Adultery Cuckold - Adventures of a hot Indian wife Anitya by divya_baby (Completed)

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Midway his phone beeped again. "You better hurry or you'll miss it." He told the cab driver he'd pay an extra 200 if he stepped on it.

The bar was crowded when he arrived. He scanned the crowd and saw Anitya at the bar. She wore the red lycra dress he'd bought her last Valentine's day. It was like a second skin on her with a scooped top and back, and scandalously short. She'd sworn she'd never wear it outside their bedroom, but here she was sitting at the bar, her legs crossed and the skirt so short her stocking tops were clearly visible. She was with a tall broad shouldered man, someone you'd describe as ruggedly handsome. She was laughing and giggling with him, seemingly enthralled with his every word. His hand rested on her knee.

She saw Siddharth, glancing his way just a second. She picked up her phone, typed something, then put it in her purse and whispered into the man's ear. He smiled and took her hand, leading her onto the dance floor. His phone beeped and he read the text: "How bad do you want me to be?" His heart caught in his throat, and he turned back to the dance floor. They were dancing slow, her arms around his neck and his hands around her waist. His hands moved to her ass, and she didn't stop him. As he fondled her, she looked up at him, and he kissed her. She opened her lips and let him stick his tongue into her mouth.

With shaky hands Siddharth texted back a one word reply: "BAD".

Anitya and the man went back to the bar. Her cheeks were flushed and her nipples hard and poking through the tight lycra material of her dress (clearly she'd gone braless). She picked up her phone and read the message. She smiled. She made eye contact with Siddharth momentarily, and glanced towards the back of the bar. She whispered something to the man. She kissed him briefly and walked towards the ladies room.

Out of sight from the man, they embraced and kissed. "How far do you want me to go?" she asked excitedly.

"All the way!" Siddharth moaned, his cock so hard it hurt. "But what happened with Sumit?"

"Forget Sumit," Anitya said dismissively. She stepped back so he could see all of her. "Do you like?"

He took her all in, her gorgeous face, her hard nipples straining against the lycra, the too short skirt showing her fantastic legs, the stiletto heels. "God yes!"

"What about these?" Anitya asked, taking his hand and running it along her thigh. He felt runs in her stockings. Then she raised her dress a little and he saw – and then felt – the heavily laced stocking top, and he gasped as he recognized it.

She smiled impishly. "It's the stockings I wore on our first anniversary day," she said confirming what he'd figured out. Even back then he'd role played with her. He'd talked about how hot it would be if she fucked another man on their anniversary. Back then she'd thought it was just her new husband's wild fantasies, she never imagined so many of them would come true. But Siddharth had made sure to keep her stockings from that day. "Is that what you'd like, to see Girish fuck me wearing these?"

"That's his name, Girish?"

"Yeah."

"God yes, I want to see him fuck you!" Siddharth pulled her to him and kissed her hungrily. "I want to see him cum all over your stockings!"

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"You would?" she said reaching down and rubbing his hard-on. "And then, would I wash them, or just let his cum dry on them?"

"You'll leave them just like that!" He hissed into her ear. "We'll go home with his wet cum all over your stockings. His cum will dry on them and stain them like that!" Siddharth couldn't resist, he stuck his tongue into Anitya's ear. Anitya grimaced at the sudden pleasure/pain, but she didn't complain, she just endured it. "Then you'll wear the soiled stockings on our next anniversary! You'll do that, right?"

"Yeah, I will," Anitya promised, enduring the pleasure/pain of Siddharth's tongue in her ear. "I promise."

But then Siddharth had a thought. "Did you bring a condom?"

"No," she said, relieved he finally pulled his tongue from her ear. She pulled his hand to her breast. "But they have a machine in the bath room. Should I buy one?"

"Yes, I mean no," he said kissing her again and rubbing her tits. Her nipples were so hard. "I'd love to watch him fuck you bareback! Did Sumit fuck you like that?"

"No," she lied. "Stop talking about Sumit, okay? I want you to tell me what I should do with Girish!"

"I want you to fuck him!"

"Without a condom?" she said. She undid his belt and unsnapped his pants and reached down into his pants.

"Yeah, fuck him bareback!"

She wrapped her hand around his cock and stroked him. "And let him cum inside me? That's what you want, don't you, you want me to let him cum inside me?"

"God yes!" he cried.

"You know the pill isn't working yet, right? And I'm ovulating. So if he cums inside me he'll get me pregnant. Is that what you want? You want me to cuckold you, and have another man's baby?"

"Oh god yes!" Siddharth cried and and came.

They held each other as Siddharth's breathing returned to normal. Making sure he was looking, Anitya wiped her hand on her stockings, leaving it wet with his cum. "My god you're incredible," he gushed.

"Welcome home darling," she said wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing him.

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They arrived at the decision without even talking about it. They didn't need to talk about it, they both wanted it.

Anitya knew she was safe. It'd been over a month of being on the pill again. Siddharth watched out of the corner of his eye as she got dressed for the temple. Her makeup and hair perfect.

They saw Sumit in the temple. He'd saved space for them, and they moved towards him. It was Avani's weekend with the kids. Siddharth knew his schedule as well as he knew his wife's fertility cycle. As Anitya slid next to Sumit, he saw them briefly squeeze hands. The gesture bothered Siddharth, but excited him to as a prelude for what was to come later.

About half way through the pooja, Anitya sensed someone in the aisle. She looked over. It was Avani, and she had the two kids with her! They quickly scooted over to make room, and as they did Sonu hooped on Anitya's lap. The combination caused Anitya's skirt to hike up, revealing a glimpse of her stocking top. It was only a momentary flash as Anitya quickly pushed her skirt down, but Avani saw. She scowled and whispered judgmentally at Anitya, "Is that really appropriate?" Anitya blushed.

After the pooja Anitya spoke briefly with Avani. "Are you okay?" she asked with sincere concern. She hadn't seen Avani since their separation.

She looked sad. "We're going to marriage counseling, to try to work things out." Avani left soon after with the kids. Siddharth, Anitya and Sumit lingered, drinking coffee and chatting with the swami. They didn't want people to see them leave; see who was leaving with who.

Sumit drove away with Anitya. Siddharth went to the Starbucks 10 minutes from Sumit's place to wait. This was part of the thrill for him, a big part, thinking about what Sumit was doing to Anitya. The delicious torture of sipping coffee, waiting until another man finished with his wife's body. He opened his computer and looked at pictures of him and Anitya, back in college, at their wedding, on vacations, just hanging around at home. He looked at older pictures of her, as a child, in high college. His erect cock hurt in his pants. His heart hurt in his chest. His fantasy was an obsession, exciting and self-destructive. He hated it, yet couldn't resist it, like heroin, it wasn't enough to just take it, he had to increase the dosage to get the same high.

Sumit loved it she'd dressed up for him. He undressed her, leaving on just her garter belt, stockings and heels. He reached for a box of condoms he'd bought, but she caught his hand. "That's okay," she said with a smile, eager to tell him the news. "I went back on the pill."
His eyes grew wide with surprise and joy. "You did that for me?"

She'd thought of Sumit a lot the last month. She imagined kissing his handsome face, touching his wonderful body, feeling his incredible cock inside her, experiencing the non-stop intense orgasms he gave her. "Yeah," she said pulling him into her. "Just for you."

Sumit couldn't believe it. He knew how important it was to her to start a family, yet she put that on hold for him. He paid her back by fucking her harder than ever. He did everything he could to make her orgasms last longer. When she finally got up to go back to her husband she was so sore she could barely walk. He'd fucked her three times and given her incredible orgasms. She called Siddharth to pick her up.

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The following week Siddharth wandered aimlessly at work, feeling jealous and insecure. He'd thought he could handle Anitya's affair with Sumit, he thought Sumit was the perfect guy to turn his fantasies into reality. If it was just physical, he could handle it. But he suspected it was more than physical. The way they held hands in the temple and looked at each other. The way they whispered on the phone during the week. The way Anitya daydreamed in the evening.

It didn't look like Sumit and Avani were getting back together. They went to counseling, but Sumit seemed to consider it just an obligatory prelude to divorce. Siddharth was concerned Sumit intended to seriously go after Anitya after his divorce with Avani was final.

In his lucid moments, during the periods of clarity after cumming, he admitted to himself he'd been an idiot to let Anitya go back on the pill. He should have stopped playing the game and gotten her pregnant. She'd be his forever if she had his child. She would never allow her baby to be without its father. But outside those moments of clarity, he was controlled and betrayed by his demented and self-destructive fantasies.

Later that week Anitya rushed into the locker room of the gym. Her dance class had gone over and she was late for a date with Sumit (Siddharth was traveling again). She quickly showered and dressed. She put her long hair up in a loose bun, not wanting to spend the time to blow dry her hair. She left the locker room and saw Sumit across the big room, pretty girls surrounding him. She frowned inside. Then she noticed he wasn't holding court like he usually did, where he flirted with all the girls like each was a potential bedmate. Instead he seemed more business-like, standoffish. In retrospect, she realized he'd been acting like that for other a month. She wondered what was up (but felt pleased). She didn't know Sumit had lost interest in other girls, he only had eyes for her.

The girls around Sumit frowned and scattered when they saw Anitya approached. They didn't know exactly what was going on between her and Sumit, but they all knew they didn't stand a chance against Anitya's gorgeous face and tight body. Sumit gawked at Anitya when he saw her. He'd never seen her with her hair up. Anitya realized what had drawn his attention. "Be still, will you," she whispered smiling, hoping no one saw his reaction to her, although she wondered why she'd never thought of wearing her hair up given Sumit's love of girls with short hair. She briefly pressed his hand, and they walked out trying to keep a respectable distance between them.

They went to her place because Anitya had a busy day the next day. As soon as they walked in the door Sumit was all over her, frenzy with lust over seeing her with her hair up. She almost giggled over what drove men crazy, but she didn't, enjoying what he was doing to her body. By now for Siddharth she would've shaken her long hair out, but of course she left it up for Sumit, he was enjoying it too much.

Sumit tore off her clothes, leaving her in just thigh highs and high heels. It was always the same with Sumit (and Siddharth), but she didn't mind, she felt sexy being completely nude except for her legwear and heels. He was an animal today, bending her over the arm of a chair to take her from behind. She loved it! He spread her legs apart with his knee, her heels scbanging across the hardwood floor, and then impaled her with his monster cock with a single thrust. She was getting use to him but it still hurt. Still, it didn't hurt as much as before, so she assumed his constant fucking of her and keeping his cock inside her while they slept was stretching out her pussy. She briefly thought how that might affect her sex with Siddharth, but then her attention was drawn back to the huge thick cock ramming her from behind.

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He fucked her hard, and it felt glorious. Then he leaned over her and reached around and roughly groped her tits, and it felt even better. She felt her first orgasm approaching. She felt his mouth and tongue on her neck, his cock relentlessly pounding her from behind. Suddenly she felt his lips and tongue on her ear, and she cringed. "Sumit, wait!" she said. "I don't like that!"

But then his tongue snaked into her ear. She clenched her eyes preparing for the intense pleasure/pain. But to her surprise, the sensitive pain never came. Instead, all she felt was pleasure. Unlike her husband, Sumit gently probed her ear, flicking lightly here and there, being so gentle in her most sensitive erogenous zone while continuing to pile drive her pussy from behind. She'd never felt anything so incredible, his big cock pounding her, his fingers rubbing her nipples and clit, and most of all his tongue doing wonderful things to her ear. Her orgasm hit and it was so incredible her feet practically arched completely out of her high heels.

The next thing she knew she was on her back in bed. Sumit was above her looking concerned when she opened her eyes. "What happened?" she asked.

"I don't know. We were making love, and then you went limp."

"Wow. I think I came so hard I must have passed out. That's never happened to me before." They kissed, soft and slow, not the frantic kisses of lovers, but the patient caring and soft kisses of love. They stopped, their lips so close they breathed into each other's mouth, looking into each other's eyes. "Hey you," she softly said.

"Hi," Sumit said, then he kissed her again.

She softly stroked his cheek. "Make love to me some more, okay?"

Sumit's heart leaped. "Okay," he said beaming.

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After waking and making love again, Sumit left to give Anitya time to get ready for her busy day. She had 2 stressful meetings scheduled at work, and then right after she had to run to see Danny her stylist. She brushed her hair in the mirror, in her stockinged feet and wearing her skirt and bra. Her hair reached at least three inches past her bra strap. She considered telling Danny to shorten her hair by a few inches – long hair took so much time to take care of – but she knew Siddharth would go ballistic if it didn't fall passed her bra strap. His silly winter bra strap rule. It annoyed her, which she knew was odd because usually she considered his rule silly but endearing. She realized a lot of things about her husband annoyed her lately. She found herself wishing Siddharth could be more like Sumit, but the thought bothered her and she forced herself to stop thinking about it.

She looked in her medicine cabinet for her brown lipstick. It wasn't a color she normally wore, but she thought it would look good with her outfit. Not finding it in her side of the bathroom, she moved to Siddharth's and opened his medicine cabinet. As she looked a small square package fell out. She was startled when she read the label. Five morning after pills. Dated the day she took the first one, after that first time with Sumit. Four pills were left in the package.

The implications staggered her. Siddharth had bought 5 pills, not just 1. She sat down, thinking. Siddharth had expected she'd sleep around so much with Sumit or other men she'd need 4 more pills. Did he think so little of her, think she was that much of a slut? She remembered it was her idea to go back on the pill, not his. Maybe the risk of her getting pregnant by other men was part of his sick fantasy. Maybe he was disappointed she'd gone back on the pill, maybe he got excited at the prospect of her having unprotected sex and then having to take another morning after pill. Yes, they fantasized about it when they role played, but was it real for him, did he really want her to do that? Didn't he understand the emotional cost and heartache it took her to take one of the pills? The fact she had, in fact, had to take a second one just made it all worse. Could she love or trust a man who treated her that way?

Something snapped inside. It was more than anger. She wanted to hurt him.

She finished dressing and got in a cab. On the way she called in sick at work. She went straight to Danny's salon.


"You're very early, but I can take you now." He shooed her into a chair. "What is it today? A little cut-cut in the back?" He giggled. "Don't worry, I won't violate Siddharth’s bra strap rule, I know how the silly boy is."

"Cut it short," Anitya said curtly, bypassing the normal banter she had with Danny when she saw him. She pointed to just below her ears. "To here."

Danny's eyes grew wide with surprise, then he got excited. "Really?! Oh how wonderful, this will be so much fun! I've told you so many times, I can do so much more with short hair!" Danny gripped her hair just below her ears and opened a large scissors. "Are you sure darling? Last chance."

"Just do it," she said without any emotion.

With glee, Danny cut her hair, the long locks falling to the floor. "Do you want to donate your hair to Locks of Love? They're more than long enough." The charity required donated hair to be at least 10 inches, and what Danny had cut was over a foot.

"Sure, whatever," she said distracted, looking at herself in the mirror. She was going to be a different girl now. Not the girl with long hair Siddharth adored so much.

Danny went about layering what remained, when Anitya interrupted him. "Danny --"

"Yes darling?"

"I want you to color my hair dark brown."

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Anitya waited for Siddharth.

Siddharth couldn't wait to see Anitya. He knew she went out with Sumit the night before. His doubts remained, but this was his payoff, hearing about how Sumit fucked her good and hard, and how she loved it.

He opened the door and saw a woman sitting on the sofa. He didn't recognize her, he thought he must have entered the wrong house. But then he realized it was Anitya and his eyes grew wide, his heart stopped. She cut off all her hair! More than that, she dyed her hair dark brown!

"What have you done to yourself!" he yelled angrily.

"What were you planning to do to me!" she yelled back, throwing the package of morning after pills at him.

He looked at the package and realized what they were. "Anitya –"

"What were you planning?" she angrily yelled. "Were you going to pimp me out? Get a bunch of big men to fuck me? Then get me to take more of those disgusting pills? Has that been your plan all along?"

"Anitya, no!" Siddharth protested, her hair forgotten. "It wasn't like that. I was at the chemist, and I thought, just in case ..."

"Just in case?" she said mockingly, hurt written all over her face. "Just in case I had to take another one?" Tears rolled down her cheeks. "Well I DID have to take another one you shit! Because YOU pushed me to have sex with Sumit again! What kind of man are you Siddharth? What kind of man wants his wife to have sex with other men?"

Sobbing, Anitya ran into the bedroom and slammed the door, locking it. When Siddharth knocked she screamed "Go away!"

Siddharth didn't sleep all night. All he could think about was how he'd royally screwed up his marriage. The next morning Anitya didn't come out. He finally had to go to work. When he got home, she was still locked in the bedroom. He couldn't tell if she'd come out at all, but he heard her moving in the bedroom. He'd thought about this all day, and he had some anger for Anitya. He knew he was wrong about the pills, but he suspected there was more to it than that. He decided to wait until she came out.

Finally she did. She looked stunning. He had to admit the short brown hair looked fantastic on her. It looked full and lush and perfect. It gave her a sexy sassy sophisticated look. Her makeup was a little darker than she usually wore. The short hair showed off her elegant neck and slim shoulders, which were further emphasized because she wore a black strapless dress. She completed the outfit with black stockings and black high heels.

She stood there silently, letting him look at her. It was like she wanted to taunt him with her beauty. "I'm going out," she finally announced.

"Where are you going?" he asked, an edge in his voice. But she didn't answer. She didn't need to. They both knew where she was going.

Her face held no emotion. It was like he didn't exist, like he didn't matter anymore. If she was trying to hurt him, she was succeeding royally.

"I was wrong about the pills, you have every right to be angry," he said. "But that's not the real reason you did this, is it?" he added bitterly, motioning at her short brown hair. "Sumit likes girls with short dark hair, and that's what you are now. You did it for him."

Anitya's expression didn't change. "Don't bother to wait up," she said simply, and left.

Siddharth couldn't sleep, even though he'd been up for almost 2 days straight. Daylight broke out, and still Anitya hadn't come home. He didn't bother to go to work or even call in. It didn't seem to matter. Finally around 3pm he heard a key in the door. The door opened and Anitya walked in. She didn't seem surprised to see him. She didn't say anything. She looked tired. Her hair was tussled, her makeup gone. She wore the strapless dress but it was wrinkled and creased. Her black stockings were laddered. She held her heels in her hand.

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She stood in front of him, not saying anything, expressionless. It was like she was throwing it in his face she'd let Sumit fuck her all night long and most of the next day. And Siddharth knew Sumit had. She looked it. She looked freshly fucked. She probably let him fuck her right before coming home.

He looked at her neck. She wore hickeys there, and on her shoulders. Sumit had marked her, claimed his property. Her new short hair emphasized Sumit's brands on her, as did her strapless dress. He remembered at that moment she'd worn that dress that time Sumit had caught them playing at the club. She must have been thinking of Sumit all day long yesterday. Cutting her hair short for him, dying her hair brown, picking out just the right outfit. All for him.

Siddharth looked into his wife's face, his eyes wet. "Are you done torturing me now?"

Finally emotion showed on her face. Hurt and regret, maybe even some love. "Don't ever do that to me again," she said. She took his hand and led him to their bedroom. She curled up and he spooned her, and they fell asleep.

Siddharth and Anitya made up, but she didn't change her hair. Every month like clockwork she went to see Danny and told him to cut it short again, just below her ears, and to re-colored it dark brown. Once Siddharth asked her what Sumit thought. She didn't answer. But Siddharth knew Sumit loved it. Anitya did her hair for him now, not Siddharth. Why wouldn't Sumit love it?

Anitya saw Siddharth's hurt. One night she tried to make him feel better. "Maybe someday I'll grow my hair long again," she offered like a lifeline. Then she smiled playfully and took his hand and moved it to her small trimmed bush above her clit. "Until then you have this to remember that my hair is black." She said it to make him feel better, and it led to sex. But in fact her words made him feel worse, because they just reminded him Sumit saw and used her pussy whenever he wanted.

Her hair was just a symptom of what was wrong with their marriage. Their relationship had changed and would never be the same again, and Siddharth knew it was his fault.

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Siddharth packed for another business trip. He'd come to hate being away from home, but he had no choice, not if he wanted to keep this job. Before he left he sat down with Anitya and took her hands. "I know I started all of this," he said earnestly. "But I want to go back to the way we were. No more games, no more fantasies. I want us to have a baby and start a family. Will you think about it?"

She hesitated, and then said, "Alright. We can talk about it when you get back."

Siddharth smiled weakly, figuring that was the best he could hope for right now. He added, "While I'm away ... I'd like it if you didn't see Sumit."

She hesitated again for a moment, and then agreed. "Okay, I won't."

Siddharth planned to be back Saturday morning but a colleague got sick so he had to go to a trade show in Delhi. He wouldn't be home until Monday night. Friends from the temple were having a party, and Siddharth was disappointed to miss it. Anitya asked if it would be okay if she went without him. He said yes even though he knew Sumit would be there, but he couldn't ask Anitya to spend Sunday all alone.

Anitya felt relieved Siddharth's trip had been extended. She needed the extra time to think about what he said. She still loved him. He was so different from all the other men she'd ever dated. Unlike other men, he looked beyond her looks right down to her soul. She still remembered one of their first dates, when they sat in an all-night diner and talked forever. They talked about everything, not just superficial things like sports and movies like most men did, but religion, politics, science, everything.

But Siddharth's fantasies had distorted everything. She loved him, but ... as a husband? And then there was Sumit. If he hadn't been in the picture, maybe things would be different. Sumit was such an amazing man, and Siddharth, well ... he wasn't Sumit.

She looked forward to see Sumit at the party, but true to her promise to Siddharth, she resolved not to go home with him. On impulse she put on Sumit's Xavier college football jersey. No one would think it usual, and no one would recognize it as Sumit's old jersey. She knew Sumit would be flattered if she wore it, and Siddharth would never know.

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The party was crowded, with people clustered around the food and the TVs (the hosts had rented 4 big screen TVs). A big smile came to Sumit's face when he saw Anitya wearing his jersey. Sumit moved up close to Anitya and gently squeezed her hand, making sure no one was around to see. Anitya beamed inside.

Sumit was smoking a cigarette. He only smoked at parties like this, a social smoker like Anitya. "Want one?" he asked smiling, offering her the pack.

"Okay," she said, then playfully took the cigarette from his mouth and put it to her lips.

"Brat," he said smiling. She smiled back at him. The people around them noticed the exchange and it touched off some whispering. People had noticed Anitya and Sumit together a lot lately, and many speculated they were having an affair, especially with Sumit separated and Anitya home alone so much with Siddharth traveling. Everyone agreed, thought, they made a very attractive couple.

It took every effort he had, but Siddharth managed to get out of the trade show. As the plane touched down at the airport he checked his iPhone – out of power. In the terminal he ran through the airport and managed to get a cab right away. When he arrived at the party he rang the doorbell but no one answered. Then he remembered the hosts had rented a big tent that would cover practically the entire backyard, with a lot of space heaters. Everyone must be there. He went around the house and literally ran into the tent. He entered through a flap/door and almost ran into a huge bush.
He stood behind the bush. The tent was crowded, but he saw Anitya immediately. His heart leaped at the sight of her. She looked beautiful with her sassy new haircut, dressed casually in jeans and her jersey. Siddharth saw Sumit approach his wife and he got angry. Can't leave her alone, can you Sumit, even at a the party. Anitya was in a circle of people, all talking and laughing, and Sumit walked right up and stood next to her.

Sumit was smoking, and he watched as his wife flirtingly took the cigarette from Sumit's lips and put it between hers. Siddharth's heart sank. Somehow, the gesture was as intimate as a kiss. Then he looked again at the Xavier college jersey she wore. He recognized it. She was wearing Sumit's old jersey, as if they were going steady. He slumped, like someone had punched him in the stomach. He went back out the door, and walked aimlessly until he noticed a lone cab sitting at a light. He flagged it down and went home.

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Anitya got home around midnight. She was startled to see Siddharth. "When did you get home?" she said coming up to him and giving him a kiss. "Why didn't you go to the party?"

"I was there," he said emotionally drained. "I saw you and Sumit together."

Anitya noticed the dried tears on her husband's cheeks. "Siddharth, I didn't do anything with him, I swear."

"I know you didn't," he said, and he believed her. "But ..." He touched the jersey she wore.

Anitya's face dropped. She felt guilty and ashamed.

"I've completely messed us up, haven't I?" Siddharth said. "We'll never be the same."

She sat down, also feeling emotionally exhausted. She tried to look in his face, but she couldn't. "I don't know," she said softly.

He nodded, understanding. "It's all my fault, I know. I want you to know that. I don't blame you at all. But ..." Tears rolled down his face. "I can't share your heart, Anitya. I just can't. It would kill me."

Now Anitya was crying. "What are you saying?"

"I need to go," he said.

He got up, but Anitya grabbed his hand. "Siddharth, don't!"

"I'm sorry," he said, taking her hand off his. "I'm sorry, but ... I'm so sorry."

Anitya sobbed, putting her head in her hands. She sat on the couch like that for an hour. Then she got up and grabbed her car keys. She needed to talk to someone, and the only person she could think of was Sumit.

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It had started raining. She drove madly, almost getting in an accident as her car slid across the road. At his house, she ran up to the door and rang the bell repeatedly. Finally the door opened. But it wasn't Sumit.

It was Avani.

Avani studied Anitya's crying face, and invited her in. "Come on, get out of the rain. I'll get you some coffee."

Anitya felt numb. She sat, and took the coffee from Avani. Avani hadn't seen Anitya since that time in the temple. "You did your hair," Avani said bitterly. Anitya's hair was just as short and dark brown as Avani's.

"Where's Sumit?" Anitya asked.

"Upstairs, sleeping with the kids," Avani answered simply. Silence followed. Then Avani looked at Anitya. Now Avani had tears in her eyes. "Sumit cheated on me," she said. "More than once. That's why I left him. But I love him so much. I know I'm a bitch. But I know deep down he loves me too. We've been married 20 years. We have 2 little kids. I want him back."

Avani looked beseechingly into Anitya's eyes, one woman pleading with another. "Anitya, will you let me have my husband back?"

Avani's words hit Anitya like a physical blow. Suddenly she understood the ramifications of her actions. She put down the coffee, her hands shaking. "I'm sorry," she said tears welling up in her eyes. "I'm so sorry," she repeated as she raced out the door.

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Epilogue

Anitya stayed with her brother Karan until she found a job. She couldn't stay with her parents. They'd barrage her with too many questions. They loved Siddharth like a son. She told them they broke up, but she couldn't deal with their questions right now.

Anitya got lucky. A college friend managed a dance studio in Goa, and they had an opening for a modern dance instructor. Her friend also knew a an empty house, and offered to rent it on the cheap. Anitya immediately accepted both the job and the room, and bought her ticket to Goa.

Anitya wrote Siddharth a note. She'd tried calling a few times, but he didn't answer. It was actually a relief not to talk to him. Not yet, it was too soon. There were too many emotions out there. She wrote: "Dear Siddharth: I'm going to Goa. I'm going to try to be a dancer. It wasn't all your fault. I'm sorry. Anitya." She put the note in an envelope and slipped it into the mail.

Karan drove her to the airport. He hugged her. "You'll be okay, sis."

"Thanks," she said with a weak smile, not sure if she would. Then she remembered. "Can you put this in the mail for me?" she said pulling out a package and handing it to Karan.

"Sure," he said taking the package. He gave her another hug and watched her walk away.

A week later Sumit went into his office in the gym. He'd just been to another marriage counseling session with Avani. He'd been calling Anitya constantly, but she wouldn't answer or return his calls. He tried calling her again, and got a "not in service" message. She'd changed her telephone number.

He sat in his chair, wondering what he should do. He understood his responsibilities to Avani and his kids. But he'd give all that up if he could be with Anitya. He wished he could talk to her.

Then he noticed a package on his desk. It must have arrived in the morning mail. His heart leaped when he saw the address. It was in Anitya's handwriting. He eagerly ripped open the package. There was no note. When he saw what was inside he slumped back in his chair, knowing it was over.

It was his Xavier college football jersey.


***THE END***

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Story :- Anitya and Siddharth, life beckons

Written By Trambak

link :- https://xossipy.com/thread-1996-post-690...l#pid69099

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