Whispers of Forbidden Desire – Part 1

Hi, All. I’ve noticed that many stories here seem to revolve around cheating excessively. It got me thinking. Is it really that common? I believe most people strive to be loyal and that cheating is more of an exception than the rule.

But what about those moments when someone doesn’t want to cheat? Yet find themselves caught in a web of temptation. What emotions do they experience as they wrestle with their conscience and circumstances? This brings me to the story I’m about to share.

It’s about Sandesh. He is in a committed relationship with his married ex-girlfriend, Pallavi. He unexpectedly reconnects with me after many years. I’ve tried to delve into the raw emotions and inner turmoil. Sandesh and Pallavi go through as they navigate this complicated situation.

Sandesh is a 30-year-old working in an IT company in Bangalore. It was drawn to the city’s quiet charm rather than its nightlife. A teetotaler and introvert, he enjoyed a peaceful life, spending his evenings playing sports and his mornings at the gym.

In his free time, he loved being with his girlfriend, Priya, who shared his interests. Fiercely loyal, Sandesh had been in a committed relationship with Priya for two years and was planning to marry her.

He travelled to Mysore for his friend Rajesh’s wedding, a celebration he couldn’t miss since they had been friends since college. He had planned his leave months. Priya was supposed to join him, but a family emergency kept her from attending. Sandesh made the trip alone.

The wedding was grand, with a large crowd in attendance. But Sandesh quietly sat in a corner, feeling out of place among so many unfamiliar faces. As he sat quietly, lost in his thoughts, a sudden tap on his shoulder startled him. He turned around and was surprised to see Pallavi standing there.

Pallavi, his ex-girlfriend. They had spent three years together before their relationship ended. The family didn’t approve of their relationship. Despite the painful breakup, both had moved on with their lives. Pallavi was now married, and it had been three years since they last saw each other.

“What a pleasant surprise! I didn’t expect to see you here,” Rajesh exclaimed, a mix of surprise and delight in his voice.

“Yeah, it’s been… three years, hasn’t it?” Pallavi replied.

“It’s great to see you again,” Sandesh said with a mix of nostalgia and happiness. Pallavi’s face brightened. “It’s good to see you too, Sandesh. I am glad we ran into each other.” As they caught up, their conversation flowed freely, just like the old times.

They chatted about their lives. Sandesh talked about his girlfriend, Priya. Pallavi shared updates about her job with her husband Raj. Sandesh and Pallavi had lunch together at one of the tables and they quickly fell into an engaging conversation, talking non-stop as they enjoyed their meal.

The ease with which they communicated felt natural as if no time had passed since they last saw each other. They reminisced about their college days and caught up on the changes in their lives over the past three years. The conversation shifted from casual topics to more personal reflections.

As they spoke, time seemed to slip away unnoticed. Sandesh found himself struck by how little Pallavi had changed over the years. She was still the bubbly, free-spirited woman he remembered. Pallavi, in turn, noticed the familiar sparkle in Sandesh’s eyes every time he looked at her.

It was as though he was seeing her for the first time again, just like in the old days. As the afternoon wore on, Sandesh and Pallavi continued their conversation. But beneath the surface, a tangle of conflicting emotions began to stir.

The ease and warmth of their reunion were undeniable. Yet both were grappling with the weight of their past and their current lives. Sandesh felt a growing sense of confusion. The familiarity and connection he felt with Pallavi were stirring up old feelings he thought he had long since moved past.

“Why do I feel this way? I shouldn’t be having these thoughts. I love Priya. She’s been such an important part of my life, and I can’t do this to her. I can’t forget how she helped me move on from my past. It’s not fair to her or to me,” his thoughts kept racing.

Pallavi, too, struggled with her emotions. Despite her commitment to her marriage, she couldn’t ignore the rekindled feelings she had for Sandesh. The way he looked at her, the way their conversation flowed. It brought back memories of a time when they were deeply in love.

She felt a pang of longing mixed with guilt and uncertainty. As they spoke, there were moments of silence where both were lost in their thoughts. Each time they made eye contact, there was a flicker of the old affection, quickly overshadowed by the realization of their current realities.

“I’m married now. Raj loves me, and I love Raj. I’ve committed to this life, so why am I feeling this way? I thought I had moved past Sandesh. I shouldn’t be feeling this way, there’s guilt, so much guilt. How can I want something that feels so right but is so wrong?” she kept thinking.

“You must meet my husband, Raj,” Pallavi said. She extended the invitation, hoping it would provide a sense of closure to the whirlwind of emotions she was experiencing. “I’d love for you to come by our place,” she added. As she spoke, Pallavi thought to herself, “This feeling will fade once I return home.”

She was deeply in love with Raj. She believed that seeing him would reinforce her commitment and bring clarity to the confusing emotions stirred up by her reunion with Sandesh. Despite her affection for Raj, Pallavi couldn’t completely shake the emotions that had resurfaced with Sandesh.

Pallavi’s invitation took aback Sandesh. He had avoided attending her wedding years ago, unable to face the reality of their separation. Now, the prospect of meeting her husband, Raj, seemed daunting yet necessary. He realized that this encounter could provide him with the closure he needed.

He accepted the invitation, feeling a strange blend of apprehension and relief. It was a step towards confronting his lingering feelings and moving forward. He agreed to visit. He hoped that meeting Raj would help him come to terms with the past and find the closure he sought.

As they drove to Pallavi’s house, the conversation remained lively. An undercurrent of apprehension lingered. When they arrived at Pallavi’s home, she opened the door with a sense of eagerness. “I’m really excited for you to meet Raj,” she said, leading Sandesh into the living room.

To her surprise, Pallavi found the house empty. Raj was supposed to be working from home that day. Confused, she quickly called him. On the other end, Raj’s voice was filled with regret. He had to leave as an urgent issue came up at the office, and he had to go in.

He had texted her on WhatsApp. Pallavi had missed it as she was lost in her conversations with Sandesh. “So, it looks like it’s just the two of us,” Sandesh said, trying to mask his nervousness with a forced smile. Pallavi, feeling a wave of frustration and self-reproach, cursed herself for the situation.

She had hoped the meeting with Raj would bring some clarity and closure for both of them. As Pallavi and Sandesh settled into the living room, the air was thick with unspoken thoughts. Sandesh forced himself to focus on the present, making an effort to have a conversation.

All of a sudden, words seemed to escape them, and an uncomfortable silence settled in. His mind was racing to the good old days. Just like how they used to sneak out and make love. The times when they were alone. The times he used to visit her when her room mates were not at home.

Pallavi, too, appeared lost in her thoughts, her mind drifting back to the past and the moments they had shared. He couldn’t help but notice how beautiful she looked in the green saree. Its vibrant colour accentuates her grace and elegance. Pallavi’s figure was irresistibly captivating.

The fabric hugged her curves intimately, accentuating the swell of her hips and the subtle dip of her waist. The saree’s soft drapes accentuated her silhouette. The contrasting red blouse added a striking visual appeal, emphasizing the fullness of her bust and the alluring depth of her deep neckline.

The saree’s folds left her navel exposed, drawing attention to the enticing curve of her abdomen. The fabric hugged her smooth skin around her belly button, highlighting the sensual allure of her navel. Sandesh admired Pallavi’s beauty, and his thoughts wandered to Priya.

The striking allure of Pallavi reminded him of Priya. He couldn’t help but reflect on the life he had with her. The contrast between the past and the present intensified his inner conflict. It was making him acutely aware of the commitment and love he had with Priya.

Pallavi’s charm was undeniable. It only deepened his sense of longing and confusion about where his heart truly lay. Pallavi was experiencing her turmoil, her emotions at odds with each other. She could feel Sandesh’s gaze lingering on her, and it stirred a mix of nostalgia and confusion within her.

His intense stare combined with the memories of their past. It made it difficult for her to reconcile her current feelings with the reality of her marriage. The silence between them was thick. But their eyes conveyed a torrent of unspoken emotions.

Lust, subtle yet undeniable, began to seep into the space between them. Unable to resist the magnetic pull, Sandesh took a step closer to Pallavi, the tension between them growing palpable. In the living room, there was a table right across the door.

It served as her workspace during her work-from-home days. Sandesh guided Pallavi to sit on the edge of the table. “Are you okay?” he asked softly, brushing her hair behind her ears with his fingers.

Pallavi was not okay. Her heart raced as she found herself alone with Sandesh after so many years. Uncertainty gripped her, and she cursed herself for letting things get to this point. Before she could respond, Sandesh had leaned forward, and he began to kiss her neck gently, each kiss softly against her skin.

“I’ve been thinking about this all day,” he murmured, moving to her shoulders and lightly brushing against the edge of her blouse.

“Oh my god! What am I doing?” she wondered, feeling torn. On one hand, she couldn’t resist the pull of intimacy with Sandesh; on the other, a wave of guilt enveloped her. The conflicting emotions left her feeling paralyzed, unable to fully embrace either side of her feelings.

Pallavi’s breath caught slightly as he kissed the curve of her collarbone. “We shouldn’t be doing this,” she murmured.

Sandesh took a deep breath, struggling with his own emotions. “I know this isn’t right,” he admitted quietly, his voice tinged with regret. He was intoxicated with raw emotions. He was seeing Pallavi after so many years. He couldn’t stop, and he continued to kiss her neck.

His fingers traced a delicate path around her waist. He continued to kiss her, now exploring the edges of her blouse with a tender touch. “But it feels like old times,” he murmured, his lips tracing the fabric. As Sandesh’s touch and kisses continued, Pallavi felt a growing warmth and longing inside her.

Her initial resistance began to waver. She found herself slowly giving in to the overwhelming sensations and emotions. The guilt still lingered in the back of her mind. But the connection and desire she felt with Sandesh were increasingly difficult to ignore.

As Sandesh’s kisses grew more passionate, Pallavi’s resolve started to crumble. She knew she needed to set boundaries to protect herself and her marriage. Amid the swirling emotions, she made a silent promise to herself. She would allow the kiss but stop there.

She wanted to savour the moment but also ensure she didn’t cross a line she couldn’t return from. Sandesh had been with others since Pallavi. But none had ever been like her, not even Priya. He hadn’t really moved on. He had loved her deeply, cherished her, and respected her in ways he never had with anyone else.

Now, as he kissed her, guilt weighed heavily on him. He knew it was wrong. Pallavi was married, and Priya didn’t deserve this. Priya was fiercely loyal to him, and so was he until now.

Repeatedly reminding himself of this, he reluctantly pulled back from the kisses, struggling to respect both his feelings and the boundaries. “Just one kiss,” he mumbled and leaned towards Pallavi. Pallavi, too unable to resist her feelings, leaned in and kissed him.

“I am only a human,” she thought as he kissed her. He was intense. Their lips moved in sync, and their kiss grew deeper, raw and hungry. They pulled each other closer. Both were unable to stop. As their kiss grew more fervent, the boundaries they had tried to maintain dissolved.

His hands were already around her waist, fingers brushing lightly against her skin. Her saree pallu had slipped, exposing her chest, adding to the heated and unrestrained moment they were lost in. As their kiss grew more fervent, the boundaries they had tried to maintain began to dissolve completely.

The heat of the moment enveloped them, pushing them further into a realm of unrestrained passion. Sandesh’s hands, once tentative, became more assertive as they roamed over Pallavi’s waist and hips. His fingers explored the exposed skin, tracing a path that ignited every nerve.

Pallavi, overwhelmed by the intensity of his touch and the depth of their kiss, felt her resolve further erode. Her hands moved instinctively to his shoulders, pulling him closer as she responded with equal fervour. Her breathing quickened, mingling with his in ragged, shared gasps.

The kiss, raw and hungry, grew more urgent. Sandesh’s lips travelled from her mouth to her neck and then to her shoulders, each touch more insistent. As Sandesh’s passion intensified, what began as fervent kisses on Pallavi’s lips slowly shifted.

His kisses, once focused on her mouth, began to drift towards her neck. His lips moved with growing urgency and intensity, exploring the sensitive skin along her collarbone. He traced kisses along the edges of her blouse. He ventured lower, passionately kissing her cleavage, each kiss deliberate and exploratory.

He traced the contours of her breasts with the tip of his tongue, tracing kisses along the edges of her blouse. His breath was hot against her exposed skin. Passion was taking over, and Sandesh’s resolve began to waver. He unbuttoned her blouse.

“I know you’ve missed this,” he said softly, kissing and gently touching, kissing and sucking her breasts over her bra. His hands explored her curves with a mix of tenderness and intensity. He held her close, his hands firm on her waist. His hands traced her skin, and his lips explored her body.

The battle between guilt and desire raged within him. Yet, in that heated moment, it was the desire that won out, driving him to continue despite the voice in his head telling him to stop. As Sandesh unbuttoned her blouse, his lips travelled over her skin.

Pallavi experienced a rush of conflicting feelings. The physical pleasure was undeniable; his kisses and touches ignited a deep, primal response within her. Her body reacted instinctively to his touch. For a moment, the guilt and hesitation seemed to blur under the heat of their connection.

However, alongside this physical response, Pallavi was also engulfed by a powerful wave of guilt and confusion. She was acutely aware of the boundaries she was crossing and the impact on her marriage.

Despite the pleasure and the intense connection she felt with Sandesh, a voice in her mind kept reminding her of her commitments. The consequences of their actions. Her emotions were a chaotic blend of desire and regret. Sandesh’s hands and kisses continued to explore.

She felt torn between the intoxicating allure of the moment and the heavy weight of her conscience. The passion was strong. But so was the inner turmoil about what was happening and what it meant for her future. Pallavi’s husband, Raj, wasn’t a bad man.

He had his flaws, like everyone, but he had always been good to her. He cared for her and provided for her. They had built a life together. Memories of their time together flashed in her mind. Their wedding, the quiet evenings spent in each other’s company, the way he held her close when she needed comfort.

“I shouldn’t be doing this to him,” she thought, the weight of her actions beginning to press down on her. Raj didn’t deserve this betrayal. The guilt twisted in her gut, clashing violently with the desire she felt for Sandesh.

But as much as she wanted to pull away. To stop this before it went any further, she found herself unable to resist the magnetic pull of the moment. The guilt was there, sharp and unyielding, but so was the yearning. The tension between her loyalty to Raj and her chemistry with Sandesh was tearing her apart.

Every touch from Sandesh, every kiss, made it harder to think clearly. She knew she was on the brink of crossing a line that couldn’t be undone. Yet, she couldn’t seem to stop. The warmth of Sandesh’s breath against her skin, the way his hands moved over her body.

It made it almost impossible to remember why she needed to. Pallavi’s thoughts raced, torn between guilt and desire. She suddenly felt a release of pressure in her chest. It took a moment for her to realize what had happened. Sandesh had unhooked her bra.

Before she could process the action, she felt the warmth of his mouth on her skin. He was already sucking on her breasts, his lips and tongue exploring every inch, drawing gasps from her as he alternated between them. His mouth moved with a practised rhythm.

Taking as much of her breast into his mouth as he could, then released it to trace gentle circles around her nipples with the tip of his tongue. The sensation sent waves of pleasure through her, momentarily overpowering the guilt that had been gnawing at her.

Despite the internal conflict, her body responded eagerly to his touch. Every flick of his tongue, every tender pull of his lips, seemed to draw her deeper into the moment. She could feel her resistance crumbling, replaced by a primal need that was impossible to ignore.

The boundaries they had tried to set were dissolving rapidly, lost in the heat of their shared passion. As much as she knew she shouldn’t be here, she shouldn’t be doing this. The pleasure was overwhelming, silencing the part of her that still clung to the thought of Raj.

Sandesh continued, his desire and passion driving him. A sudden wave of reality hit him hard. He realized what he was doing, that they were both on the verge of losing. Guilt surged up, nearly suffocating him as he felt the weight of the situation crash down around them.

He pulled back, breathing heavily, his hands trembling as they rested on Pallavi’s waist. “Pallavi,” he whispered, his voice thick with emotion, “We… we need to stop.”

The words came out in a rush, almost as if he was trying to convince himself as much as her. “This isn’t right. I don’t want to hurt you. I don’t want to hurt Priya.”

His heart pounded in his chest, torn between the desire that had driven him this far and the deep-seated respect he still held for Pallavi. He’d loved her once, deeply, but this wasn’t how he wanted to act on those feelings. Not now, not like this.

He looked into her eyes, searching for some sign of agreement, hoping she would see the truth in his words.

“We can’t keep going,” he said, his voice softer now, almost pleading. “It’s not fair to you. It’s not fair to Priya. I can’t do this to you. I can’t break her trust, not after everything. I can’t betray her like this. You, too, can’t betray Raj.”

“I’m sorry,” he said, his voice filled with concern.

The thought that he might be the one pushing Pallavi to cross a line she might otherwise not have crossed troubled Sandesh. He wondered if he was complicit in her decision to step outside the boundaries of her relationship.

Each time he looked at her, a mix of guilt and desire washed over him. He was unsure if he was the cause of her internal struggle or if they were both equally responsible for the choices they were making.

With this, I am ending the first part of the story. I will continue with the second part. I hope you were able to appreciate the intense feelings Sandesh and Pallavi were going through.

I’m open to any suggestions, comments, or feedback. Feel free to reach out to me at [email protected].

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