Misc. Erotica The Hunt - (A Wife's Adultery Love Story)

[Ragasiyananban]

update please

[Devilmaycry]

Splendid update.  My father is now a pimp... Nobody cares about anybody in my family right now. Each to their own. ROFL. Very true.

Nice update from Rahul POV mostly. Background gives more understanding about the characters to move forward.

Every update is at different level. Your vocabulary is just top class. Hats off.

Thanks.

[Devilmaycry]

Interesting... come soon with the next.

update please

Chillllaaaxxxx my dudes,chillax!!!!   All I know is the update will come someday. I once took two years to give an update.  

[Paty@123]

Thanks for every body, writer, just now i have completed reading, it ws excellent, kindly continue and conclude

[Johnnythedevil]

Excellent

[Devilmaycry]

Hope you dont get carried away by comments.

You were right. I got carried away in the last chapter and inserted some personal views I should not have.

[Devilmaycry]

 His once traditional house wife

She is neither traditional nor a house wife. I am sorry that I have failed to illustrate that properly.

[Devilmaycry]

Thanks for every body, writer, just now i have completed reading, it ws excellent, kindly continue and conclude

Thanks for reading the story. 

I am struggling to write this current chapter. It is getting way too wordy. I have some boring things to say. That's the main reason I write the story ; simultaneously, I must entertain the readers. Can't find that sweet spot yet and having difficulty blending those.

[Gilmalover]

very nice

[Aadhivaasi]

Take your own time. If you think its time to bring it to conclusion, you may do it rather stretching more.

[Karmayogee]

Chillllaaaxxxx my dudes,chillax!!!!   All I know is the update will come someday. I once took two years to give an update.  

Hope that does not happen this time. We too are getting old na 

[Paty@123]

Do not take longer time for updates,kindly continue at the earliest

[Devilmaycry]

CHAPTER 43 : SECOND LAW OF THERMODYNAMICS

PART 2.1 - Let There Be Light

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The human Brain is an ego-biased, narcissistic organ. Our Brain is in love with itself and considers itself the most precious object in the whole world. It constantly makes a person overestimates their ability. Our self-preserving Brain will do absolutely anything to protect itself from humiliation. It will even convince itself by conjuring false reasons and facts that the person to whom the Brain belongs has won even if the person has lost. That is why 8 out of 10 arguments end up without any conclusion and only make the people arguing more convinced about what they initially believed to be true. 
Our Brain tends to associate us with positive events and detach ourselves from adverse events. My wife, my husband, my car, my child -when things work out well, but when it does not, those phrases might become- that woman, that man, this stupid car, your child. Me, me, me, me, me - Brain's favorite hymn. This natural egocentric bias of the human Brain was first identified by psychologists in 1979, and more works have been done on this topic.


In the lavish washroom of Ashish's office, Mahesh is currently held hostage not only by his boss Ashish but also by his egocentric Brain. 
He always hated that Ashish got to have his private restroom in the office. One of the many perks of holding an executive position. He is over 40 years old, so his fluid intelligence is slowing down, and being a lazy person, his crystallized intelligence is outdated, leaving him utterly defenseless to the egomaniac that lives rent-free in his head, his Brain and whatever he thinks is being prescribed by that egomaniac who will not accept a humiliating defeat even when Mahesh's wife is sitting on his boss's lap.


Mahesh turns on the wall faucet and prays that the wooshing of the falling water masks any kind of sound from outside.
He does not want to hear Shilpa's moans. He knows Ashish is going to make his wife moan. He listened to those inside the parking lot earlier when Shilpa did not even know Mahesh was hiding there. His ears don't want to bleed again.

Mahesh is unaware that Shilpa and Ashish are in love with each other cause Mahesh only saw Ashish humiliating Shilpa every time he stumbled upon their intimate moments together.
That thought never crossed his mind, not even when he saw them together in the parking lot. Not even when he saw Ashish's seed seeping out of his wife's pussy a while ago. She is acting as a temptress to trap Ashish, and getting intimate with Ashish is part of the job.
However, Mahesh is aware that Shilpa got the hots for Ashish. She confessed it herself to him. He thinks she is lustful for Ashish, which is why she delays their plan to trap him, which leads her to become an object of humiliation for his bully boss.

Mahesh screams in his head**Now that Shilpa truly realizes her mistake due to her clumsiness... she is pushing the idea of a cuckold relationship, propelling me to settle for peace. I don't want peace from that son of a bitch. I want war**

Mahesh looks around and finds a stainless steel pedal bin. He puts the metal bin under the running water from the faucet, and the deflecting sound of the inelastic collision on the steel surface fills up the washroom.
But the white gaussian noise created by the burbling of the water can't silence the rackets he is hearing inside his head right now, and those hoot as he stares at the falling water * He is going to make your wife wet just like this*

The dashing water spatters from the galvanized metal, and the voices tell him * That's how Ashish is going to make Shilpa squirt*

The droplets ricochet towards him, dampening his trouser, and the imaginary agents whisper inside him *That's how she is going to splash on his big dick ..maybe she already did or doing right now, right this instant*

Mahesh slams the nearest wall, growling inside, looking at his reflection in the wide wall mirror***No, my plan was perfect. It only got ruined because of Shilpa and her stupidity. Now both of us are in this deep Shit, looking at prison time if we get caught. She played with fire. Now her hands are burnt, and she must realize what kind of a monster Ashish really is. But I have hatched other plans with Indra and Priyanka. I am going to execute those. I am going to win. I am the smartest of them all. This is just a minor setback. All I need to do is endure it and wait out the storm to emerge stronger than ever. I am on the right side here cause that fucker bullied me; now he is fucking Shilpa, a married woman. Karma will catch upto him soon.***

The human Brain is ego-biased and self-preserving, which makes the Brain let us choose our opponents carefully. Mahesh would not have picked this dangerous way if he did not believe he could outwit Ashish. Mahesh really believes that he is smarter than his boss. *

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While such horrid imaginations torment her husband, Shilpa pleads to Ashish, "Make love to me" Shilpa darts her eyes murmuring," please, "she begs, touching her lover's side face while sitting on his lap wearing only a lacy panty.
 Her entreaty instantly soothes his wounded heart. His anger departs. Sorrow visits him, and his lips utter, "I am sorry...I am...the truth is words can't contain what I want to say."
Shilpa breathes on his contrite lips, leaning closer, "Then find another way to apologize. You must Ashish...for us, you must."

Her injunctive suggestion slides inside his mind, carried on the wings of her whisper, wings made of fear.

Ashish discerns that, and his voice drops to a hush, "What are you so afraid of ?" His eyes flit, searching in hers.

Shilpa matches his volume. The words came out from her core with a trembling rhythm, assailed by an indescribable sadness, "You." 
and two skittish eyes instinctively glace towards the washroom door behind which her husband is residing, and her mind hums inside *and him*

Her words wrap around his heart like a coil of thorns; it bleeds, and the pain echoes, "Why? I am not gonna harm you." his hands gently caress her face.

Her beautiful face contorts with agony while she speaks, "You will." **You will, my love. You will hurt me once you know the truth.**

Ashish connects her cheekbones with his fingers, desperately trying to decipher the shimmer in her mournful eyes.

She fears the individual Ashish Kaul, and that knowledge crushes him. It frustrates him, knowing that she fears him as a person. 

This is not the kind of fear he wants to instill in her. The desired sexual fear they explore through their Master-slave relationship is entirely different. Exploration of that kind of fear is previously agreed upon, purely consensual and a cathartic experience for her submissive desires regarding his masculine dominance.

"Who called you at the mall Shilpa?" Ashish asks gently, trying not to scare her further, but his eyes flicker, and immediately, Shilpa pales; a cold shiver runs down her spine, knowing Ashish has started to doubt things.

Shilpa's lips quiver, "Please don't ask such questions" she looks away towards where Mahesh is located, removing his hands from her face, unable to hold eye contact.

 When she returns to lock them again with his piercing eyes, she murmurs, "Sometimes it is best to let sleeping questions lay in their grave."

She was about to break the eye contact again, but Ashish reconciled with her gaze by lifting her despondently angled chin. Her eyes are pleading for mercy.
Ashish murmurs impatiently," Let's quit tip-toeing. I want solid ground beneath us. I want to voyage through life with you as my companion. Let's end this hesitant love, half love. So yes, I will kiss the sleeping questions back to life from the grave ."

The shivering throughout her body arises as easily as a morning's yawn listening to her lover yielding his feelings to her.

Her expression is forlorn, and she almost chokes in emotion while emitting, "Those are not sleeping beauties waiting to be restored; those are skeletons ."

Ashish already knows that she disconnected the cables of his security cameras. He knows she was sent to his penthouse for a purpose, something nefarious, and Mahesh is connected to all this.

Ashish presses his lips, forming a sad smile straining his depressor angularis oris muscles, and then reacts with bleak spirit, "I am not afraid of skeletons. I have some in my closet. But, for you, I am done turning my back on the accountabilities my actions cause. You are a chance for my redemption. Will you not grant me that chance?"

A lover's bewitched soul is stripped bare by his beloved's pacifying spell. At that moment, looking into her lover's infatuated vulnerable eyes, Shilpa realizes she owns his soul. She indeed has managed to tame the person she considered once the bête noire of her life.

She places a hand on his aching heart and states in a doleful voice, "I knew you before I knew you even existed in real ..*sighing* ...you are my destiny, and my destiny is made out of my will. I think....that is why I fall for you this fast. Fate has brought us together, Ashish, *her eyes illume, tone imperative* but I can't kneel at your feet the way you want if I don't see your heart bowing to me in a thespian flair."

Ashish presses her hand on his chest, gripping it like a vice and shaking it, "Bowing to you? It is under your feet. Can't you feel it? It is not a boy's heart, it is a man's cynical heart hardened by the treachery of life, yet I fear you have the ability to crush it. "

Shilpa's expression softens, and she urges, "Then let your heart guide mine to a place where I feel safe. Only from there can I answer what you want to know. My confidence lies in your kindness. Our love has always been about a leap of faith. Take it."

Their temples were touching together while she spoke, eyes on eyes, noses brushing, each inhaling the other's breath, her hair sheltering both of their dismay. 

Ashish replies calmly, "For you, it may be a leap of faith cause you are married to someone else and afraid that I might betray you. But in the past few days, the time I spent with you has made me appraised of my role in our relationship, and for that, you made me unlearn everything I knew about love. Love is a decision. Emotions will come and go. I might get angry like I did a while ago, and you might feel hurt again in the future. Wayforward, We can not rely solely upon emotions. Love is a decision to take up the responsibilities of a set of commitments that time will test, and I have decided to take care of you, spend my life with you, and make your woes mine. I intend to keep these promises. Please let me."

Love is a word, and two lovers have given meaning to it according to their feelings.

Ships cup his face with her delicate fingers and whispers, "I am at war with myself. Help me win this war, convince me that I am not in love with a deception.No more detour of silly anger. Walk on the needed path regardless of how other ways tempt you to reconsider. The correct path to strengthen our union is trust, Ashish. Take the path paved with trust and make love to me. Take me to the island where I feel safe, from where I can apprise you about the arcane secrets you seek to know about my life and myself."

 Ashish grabs her nape, and his words rustle on her lips, "Lit up that path. I am lost in the haze of your riddles." 

Shilpa looks at the washroom door from the corner of her eyes and asks him in a lovely voice with a winsome look on her face, "Take me to the other room and convince me that your heart is not filled with hatred towards me. Make me feel that a false hope did not ambush me with a passionate kiss out of the blue, turning my life upside down....convince me that it is indeed my destiny that stole my heart away."

Ashish obliges, almost hypnotized by her endearing countenance, and puts a hand below her neck and another under her knees, preparing to carry her to the adjacent room, Deepti's cabin. He reckons that his gorgeous paramour must be craving privacy for such intimacy and wants to avoid Mahesh altogether during lovemaking.

He was almost hypnotized, not entirely. Shilpa giggles as Ashish scoops her up, and her eyes automatically scuttle towards the washroom door again as if she has committed a blunder by giggling. Then, finally, Ashish notices what he has been witnessing for a while- his lovely beloved cannot help but repeatedly check the washroom door with nervous eyes. She has been doing it for a time now. He assumed Shilpa was doing it out of embarrassment. But this time, his intuition offers him another explanation.

Enteric Nervous system.

Something in that look made Ashish's intuition immediately connect the dots, and his instincts put him on high alert by informing him *She is Mahesh's wife. She must be. That explains all the puzzles.*

Ashish's facial muscles do not even flinch at this realization. It was a multivariant equation that got solved by his intuition before his conscious mind could comprehend how his instincts did it. The first component of that equation is Him bullying Mahesh, and the penultimate one is Mahesh begging him not to fuck her a while ago.
The actual equation is much longer and has many more components derived from the events that occurred and words that have been spoken in the past few days.

Enteric Nervous system, aka gut feeling. Our Brain isn't the only zone where thinking takes place.The enteric nervous system connects the Brain with the stomach with millions of neurons. These highways of neurons, known as the Brain-gut axis, transport many hormones. In fact, 90 % of serotonin comes from the stomach.
In short, the old saying of gut instinct isn't really false or a superstition.

"I need to switch off my phone." Ashish kisses her head smiling, "I can't be distracted when I am properly apologizing to you." his voice is surprisingly calm.
"Ok." Shilpa rubs her nose on the hollow of his throat, gladdened by his devotion towards her. Ashish puts Shilpa down on the couch and takes his hands off her body. His mind is racing. 

Shilpa quickly kisses his lips before he leaves her side and smiles at him densely. Ashish wants confirmation, and he knows exactly where he will get it.
Next, Ashish took the phone from the couch and walked to his executive desk. He puts the phone inside the drawer, and while hidden behind the large desk, his hands check the wallet he had taken from Mahesh the other day. His hunch was correct. There was enough evidence inside Mahesh's wallet that proves Shilpa indeed is his wife.

"Coco Chanel." Ashish mutters. Ashish lives and breathes in the business world and draws examples from there.



Shilpa was watching Ashish. She loves to skim his magnificent sculpture. 

She cannot help but think about how their babies will look. She has been thinking about it very often now. They both know she was ovulating yesterday; surprisingly, Ashish does not tease her about it, and he teases her about everything. Right now, she indulges in one such daydream biting her lips bolstered by the words Ashish told her a while ago.

But when Ashish looks up, shoving the drawer, Shilpa shivers, noticing the sudden shift in his appearance.

 *Something has changed.* Her inner self fearfully alerts her.

He is not looking at her like a few moments ago. A few seconds ago, he was looking at her with puppy eyes. Shilpa knew she had him under her charm. But she can sense the spell is broken.
His face is inscrutable now, eyes penetrating, and once again, he looks entirely male, shedding the boyish aura he was wearing a while ago.

*He knows who I am. He knows Mahesh is my husband* Shilpa gulps at the actualization.

Women are the more sensitive sex. Women can read human emotions better than men, and Shilpa can sense Ashish knows her secret. Women are the more sensitive sex due to the mother-child dyad. 
A human child can't speak after birth, and it is utterly defenseless. It can't articulate its needs properly during the first 10-12 months after it comes to Earth. A mother must intuitively pick up her child's needs just by looking at her child. Thus women chose to invest more in developing emotional sensitivity during evolution, and that sensitivity became an innate part of femininity regardless of whether a female has attained motherhood in her lifetime.

Many other mammalian females share this mother-child dyad, a chemical process that starts before giving birth and completely seizes the Brain through reward centers in PFC after Postpartum. Masculinity or society did not entirely shape femininity; a majority of feminine nature evolved cause of children. 

Empathy is part of human's innate morality, and empathy was primarily evolved for parenting and mutual cooperation. Human's innate morality does not come from a place of cowardice or shame. Neither was it established cause some clever people said some wise things. It comes from within, and it is ancient.

If Human civilization is standing upon muscles, then empathy is what makes this civilization breathe.

[Devilmaycry]

CHAPTER 43 : SECOND LAW OF THERMODYNAMICS

PART 2.2 : Let There Be Light

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Ashish approaches her with his slow leoline stride as if he is looming towards his trapped hunt. Shilpa gulps, looking at his frame; lean and fierce, it radiates some kind of righteous authority. They both possess the ability to bedazzle each other and use it effectively whenever they want to overwhelm the other sexually. But, right now, Ashish is very subtle with his.


Shilpa inhales sharply as soon as he touches her face with his long fingers; her sex aches between her legs, swamped by his raw sexual energy and intent.

"We are staying here." His voice is emotionless and adamant. Shilpa knows why he is doing this. 

She analyzes keeping her calm in a state of panic ***Mahesh is too familiar. He is no random stranger like the saleswoman at the mall to spice up our sexplay. Ashish would not risk my dignity and his reputation like this. He knows Mahesh is my husband and his reputation is at stake here, not Ashish's.***

Shilpa warns Ashish with an oddly intense look in her eyes but still speaking in riddles, "Man's inhumanity to man is as old as humanity itself and a well-documented subject, Ashish... but it needs an excuse. A human can not live his life knowing he is the villain. It is a too terrible burden of guilt to bear. He needs a reason to justify the horrible things he wants to do to another human. He needs to convince himself that he is doing the right thing; by the looks of it, I think you have found your reasons. But the sad truth is we want to hurt each other without any reason and are always searching for a valid excuse."

While she was talking, sitting on the couch, Ashish placed himself beside her.

He leans forward, eyes sparkling with firm intent. His left-hand touches the dip of her naked back around her waist, and Shilpa quiver, but she forces herself to maintain eye contact swallowing her nerves.
 She waits for his verbal response, but he is busy painting murals around her spine, gazing up his fingers along her silken skin, raising goosebumps as they travel, making her shiver, compelling her to draw her body closer to his, guided by his velvety touch, all the while looking at her twitching face.

When he started drawing the mural, her brown eyes were blazing like a sun at midday, but as he brushed along her spine using it as his canvas, he brought twilight to her eyes, making her eyelids slowly drop as she melted away. The inevitable sunset followed, and she closed her eyes, mewling in sensual sensation, feeling his nails scratching upwards.
 Young evening sits on the lap of dusk, and she becomes a moaning erotica. By the time he finished his lazy mural, Midnight had conquered her world, and the frightening nocturnal desires came out howling at that hour. 

In that darkness, she finds her breasts pressing against his virile chest for warmth, for security, fearing the howling of beasts inside her.

"Here." her lover's voice hits her ears like an enchanting spell, summoning a moon in the dark sky of her midnight mind illuminating her inner world as he touches a spot over her neck, and Shilpa whimpers parting her lips, fluttering like a white butterfly in the darkness, bathed in the soothing moonlight, "unhaan..." 

He leans closer, gently waving the hair away from her shoulders, and kisses the spot on her neck. 

Shilpa's open mouth gasps in sensation; she embraces his body, sliding her hands under his arms, squashing her tits over his toned torso while feeling his lips over her neck.
"Your amygdala is hijacking your prefrontal cortex, making you live in fear." his teeth rake over that spot, eliciting a cute moan from her, "It is positioned here." 

Shilpa squeaks in bliss, her jaw slacks open, feeling her lover's lips masterfully planting kisses along the erogenous zones of her neck as he softly speaks in between the smooching sounds, "From the totalitarian government of China to the consumerism of the west to the politicians, all around the world to the addictive social media all are trying to manipulate that particular region."

Shilpa puts her palm on her mouth, muffling her moan as her lover sucks the pulses from her neck. She gets frustrated when he disconnects his lips to speak and yields to him with encouraging whimpers when he reconnects to her elevated pulsation along her neck," Sadly, it is closer to our spinal cord and thus easier to hack as the information passes through it first. I know it cause I am a Capitalist to the core and make money by targeting the amygdala of people. I can't let yours be influenced intimately by some other person. It is mine to torture."

Shilpa pulls away, resisting his seduction.

Her face is contorted with emotion, and she pleads, "He(Mahesh) will never forgive you for this." Her voice trembled, and her eyes darted towards the washroom, but she did not mention who this 'he' was.

Her lover's rigid tone lets her know, "I am not looking for his(Mahesh) forgiveness. I am asking for yours for my earlier behavior." He does not mention who this 'he' is either.

Shilpa closes her eyes, and a teardrop escapes her eyelid, knowing she has to meet him halfway as their love is also a compromise, and whispers, "Worship me then."

At the start of a romantic relationship in this current culture, a man looks at a woman's past, and a woman looks at a man's future. Ashish sees Shilpa as a woman who has suffered for her husband's recklessness, and Shilpa sees the sun of her husband's future is about to set, but her lover's rising as the conspiracy plot has completely fallen apart.

"No.... let's mutually worship each other." his unshakeable tone pledges his fealty but adds a clause of his own, and his lips come down to kiss her closed eyes, wiping her worries.

"Ok," Shilpa murmurs sagely, staring into his eyes, and her anxious mind drifts to a new thought *The door is too thin*

His gaze drops, and she follows his eyes which have fallen on her breasts. Her nipples wink at him, flirting with her lover without her consent. 

She gasps at their behavior, but those hard stubs are rebellious. Ashish funds that rebellion by moving his head downwards, closer to her left nipple, and starts to blow hot air on it and he starts whistling a song -"Are are are yeh kaya hua.' Just the tune, not the lyrics.

"Fuckkk.." Shilpa curses under her breath, shocked by his shamelessness, and her body convulses.

Ashish says nothing and continues blowing on her nipple like cooling a cup of coffee before taking a latte of creamy tits, but the effect is adverse and desired; the temperature only grew.

Shilpa folds her elbows backward against her upper arms, her fingers clutch her shoulder, and rests those folded arms beside her tits, cramming those malleable orbs together, trying to close that 'inch'-the inch between her lover's lip and her sizzling teat.

"Greedy. Let's change the tune," he chuckles and pulls his neck upward, moving away from her breasts, maintaining that inch, and resuming his blowing cum whistling. This time he chooses the tune from Fanaa-'Chand Sifarish.'

Her hip buckles in sensation, an inch shy of bliss, and a warning comes from inside *The door is too thin*

Her nipples grow taunter against his hot breath, spring visits them, making them bloom, yet they shiver in the embrace of winter, and summer take over Shilpa's entire body, the lamentation of autumn echoes in her low whimpers, monsoon drip between her twitching thighs. 

"Let's bring some Southern spice. A great fan of Allu Arjun. So here it goes."

He changes the whistling tune -'nammavemo gani, andaala yuvarani' and halts to tell, "Catchy tune, huh?" and resumes tormenting her, making her squirm on the couch.

He breathes on her erect nipple, and she holds her breath as her body tenses up. He whistles on her areola, and she creams her panty. He played the tunes, and her body danced to them, humming her own.

 She pulls her belly inside, catching her lips between her teeth, puffing up her chest outwards, desperate to meet his lips without being so obvious.

"Why so scared? Come closer. I can also play the entire 'Dollar trilogy' tunes if rugged western is what makes you weak in the knees." Ashish urges her in a playful voice and whistles out some Ennio Morricone.

Shilpa could not. She isn't ashamed cause she is having an adulterous affair. Shilpa does not consider being in love a shameful thing. She is ashamed cause she is doing it while her husband is nearby.
***He said he wants to spend his life with me. But will he loathe me in the future for letting him have me when my husband is near me?***

Ashish lets his tongue out and gives her stub a long lick looking into her eyes from below.Shilpa jerks, and Ashish titers watching her dismay.

*The door is too thin* So does the wall of her resistance.

"Why do you cheat, Mrs.Dixit" Ashish resumes flickering her nipple staring at her from below.

Her hourglass body shivers, but the sand in the hourglass has stopped flowing; time stands still for her as she answers in a shallow pitch, but she does not let her gaze falter, answering this crucial query, "To be with you, only with you."

Ashish withdraws his tongue from her moistened pebble and responds, "So why are you afraid? It's a paradox, Mrs.Dixit. To be with me, you have to cheat, and I will make you cheat over and over and over and over ...."

Shilpa swallows hard. Her pussy squirmed, listening to how he pronounced the word 'over' with long syllables, taking his sweet time.

She stutters, "Does it...does it nee...do we need to do that when he(Mahesh) is here?"

Initially, it was just a naughty thought- the thought of getting dirty with her husband's bully boss. It was sleazy to explore it at the beginning of their raunchy affair. 
It felt sexier than hell to have sex with Ashish in the car when she made Ashish imagine she was the wife of Mahesh.

But now, when she is about to live that fantasy by staying some meters away from her husband, it scares the hell out of her. Now she truly understands the gravity of the situation and its consequences.
What will her future husband think about her character if she lets him have her in front of her current husband?

Nobody knew, not even Shilpa herself, when the kink of cucking Mahesh originated in her head that she would fall head over heels for Ashish.

"I will not judge you, I promise. You have been asking for this from the very beginning. Now I want this. You can blame it all on me and keep your conscience clear." Ashish assures her.

Shilpa has been begging him to cuck her husband from the beginning just cause these two men hated each other.

Ashish straightens up.

Shilpa groans in frustration as he moves away. Staying apart from him is a pain for her.

Ashish does not tease her, seeing her visible yearning for his touch.

He touches her face, and Shilpa quivers, resting it on his palm, "Embrace the sins, Mrs.Dixit. Drown in it. Soak yourself. Let me corrupt you and let that pulsating wild rose between your legs spread its wicked fragrance, let its petals carry the dew of our passion until you become an innocent sensation only, a rubicund pigment of our darkest desires."

Shilpa rubs her thighs together, listening to his baritone but laments in fear of judgment from him, "There are three kinds of trials a person has to go through. Trial by law, trial by society, and trial by morality. We will not win in any of those courts."

 Adultery is not a crime in our country as per law but putting one's spouse through repeated mental torture during adultery is a punishable offense.

"I can understand the trial by law, but I am pretty sure it will not come to that, and you know it." Ashish indicates he knows much more about their criminal plot than she realizes.

Shilpa gulps but does not say anything.

Ashish continues caressing her cheekbone, "I don't care about society's opinion about my sexual affairs, and I don't feel guilty about what I am doing, so it is not immoral as per my individual morality."

Shilpa scrutinizes his face for a while, "You should care about what people think. Only a megalomaniac will ignore 'The wisdom of the crowd'; it is a powerful force in its own right. And Purity is part of our innate morality."

Ashish runs his finger on her trembling lips, watching her mewl sensually, partly closing her eyes. "Purity is conservative thinking, and I am not one. The sinister game that has been played without my knowledge since I met you is being played by the rule of the jungle. The players will not face societal, legal, or moral trials...instead, they will face the jungle law."
Shilpa counsels him crunching her face, "You can't separate a character from that person's actions."

Ashish nods sagely," Depends on the action and intentions behind the action, and all of you who played this game have different purposes. You all have made your moves and consider my 'next action' my first move. Actually, second."

Ashish lunged forward and ambushed her anxious lips with a fierce kiss grabbing her swan-like neck, consuming her pout with his famished lips.

Shilpa pulls her lips in shock; saliva bridges their lips, and huffs, "What have you done?"

Ashish smirks conspiratorially, "I am having your husband followed." and reconnects with her lips without breaking the saliva strings.

Shilpa gives in without any protest, and what his words could not express, he let his lips write that language onto hers. She deciphers that verse of love, her entire body pulses, and her lacy panty immediately dampens further. 
This is the first time she is being chased by the man she loves. That feeling of being pursued by the man she desires the most exhilarates her. Every other sexual encounter they had, she was the one who chased him.

Craning her neck, she accepts his offering lingering the kiss. Their tongues tangle with each other, and their skin communicates. She moans, and he owns those moans. She becomes breathless, and he pumps life into her mouth.

"Does it feel like doing the wrong thing?" He murmurs on her lips.

She sobs, "No.." her fear and inhibitions get consumed by the emotions she feels right now; she loves being desired by him this way.

He breaks the kiss and intensely expresses, "I love you, Shilpa. You know that, right?"

She had been dying to hear that from him, and her mind shattered. She confesses, crying, "Oh god, I love you so much..it hurts..it hur.."

He did not let her finish; he closed her quivering lips and nourished the sweet wounds her feelings for him caused her.

She hums inside his mouth, her tears of surrender soak their faces, and she becomes a tangled mess of happiness inside the embrace of the man she desires.

She ended the kiss until she could not take it anymore. He let her lips go leaving her wanton and yearning for more. His piercing eyes gaze into her soul through the glassy shimmer of her willing eyes and mesh with her lips with a fleeting kiss forming an eclipse. He is darkness, and she is the light.

"You are mine," He whispers, and she obliges, taking vulnerable breaths, "I am yours...oh god... I want to be yours."

They connect again, and the eclipse experiences a fortnight. Their moon of kiss changes its phases without any order as they duel with their tongue inside until his darkness overpowers her light. She gets lost, leaking badly from her soppy cunt, closing her eyes, leaning onto his body like a flower yeans for the sun, and like the sun, he was always there, keeping her aroused, shivering body warm.

*The door is too thin*
She isn't wrong. The private executive washroom's entrance is fragile compared to all the elegant furniture in this office room. She can hear the sounds of falling water coming from inside it. Courtesy of a greedy contractor.

"You are my happy song, and I want to hear it." Ashish pushes her body, and she gradually lays on the couch.

From below, her voice floats to him, "Then I have to be a lament for someone else."

"So become both then. Every connection is a disconnection." her lover responds.

Shilpa closes her eyes; she can feel her caged desire flapping like an imprisoned bird right now; it wants to be free, and she wants to be free.
She is ready to leave her marriage.

She wants Mahesh to hearken to the tunes trapped within her and about to be unleashed inside these four walls by none other than his tormentor. Shilpa is ready to compose the requiem of the romantic feelings Mahesh still has for her by producing high notes during coupling with her chosen tunesmith-her husband's archenemy, and repel her husband away from her with the power of obscene lyricism. 
She wants her husband to cringe even at the thought of touching her after the mating song with her lover gets descanted. That melody of infidelity must shriek in her husband's ears, haunting his memory with that sordid cacophony, creeping inside his sanity until Mahesh can't take it anymore and grievously begin to consider divorcing her instead of pursuing her. 
She wants liberation from her marital bonds by using her husband's nemesis as the symphonist to compose that melancholic piece for her husband, which must manifestly apprise Mahesh that she has become a deafening raga to silence the roar of his masculinity in society and any attempt from him to win his screeching wife back from the grasp of his archfoe is not only irrational but also fruitless. She wants Mahesh to forget about her and move on.


Ashish was watching her almost naked body. She is stunning and got a tall figure. He always likes tall women. Talking to a woman below a certain height always felt awkward to him. It is too much work to constantly look below. Tall, pretty face, small waist, and big banks. That's how he likes them. That's what she is and some more.

*Much more* His heart informs him.

His enemy's wife lying right in front of him after professing her love for him, Just a few away from his scheming husband, and she can't grasp this is really going down, supple breasts swelled up in arousal, blushing of her cheeks spread to her chest in heat, awkwardly pressing her thighs together, too ashamed to expose her thoroughly drenched inner thighs, where she was sitting a while ago a wet patch has smeared the leather of that spot, nipples perked up, eyes veering between the washroom door to his body, face painted with arousal and various other emotions. Ashish drinks all of what is displayed in front of him with purposeful eyes.

"Come worship me." Shilpa tries to maintain some dignity by choosing her words carefully. Her voice shakes in excitement and nervousness. She urges her lover. She knows there is no point in stalling the inevitable, as her dominant lover will get what he wants. The agony of sharing equal power.

"I will, my Goddess, I will, but my own way. "He aligns his body over hers, informing her in a teasing tone to ease her up. 

"Your way...that works." Shilpa blushes hard. There is no easing her up; she has eroticized the situation with her conflicting thoughts and kinks. She can sense the perversity of the moment.

Ashish smooches her lips delicately. His lips were a touch of velvet on hers.

"This works, your Worshipness?" His laughing eyes are feasting on her sighing sighs.

"Got my mind on your body and your body on your mind
Got a taste for the cherry; I just need to take a bite." (Cool for the summer by Demi Lovato) .Shilpa sings softly.

"I hate pop songs, your highness." Ashish snickers.

"Good.A way to annoy you then, my subject." She teases him and entwines her lips with his.

 Shilpa moans and slips her tongue into his urging him to violate her mouth in the most sensual way possible. He obliged. Tongue on tongue, naked body, grinding against another naked body, two souls collide, silent truth is being spoken, nothing hidden. 

She was thoughtless as long as their lips stayed connected, they were gentle to each other, but the flames within them only got angrier. 
Her body becomes restless, and her heated sex is primed for exploration.
 
Ashish kisses her lips, and she cups his face closing her eyes. A musical moan escapes her open mouth. She responded as if her soul was aching from her lover's touch; her face held that image of her defenselessness.



Shilpa cranes her neck to graze her lips on the hollow of her lover's throat while his hand slowly chafes up her thighs, her radiant skin soft and warm.
"May I, Your grace?" Ashish taunts her again.

Shilpa nods; she is way beyond teasing now. Placing a hand on her mouth, she just nods again.

Ashish waits, and Shilpa whines from below her hand.

 Shilpa trembles in anticipation as her lover's fingers stop for a few seconds at the border of her soaked pretty lacy panties before pushing the material aside, exposing her swollen labia. She gasps. Her nipples crinkle at the delicate touch, and driblets of her arousal seep slowly, coating her lover's finger.

She softly moans against his neck, her hands caressing the side of his arms. She looks up, biting her lips, glimpsing the smolder in her lover's gaze as he witnesses her wantonness.

The door is too thin so does her wall of resistance.

Oscillating between decency and desire, she chooses desire.

Shilpa catches his wrist and takes those wet fingers of her lover upto her hearty lips. She ardently looks at him and puts his fingers inside her mouth to taste herself. Their eyes flicker together as she licks her own desire.

"How does it tastes," He asks, looking at her intensely.

"Like sin," her voice trembles.

Ashish envelopes her burning lips with his own, tasting the nectar and murmurs, "No. It tastes divine." and goes back dancing with her lips.

 She expected him to be rough, judging the way he was staring at her. But he is unexpectedly mild against her lips while tasting her liquid need from her pout. His silky kiss replenishes her body with a new surge of demands, and her sex clenches between her legs, her mind hazy as he pumps air into her breathless core.
 Shilpa moans inside his mouth as the intimacy lingers; her body squirms on the couch. Finally, he smiles at her gently, and she smiles back, blushing.

His soaking silken fingers trail down, greeting Shilpa's nipple with a gentle roll on their way down and settling around her deep navel. Ashish draws fingers over her stomach, watching her aroused exquisite face, caressing her hair with the other hand.

Shilpa's clit throbs; her womb feels empty; it is aching. Baby fever swallows her mind; the sweet dream of carrying his child in her womb fills her veins with unbridled happiness. 
His hand slides between her legs, and Shilpa immediately spreads her thighs.

Ashish grazes his finger gently over the thin fabric of her panty, sending a frisson that spreads across her entire body, raising goosebumps in its wake and making Shilpa emit a heated glow.

"Mmmphhh" a low mewl escapes her nervous lips, and guilt arises in her eyes.
"Let it out.be the lament. Let me hear the music trapped within you. I can feel the lyrics tattooed under your skin." He rouses her.
Shilpa hides her face, panting hard; right now, she is a lust-painted squirming mess with a head full of filthy thoughts and a dwindling fearful heart.

Ashish pushes the fabric against her moistened mound. The wet material grows darker, soaked by the fresh gush of nectar. Finally, Ashish presses the lace between her swollen pussy lips. Shilpa squirms and gasp in delight as the coarseness of the lace stimulate her pussy guided by the rubbing of her lover's finger.


The sound of her audible muffled moans flared up his body, replacing the coldness he felt while watching her and Mahesh together with warmth, with need, with a want to worship her, to satisfy her.
He rubs her fragrant, leaking sex, and soon a word keeps escaping from her mouth over and over. His name.

"Ashish..." and nothing makes him crave her more than when she takes his name with each gasp.

Ashish grabs her lace thong and unsheathes her voluminous apple bottom pulling it down. Her open sex greets him again with the scent of her arousal. She is dripping wet. 

Shilpa gasps a mewl as soon as her lover presses her clit, exposing her hood. Then, she parts her legs further, inviting him to devour her glistening pearl.

Their eyes are locked. Ashish travels below, sliding his body down, grazing against her skin, and never leaving her eyes.

Her ache is now turned into tingling inside her darkness of secret. Between her legs, her lover is breathing on her pulsating pearl, and his mind is ready to paint her wet canvas with his desires.

She gives in by placing her hands over his moving head and letting the moaning fill up the room, accompanying the aroma of sex in the air.

Her body becomes poetry in motion, but his tongue does not land in the same place twice following the essentiality of change poetry needs, and in turn, her moans behold different kinds of tunes attuned to the stokes of his tongue, the instrument with which he is playing her. 

His hands crawl up and grab her supple breasts. He greets those yearning lumps of masses with hard squeezes and pampers her nipples with tweaks in between.

 His tongue is his tool. It lapped and licked her heated sex. She moaned and thrashed.

 His teeth graze against her soft labia, and his tongue flickers her beating clit. She squirmed and whimpered.

He kissed her thigh, taking a break, and she dug her nails into the couch. His tongue is back on her gushing vulva, and she has resumed her whimpering. Shilpa grips her thighs and starts sliding her soaked pussy on her lover's tongue. Ashish holds his tongue still, and Shilpa brushes against it until she crumples, jerking her head, wailing in euphoria.

She is loud now.

 Ashish takes back the lead sawing his tongue between her freshly oozed pussy lips building another orgasm for her.

 His tongue is relentless against her clit, and her mind is a drunken haze. His fingers join, and blood continues to rush to her groin. He is wild, and she is a wet mess. Her tingling inside her spasming slit has become a throb. His mouth pulls and licks her clit. 
She drips and shudders. With each pulse, he savors all of her honeyed release that dribble out from her palpating core, and his two digits keep rolling inside her molten heat.

"If you are wearing heels, learn to point those in the right direction. The ceiling Mrs.Dixit." His voice is commanding now, and she follows his leadership without resistance.
He pushes her thighs higher, exposing her saturated pussy further, his mouth pressing against her opening, suckling her womanhood loudly, keeping her high heels pointed towards the ceiling. 

Shilpa's heart clamors, her pussy walls jostle, a volcanic heat rising from her deep. She wriggles in sensation, moaning hard, but he holds her tight against the couch.
"Ahhhhh gawwddd..... don't stop...oh my gawwddd...oh that feels so goood." She forgets her husband.

She choruses her ecstasy, and its taste is divine on Ashish's tongue. Shilpa soaks his mouth with orgasm, her mind ablaze, and his grip stay firm on her lifted thighs as long as the orgasm roared.

He isn't done. He wants more and extracts more. Shilpa pulls her legs towards her, shaking her thighs, watching her lover devouring her entire pussy with an insatiable hungry mouth, his stubble grazing against her softness, viscous arousal seeping between her ass cheeks.

Another orgasm pulses and surges inside her, and her pussy spasms. She screams his name again, exploding into a booming blast, clenching her ass cheeks, "Ohhh...yesss...You are making...me ..ahhhh...cummm again...."

 She soared in Eden, grounded only by sensation. Her mind spiraled, falling free, addled with pleasure. She became a feeling with her ecstatic release. She convulses wildly while being exposed and intoxicated. The ache inside her pussy is now dull. She feels his fingers entering her gasping slit. 

She grips the couch, letting her thighs go, her cries loudening, hips buckling, his fingers pumping her hard inside. 

She pussy squelch, and he makes her cum again. He does not give her any respite; his incessant fingers swivel for her magma. One orgasm transition to another, and wetness splatter on the couch, creating sprinkling puddles. 
Her voice rose to a crescendo, orgasms ebbed and flowed, mind floated to an ethereal plain, vision cloudy as her lover made her rain, and from the waist, her body arched like a rainbow bearing every shade of chromatic red.

He empties her pussy, lungs, mind, and brain. He reaches over her face when she is nothing but a writhing lump of mass and pushes his sticky fingers inside her 'O' face.

He says in a demanding tone, "Lick it dry and tell me how it tastes."

She obeys, suckling on his beefy fingers, wearing a look of gratitude on her face, and mumbles, "Divine."

He caresses her dampened sweat sheen face and runs his eyes over her convulsing ripe body. She can't feel a single muscle, her vulva still spasming in aftershock, her thighs twitching involuntarily.

He enveloped her wanton lips, shutting down whatever senses she had left.

'Mmmmmmm..ummmmmm..."She moans under his persuasive lips.

He declares,"No.it tastes like sin." and wipes the fluids on her wavering tits, marring them with the aroma of their lust while feeling her drumming heartbeat underneath.
Shilpa squeaks in a droopy voice looking away in shame but moans afterward, enjoying the pressure of his crushing palm on her subjugated opulent milks,"Oh shittt...ufffff.."

Nowhere to hide, her gaze falls on the thin door behind which her husband is captivated by her lover.

Ashish closely watches her struggle and proclaims, "First, I am gonna fuck your soul, then your body, then your marriage, and then I will make a wife out of you for myself. A wife to slutwife to hotwife to wife again."

Shilpa skimmed at his determined face from under her heavy eyelids; her body wanted him inside her carnal heat and at that moment listening to him, she knew that her marriage was over. Her lover is never legging her go, and she does not want to.

She kisses his veiny forearm and utters lovingly, closing her eyes; her pussy feels so good right now after so many releases and pliantly demands, "Whateva !!! I want ...Mmmmm.. *still moaning*...I want you to propose to me properly..then I will think about marrying you."

Those words and that contended face made Ashish extremely angry at Mahesh, remembering Shilpa was ra**ped by another man whom she did not like and was mentally broken after that, bearing his assault all over her flesh.

He can't let the man get away whose plan caused the woman he loves such pain.

*What was he blind? Can't he see the extreme sadness she had to endure day after day? What kind of husband was he?*

"Excuse me. I need to bring a towel. You make quite a mess, and I love it." Ashish withdraws his hand from Shilpa's grasp.

Shilpa's eyes flung open immediately. She can distinguish the hidden flow of loathing in his voice. She loved his voice from the moment she met him and has memorized every undertone those sexy vocal cords have produced so far.

"Don't, he is dangerous" She clutches his arm fearfully. Shilpa still does not know what plans Mahesh has hatched to ruin Ashish.

"So am I," Ashish jerks away from her, freeing his hand, and gets out of his boxer.

Swinging his titanic manhood, he moves towards the washroom door and knocks on it, "Mahesh. Open the door."

Shilpa's lungs are about to jump out of her throat as she watches her angry lover's drool-worthy body disappear, wearing the aroma of her sex inside the washroom boasting his mammoth appendage.

Shilpa hisses, but nobody is there to hear, "Shit!!! Stupid men !!!!"

Her biological clock is ticking, and Ashish's financial clock is set. The only problem is her husband, who is hellbent on ruining her lover, and after the vocal show she put on, possibly her as well.

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"Are you taking your medications?" Dr.Parveen asks again; a while ago, Rahul shunned her when she asked him about that.

"Yes." Rahul reluctantly lies.

"I am adding Olanzapine with Veniz XR and Nexito plus." Dr.Parveen writes the medicines down on the prescription.(drugs mentioned in Chap 26)

"I am not gonna fucking take Olanzapine..I will not..It makes me hungry all the time." Rahul complains.

"Well, it targets your gut, and your gut supplies Serotonin which is essential for fighting depression." Dr.Parveen explains.

"Oh, doc, please...Your precious Seretonion imbalance theory has been debunked. Don't you read your journals anymore? You capitalist money-hungry fuckers have been selling poisons for decades, making billions based on a false theory. Tell me, doc, be truthful, how much of hokum psychiatry is? What other nonsense psychology preaches?" Rahul pours out his anger on Parveen due to the severe personal problems he is facing right now regarding the conspiracy plot Mahesh and Shilpa have woven around Ashish.

"Rahul, you are no expert. Reading two pages of Wikipedia does not make you an expert." Dr.Parveen presses her lips.

Rahul did not stop" You doctors are just glorified licensed salesclerks for your Capitalist masters...I mean, look around your own house. How many of these things did you buy with your own money? Sun, Cipla, Abbott, Reddy....you people are just whores of these companies. Big Pharma shower you with expensive gifts, and you people fool us...Medical association is just an organized mafia sucking the dick of Drug dealers......."

"Shut up..shut the fuck up...next time, bring your parents." Dr.Parveen bursts out. She had reached her tolerance, "You aren't taking any medications, are you?"

"That's it. People like you control others by yelling, subjugating, and using force. You Alpha types...the cruel people like my father...that's how you stay in power." Rahul throws another series of a tantrum.

"I am not like your father. I need someone from your family when you are getting prescribed these drugs. You are not yourself." Dr.Parveen sternly states.

Rahul mellows it down, knowing he can't bring Mahesh or Shilpa to meet Parveen, "I wish someone protected me from Mahesh when I was young. I think women like this kind of man. Tough, angry who can rule their family with an iron fist, The Alpha men. Otherwise, why do two beautiful women like my mother and Shilpa fall for Mahesh?" he sighs, "The sad truth is that kind of brutish men are Alpha, and they will always rule no matter what."

"Hold on a second. Who told you this kind of man is Alpha?" Dr.Parveen squints her eyes.

"Everyone knows what an Alpha is. They are the kings cause they instill fear in others." Rahul shrugs.

"Are you consuming too much social media, Rahul?" Dr.Parveen raises an eyebrow.

"Can't avoid" He snickers but notices the feminist doctor is not happy with the term 'Alpha male.' It amuses him, "So who is the Alpha?"

"You are defining bullies as Alpha. There is a difference between a Bully and an Alpha. The term Alpha was unintentionally popularized by primatologist Frans de Waal, who studied chimpanzees. Like them, we are primates and share a common ancestor. People twisted what he found and......"

Rahul laughs in the middle, "Come on, doc. Don't you think the theory of evolution is laughable ..I mean, what proof do you got? Giraffes needed to be tall, and they grew tall just cause they desired to be tall?.. Come on, the theory of evolution is ridiculous."

Dr.Parveen thoughtfully says, "So you believe in the Second law of thermodynamics, that means you believe in the big bang, and you don't believe in the theory of evolution?"
Rahul is smiling, "I believe in the big bang 'cause you can seeeeee big bang with your eyes as light is traveling from past ...well not the actual occurring, we can observe through telescopes the state of the universe couple of billion years after the big bang, the gaseous cloud. We can't see the actual big bang as in the initial phase there was no light......"

Dr.Parveen chimes in, "Ok, I get it. You believe it cause there is visual proof. Rahul once people believed Earth was flat......"

Rahul again interrupts her, "Earth is sort of round, but Space is flat. People were onto something, you know."
Dr.Parveen confusingly asks, "What?"
Rahul let it go; he is not interested in explaining quantum physics to an out-of-touch psychiatrist, "Nevermind..carry on with your chimpanzee talk."

Dr.Parveen took it upon her ego, "Just a second. You are wrong if you say everything was created by God or gods. Religion is for the soul."

Rahul leans forward and protests, "Don't go there!!!  T=0 is the big bang, the starting time of the universe. The domain of Science can only explain and deal with things that came after T>0, but God is a concept for T<0.... please don't try to explain God with your theory of evolution when Science has no concrete idea of what was there before the entire creation, which is T<0. So keep your theories locked on Chimpanzees and whatnot."

Dr.Parveen does not argue back as it is Russell's teapot situation.

"Alright, So I was saying. The qualities you describe as Alphaness are the qualities of a bully. Getting to the top and staying at the top are different things. Frans de Gaal observed this in the chimp society, which is akin to human society to a degree as we had a common ancestor. The idea the biggest or cruelest or baddest Chimpanzee will rule and everyone will just accept is absolutely false."

Rahul frowns, "Why not? People follow power."

Dr.Parveen nods her head in disagreement," An Alpha will be nominated as Alpha type by female admirers and physically weaker male chimps but whether he should stay Alpha after gaining power is entirely dependent on other chimp males and mothers. The tyrannical Alpha does not rule for long. He will be abandoned by his entire clan or killed and torn into pieces on a bad day by two other males who are fed up with his cruelty. Your father, Mahesh, If he was beating you up daily, he was doing something similar to someone else or many others to remain in control. If that is true, sooner or later, there will be retaliation."

That interests Rahul very much, and he reckons **Two people, him and Ashish, were fed up with Mahesh's behavior towards themselves and finally decided to protest back, thinking enough was enough.**

Rahul asks, "Then who rules as an Alpha? "

Dr.Parveen answers his query, "Well, Frans de Waal noticed the longest ruling Alpha among chimps had a network of bribery and ruled for 12 years. He did not need to be cruel. You can see why bribing works in human society. Another most loved Alpha, Amos, was strong and handsome but never used force. He mentored the young chimps. Mentoring and guiding are expected of an Alpha. Look at the Indian team, Dravid and Ganguly; these captains were great mentors. Do they even remotely look like the bullies you consider, Alpha?"

Rahul sighs, thinking clearly she got a thing for Indian Captains. Cricket never interested him much, but he gets what she is saying. He loves football. He loves Messi and Ronaldo, but they are not his favorite player. Johan Cruyff is.

 Dr.Parveen talks about two Chimp Alphas, Frodo and Freud, while Rahul thinks inside his head **Johan Cruyff. A philosopher, a perfect manipulator, a mentor, and a realist who completely changed the game of football despite living under the shadow of the great Franz Beckenbauer in the early days.***

 Beckenbauer is another of his favorites. The inventor of the now obsolete defensive-midfielder position, all the glory of controlling the attack without losing the toughness of defense, a Sweeper.
That is exactly how he played Ashish, Shilpa, and Mahesh.Mix and matching Beckenbauer and Cruyff. He was a Sweeper who knew how to perform the evasive 'Cruyff turn.'

He smiles, thinking of one of Cruyff's quotes *When you play a match, it is statistically proven that players actually have the ball 3 minutes on average … So, the most important thing is: what do you do during those 87 minutes when you do not have the ball. That is what determines whether you're a good player or not.*

He fucked Shilpa for only some hours, but the considerable time he spent beforehand to make those hours of bliss possible was more important.

Dr.Parveen was still speaking, "The females cared for Amos when he was old, and the new Alphas respected him. The Alphas that rule longer are the one who supports underdogs and breaks up fights among mothers who quarrel over food for their children. Look at the Indian captain like M.S. Dhoni. Initially, his challenge was to maintain peace among the star players of the Indian team. He knew how to manage big egos."

The Counselling session continued, and Rahul listened intently.

When it was over, Rahul was about to head out.

Dr.Parveen said, "Rahul, if the Second of thermodynamics is really bothering you, then there is a short story by sci-fi writer Issac Asimov- 'The last question'. I will not spoil it, but it ended on an optimistic note. The final line of the story was 'Let there be light.'"

Rahul smiled, "And then God said, 'Let there be light.' Nice...better than shadow."

Rahul has chosen a side by the end of his counseling session *Whatever Ashish is, he can't win against inspector Indra. Indra's father-in-law is a DIG. Ashish can't beat the law, and inspector Indra is on the side of Mahesh. Their victory is inevitable*

He recalls another quote of Cruyff *Football is a game of mistakes. Whoever makes the fewest wins*


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[Arul Pragasam]

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[vishuvanathan]

Riveting update. The love is getting strong and strong.

[Bigil]

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[Rangushki]

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[fuckandforget]

You are top class writer. I read the story multiple times.