The following story is mostly in English, but some dialogs could be in hindi, as they seem more natural.
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Nitin was trying hard to concentrate on his laptop, but the noise outside his door was just too distracting. He was a freelancing programmer who worked from home, while his wife went to office everyday. Being one's own boss had a lot of advantages; You could keep your own timetable, you could work in your pajamas, and usually most apartment complexes are quite in the day time; But not today. People were shouting in an inderterminate langugae, and there was noises of heavy things being moved. He reaslised that he wasn't going to get any work done, so he decided to go to the door and investigate.
As he opend his door, he saw that the opposite flat, flat #309, which had been closed for a long time, was open, and a few people were milling around moving luggage and furniture. There was a medium height man, with stout features and a beard giving orders. He looked to be the new owner of the flat. Nitin raised his hand and waved to him. That man waved back, and then came towards the door. As he moved, Nitin saw a woman in a burkha behind him, standing by the large french window.
Her positions was such that the sun was shining right behind her, and the light passed through her burkha, making it almost transparent. She hadn't realised it, nor had anyone else, since it was visible only from an specific angle, and Nitin just happend to be standing there. Her burkha was basically useless. He could make out her curvy figure, as well as see that she had wide hips, and a slim waist. This was topped off by her round juicy boobs. Unfortuently, he couldn't make out her face. All of this took just a single glance.
He didn't want to be caught in an compromising position, and hence looked at the man, and made eye contact. "Hi, I'm Nitin, and I live in that flat" he said to that man, while pointing towards to his own door. "As salamalekum, I'm Abdul, and we'll be moving in soon". Nitin continued making small talk to Abdul, as he continuesly stole glances towards the burkha clad beauty by the window. He asked Abdul, as to who all would be moving in, and abdul told him, that only Abdul, his Mother, and Nushrat, his wife would be moving in. Abdul pointed to the burkha clad lady when he mentioned Nushrat. He took leave of abdul, and told him that he could contact him, if he needed any help. Just before leaving, he galnced back at her, and this time he saw the faint outline of a smile on her face. He felt that she noticed him checking her out.
Late in the afternoon, Nitin went to his Gym, where he exercised religiously every day. While coming back, he took the stairs. The buidling was so strangly built, then when you came up the stares, you could see into the open duct, and all the kitchen windows too opened up in the same duct. He was on his floor, and he looked into the window of Abdul's Kicthen. He saw Nushrat working there, but this time without a burkha.
She was wearing a tight floral Slawar Kameez, and her long hair was open, down upto her round ass. She had a nice sweet face which was almsot babyish. She couldn't have been more than 22 years of age. He didn't know how long he had stood there stairing at her, but soon she realised that someone was watching her and she looked straight into his eyes. He could see her start blushing, and her cheeks turned red. But he could also see her smile. She shyly turned down her face, and moved away from the window.
Nitin quickly got into his house, and realised that his cock was rock hard. Something about that woman was very hot. Maybe it was her innocence, maybe it was the taboo of checking out a burkha clad woman, or maybe it was just some novelty. All he was sure about, was that he needed to fuck Nushrat badly.
He wasn't sure how he would do it, but he knew that he needed to get to know this family well, before he made his move. And for that, his wife would be the perfect person.
When his wife, Sangeetha, came in the evening, he just casually mentioned to her that they have new neighbours. He told her that their names were Abdul and Nushrat, and nothing further. Her womanly curiosity was aroused, and she wanted to know more. He used this opportunity to egg her on, to go and meet them. Once a Woman's curiosity is aroused, it has to be satisfied, and both of them went out, and rang the doorbell of Flat #309.
Abdul opened the door, and took a second to recognize Nitin. Nitin said: "Namaste, this is my wife Sangeetha, and she wanted to talk to your wife and welcome her to our building" Before he could invite them in, Sangeetha, marched in straight to the kitchen, leaving the two men standing. They made more small talk, and ased each other what they did for a leaving. Nitin explained how he got client over the internet, and made websites and app for them while sitting at Home. Abdul was involved in import-export, and most of his clients were in Saudi Arabia. He often went there for long periods of time. He made a request to Nitin: "Bhaijan, me do-do mahino ke liye saudi jaata hu. Ghar pe koi Mard nahi hai. Meri maa budhi hai, aur usko sunayee-dikhaye nahi deta. Aap please ghar kha aur Nushrat ka khayal rakhna". "Mein Nushrat ka bahut hi acha khayal rakhunga!!" Nitin thought to himself.
By that time Sangeetha had come out of the kicthen, similing and gigling with Nushrat. She was wearing the same salwar kameez from the afternoon. Abdul told her: "Koi bhi jaaroot pade to bhaijaan ke paas jaane se mat katrana. Woh to din bhar ghar pe his hote hai"
When Nitin and sangeetha, reached their house, she badly wanted to explain all the gossip and information that she had learnt. Abdul's Mother was mostly bed ridden and was blind and deaf. Abdul's marriage with Nushrat was over two years old, but they didn't have a cild. Nushrat was evasive and was embarrased about why they hadn't had children. And the biggest shocker was this : "Did you see how she was looking at you? I Think she has a crush on you. She also told me that aapke paati bahut his handome and well bulit hai. What magic have you done on her? " Sangeetha humourously told Nitin.
Nitin ignored her sarcastic barbs, while a plan was forming in his mind. He knew how he would get Nushrat in his bed, and he had all the time in the world to do it.
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To Be continued
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Nitin was trying hard to concentrate on his laptop, but the noise outside his door was just too distracting. He was a freelancing programmer who worked from home, while his wife went to office everyday. Being one's own boss had a lot of advantages; You could keep your own timetable, you could work in your pajamas, and usually most apartment complexes are quite in the day time; But not today. People were shouting in an inderterminate langugae, and there was noises of heavy things being moved. He reaslised that he wasn't going to get any work done, so he decided to go to the door and investigate.
As he opend his door, he saw that the opposite flat, flat #309, which had been closed for a long time, was open, and a few people were milling around moving luggage and furniture. There was a medium height man, with stout features and a beard giving orders. He looked to be the new owner of the flat. Nitin raised his hand and waved to him. That man waved back, and then came towards the door. As he moved, Nitin saw a woman in a burkha behind him, standing by the large french window.
Her positions was such that the sun was shining right behind her, and the light passed through her burkha, making it almost transparent. She hadn't realised it, nor had anyone else, since it was visible only from an specific angle, and Nitin just happend to be standing there. Her burkha was basically useless. He could make out her curvy figure, as well as see that she had wide hips, and a slim waist. This was topped off by her round juicy boobs. Unfortuently, he couldn't make out her face. All of this took just a single glance.
He didn't want to be caught in an compromising position, and hence looked at the man, and made eye contact. "Hi, I'm Nitin, and I live in that flat" he said to that man, while pointing towards to his own door. "As salamalekum, I'm Abdul, and we'll be moving in soon". Nitin continued making small talk to Abdul, as he continuesly stole glances towards the burkha clad beauty by the window. He asked Abdul, as to who all would be moving in, and abdul told him, that only Abdul, his Mother, and Nushrat, his wife would be moving in. Abdul pointed to the burkha clad lady when he mentioned Nushrat. He took leave of abdul, and told him that he could contact him, if he needed any help. Just before leaving, he galnced back at her, and this time he saw the faint outline of a smile on her face. He felt that she noticed him checking her out.
Late in the afternoon, Nitin went to his Gym, where he exercised religiously every day. While coming back, he took the stairs. The buidling was so strangly built, then when you came up the stares, you could see into the open duct, and all the kitchen windows too opened up in the same duct. He was on his floor, and he looked into the window of Abdul's Kicthen. He saw Nushrat working there, but this time without a burkha.
She was wearing a tight floral Slawar Kameez, and her long hair was open, down upto her round ass. She had a nice sweet face which was almsot babyish. She couldn't have been more than 22 years of age. He didn't know how long he had stood there stairing at her, but soon she realised that someone was watching her and she looked straight into his eyes. He could see her start blushing, and her cheeks turned red. But he could also see her smile. She shyly turned down her face, and moved away from the window.
Nitin quickly got into his house, and realised that his cock was rock hard. Something about that woman was very hot. Maybe it was her innocence, maybe it was the taboo of checking out a burkha clad woman, or maybe it was just some novelty. All he was sure about, was that he needed to fuck Nushrat badly.
He wasn't sure how he would do it, but he knew that he needed to get to know this family well, before he made his move. And for that, his wife would be the perfect person.
When his wife, Sangeetha, came in the evening, he just casually mentioned to her that they have new neighbours. He told her that their names were Abdul and Nushrat, and nothing further. Her womanly curiosity was aroused, and she wanted to know more. He used this opportunity to egg her on, to go and meet them. Once a Woman's curiosity is aroused, it has to be satisfied, and both of them went out, and rang the doorbell of Flat #309.
Abdul opened the door, and took a second to recognize Nitin. Nitin said: "Namaste, this is my wife Sangeetha, and she wanted to talk to your wife and welcome her to our building" Before he could invite them in, Sangeetha, marched in straight to the kitchen, leaving the two men standing. They made more small talk, and ased each other what they did for a leaving. Nitin explained how he got client over the internet, and made websites and app for them while sitting at Home. Abdul was involved in import-export, and most of his clients were in Saudi Arabia. He often went there for long periods of time. He made a request to Nitin: "Bhaijan, me do-do mahino ke liye saudi jaata hu. Ghar pe koi Mard nahi hai. Meri maa budhi hai, aur usko sunayee-dikhaye nahi deta. Aap please ghar kha aur Nushrat ka khayal rakhna". "Mein Nushrat ka bahut hi acha khayal rakhunga!!" Nitin thought to himself.
By that time Sangeetha had come out of the kicthen, similing and gigling with Nushrat. She was wearing the same salwar kameez from the afternoon. Abdul told her: "Koi bhi jaaroot pade to bhaijaan ke paas jaane se mat katrana. Woh to din bhar ghar pe his hote hai"
When Nitin and sangeetha, reached their house, she badly wanted to explain all the gossip and information that she had learnt. Abdul's Mother was mostly bed ridden and was blind and deaf. Abdul's marriage with Nushrat was over two years old, but they didn't have a cild. Nushrat was evasive and was embarrased about why they hadn't had children. And the biggest shocker was this : "Did you see how she was looking at you? I Think she has a crush on you. She also told me that aapke paati bahut his handome and well bulit hai. What magic have you done on her? " Sangeetha humourously told Nitin.
Nitin ignored her sarcastic barbs, while a plan was forming in his mind. He knew how he would get Nushrat in his bed, and he had all the time in the world to do it.
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To Be continued