17-07-2020, 10:53 AM
(This post was last modified: 17-07-2020, 12:05 PM by worldlover. Edited 1 time in total. Edited 1 time in total.)
Hi, I am worldlover.I am 27 years old. I have been reading stories in this forum for the past few years.This is my first attempt to write a story. Although long stories with a proper storyline & a quick story with lots of sex scenes both have their own value I personally like them with a more fleshed out story including character building, interest & conflict among the characters & finally a good story to read & pass time. I don't like the common plots of almost all of the stories that the husband always has the puniest penises and all the other male characters that interacts with the leading lady has 8- 10 inch(in some cases more than that) penises. I am diching that in my story. I would like to keep the features as close to reality as possible. Also English is not my first language. So for any grammatical mistakes, I apologise. So here it goes.
The first glimpse of the betrayal:
No no no no this can't be happening to me. This must be some kind of nightmare inside another nightmare. She can't be doing this to me
. She loves me too much to be doing something like this. But the fact that what I am witnessing just a few feet in front of me can't be denied either. Can it? Is their any way to justify what she is doing? What they are doing? I can't think properly. My vision is getting blurry with my own tears, the whole world around me is spinning and a mother of all headaches is splitting my head. Although I want to confront everyone inside the room, right now I am not in the proper shape. I need to get out of here. I can't take watching them having fun in my expense. I can't take all the betrayals. I think I am going mad. I silently got out of the apartment through the living room making as less sound as I could. Outside of the apartment I heard my mom descending from the stairs of the roof. I didn't see her but heard her voice so I decided to wait for her at the door itself as I didn't want to climb the stairs. That's when I got another shock that afternoon." Hurry up champa, I forgot to lock my apartment door. I think anyone could hear my daughter in law wrestling inside from the corridoor." He.. he..he.. Champa gigled and said," She sure makes a lot of sound when dada(big brother) isn't at home."
Oh my god.. is that my own mom talking about my wife, my lover, my soulmate & her daughter-in-laws affair so nonchalantly to our maid!!!??? This freaking day is'nt happening. This is bullshit. I need to get out of here or I could kill someone. I silently walked down the stairs, got out of the building gate. The watchman looked at me as if I was a ghost."Siiir...r. when did you get in? I did not see you entering." I pulled out my wallet, gave him two 500 tk notes," I was not here today, you did not see me here today. If i even suspect that anyone from my family knows I was here today you are a gone man. You know very well what I am capable of, don't you?" He silently nodded his head in the affirmative. And not even your wife Champa, ok? His eyes got bigger and he again said ok. "Sir, you don't look too good, can you drive your car at this condition?" "I am ok, it's just some bruises. My head is just giving me some pain, my arms will also be ok in a few days. My car is at the hospital. I will just take a taxi." He nodded and came out to the road and stopped a taxi for me to get in. I couldn't stop myself from looking to the apartment balcony and again some tears made me blurry. I think the last time I cried was when my father died. I felt my Heart has been broken for the second time in my life.
The first glimpse of the betrayal:
No no no no this can't be happening to me. This must be some kind of nightmare inside another nightmare. She can't be doing this to me
. She loves me too much to be doing something like this. But the fact that what I am witnessing just a few feet in front of me can't be denied either. Can it? Is their any way to justify what she is doing? What they are doing? I can't think properly. My vision is getting blurry with my own tears, the whole world around me is spinning and a mother of all headaches is splitting my head. Although I want to confront everyone inside the room, right now I am not in the proper shape. I need to get out of here. I can't take watching them having fun in my expense. I can't take all the betrayals. I think I am going mad. I silently got out of the apartment through the living room making as less sound as I could. Outside of the apartment I heard my mom descending from the stairs of the roof. I didn't see her but heard her voice so I decided to wait for her at the door itself as I didn't want to climb the stairs. That's when I got another shock that afternoon." Hurry up champa, I forgot to lock my apartment door. I think anyone could hear my daughter in law wrestling inside from the corridoor." He.. he..he.. Champa gigled and said," She sure makes a lot of sound when dada(big brother) isn't at home."
Oh my god.. is that my own mom talking about my wife, my lover, my soulmate & her daughter-in-laws affair so nonchalantly to our maid!!!??? This freaking day is'nt happening. This is bullshit. I need to get out of here or I could kill someone. I silently walked down the stairs, got out of the building gate. The watchman looked at me as if I was a ghost."Siiir...r. when did you get in? I did not see you entering." I pulled out my wallet, gave him two 500 tk notes," I was not here today, you did not see me here today. If i even suspect that anyone from my family knows I was here today you are a gone man. You know very well what I am capable of, don't you?" He silently nodded his head in the affirmative. And not even your wife Champa, ok? His eyes got bigger and he again said ok. "Sir, you don't look too good, can you drive your car at this condition?" "I am ok, it's just some bruises. My head is just giving me some pain, my arms will also be ok in a few days. My car is at the hospital. I will just take a taxi." He nodded and came out to the road and stopped a taxi for me to get in. I couldn't stop myself from looking to the apartment balcony and again some tears made me blurry. I think the last time I cried was when my father died. I felt my Heart has been broken for the second time in my life.
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