Chapter 55
Anvita
Anvita had never believed Rajat's ‘just one-time’ promise. She knew it was a fake promise Rajat wanted her to desperately believe so that she would commit to it in order to move on. And she was sure; once she gave in to that lie he would make her his slave. He would take her into his bed every time Atul went on a trip. Even when Atul is home, he will dare to have his way with her. She will be a sex slave.
I’ll choose death before I went to sleep with him. She had decided.
After the dinner with Prithvi, when she saw Atul's enthusiasm to have dinner with Rajat also, Anvita was really frightened. She had come to understand how cleverly Atul could play it out. Looking back into the past Anvita felt it was always there, whenever they hosted dinner to someone. During the dinner with Shreyas Atul had become drunk excessively to pass out. At the dinner with Varun and Radhika, Atul wasn’t even home. If Anvita was a willing woman, and Varun a clever man, he could have left with Radhika after the dinner and then return to Anvita. There was no way to find out what was in Atul's mind that night.
And at the dinner with Prithvi, he boosted Prithvi's confidence by making him lick her feet first, and then left him with an opportunity to be intimate with her. Prithvi had never expected whatever happened to happen. He was being manipulated by Atul.
It had always been Atul's game. Anvita felt. And her nervousness only grew further. What is he looking from the dinner with Rajat?
She kept pondering about it the whole day. And she kept iterating in mind, I won’t let it happen.
I’ll defend myself. She promised herself.
Atul's excitement after the dinner with Prithvi did not end with one night. He was eager to take her to bed every night with the same vigour and made sure she screamed in pleasure each time. He had received a promotion that surpassed his own expectations and he was very happy. But Anvita felt he was happier for he had manipulated her to have an intimate dinner date with a common friend. There was a sudden surge in his confidence that Anvita didn’t fail to notice. And Anvita liked it. She had gone on to reciprocate his excitement on Monday night as she knelt in front of him and sucked his dick into the back of her throat. At the end of the night, later, as she lay panting in her bed she felt she was ready to have another dinner date with Prithvi if Atul insisted. However, she didn’t dare to mention a word to him.
Wednesday morning Atul left for Mumbai to join a conference.
“This is the first time you have a business talk during the daytime. I like your new job.”
Anvita joked.
That night Prithvi phoned Anvita. She was making the bed as the phone rang and Anvita wondered if Atul told him about his trip. It was possible. He is that crazy.
Anvita answered the phone and sat on the edge of the bed.
“Hello.”
“I was wondering whom should I call first.” She heard Prithvi's excited voice. “Then I chose you.”
“I know you’d choose me only. How’s Bangalore?”
“It’s Bengaluru and it is fine. It’s me who’s missing you badly.”
“That’s okay. Tell me about your job. Got new friends?”
“It’s good. Hey, it’s my call. So I’ll ask questions. You had dinner?”
“Yes.”
“Oh.” He hesitated. “Then I should cut the call short, I guess.”
“Why?”
“After dinner…mmm…now it’s Atul's time, isn’t it?”
“You know he’s not here, don’t you?”
“Really? How do I know?”
“I thought you must have called him first.”
“I told you. I was wondering who should I call first.”
“Why did you call me first?”
“Temptation, to be honest! Your voice.”
“You really didn’t talk to him?”
“No. I swear.”
“Okay, I believe you. Now tell me about your job.”
“Forget the job.” He said excitedly. “I can’t believe my luck.”
“What happened?”
“I mean, Atul is not there. So we can talk freely, right?”
“I am not going to talk freely,” Anvita said coldly.
“I didn’t mean that. I was really sad after Monday morning when I left. I didn’t get a chance to talk with you.”
“You talked a lot that night if I remember…”
“Are you alone there?”
“Why?”
“I am alone here in my room. In my bed…”
“Are you trying to…”
“No…no. I just want to tell you no one is here….”
His voice became very soft and Anvita could barely hear him. A smile was blossoming at her lips.
“Anvita?”
“mmm…”
“I...want to know about that night.”
“And you expect me to talk about it?”
“I was wondering…”
“Don’t wonder anything, idiot. Just sleep tight, have a sweet dream. Good night.”
She said and cut the phone call.
Really, didn’t he already know? She wondered. She thought she should ring up Atul and ask. No. She kept the phone aside and lay straight on the bed.
Fifteen minutes later, the phone rang again.
“Anvita…”
“Don’t wanna sleep?
She pretended to be angry.
“I want to confess you something.”
“That you can’t forget me?”
“I want to confess something you don’t know.”
“Is there something like that? Okay, but you have to hurry up. I was about to catch sleep.”
“Promise me you won’t hate me.”
“Is it that bad? You’ve done a lot that would top my hate list. Is it worse?”
“That night…after we went to bed…I couldn’t sleep. I was thinking only about you…”
“And you took my clothes from the shelf?”
“No... Not that. I was thinking what you would be doing…and I couldn’t sleep…”
“You said that already.”
Anvita said coldly, hiding her curiosity.
“Yeah…yeah, I did. You know, I can’t really forget it. Your voice is still in my ears.”
“What voice are you talking about?”
“Your voice. I am sorry I eavesdropped. “
“What!”
Anvita was stunned.
She knew he was really horny when he went to bed; she thought he would fantasise about her. But this…
She was embarrassed. And she was angry.
She cut the phone. He phoned again, right away.
“Anvita.”
“You are such a pervert!”
“I was hopeless… I heard your voice, Anvita. It was so lovely. And I must admit how jealous I was at Atul. I mean I have always been, but this time I felt… my respect for him went sky high. He’s a perfect lover any woman can get, I think. And he deserves you more than anyone.”
“And we betrayed him.”
Anvita reminded him.
I betrayed him. She remembered. Atul might have had fun living in his fantasy but it would not undo her part. She had done much more things Prithvi, which Atul would never know.
“It happened. I am sorry but what can we do? I am a bit selfish and I got lucky.”
“Shit. And you have no shame to confess that you spied on my bedroom.”
“I just want to be honest with you.”
“And what did you get from it? Did you shag?”
“No! I am not that bad. I mean…I didn’t do it there. I did later.”
“You ruined our bed!”
“I only did that. Actually, I wanted to break in and surrender to you right after he made you scream like that. It was so amazing. He was wonderful. I can never do that.”
Anvita didn’t know what to say. He was reminding her of the night. Yes. It was wonderful. It was amazing.
“Did you want to surrender? How?”
“As we have done before, you know. I wanted to worship your feet while he made love to you.”
“Oh, you wanted to join us…for threesome?”
“No. it’s not like that. I wanted to serve you…like… I just want to serve you… like the queen and the king of the old times. They make love; their slaves stand by their feet guarding them, providing them whatever they ask.”
“You are insane. I’m gonna discuss this with Atul. Let me ask if he’s in need of a servant in the bedroom.”
Anvita giggled.
“What about you? Would give me a chance?”
“Chance for what?”
“I know you were really happy. But I can make you even better.”
“How?”
“I can lick… I mean to eat you.”
“My feet?”
“No. everywhere between your legs.”
“I had him for that.”
“No. I mean afterwards.”
Prithvi said shyly.
Anvita turned to her right on the bed.
“Afterwards?”
“mmm… after he gave it to you… after your screams. When he got off you. then…”
“Do you really know how dirty you are talking?”
“I want to be dirty. I am your slave. Please.”
“Chi!”
“I know you’ll be full of water.”
“It’s not water, idiot.”
“Your juice.”
“My juice mixed with something more.”
“I know.”
“And you still want to lick me?”
“I will drink it. Swallow it.”
“You are insane.”
“Anvita…”
“Mmm…”
“Would you like it?”
Anvita bit her lips. She remembered Atul going down on her after Prithvi had fucked her on the wedding eve. She was always embarrassed about it because it was a hell of a hot night.
“Anvita…”
“Mmm…”
“Shall I drink your juice?”
“No.”
“Please… I beg you. Your juice mixed with your husband’s juice. I know it will be so hot. You will be tired after hot sex. But then I’ll get between your legs and then I’ll have my mouth over your….your…”
“Stop it.”
Anvita blurted.
She felt her body becoming hot.
“No. I want to lick your lips. I will chew them first and then I will spread them and then…”
Anvita couldn’t say anything.
“…and then I’ll push my tongue inside. I’ll have your taste. Anvita…”
“Mmm…”
Her reply was merely a moan.
“I feel like I am already there. I am taking my boxer down. You wanna know how it is? It’s up like a rocket.”
Anvita giggled.
“It is so hard, Anvita. I am holding it in my hand. It’s so hard; I am going to shake it. Shall I?”
“Mmm…”
“Anvi…”
“Mmm…”
“What are you wearing?”
“T-shirt…lower…”
“Take it off for me.”
“No.”
“Please.”
“It’s cold here.”
“I’ll make it hot. Let’s put a blanket on us.”
“Mmm…”
“I am stroking it…it’s very hard… Anvita I am your slave… I want to lick your hole. Both your front hole and back hole….”
She remembered the indescribable thrill of being felt by his tongue over her anal hole. She felt dirty and excited together.
“Chi…!”
“I will move my tongue in and out of you… you’ll push my head for more.”
“Mmm…”
“Anvita… touch yourself.”
Anvita's hand was already inside her panty.
“Mmm…”
“Put your finger inside.”
“Mmm…”
“It’s me. I am pushing my thing inside you…”
“Mmm…”
For one moment Anvita tried to believe him, and her finger sank inside her wet lips.
“Keep moving your finger, Anvi…”
“Mmm…I am moving, Prithvi…”
“Do you feel me?”
“Yes…”
“My dick inside you…”
“Mmm…”
“My dick inside you.”
“Mmm…”
“Going in…”
“Yes…”
“I am fucking you…more I push…”
“mmm…”
“move it, baby… my Anvita… my hard dick is going inside your… your…”
“my pussy…”
“yes…your pussy…. It’s moving inside….and very deep inside your pussy…”
“mmm…”
“move your fingers for me… my Anvita, my queen… my goddess… I am so hard…please be my queen… make me your slave… Anvita…”
“mmm…”
Their breathing went up together and then Anvita heard a slight groan from the other end of the phone.
“I am shooting it… oh my Anvi…oh my god. It’s so huge…. In your pussy…”
Anvita dropped the phone and plunged two fingers into her and moved it. In her mind, she was getting fucked by him and she loved it. A few minutes later, she suppressed a moan, and let out a huge scream in her mind.
When the panting settled, she picked up the phone. It was still on.
“Anvita?”
She heard his anxious voice.
She bit her lips shyly.
“Mmm…”
“Have you?”
“mmm…”
“me too.”
“I know, idiot.”
“I mean it’s a huge mess here.”
Anvita giggled.
“Well, clean it yourself.”
“Yeah, I’ll do it. “
He laughed.
“So, it was good?”
“Shut up and sleep now. And don’t call me in the night. Not again.”
“As you wish, my queen.”
Anvita laughed and ended the phone call. She couldn’t stop smiling for a long moment.
Atul will have no idea about it. She thought. And it’s a pity.
The following morning Anvita sat in her office thought about the night with a pang of guilt and shame.
I shouldn’t have done that. She thought. Not anymore. She decided.
A message popped up on the monitor.
“Come to my cabin.”
It was Shashank.
Anvita walked in and he smiled, gesturing her to be seated.
“You’ve been consistently doing well for long, Anvita. You are a performer. It’s time to learn a bit about being a team leader. I know you’ll learn it quickly. I’ve arranged a Leadership workshop session for you. This afternoon, you’ll accompany Rishi and join a group from the other firms as well. The session is conducted at ArmPro.”
He said.
The term ArmPro took away all the excitement from Anvita. She had been there many times in the past but she could never erase the horrendous memory of the first ever visit when she had encountered Maniesh and Manjot there for the first time.
She had been fortunate not to run into Manjot after that during her multiple visits to ArmPro. She prayed she didn’t have to face him this time too.
She attended the workshop session with Rishi. As she walked into the building she saw Sonakshi waving at her from the lobby. Anvita walked over to her.
“Don’t worry; he’s not here.”
Sonakshi said. She was referring Manjot.
Anvita smiled.
“Thanks for telling me this. I was really worried. How are you?”
Sonakshi was the woman she had witnessed being sexually exploited by Manjot. The last time when Anvita had come to ArmPro she had met Sonakshi and they had a long chat.
Sonakshi had been working at ArmPro for almost three years. In the beginning, it was perfect for her because she was perfect for the job. Then Manjot came in for the top post. He laid his eyes on her on the first day itself, when he explicitly intimated his wish to her.
“I was a fool to believe he didn’t mean what he told me. Because I thought he wouldn’t do it as he had a reputation to maintain. And I thought I would stop him if he ever made a move. He didn’t make that move for two months and I thought it was just a rude joke. But then one day I was called into a room by someone, where Manjot was waiting for me. He locked the room and bangd me. And the bastard shot everything in a camera. There was no way out since then.”
Sonakshi had told Anvita.
There were more women like her, who had been trapped by Manjot. Some had quit the job, but never really saved them from Manjot's claws.
When Anvita told her about what Manjot had told her, Sonakshi warned her.
“You should be very very careful, Anvita. Stay away from him. I haven’t seen a woman escaping from his trap.”
The workshop lasted three hours for the day. Fourteen members from various firms comprised the team and it was a good learning experience. Anvita phoned Shashank in the evening and thanked him.
That night when she told Atul about Sonakshi, he was anxious.
“Next time you should phone her before you go to Manjot's office,” Atul advised. “Don’t you have her phone number?”
“Yeah, I should; but how can we stop going there just because Manjot is there?”
“I was just giving you some advice. Be wiser, that’s the point.”
Anvita nodded.
“Poor lady. She’s really a good person but what can we do? There’s no escape for her.”
She added.
Atul was thoughtful.
That night Atul did not initiate sex. Anvita was convinced he had no idea about Prithvi's phone call to her on the previous night. Should I tell him what I did with him last night? Anvita wondered and dismissed the idea quickly.
Then she felt it could also be because of the disturbing story about Sonakshi.
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Friday Anvita could not keep the dinner out of her mind despite having a busy day at Teckpo. She kept making plans to manipulate the men to have a ‘safe dinner night’. One thing was sure. She was not going to entertain Rajat as she had done to Prithvi.
Atul phoned her in the evening to remind her about the dinner and Anvita could imagine how excited he was about it. She was anxious. She hoped they didn’t have a secret deal. In fact, she bet heavily on that hope. If they came in with a deal… Anvita did not want to think further.
Anvita wished she could warn Atul about Rajat. She wanted to reveal how Rajat had been trying to seduce her. But she had no evidence to prove it. It was impossible to talk about what Rajat had told her or how he had been stalking her, chasing her and intimidating her. Her helplessness was mostly because of her foolish misadventures with Shreyas, and she was glad when he was fired from the job at Wallzec.
Anvita had indeed thought about confessing her little fling with Shreyas. But she feared it would never work because the truth might not impress Atul. She hadn’t had sex with Shreyas, and Rajat could turn that truth into a lie, and Atul would easily believe it.
Because now he knows I can betray him.
Anvita had decided it was better to die if Atul chose to believe Rajat's words and not hers.
In the evening, Anvita left the office early.
Atul was happy when he returned, and he hugged her and kissed her lightly on her lips. He didn’t hide his joy to see her working positively for the dinner.
“It’s going to be a wonderful night, sweetie. I promise you.”
He whispered in her ear. Anvita smiled calmly, her mind racing inside.
The dinner with Prithvi was also wonderful, wasn’t it?
Anvita turned her back to him, pretending to concentrate on the dish on the stove. She wanted to face him and ask him what he wanted her to do with Rajat.
Do you want me to kiss him? Do you want me to dance with him? Do you want me to let him touch me and grope me?
There were a hundred questions to ask. For a moment Anvita felt she was just confused about which one to ask first. A hundred possibilities. A hundred intimate fears. A hundred nightmares. But when she finally opened her mouth, it sounded the least important to her.
“What do you want me to wear, Atul?”
“It’s your choice, Anvi.” He replied, and then added, “Wear the light blue dress.”
The light blue dress had a triangle cut at the centre of the front, teasing a glimpse of her cleavage. Anvita didn’t need to think further to make out what he was seeking from her.
When she finished cooking, she went on to have a shower and then wore the dress. She felt she was getting dressed for Rajat. It was a disgusting thought but Anvita could not shake it off her despite trying desperately. When she stood in front of the mirror, turning to her left and right to see how the dress made her curves obvious, she felt it was Rajat who was examining her. She knew Rajat would leave only after capturing those curves in his mind. When he’s alone, he would remember her, and become horny. She felt like an object and it was disgusting.
But she had no choice to save her from the embarrassment. Her husband apparently wanted her to be an object for his friend to feast on with his eyes. Anvita pictured herself sitting in the hall wearing the dress, flaunting her legs below the knees. It’s okay. Anvita thought. After the dinner, I’ll tell Atul how Rajat was leering at my legs. And I’ll tell I didn’t like it.
Anvita had a plan: never give a chance, no matter what.
If Atul goes out to save the uncle living on the top floor from a heart attack, I’ll excuse myself to the washroom until his return.
She was going to fake enthusiasm and pretend to be too busy with herself; ruling out every chance of intimacy with Rajat.
Rajat arrived in time, well dressed, as if for a formal dinner. Suddenly Anvita felt she was worrying too much about him. Wearing a shiny blazer and black pants, he looked a true gentleman with great respect for the host. And host’s wife too.
Anvita realised his plan in a moment. He’s trying to impress me in a nice way. He’s probably trying to impress me and Atul together. Anvita suddenly began to feel at ease. Rajat's appearance was indeed a good sign she had forgotten to pray for. She even regretted picturing him like a monster. And for the first time, she noticed her neighbour looked handsome too. She smiled at him and complimented on his good looks. His reply was courteous.
“You look as stunning as ever, Anvita.”
He presented Atul a liquor bottle and before Anvita could doubt his intention, he made Atul promise they would stop after just two rounds.
Anvita was relieved. However, she was going to keep an eye on Atul. She still remembered how excessive drinking had left him unconscious during the dinner with Shreyas. Rajat had seen it, and he could think of it as a trick to use for his own benefit.
Incidentally, it was Rajat himself who had stopped her crossing the line with Shreyas that night, that too while Atul slept next to her, completely unaware of the situation. The memory prompted Anvita to think fondly about Rajat for a moment. Now he was actually ensuring Atul didn’t like that.
Anvita felt he perhaps wanted to have her with Atul's consent only, while he’s awake so that she could not resist. She had given him a promise in that regard.
But I will not let it happen, no matter what.
“What is in the other packet?”
Anvita pointed to the other packet Rajat had brought. He winked at her.
“That’ll be opened later.”
Anvita looked at Atul and he was smiling. His smile instantly put her on caution. She felt the men were playing according to a secret deal she was unable to interpret.
And she knew what it could be, very soon, as Atul placed three glasses on the centre table. Two of them had a tint of blue and the third was plain in colour. He was going to make a drink for her too.
Anvita stopped him.
“I’ll have my wine, Atul.”
She went inside and brought a wine bottle. Before she poured into the glass, she had a close look at the bottom of the glass. The blue tint on the glass made it difficult to see and Anvita had to look carefully. There was nothing inside it.
No. they aren’t planning to drug me.
Anvita thought and her lips blossomed into a smile. She could not believe she did not trust Atul any better that Rajat.
Soon she went on to conclude one thing; that she had started to believe and accept what the men were. While one desperately wanted to lay her, the other one simply wanted to help him. Both of them were working on a secret mission and she was left to defend herself.
It was a game.
It was a game with only two outcomes.
One, I win. She would spoil their plan, every trick. Rajat would go home failed and disappointed. Atul would also be disappointed. Despite lending all the help to his friend to have his wife, he could not utilise it. He would later berate his friend, calling him a loser.
The other outcome, they win. She would fail to defend herself. Atul would win his part of playing a passive husband, maybe finding a reason to walk out of the house, letting his friend have his way with his wife for a few minutes. Later when his guest is gone, he would take her to his bed and enjoy a lot of sex. He might stay awake for the whole night. And Rajat, he would have a memorable time with her.
The thought of Rajat coming on top gave Anvita a kick in the stomach. If he won, he would bend her over the countertop in the kitchen as Shreyas had done for a few seconds, and pound her hard.
If he got a chance like that, then he wouldn’t stop until he filled her with his sperm, while Atul might even watch it from behind the door.
Anvita's eyes inadvertently turned toward the kitchen door. It was possible. He could stand there and peep inside to see him from behind. Anvita averted her eyes quickly.
No. nothing will happen. She assured herself.
The men cracked jokes and shared funny stories. Anvita had a tough time pretending to enjoy them and laugh along. Her eyes remained on Atul's drink. When it was nearing the bottom, Rajat took out the next package. It was a gift for Anvita.
She could not believe it, “What is it?”
“It’s a lehenga.”
She stared at both of them.
“What’s the occasion that I’m being gifted?”
The reply came from Atul. “It’s okay Anvi. He likes you very much. Take it.”
Anvita's eyes shrank with disbelief. She saw a husband who had no shame to allow his lecherous friend to gift his wife a lehenga just because he liked her. Anvita knew he was feeding his secret cravings, and his portrait as a respectful husband took a heavy blow in her mind that moment.
Rajat got busy throwing in some vague reasons that it was a compensation for not being able to host them a dinner party since marriage.
“Please don’t say no. you’ll hurt me.”
That’s exactly what I want; hurt you. Anvita said in her mind and then nodded reluctantly.
“Okay. I’ll take it. Don’t cry.”
But it was just the tip of an iceberg. They wanted her to wear it.
“Nonsense!” Anvita cried. “There’s no way I’m gonna put on this now.”
She refused. She protested. She reasoned.
She was not going to do it. Then Rajat revealed.
“It was selected by Atul so I am sure it will fit perfectly on you.”
Anvita was stunned.
Atul! She screamed in her mind and looked at Atul incredulously. He was clearly caught off-guard by his friend’s revelation.
“You cheater! You promised me you’ll never tell her about this.”
He was telling Rajat and nothing more was needed to be told.
And you promised me you’ll take care of me for the whole life when we married. Anvita wanted to remind him.
She felt like dumb, looking at him.
So it was the plan. Atul knew and actually helped Rajat to buy this gift in order to impress her. And he was until then sitting there like a spectator who knew nothing. He just wants to enjoy the show, Anvita realised.
“Mark my words, he’s gonna sell you too.” Varun’s screaming echoed in her mind. Is he gonna do that? If he was so liberal, then why was he so heartbroken after the night at Alyssa when I got intimate with Varun? Anvita felt like a fool for regretting every one of her misadventures in the past.
When this night is over, I’m gonna tell him about them, no matter what.
Atul was explaining how they had bought the lehenga. And he too wanted to see her wear it.
“He selected it and I only chose the correct size. It won’t take much time, Anvi. I know you’ll love it.”
Anvita looked at him wondering if he would let Varun and Shreyas have the same liberty with her, and got up. As she walked a few steps to the room with the packet in hand, she heard Rajat thanking Atul.
Anvita hated herself for still behaving sanely. She wished she got angry and stopped talking to them both, locking herself in the room for the rest of the night.
Anvita locked the door from inside and opened the packet disdainfully. It was a light pink and gold embellished lehenga and blouse.
Wear them. Show to them. Finish the dinner. And say goodnight. She blurted in mind as the opened the clothing. A small packet inside its folding caught her attention. She checked it and her heart stopped. Shame and anger boiled her blood together and she threw it on the floor. She wanted to scream and let the whole neighbourhoods know what was happening to her.
It was a bra and a panty, both in pink colour. They were not in their original covering, despite the appearance of branded apparel. They were taken out and apparently folded into this by Rajat.
She couldn’t help but visualise Rajat holding them in his hands and imagining her wearing it. Anvita felt sick.
For a moment she thought it was just a bad dream. It was impossible Atul let his friend buy this! But it was happening in front of her eyes. Atul had admitted having gone with Rajat to buy the gift.
I chose the correct size. Atul had told her a few minutes ago. And then he hinted how excited he was to see her wear it. Anvita looked at the undergarments and her knees were trembling already.
Why are you doing this to me, Atul? What are you trying to make me?
Her phone buzzed a message. It was Rajat.
“Wear the pink ones too. I hope it fits perfectly.”
The message read. Anvita grinned and sent a quick reply.
“Fuck you!”
The response was even quicker.
“You may do so dear, but later. Now please wear it for Atul.”
Anvita wanted to throw away the phone but she refrained from doing it. She wanted to walk out and throw the undergarments on Atul's face, yelling at him “do you want me to flaunt these?” but controlled herself. She wanted to cut the lehenga into a thousand pieces and shower it on Rajat's head, but all she could do was to sit on the edge of her bed and unfold the lehenga.
It was beautiful, a gorgeous piece of clothing. Anvita was not surprised for she now knew it was Atul's selection. And she already knew she would look perfect if she wore it. She would have felt on top of heaven if it was gifted by him. She thought and then corrected her. Well, it is.
She took the bra from the floor and had a close look. It was a lightly padded bridal wear with thin straps. It was her size and of a costly brand. So much for this dinner! She smiled and shook her head defiantly. It’s not gonna make me fall for you, moron.
She got up and undressed quickly. She stood in front of the mirror completely naked and thought if Rajat was ever going to see her like that.
If it is my fate… She began to think and a bolt of lightning that passed through her stomach ended it abruptly.
She wore the clothes with a sense of urgency. All of them suited her perfectly and she was left with awe at the beauty of the lehenga. She had a tough time to move away from the mirror, despite being upset by the fact that she was shamelessly impressed by it.
The thin pad inside the bra cup made her breasts look slightly bigger and rounder, and there was no dupatta to hide it from Rajat's eyes. The low cut neckline of the blouse gave away an ample view of her cleavage. It is for a purpose.
The blouse was stitched neatly and elegantly, as per her size and shape, as if she had given the measurements for it. The blouse and lehenga together showed a lot of her skin – her arms, midriff, neck, and cleavage – and Anvita wasn’t surprised. This is what they both want to see.
Anvita took a deep breath and walked out. She walked on and stopped in front of Atul, mocking a pose like a model on a ramp walk.
“You happy now, Mr Husband?”
Her eyes stayed on Atul's face, but psychically she was observing Rajat. In fact, she didn’t see Atul at all.
“Ask him; he’s the one gifted you this!”
Atul's response was nothing unexpected.
Yes, he wants Rajat to make a comment on how hot his wife looked in these clothes.
“No. I don’t want to make him happy anymore. I can see how happy he already is.” Anvita blurted and returned to her seat.
She noticed Rajat had taken off his blazer. His shirt was light blue! Her heart sank a little more as she realised why Atul asked her to wear the light blue dress for the evening. He wanted to make me look like a match for Rajat! It looked like there was a reason for his choice of blue tinted glasses for her and Rajat while choosing the plain colour for him. Anvita looked at Atul scornfully. He seemed in a dream world. Anvita didn’t dare to make out what he was dreaming.
Rajat smiled at her and made a gesture – a circle – with his thumb and index finger to express his awe. She looked on, as he slowly brought the circle down to his lap and moved his left index finger in and out of it twice and subtly eyed her toward the bedroom. Anvita's face turned red at the obscene gesture. She averted her eyes, wondering why she wasn’t walking away already.
Perhaps now I am ready to endure all these humiliations. I am not a silly woman to be put off by all this.
“You look like an angel, Anvita. Please don’t go out wearing this and without Atul. You’ll get kidnapped,” Rajat said.
Anvita didn’t smile at his flattery. All she wanted was this to end. She grabbed her empty wine glass and had a close look at its bottom, again.
There was nothing, yet.
She poured wine and took a sip. “I don’t think I’ll wear it again. I don’t feel comfortable in this,” she retorted.
“Oh, don’t do that, Anvi. You should know how much pain I took for it. Look at the blouse, for instance. It’s perfect, isn’t it?”
Anvita grinned at him. “If you think it is perfect then you keep it. You can wear it. And I suggest you never go out wearing it. Else you’ll find yourself locked in a mental hospital.”
“Keep joking at me. I don’t mind because it’s you. Speaking about the blouse, do you know why it fits so perfectly? It’s because Atul had taken a blouse from your shelf and handed it to me. He wanted me to get it done to perfection. He’s such a sweet husband.”
Anvita's face turned red again.
Her eyes blazed at Atul. His smile seemed artificial to her.
“Atul? You stole my blouse?”
Atul didn’t respond. He was not even listening.
“Atul?”
Anvita's voice changed in an instant, and it was a testimony to how easily her self-confidence could wash away.
“What’s wrong with you, Atul?”
Atul turned his eyes to her and smiled again lightly, as if in sleep though eyes open, and eased in his seat once. That was the last eye contact Anvita could make with him before his head fell back on the backrest of the couch.
Anvita watched in horror and next moment she realised she was alone with Rajat.
“What happened to him, Rajat?”
Her voice was trembling.
“What happened to him?” Rajat was surprised and he turned to Atul. “Atul…? Are you okay buddy?”
He got up and sat next to Atul and tried to wake him up.
“Atul…Atul!”
He shook Atul's shoulder and it brought no response from him.
“I can’t believe this!” Rajat shook his head in shock. “Look at his glass. He barely had one and a half tot. Strange! Was he already drunk?”
“What!”
Anvita knelt in front of Atul and tried to wake him, in vain.
“I had told him we’ll have just two drinks. I doubt he must have had something beforehand.” Rajat looked at her. “Anvita you should keep a check on his drinking habit. I’ve been advising him since I saw him so drunk at the dinner with his boss. His carelessness has landed him in trouble many times…”
He paused.
Anvita felt he was just trying to remind her about that night. That he knows my secrets.
She looked up and saw where his eyes were. She was suddenly aware of her cleavage. She got up and looked at his drink. It was exactly at the same level as that of Atul's drink. It was impossible that Atul got drunk and fell asleep with one and a half tot.
However, she was not going to believe his claim as well.
Atul was not drunk. She was damn sure.
Is he faking it?
A thought flashed in her mind and it disgusted herself. She grabbed her glass and took a sip, trying to pretend she was quite normal.
“Okay, leave him. We can still have some fun, Anvita.”
Rajat eased in the couch.
Anvita stared at him.
“What fun?”
She tried to sound as cold as she could.
“You can make a guess, Anvi. Atul is a clever husband. He wants us to have some fun.”
“Stop this nonsense. Let me arrange food on the table. Let’s have it and call it a day.”
She said bitterly.
“Come on, Anvi. You can’t do this to me. You had promised me.”
Anvita knew where it was heading. She wasn’t surprised anymore but she had to pretend shock.
“What are you saying? What did I promise you?”
“You promised me if Atul wanted you to do this, you’d do this.”
“And this is that? This is how he tells you he wants you to do this?”
“Anvi, listen to me. We are living in a society. We can do a lot of things but there is a way to do it. Do you think Atul's ego will ever allow him to ask you to sleep with me? The answer is no, and it will remain so forever. Now, you have a look at him. He’s giving you enough clues about what he wants you to do. You tell me, who else can get drunk and pass out like this, leaving his beautiful wife in the company of a young friend who he knows is very good at sex. And you take a close look at him; he’s truly slept. He’s not faking it.”
As if he had read her mind, he faced Atul and shook him. “See, he’s not gonna wake up. He has planned this. And this is how he has given you the freedom.”
Anvita quietly returned to her seat and placed the wine glass on the table. She brought her face down into her palms. Her head was spinning. Her arms and knees were quivering.
No.
“Look at me Anvita,” Rajat said, shifting closer to Atul. He took Atul's left hand and Anvita died next moment breathless, as he brought his hand to his own crotch. He rubbed Atul's palm between them.
“What the…” Anvita yelled. “What the fuck are you doing?”
Rajat gestured her to calm down.
“I am not doing anything, Anvi. I am just trying to show you something; the truth. It’s going to hurt you but it’s between you and I. Atul is a willing cuckold. There are men out there who dream of their wives to be taken by men who can do better than them in bed.”
Anvita shook her head in denial, and with utter disgust.
“Stop this nonsense, Rajat. I have no time and energy for this…”
Rajat pulled out his mobile phone.
“I know it’s hard to believe for a woman like you, but I can prove it in a second.”
He tapped a few times on the screen and showed it to her.
“See this, Anvita. I’ve made a simple Google search and see the results.”
Anvita got up and took his mobile phone in her hand. Rajat had searched ‘how to convince my wife to sleep with someone else’ on Google and it had fetched many pages of confirming results. Thousands of men, wanting to see their wives have sex with other men – and Atul was one of them.
“It’s is not porn site results. You see, it’s from Quora, the people are real.”
Rajat added.
Anvita was exhausted. She looked up, breathing hard. The mobile phone fell from her hand, and Rajat caught it before it hit the ground.
Anvita was not shocked. That moment had already passed. She had already learnt what Atul was. But now suddenly she felt deep in her heart there was still a hope that she could be wrong in her judgement. Perhaps it could be just a momentary crush that made Atul behave in a certain way. But now that hope was gone, forever. Someone else had affirmed it.
The truth can never be unwritten, from this moment. She knew.
-cont'd.
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