Adultery MONSTER

[ArbazMir]

Another marvelous update.
This time we got hint about past of Aditya but waiting for next update

[savana1983]

I really enjoyed while reading every single line of ur write up.Plz keep posting regular updates.

[ArbazMir]

Waiting for next update

[WILDLILAC]

                                                                                         Nisha                            
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A couple of hours after the quirky moments I spent with my new phoney Husband, I am busy doing a photoshoot with my cousin-sisters and friends. All of us are adults here.

It is the last chance for the girls of my posse to take advantage of the professional photographer. 

He wanted natural sunlight, so the photo shoot is taking place on the balcony, and we are treating him worse than a slave. He is obeying our every demand.

I am wearing a navy blue silk Anarkali suit and a wine-coloured dupatta.

We all got goggles on our faces, making a 'V' sign with our fingers and sticking our tongues out, showing off our sassy attitudes. It was a girl-only photo shoot, and we were enjoying our freedom.

Then I see him. Aditya, my Husband. I am still angry at him cause he unnecessarily made me cry at dawn. 

I immediately break my pose, and everyone, including the photographer, curiously begins to search the 'WHY' behind my sudden bumbling. It was a 'why' and a 'who'.

"Ladies, can I borrow my lovely wife for a post-wedding photoshoot?" His voice is like silk sliding over a glass, and his manner is respectful towards my entourage of girls.

I roll my eyes behind my black shade !!! If only these girls knew this superficial charm is just a well-practised act. He is a sadistic monster who likes to make women cry. 

He is like the pink monkey and knows he is the pink monkey but has taught himself how to stay in disguise among the brown monkeys by mimicking their actions so that they don't kick him out.

I must say he is very good at it. My posse of girls giggle shyly at his request, and they clear the area by staying at a distance. Some start to tease us with harmless remarks.

Aditya comes beside me, sauntering in brown leather shoes. He is wearing a navy blue shirt and dark formal trousers.

I snide at him, whispering, "You wore this navy blue shirt on purpose, did not you?"

Aditya matches it with a quip," Yes. I wanted to match the colour of our dresses to make you mad. Mission successful !! Your parents were heckling me for a photo shoot with you. They desperately want me to like you. They know what they did, don't they?"

Eventually, he flashed his signature grin, taunting my family and me for deceiving him.

I look with the corner of my eyes that my posse of girls is drooling over that.

 This is a huge red flag. My Husband is a monster, but he is also a hottie. Yeah. Regretfully I must admit that he is handsome, young, and notoriously flirty. I have to spend atleast 5-6 months with this person before reuniting with my Rocky...my boyfriend.

This scares me. It should not, but it does after I shared that awkward intimate moment with him while marking his back to hurt him. 

"Behave yourself during the photoshoot.", I warn him reminding him there are people present.

He smirks, "I will try, but there is no guarantee."

Oh god!!! This type of man -Rocky, Aditya they should not be doing an arranged marriage. They should do a love marriage.

Unfortunately, to my utter astonishment, he behaved, but I did not.

"Take off your sunglass Madam. You are about to create the memory of a lifetime, and eye contact necessary for that." The photographer suggests.

Will this man shut up !!! I am dying here of embarrassment. Each intimate moment I spend with my Husband becomes a slashing wound to my love life with Rocky. 

Aditya took the shade off my eyes and put the sunglass in his pocket. The look he wore while doing so was as if he was undressing me smoothly. If eyes are the soul's window, he was disrobing my soul.

The photographer instructs, "Hold each other's hand and look into each other's eyes."

We did. Again we are intimate. The Sexual tension returns as soon as we touch our fingers. I feel the jolt. The swell of my supple bust touches his expansive chest, and a shockwave runs through my system.

I am a dancer, and getting intimate with other males like this isn't uncommon for me. I am habituated to this. I did this for 4 straight years and never cheated on Rocky, but this unshakeable chemistry between Aditya and me scares me. This is different.

Good!!! He also smells nice. Yeah, this is a nightmare inside a nightmare.

The windy photographer praises us, "I am getting lovely stills of the intensity of passion between you two."

Seriously !!! He sounds more like a failed novelist than a photographer right now.

Aditya is looking intensely at me. If my Rocky got the blessings of his voice, Aditya, my Husband, got the gifts of his eyes.

 He got one of those gazes that make the world disappear around you and make you feel that you are the most important person.

 The longer I let eye contact linger, the longer I feel I am the only person living in the entire universe.

"Hey", Aditya nudges me, and I return to earth.

He grins, "Behave." apparently, the photographer instructed us to give the next pose.

"Oh, sorry !!!" I smile shyly. My retinue of girls is giggling at my reaction and whispering god knows what kind of dirty stuff in each other's ears.

"That's perfect. Sir, peek into your wife's soul. Mam, please look away and maintain the shyness on your face. Hold each other's hand. The sign of a lifetime bond," The photographer suggests with a flop novelist's vocab.

Nice!!! He is giving live commentary now!!!-I thought.

The only good thing is that I did not have to act. I am a rosy, trembling mess. I can't think straight now. 

"Where did you find this tool of a photographer?" I ask Aditya, keeping my voice low.

"honey !!" Aditya calls me.

The photographer was checking his clicks.

"What?" I found my voice weak. It was not a call.

"Your eyes are like translucent honey." Aditya looked at me with amazement, "In the centre of your honeyed lakes are the reflection of full eclipsed dark moons. You are 'honeymoon'." He laughs at his own description

The sunlight on my dark brown eyes has given them a honeyed iridescence, and my dilated pupils gawk at my Husband's charming grin.

"You are not supposed to talk to me like that," I warn him hissing.

"Ok next pose...Hold Madam like she is your guitar." The photographer suggests.

The posse laughs, and someone tells him, "Bhiya ji, you are gonna die alone if that is how you talk to women."

The photographer got a thick skin. They hear a lot of rude remarks like that.

Aditya put a firm hand around my waist and another on my right shoulder from the back side. I bend backwards, sloping my body while encasing his rippling arm for support.

"You are my guitar now. Will you scream the good kind of scream when I am going to play you?" Aditya looks at me from above and gives me a cheeky wink.

I sarcastically remark, flickering my eyes, "You are gonna die alone."

He smiles, "I am dying to know what kind of screams you make." gazing deep into my eyes.

How am I supposed to live with a man who flirts with me every second?
I have got no answer to this right now.

"Ok, Sir, Hold your wife from behind. Give her the secure embrace." The photographer says.

You definitely gonna die alone !!! I curse inside at the photographer.

Aditya twirls my body, and my back touches his front.

Aditya gently holds my hands on my belly, and my ass is brushing his crotch.

He whispers in my ears, "May your day be as peachy as your ass, my dear wife."

Excitement washed over my body. I wanted to protest, but my words got stuck on the tip of my tongue, and I started shaking.

Aditya chuckles, feeling my bodily reaction.

The photographer clicks.

*click*,*click*,*click*
...pound, pound, pound ..my pussy pounds between my legs in sync with each sound of clicking from the camera by staying in contact with my Husband's promising package.

"Do a kissing shoot." Someone in the posse suggests.

And it becomes a chant 'kiss', 'kiss,' kiss.'

I look nervous now. I can easily say, 'sorry girls, I am not comfortable with that.' and avoid a kissing shoot.

Aditya grins, "The crowd wants a crowd-pleasing romance. Be the inspiration."

I look at Aditya's thick lips. Aditya, to me, is like the dark alley you should not take, but you are curious about what is at that road's end. He is one of those things you must try before rejecting; otherwise, the regret of not trying out will haunt you forever.

If I kiss him in private to get him out of the system, I can't stop him. He is physically domineering to me, but if I kiss him in front of these women and don't like it, I can easily stop him.

The photographer sees my hesitancy and suggests, "It could be just like a ceremonial kiss, guys, just to show affection."

I whisper to Aditya, lying, "I only doing this for your sake to establish that our marriage is a real one, but you have to delete the pic."

Meanwhile, the posse's chant becomes louder 'kissssssss'

Aditya smirks but obliges, "Alright", and turns to the photographer, "Be ready."

I smile at the girls politely, "Nobody else is privy to taking pic." I don't want that picture to circulate.

They look at one another and reluctantly agree with affirmative responses.

I clear my throat and lift up my face inviting my Husband to give his offering on my beseeching full lips.

He lowers his head, and his succulent lips touch my full pattern. He doesn't kiss me thoroughly; he barely stays in contact with my lips, posing for the photoshoot just like the photographer suggested.

I tremble as we remain like a dove couple pecking on each other beak.

I can hear the clicks of the camera. My pussy trembles with each click. 

His breathing rustled on my cheeks. I can smell the mint of the chewing gum. My lips start to move on his motionless mouth; I take the dark alley.

He kisses back just once with a slow smooch. My breathing escalates. I respond with a slow return smooch. Another slow smooch follows from his side, and I become more greedy. I give him two slow smooches this time, swerving my pout onto his.

The balcony fell silent, and the sound of our wet smacking prevailed along with the clicks. Back and forth, we keep spooning onto each other's lips, and soon it turns into a wild zig-zag kiss.

The camera clicks now sounds like applause, and I feel the moisture between my legs, my breasts get crushed onto his taut frame.

I moan onto my newlywed Husband's thick pulps, getting lost, "Mmmmpphh.."

Aditya breaks the kiss immediately.

I open my heavy eyelids, flooding my entire body in deep shame. My head is spinning, my knees are buckling, and Aditya is holding my waist firmly.

Priya, my best friend, comes forward and takes my hand, "That's enough . . You took her breath away."

Aditya halts us, "Wait!!"

Oh my god, what have I done !!! I did not manage to get Aditya out of my system; he is flowing through my system right now. I took the dark alley; now, I was lost.

Aditya takes the camera chip from the photographer and hands it to me.

He enunciates in a teasing manner, "I am a monster, my dear wife but I not that kind of monster."

I faintly say, "Thank you."

I reckon genuine gratitude in my voice for handing me the chip and stopping the kiss.

Once we were out of Aditya's hearing, Priya enquired gossipingly, "What was that monster stuff he was saying?"

I manage a weak smile stating, "Nothing. It is a silly story he wrote on the internet, and nobody read it."

Priya chortled loudly.
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A few minutes later.

"It is a buffet, isn't it?" Priya, a pixie cut cutie, my childhood best friend remarks.

We are opening some of the wedding gifts in a large hall on the ground floor of my new home...temporary home. 

A core group of guests comprised of relatives and close friends are still present from both sides, mine and Aditya's.

Everyone has formed their separate groups based on either age or interests.

Priya is talking about the group in which Aditya is.
They are seven. 
I look at that circle, and it is easy to spot the group leader of those 7 young men judging how expectantly the other six are turned at him.

His name is Nazir. A Kashmiri socialite. He got all the good looks of a Kashmiri minus the accent being a boarding college product. He is hirsute, very strong, got a solid body frame. He appears remarkably stylish in casual dresses but looks awful in formals. A very flirty charismatic Chap. He went to Dubai to work in his Brother's company, but now he is back overseeing the family dry fruit business in Old Delhi.
He is my Husband's best friend. I can see why though; both of them are notorious flirts. 

Beside him is Sai Krishna. He is from Andhra Pradesh, very modest and got attractive dreamy eyes. He goes by the name Saiki.
 Last night Nazir was telling us how they met Saiki. Nazir is the storyteller of the group.

He said, "In one word. Saiki is a beast." Apparently, they met him during his birthday, and some birthday celebrations are rough.They doused the floor with soap water and dragged the birthday boy through a long narrow corridor. 

All the rooms on both sides of the corridor doors were open, and boys were standing to kick the shit of the birthday lad while he was being dragged. It was a custom, a ritual to test one's mettle.
 According to Nazir, Saiki did not even shed a tear and got up like Nothing had happened. They all gave him the quote-unquote 'bro hugs' and greeted him with happy birthday wishes.
These men are savages, I thought, listening to that story. Aditya called it incredible endurance; I think that is sadism.

Saiki is an assistant professor at a college here. Nazir and Saiki are wearing Manchester untied custom-made Tshirts bearing their names. They both are crazy fans of that club. He also got a love for sports bikes.

Beside Saiki is standing Priyom. Priyom got a unique face as he is a mixture of Bhutanese and Assamese family lines. He got broad shoulders and looks good in any kind of apparel.
I like him. He knows how to cook and is exceptionally good at it. He cooked the entire breakfast for us. 

Aditya told me that after Priyom's father died, Priyom funded his college education by cooking part-time in the evening in a Nepalese restaurant. Due to his partly north-eastern looks, he landed the job from that certain Nepalese uncleji. 

Aditya admires him. According to Aditya, Priyom used to cook, and my so-called 'critic' husband did Nothing but sit there and rated each dish. 

 I don't know how such a nice guy become my monster husband's other best friend. He is an engineer now and doing a job in the private sector. He got a steady girlfriend of 11 years. I like him for that, just like Rocky and I going for the long haul.

Next to Priyom is Neel. An upper-class Bangladeshi snob who came to India to study filmography and stayed here to work in local industries. 

Priya asked him last night, "Where are you from in Bangladesh?"

He snotted, "Can't you look at me and tell?" He is that arrogant!!!

Aditya laughed and informed a puzzled Priya he was from Dhaka. 

I can see why that snob is a friend of my Husband.

He plays the guitar well, though. He was playing it last night and stole some hearts.

Apparently, he is very courageous, according to Aditya. He studied in a boarding college in Calcutta and did not like it there. So he swam an entire river to flee India and again came back. 

I did not believe that story.

 He even got caught by Indian airport security for smuggling weed to India. The amount was small, so they let him go. Aditya calls that fearlessness. To me, it is stupidity.

Among the seven, these 5- Nazir, Saiki, Priyom, Neel and Aditya are of the same age, look completely different from each other, are tall, do not like rules and are very good-looking.

So yes, it is a buffet for my friends Priya, Sunita and Ruchi. They can't determine which one to choose.

The remaining two members of the group are Asif and Sameer.

Asif is from Uttarpradesh. He got a short height and an unremarkable face. I noticed a tug of war between Nazir and Asif regarding the group's leadership. 

So their group isn't a circle. It is an Ellipse with two focuses. 

Asif, like Priyom, works in the private sector but comes from a family specializing in cultivating and wholesale marketing mangoes. 

Aditya later told me the others call Asif & Nazir, the group's mom and dad, behind their back, as they always fight.

Sameer is from Rajasthan.The tallest of the group. He is about 6'4" and corpulent. He comes from a political family and is the moneybag of this gang. He also got a steady girlfriend, and their marriage is fixed.

He got an intimidating presense, but Aditya told me in confidence that his 5'4" girlfriend always makes him cry. That made me laugh. I want to meet this brave girl and learn some secrets from her.

 Until then, Aditya did not know how his Shuag raat would be and was chatty with me.

Ruchi, Priya and Sunita constantly send signals to these men, but they are busy discussing something. They all got an intense look and drowned in their business.

Last night Nazir told us that their group has started an online business venture.

I asked about the business, but all seven of them did not speak a word.

Aditya said the venture is still in progress, and they don't want to discuss it in a crowded public gathering as these ideas are intellectual properties. Anybody could steal such unique ideas and patent them.

Ruchi whispers, "I like Saiki. He got a nice ass. Something to grab onto."

Sunita giggles," Nazir is my type, but Neel can play the guitar. It is a hard choice."

Priya teases her, "You can take both of them, just leave Priyom to me. I love a man who can cook."

Sunita slaps her arm, blushing.

Priya prods me, "I think you should get back with Rocky and divorce Aditya. I will nourish his wounded heart and make him mine. Nisha, you are so lucky. Your hubby is Yummy !!!" She was dramatic at the end.

Ruchi taunts me, "Right !!! Did not you see how she kissed her new Husband?! He must be great last night."

Sunita boosts me, "Details, girl, we need details. How was last night?!!"

My parents did not let me invite any of my college friends as all of them knew about my relationship with Rocky.

They only let me invite Ruchi, Priya and Sunita, my college friends. They also know about my relationship with Rocky as I was loud and proud about it on social media.

The mention of Rocky made me sad, and I felt regret for kissing Aditya with such shameless ferocity in front of so many.

I get up. I want to get away from this nonsense. The whole marriage and all the circus seem stupid to me now.

Priya asks, "Where are you going?"

I could not come up with an excuse.

"Today is Your Birthday?" A high-pitched female voice exclaimed, looking at her phone. She is my cousin-sister. Poonam.

Oh, I forgot today is Reema's birthday !!! I guess she did not want to ruin the buzz of my marriage with her celebration.

But I am in no mood to celebrate. My friends turn their attention to my cousin's group, and the demand for a birthday cake soon arises.

I disappear into the kitchen, leaving the gathering.

"Miss me." A baritone demands.

My heart aches, and I gasp, turning my head.

Rocky.My Boyfriend.

"How ?!! How did you come inside? Are you insane?"I exclaim.

Rocky rushes towards me and takes me in his arms, "Yes, I am insane for you."

Oh, I have missed him. I missed him so much. My body yearns for my love. We have been separated for a year courtesy of my parents and have met secretly only a couple of times.

We kissed like maniacs. My hands roam all over his body, and his urgent hands do not stay silent either. He pressed my back against the nearest wall while we suckled on each other's fevered lips.

"Wait, you must go." I huff.

Rocky is rubbing his nose on my throat, and I am grabbing his long hair.

"Please, Rocky, "I beg.

Rocky caresses my cheek, "Did your husband touch you?"

I had to lie, "No." and I lied to him with a straight face.

Rocky sighs, "If he tries, then tell him it would be marital r**ape."

I concur, "Ok, but you must go now, Rocky. Please. Call me later."

Then he was gone. Like a ghost, he came, and like a ghost, he disappeared.

How did he come inside, though?!! 

I take a deep breath and take few minutes to reorganize myself .

I look at the floor. One of my earrings dropped during our short make-out.

I bend and reach for it. Before I could grab it, a wide forearm appeared and, with a nimble move, the owner picked it up.

Aditya.My Husband.

"May I ?" He asks. He wants to put it back on my earlobe.

"Why?" I ask. I don't trust him. He is not the trustworthy type.

"You want to hurt my ear to take revenge 'cause I wound your back."I throw my suspicion at him.

"Do you want to create a scene, my lovely wife, when so many people are present in the house?" He is teasing me again.

"Be quick then."I reluctantly agree.

He takes his sweet time, though, while setting my earring. I tremble at his touch on my soft earlobes. His fingers ran along the vibration of my neck before withdrawing. His eyes never leave my restless distrustful gaze.

He does not move and uses those magnetic eyes on mine. I can't look away. He is a master at holding eye contact without being creepy.

"Lemme take a good look if I have done it right." He grins, and I flush.

"What are you doing exactly?."I found my voice husky, and my eyes veer from his lips to his gaze.

I have tasted those lips, and I am hungry. I feel ashamed.

He can sense my yearning but does not pounce, keeping his promise.

"We are going out to buy the cake. What kind of cake do you like?" He asks.

"Should not you be asking that to the birthday girl?" I scoff, gulping. I can't just stop looking at his moving lips; he is so close to me.

Aditya put a hand on the wall crowding me further, and I quivered in nervous excitement as he leaned over me.

He shoots, glancing at my heaving breasts, "I am asking you."

I murmur, holding my breath, overpowered by his seductive presence, "Red velvet."

Aditya chuckles, "Then I am bringing chocolate." 

I burst into flame and take a swing at him with an open palm, cursing him, "Bastard."

He easily dodges my swiping hand and puts on the sunglass he took from me.

"Bastard, no. I look like my father. I am very sure my daddy..."

"That's disgusting. I don't wanna hear it." I put my fingers in my ears.

He grins and chews his gum.

My heart flaps, looking at that dashing smile and those moving, well-defined jawlines on his face.

"Until next time, my darling wife !!!..until next time." he departs, leaving me breathless.

"FML !!!!" I exhale.

[abcturbine]

Absolutely amazing writing skills.....
Superb.....

[mad_bull69]

                                                                                         Nisha                            
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A couple of hours after the quirky moments I spent with my new phoney Husband, I am busy doing a photoshoot with my cousin-sisters and friends. All of us are adults here.

It is the last chance for the girls of my posse to take advantage of the professional photographer. 

He wanted natural sunlight, so the photo shoot is taking place on the balcony, and we are treating him worse than a slave. He is obeying our every demand.

I am wearing a navy blue silk Anarkali suit and a wine-coloured dupatta.

We all got goggles on our faces, making a 'V' sign with our fingers and sticking our tongues out, showing off our sassy attitudes. It was a girl-only photo shoot, and we were enjoying our freedom.

Then I see him. Aditya, my Husband. I am still angry at him cause he unnecessarily made me cry at dawn. 

I immediately break my pose, and everyone, including the photographer, curiously begins to search the 'WHY' behind my sudden bumbling. It was a 'why' and a 'who'.

"Ladies, can I borrow my lovely wife for a post-wedding photoshoot?" His voice is like silk sliding over a glass, and his manner is respectful towards my entourage of girls.

I roll my eyes behind my black shade !!! If only these girls knew this superficial charm is just a well-practised act. He is a sadistic monster who likes to make women cry. 

He is like the pink monkey and knows he is the pink monkey but has taught himself how to stay in disguise among the brown monkeys by mimicking their actions so that they don't kick him out.

I must say he is very good at it. My posse of girls giggle shyly at his request, and they clear the area by staying at a distance. Some start to tease us with harmless remarks.

Aditya comes beside me, sauntering in brown leather shoes. He is wearing a navy blue shirt and dark formal trousers.

I snide at him, whispering, "You wore this navy blue shirt on purpose, did not you?"

Aditya matches it with a quip," Yes. I wanted to match the colour of our dresses to make you mad. Mission successful !! Your parents were heckling me for a photo shoot with you. They desperately want me to like you. They know what they did, don't they?"

Eventually, he flashed his signature grin, taunting my family and me for deceiving him.

I look with the corner of my eyes that my posse of girls is drooling over that.

 This is a huge red flag. My Husband is a monster, but he is also a hottie. Yeah. Regretfully I must admit that he is handsome, young, and notoriously flirty. I have to spend atleast 5-6 months with this person before reuniting with my Rocky...my boyfriend.

This scares me. It should not, but it does after I shared that awkward intimate moment with him while marking his back to hurt him. 

"Behave yourself during the photoshoot.", I warn him reminding him there are people present.

He smirks, "I will try, but there is no guarantee."

Oh god!!! This type of man -Rocky, Aditya they should not be doing an arranged marriage. They should do a love marriage.

Unfortunately, to my utter astonishment, he behaved, but I did not.

"Take off your sunglass Madam. You are about to create the memory of a lifetime, and eye contact necessary for that." The photographer suggests.

Will this man shut up !!! I am dying here of embarrassment. Each intimate moment I spend with my Husband becomes a slashing wound to my love life with Rocky. 

Aditya took the shade off my eyes and put the sunglass in his pocket. The look he wore while doing so was as if he was undressing me smoothly. If eyes are the soul's window, he was disrobing my soul.

The photographer instructs, "Hold each other's hand and look into each other's eyes."

We did. Again we are intimate. The Sexual tension returns as soon as we touch our fingers. I feel the jolt. The swell of my supple bust touches his expansive chest, and a shockwave runs through my system.

I am a dancer, and getting intimate with other males like this isn't uncommon for me. I am habituated to this. I did this for 4 straight years and never cheated on Rocky, but this unshakeable chemistry between Aditya and me scares me. This is different.

Good!!! He also smells nice. Yeah, this is a nightmare inside a nightmare.

The windy photographer praises us, "I am getting lovely stills of the intensity of passion between you two."

Seriously !!! He sounds more like a failed novelist than a photographer right now.

Aditya is looking intensely at me. If my Rocky got the blessings of his voice, Aditya, my Husband, got the gifts of his eyes.

 He got one of those gazes that make the world disappear around you and make you feel that you are the most important person.

 The longer I let eye contact linger, the longer I feel I am the only person living in the entire universe.

"Hey", Aditya nudges me, and I return to earth.

He grins, "Behave." apparently, the photographer instructed us to give the next pose.

"Oh, sorry !!!" I smile shyly. My retinue of girls is giggling at my reaction and whispering god knows what kind of dirty stuff in each other's ears.

"That's perfect. Sir, peek into your wife's soul. Mam, please look away and maintain the shyness on your face. Hold each other's hand. The sign of a lifetime bond," The photographer suggests with a flop novelist's vocab.

Nice!!! He is giving live commentary now!!!-I thought.

The only good thing is that I did not have to act. I am a rosy, trembling mess. I can't think straight now. 

"Where did you find this tool of a photographer?" I ask Aditya, keeping my voice low.

"honey !!" Aditya calls me.

The photographer was checking his clicks.

"What?" I found my voice weak. It was not a call.

"Your eyes are like translucent honey." Aditya looked at me with amazement, "In the centre of your honeyed lakes are the reflection of full eclipsed dark moons. You are 'honeymoon'." He laughs at his own description

The sunlight on my dark brown eyes has given them a honeyed iridescence, and my dilated pupils gawk at my Husband's charming grin.

"You are not supposed to talk to me like that," I warn him hissing.

"Ok next pose...Hold Madam like she is your guitar." The photographer suggests.

The posse laughs, and someone tells him, "Bhiya ji, you are gonna die alone if that is how you talk to women."

The photographer got a thick skin. They hear a lot of rude remarks like that.

Aditya put a firm hand around my waist and another on my right shoulder from the back side. I bend backwards, sloping my body while encasing his rippling arm for support.

"You are my guitar now. Will you scream the good kind of scream when I am going to play you?" Aditya looks at me from above and gives me a cheeky wink.

I sarcastically remark, flickering my eyes, "You are gonna die alone."

He smiles, "I am dying to know what kind of screams you make." gazing deep into my eyes.

How am I supposed to live with a man who flirts with me every second?
I have got no answer to this right now.

"Ok, Sir, Hold your wife from behind. Give her the secure embrace." The photographer says.

You definitely gonna die alone !!! I curse inside at the photographer.

Aditya twirls my body, and my back touches his front.

Aditya gently holds my hands on my belly, and my ass is brushing his crotch.

He whispers in my ears, "May your day be as peachy as your ass, my dear wife."

Excitement washed over my body. I wanted to protest, but my words got stuck on the tip of my tongue, and I started shaking.

Aditya chuckles, feeling my bodily reaction.

The photographer clicks.

*click*,*click*,*click*
...pound, pound, pound ..my pussy pounds between my legs in sync with each sound of clicking from the camera by staying in contact with my Husband's promising package.

"Do a kissing shoot." Someone in the posse suggests.

And it becomes a chant 'kiss', 'kiss,' kiss.'

I look nervous now. I can easily say, 'sorry girls, I am not comfortable with that.' and avoid a kissing shoot.

Aditya grins, "The crowd wants a crowd-pleasing romance. Be the inspiration."

I look at Aditya's thick lips. Aditya, to me, is like the dark alley you should not take, but you are curious about what is at that road's end. He is one of those things you must try before rejecting; otherwise, the regret of not trying out will haunt you forever.

If I kiss him in private to get him out of the system, I can't stop him. He is physically domineering to me, but if I kiss him in front of these women and don't like it, I can easily stop him.

The photographer sees my hesitancy and suggests, "It could be just like a ceremonial kiss, guys, just to show affection."

I whisper to Aditya, lying, "I only doing this for your sake to establish that our marriage is a real one, but you have to delete the pic."

Meanwhile, the posse's chant becomes louder 'kissssssss'

Aditya smirks but obliges, "Alright", and turns to the photographer, "Be ready."

I smile at the girls politely, "Nobody else is privy to taking pic." I don't want that picture to circulate.

They look at one another and reluctantly agree with affirmative responses.

I clear my throat and lift up my face inviting my Husband to give his offering on my beseeching full lips.

He lowers his head, and his succulent lips touch my full pattern. He doesn't kiss me thoroughly; he barely stays in contact with my lips, posing for the photoshoot just like the photographer suggested.

I tremble as we remain like a dove couple pecking on each other beak.

I can hear the clicks of the camera. My pussy trembles with each click. 

His breathing rustled on my cheeks. I can smell the mint of the chewing gum. My lips start to move on his motionless mouth; I take the dark alley.

He kisses back just once with a slow smooch. My breathing escalates. I respond with a slow return smooch. Another slow smooch follows from his side, and I become more greedy. I give him two slow smooches this time, swerving my pout onto his.

The balcony fell silent, and the sound of our wet smacking prevailed along with the clicks. Back and forth, we keep spooning onto each other's lips, and soon it turns into a wild zig-zag kiss.

The camera clicks now sounds like applause, and I feel the moisture between my legs, my breasts get crushed onto his taut frame.

I moan onto my newlywed Husband's thick pulps, getting lost, "Mmmmpphh.."

Aditya breaks the kiss immediately.

I open my heavy eyelids, flooding my entire body in deep shame. My head is spinning, my knees are buckling, and Aditya is holding my waist firmly.

Priya, my best friend, comes forward and takes my hand, "That's enough . . You took her breath away."

Aditya halts us, "Wait!!"

Oh my god, what have I done !!! I did not manage to get Aditya out of my system; he is flowing through my system right now. I took the dark alley; now, I was lost.

Aditya takes the camera chip from the photographer and hands it to me.

He enunciates in a teasing manner, "I am a monster, my dear wife but I not that kind of monster."

I faintly say, "Thank you."

I reckon genuine gratitude in my voice for handing me the chip and stopping the kiss.

Once we were out of Aditya's hearing, Priya enquired gossipingly, "What was that monster stuff he was saying?"

I manage a weak smile stating, "Nothing. It is a silly story he wrote on the internet, and nobody read it."

Priya chortled loudly.
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A few minutes later.

"It is a buffet, isn't it?" Priya, a pixie cut cutie, my childhood best friend remarks.

We are opening some of the wedding gifts in a large hall on the ground floor of my new home...temporary home. 

A core group of guests comprised of relatives and close friends are still present from both sides, mine and Aditya's.

Everyone has formed their separate groups based on either age or interests.

Priya is talking about the group in which Aditya is.
They are seven. 
I look at that circle, and it is easy to spot the group leader of those 7 young men judging how expectantly the other six are turned at him.

His name is Nazir. A Kashmiri socialite. He got all the good looks of a Kashmiri minus the accent being a boarding college product. He is hirsute, very strong, got a solid body frame. He appears remarkably stylish in casual dresses but looks awful in formals. A very flirty charismatic Chap. He went to Dubai to work in his Brother's company, but now he is back overseeing the family dry fruit business in Old Delhi.
He is my Husband's best friend. I can see why though; both of them are notorious flirts. 

Beside him is Sai Krishna. He is from Andhra Pradesh, very modest and got attractive dreamy eyes. He goes by the name Saiki.
 Last night Nazir was telling us how they met Saiki. Nazir is the storyteller of the group.

He said, "In one word. Saiki is a beast." Apparently, they met him during his birthday, and some birthday celebrations are rough.They doused the floor with soap water and dragged the birthday boy through a long narrow corridor. 

All the rooms on both sides of the corridor doors were open, and boys were standing to kick the shit of the birthday lad while he was being dragged. It was a custom, a ritual to test one's mettle.
 According to Nazir, Saiki did not even shed a tear and got up like Nothing had happened. They all gave him the quote-unquote 'bro hugs' and greeted him with happy birthday wishes.
These men are savages, I thought, listening to that story. Aditya called it incredible endurance; I think that is sadism.

Saiki is an assistant professor at a college here. Nazir and Saiki are wearing Manchester untied custom-made Tshirts bearing their names. They both are crazy fans of that club. He also got a love for sports bikes.

Beside Saiki is standing Priyom. Priyom got a unique face as he is a mixture of Bhutanese and Assamese family lines. He got broad shoulders and looks good in any kind of apparel.
I like him. He knows how to cook and is exceptionally good at it. He cooked the entire breakfast for us. 

Aditya told me that after Priyom's father died, Priyom funded his college education by cooking part-time in the evening in a Nepalese restaurant. Due to his partly north-eastern looks, he landed the job from that certain Nepalese uncleji. 

Aditya admires him. According to Aditya, Priyom used to cook, and my so-called 'critic' husband did Nothing but sit there and rated each dish. 

 I don't know how such a nice guy become my monster husband's other best friend. He is an engineer now and doing a job in the private sector. He got a steady girlfriend of 11 years. I like him for that, just like Rocky and I going for the long haul.

Next to Priyom is Neel. An upper-class Bangladeshi snob who came to India to study filmography and stayed here to work in local industries. 

Priya asked him last night, "Where are you from in Bangladesh?"

He snotted, "Can't you look at me and tell?" He is that arrogant!!!

Aditya laughed and informed a puzzled Priya he was from Dhaka. 

I can see why that snob is a friend of my Husband.

He plays the guitar well, though. He was playing it last night and stole some hearts.

Apparently, he is very courageous, according to Aditya. He studied in a boarding college in Calcutta and did not like it there. So he swam an entire river to flee India and again came back. 

I did not believe that story.

 He even got caught by Indian airport security for smuggling weed to India. The amount was small, so they let him go. Aditya calls that fearlessness. To me, it is stupidity.

Among the seven, these 5- Nazir, Saiki, Priyom, Neel and Aditya are of the same age, look completely different from each other, are tall, do not like rules and are very good-looking.

So yes, it is a buffet for my friends Priya, Sunita and Ruchi. They can't determine which one to choose.

The remaining two members of the group are Asif and Sameer.

Asif is from Uttarpradesh. He got a short height and an unremarkable face. I noticed a tug of war between Nazir and Asif regarding the group's leadership. 

So their group isn't a circle. It is an Ellipse with two focuses. 

Asif, like Priyom, works in the private sector but comes from a family specializing in cultivating and wholesale marketing mangoes. 

Aditya later told me the others call Asif & Nazir, the group's mom and dad, behind their back, as they always fight.

Sameer is from Rajasthan.The tallest of the group. He is about 6'4" and corpulent. He comes from a political family and is the moneybag of this gang. He also got a steady girlfriend, and their marriage is fixed.

He got an intimidating presense, but Aditya told me in confidence that his 5'4" girlfriend always makes him cry. That made me laugh. I want to meet this brave girl and learn some secrets from her.

 Until then, Aditya did not know how his Shuag raat would be and was chatty with me.

Ruchi, Priya and Sunita constantly send signals to these men, but they are busy discussing something. They all got an intense look and drowned in their business.

Last night Nazir told us that their group has started an online business venture.

I asked about the business, but all seven of them did not speak a word.

Aditya said the venture is still in progress, and they don't want to discuss it in a crowded public gathering as these ideas are intellectual properties. Anybody could steal such unique ideas and patent them.

Ruchi whispers, "I like Saiki. He got a nice ass. Something to grab onto."

Sunita giggles," Nazir is my type, but Neel can play the guitar. It is a hard choice."

Priya teases her, "You can take both of them, just leave Priyom to me. I love a man who can cook."

Sunita slaps her arm, blushing.

Priya prods me, "I think you should get back with Rocky and divorce Aditya. I will nourish his wounded heart and make him mine. Nisha, you are so lucky. Your hubby is Yummy !!!" She was dramatic at the end.

Ruchi taunts me, "Right !!! Did not you see how she kissed her new Husband?! He must be great last night."

Sunita boosts me, "Details, girl, we need details. How was last night?!!"

My parents did not let me invite any of my college friends as all of them knew about my relationship with Rocky.

They only let me invite Ruchi, Priya and Sunita, my college friends. They also know about my relationship with Rocky as I was loud and proud about it on social media.

The mention of Rocky made me sad, and I felt regret for kissing Aditya with such shameless ferocity in front of so many.

I get up. I want to get away from this nonsense. The whole marriage and all the circus seem stupid to me now.

Priya asks, "Where are you going?"

I could not come up with an excuse.

"Today is Your Birthday?" A high-pitched female voice exclaimed, looking at her phone. She is my cousin-sister. Poonam.

Oh, I forgot today is Reema's birthday !!! I guess she did not want to ruin the buzz of my marriage with her celebration.

But I am in no mood to celebrate. My friends turn their attention to my cousin's group, and the demand for a birthday cake soon arises.

I disappear into the kitchen, leaving the gathering.

"Miss me." A baritone demands.

My heart aches, and I gasp, turning my head.

Rocky.My Boyfriend.

"How ?!! How did you come inside? Are you insane?"I exclaim.

Rocky rushes towards me and takes me in his arms, "Yes, I am insane for you."

Oh, I have missed him. I missed him so much. My body yearns for my love. We have been separated for a year courtesy of my parents and have met secretly only a couple of times.

We kissed like maniacs. My hands roam all over his body, and his urgent hands do not stay silent either. He pressed my back against the nearest wall while we suckled on each other's fevered lips.

"Wait, you must go." I huff.

Rocky is rubbing his nose on my throat, and I am grabbing his long hair.

"Please, Rocky, "I beg.

Rocky caresses my cheek, "Did your husband touch you?"

I had to lie, "No." and I lied to him with a straight face.

Rocky sighs, "If he tries, then tell him it would be marital r**ape."

I concur, "Ok, but you must go now, Rocky. Please. Call me later."

Then he was gone. Like a ghost, he came, and like a ghost, he disappeared.

How did he come inside, though?!! 

I take a deep breath and take few minutes to reorganize myself .

I look at the floor. One of my earrings dropped during our short make-out.

I bend and reach for it. Before I could grab it, a wide forearm appeared and, with a nimble move, the owner picked it up.

Aditya.My Husband.

"May I ?" He asks. He wants to put it back on my earlobe.

"Why?" I ask. I don't trust him. He is not the trustworthy type.

"You want to hurt my ear to take revenge 'cause I wound your back."I throw my suspicion at him.

"Do you want to create a scene, my lovely wife, when so many people are present in the house?" He is teasing me again.

"Be quick then."I reluctantly agree.

He takes his sweet time, though, while setting my earring. I tremble at his touch on my soft earlobes. His fingers ran along the vibration of my neck before withdrawing. His eyes never leave my restless distrustful gaze.

He does not move and uses those magnetic eyes on mine. I can't look away. He is a master at holding eye contact without being creepy.

"Lemme take a good look if I have done it right." He grins, and I flush.

"What are you doing exactly?."I found my voice husky, and my eyes veer from his lips to his gaze.

I have tasted those lips, and I am hungry. I feel ashamed.

He can sense my yearning but does not pounce, keeping his promise.

"We are going out to buy the cake. What kind of cake do you like?" He asks.

"Should not you be asking that to the birthday girl?" I scoff, gulping. I can't just stop looking at his moving lips; he is so close to me.

Aditya put a hand on the wall crowding me further, and I quivered in nervous excitement as he leaned over me.

He shoots, glancing at my heaving breasts, "I am asking you."

I murmur, holding my breath, overpowered by his seductive presence, "Red velvet."

Aditya chuckles, "Then I am bringing chocolate." 

I burst into flame and take a swing at him with an open palm, cursing him, "Bastard."

He easily dodges my swiping hand and puts on the sunglass he took from me.

"Bastard, no. I look like my father. I am very sure my daddy..."

"That's disgusting. I don't wanna hear it." I put my fingers in my ears.

He grins and chews his gum.

My heart flaps, looking at that dashing smile and those moving, well-defined jawlines on his face.

"Until next time, my darling wife !!!..until next time." he departs, leaving me breathless.

"FML !!!!" I exhale.

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We have returned with the cakes. Birthday getting celebrated in the middle of a post-wedding gathering. Everyone is happily mingling with one another.

Nisha's friends are openly flirting with my gang.

Whenever anyone praises the chocolate cake's quality, I glance at Nisha, and she seethes in anger as I have not bought her favourite 'red velvet'.

There came the time when each bite of the cake from anyone made Nisha's crescent eyebrows arch in a way that resembled two scythes ready to chop me down, and I loved it. 

I loved the irate look on her face; her sharp features accentuated the intensity of my ability to affect her.

That is the biggest takeaway for me.

I thought I would help Nisha fulfil her love story, but I find myself constantly flirting with her. 

I love the way she is responding to me, though. 

I genuinely believe that if one has to put too much effort into wooing a woman, then the woman isn't meant for that man. He probably is her third or fourth choice if she eventually gives in to the persuasion. That should be a massive red flag for the man.

Hence, I value natural attraction, and Nisha has a tremendous natural attraction toward me. She clearly lost herself while kissing me in front of her friends. That connection entices me, and I can't ignore it.

"What have you done to her?" Nazir asks, grinning, scanning Nisha's mad face from a distance.

I face Nazir with mischief on my lips and say, "You know, the usual."
Nazir laughs, "The usual."

Together we share many good memories.

"Her friend like you. Got her number yet?" I ask.

Nazir takes a peek at Sunita; she is dropping serious hints.

"Wanna double-team her?" Nazir proposes.

Nazir has a tendency to corrupt. He has built our gang from scratch and one of his techniques to judge one's character is to provoke that person to do something inappropriate. The moment that person gives in to his persuasion, he discards that person. 

Another technique he uses is harassment. He will find someone's weak spot and constantly heckle that person about it. This is his way of weeding out weak personalities from his circle.

Those who have countered his trials successfully stayed in the group.

"Not in the mood to score pussies." I respond.

"Mahnoor is coming to Chandigarh next week." He grins purposefully.

I chuckle. Mahnoor. Lovely Mahnoor!!! Fearless Mahnoor!!!

She was the first girl we had double-teamed together. She completed her course and was about to wed some stranger through an arranged marriage.

She knew this was probably her last chance to have fun with other men.

She invited us both. She was our friend. We stayed with her for three days straight. For three days, we ravaged her any way we wanted.

"Do you remember what she did when we dropped her off at the gate of her hostel?" I ask Nazir remincising .

"Yeah...She told the guard fuck you and your rules." Nazir's voice was nostalgic.

I don't share his lamentation. That is one of the reasons I am a monster, my inability to empathize often. That is also what makes Nazir a leader.
 
He knows how to balance his emotions, when to let them flow and when to abandon them.

Mahnoor is history. I did not care about her in the past, nor cared about her while fucking her or now. She means nothing to me.

Besides that, something else is bugging me from last night.
 
The whole story of Nisha and her boyfriend, her demand for not consummating this marriage, and how this entire marriage was hastily done makes me alarmed. There is something seriously wrong here.

I am a monster, an apex predator, and whenever another monster with selfish intentions comes into my vicinity, my predatory senses automatically get heightened.
I can feel the markings of another monster or monsters in Nisha's story.

Nisha could not take it anymore once someone proclaimed that this was the best cake he had ever eaten.

She excuses herself and leaves the throng. I give her some time to flee the scene before catching up. I watch her climb the stairs holding her Anarkali suit from both sides around her thighs. Her thick peachy bottom sways, bolstered by her energetic steps.

"Have fun with Sunita..Best of luck." I pat Nazir's back and get up to follow Nisha.

Nazir gets my intention and winks at me, "You have done the usual.. now, tell her the usual lies."

I wink back, "I will." and leave him.

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I enter the bedroom. Nisha was standing infront of a window and looking outside.

She throws a glance at me by turning her side face; half of it is sheltered by her bouncy hair locks.

If looks could kill !!! Her gaze pierced me like a boomerang, and returned to her as She turned away. She continued looking outside.

She speaks, though, "Do you like to harass me in front of everyone?"
Her voice trembling.

"No", I respond and move but not towards her. I sit on the couch's bar.

"You were secretly relishing my torment." She accuses, and her vocal cords produce regret.

"No, my dear wife, you tormented yourself. I said I am bringing the chocolate cake, and you assumed I was not bringing your favourite red velvet. Strawman argument.A prevalent fallacy." I correct her in a steady voice.

She turned her body entirely towards me and was ready to lash out, but she stopped noticing two pieces of red velvet on the table in front of the couch.

I smile at her, "A peace offering. If we are going to stay under one roof. We need a truce."

Her face lit up," You are going to let me stay?"

I affirm, skimming her beaming face, "Yes."

She comes forward giddily, "Thank you..thank you so much ", but arrests her step, and her euphoria dies, "But?"

I grin at her hesitancy; she is holding her breath.

"No, you don't have to have sex with me in order to stay in the house." I erase her doubts.

She looks slightly pleased but still hesitant," And?"

I wave my hand, "Sit."

She kills the distance; her wary eyes stay on me.

She sits beside me on the couch,maintaing a good amount of gap between us and asks, "Why are you letting me stay?".

Anxiety reigns her.

I examine her strikingly beautiful worried face while speaking, "I want to make a deal."

She stiffens, "What's the deal?".

I lay out my proposal, "I will let you stay, and you have to accompany me as a good wife should in public. Meaning you have to put up the false appearance of a devout wifey."

Her eyes dart, and she tries to gauge my intention but fails, "Why?"

I shrug, "I did not want to marry. You will eventually divorce me and return to your boyfriend, which is certain...I want to use this opportunity. I want to show my family that I behaved as a good husband and gave my marriage a try with a good wife but still failed."

She grins now. She got a wicked side. Sometimes it comes out.

"So they don't ask you to marry again in future." She gets the whole picture.

I nod, "Yes. Now you get it. You are the key to my hassle-free life."

She laughs vivaciously, "Why do you care so much about your family's opinion?"

I sip from the magnificent view she is offering and let her know, "Without my friends and family, I will go insane. You are right. I am a monster and need them to keep my sanity intact. Lone wolf life does not suit me."

She raises an eyebrow, "Fair enough. You got a deal."

I clap and points to her favourite cake, "Confectionaries to seal the deal. A truce."
She reaches to grab one of the cakes, and I quickly slide the package towards me, 'Ahaan !!! " and take out one piece of red velvet from the box.

I request playfully, "Open your mouth."

Nisha warns, 'You promised that you would stop doing that."

I climb down from the couch handle and move closer to her side.
Her whole body hardens.

"Stop doing what?" I ask flirtatiously.

Nisha looks at my lips and points out, "That. You promised...."

I chime in with the cake in my hand, "I promised no such thing. I said sex isn't compulsory..you have no obligation to sleep with me. You again taking shelter under straw man argument."

This time she laughs, drops her face and curses giggling, "Oh my god !!! You are such a big flirt.."

"Open your lips," I steer without being forceful.

"Alright." She puts the unruly locks behind her ears and comes closer.

I put the cake in the air, and she looks into my smiling eyes before taking a small bite.

We communicate silently. She does not look away while chewing. 

She wearing a black kajal and vibrant red lipstick.

Her amorous red lips move, and between those, her teeth flash like a set of pearls.
Dark eyes, dark Kajal, fair beauty with a pearly smile.

"May I bite your cake? Not your other 'cakes'. This one. We already shared saliva." I grin, reminding her of our kiss.

"Ok. You can have my 'this cake'."She flirts back; her face is flushing, and heat is mounting on her cheekbones.

I take a small bite and hold the rest in front of her red lips.

Her lips part; she holds eye contact and chomps down a small portion.

"It was a nice kiss." I rouse her.

Nisha shifts on the sofa uncomfortably but agrees, "Yes, It was a great kiss, and that's why we should not do it again."

I take my turn at the bite scrutinizing her blushing face. She drops her eyes and then gazes back, smiling shyly. 

I slowly eat the cake, taking my time, and she rakes her teeth over her lips, watching my jaw grind.

"Why?" I ask her, eventually.

"Cause It was too good, and doing it again will bring confusion in my life." She is being honest.

She finishes the last bit of the cake.

I don't respond to that and attract her attention to my fingers, "Don't waste the cream ."

She hesitates, glimpsing at my inviting fingers, and I end her hesitation by attaching them to her soft lips. She quivers at my touch but lets her tongue out to wipe the cream from my persuasive finger.

We both are staring at each other intensely.

Her tongue is warm; it tickles my fingertips with its velvety wet, slow licks.
She blushes hard afterwards. Erotism is in the air.

"You got some left on the corner..." I touch her malleable lip tracing it, and she gasps.

I hover over her body, but she does not stop me. I pause. We stare at each other briefly, and then I envelop her twitching lips. Her body is soft, and her breasts softer.

She moans immediately. Our lips tangle with one another. Slow smooches, wet sounds, noses wrestling, heavy panting...

Our kiss deepens, and I lean on her body. She takes my weight and slowly lays down on the couch without breaking the kiss. My chest smashes her breasts as we tangle with each other on top.

Her body is writhing underneath me. Saliva gets exchanged, our breath intermingles, and we taste the cake from each other's mouths.

I knock on her teeth with my tongue, and she makes way for it, letting it explore her warm cavern. Her dense hair is spread like a medusa head on the couch. I feel her restless thighs move against one another under my pelvic.

I break the kiss. She is huffing. Eyes closed. Her divine face is painted with desire.
"I can be your dirty little secret. Your boyfriend does not need to know." I tell her huskily, breathing my warmth on her face.

She opens her heavy eyelids, her eyes brimmed with arousal, and she shakes. I hold her hand together and put those over her head.

She gasps, accepting my dominance, and I again seize that eager open mouth.

She does not stop me; instead kisses me back with encouragement. We suck each other's tongues, and her moans are lewder.

I withdraw from her once more. She looks at me helplessly.

Then she begs, "Please don't seduce me anymore."

My eyes pin her pleading gaze down, and I demand, "Give me one good reason why I should not? Other than the usual- I love my boyfriend. I don't care about that reason."

She gulps and opens her mouth.

"Wait. Think clearly first," I chuckle, "Take your time", and close her open pout with another persuasive kiss.

The time the kiss lingered the most. She thaws under me. I repeatedly empty her lungs, listening to her purring, and breathe life back into her palpating core.
She is getting wild. 

I strengthen the grip on her hands, and she rubs her soft belly onto my aroused, hardened manhood. She wants me inside her. She is primed to be taken.

I give her a break. She is heaving hard. Eyes half closed.

"So, did you think of any good reason?" I tease her.

She weakly responds, cooing, "Yes."

"I am listening." My face stays in touch with hers.

She speaks in my mouth, staring at me, "You are not what I am looking for."

I grin mockingly, "Are you sure."

She huskily says, "Yes. I want my own family."

That throws me off-guard. It should not, but it does.

I squint my eyes, "You want the whole package- a loving, caring husband, kids, stability, etc.."

She swallows hard with rosy cheeks but manages to speak her mind, "Yes. You drive me insane...You know how to seduce women, but you don't know how to keep those women."

I grind my flinty jaws, "I don't want to keep them. To much unnecessary work."

She smiles sadly, "Yes. That is what you lack. You lack intent."

I smirk, "My intent is clear, and so is yours.".I was about to kiss her again, but she stopped me begging, "Please don't kill my dreams. Please!!!"

She pleads so lovingly and sweetly that it even shook the heart of a monster like me.

I let her go and moved away from her flustered body.

She lazily sits up and rubs the spots on her hands where I grab her to immobilize her. She is wholly turned on and uneasily rubs her ass on the couch.

I snicker at her bodily reaction. She is wet. She blushes and looks away while straightening her ruffled dress.

There is an awkwardness between us. Two souls are highly attracted to each other but want different things.

"Promise me. You will not seduce me." She dangles her hair while talking and secretly throws a glance at my visible arousal.

"No promises, my darling wife...I am not gonna make a promise that I can't keep. Besides, I am a monster and have a reputation to maintain." I can feel the frustration in my voice.

She also gets mad. Both are frustrated with each other. I want to fuck her brains out until she forgets her silly college love story, but she is asking for more.

"My boyfriend is a stud, in case you don't realize."She whines, and again she checks out my bulge.

"I don't doubt that. You are a catch and probably chose another catch for your fairytale dreams. But your boyfriend is stupid. A beautiful girl like you should be fucked hard, fucked often and made cum as much as you can handle." I lash out.

Her eyes widen. She has a hard time grasping what I just said.

She spoke in the black tongue when she spoke, "My boyfriend fucked your wife."

I sneer, "And I fucked many girls who are wives or girlfriends of other men right now. 1:'my whole body count'. I told you sexual shaming will not work on me."

She keeps on spitting venom, "You are a man whore."

I cavil, "Then you married a whore."

She scoffs, "I am not your wife."

I agree with her, "Yes, You are not. You are a leech and  an entitled brat."

She had enough. She spring on me furiously to fight. We fought, and we ended up kissing each other once again.

She mewls on my lips, encircling my neck; she is soft all around.

When we break the kiss, she appears sad and asks, "Please, lemme go."

I smile at her, caressing her wincing face, "You are the one holding me."

She dolorously states, "That's not what I meant."

I kiss her in the middle of her eyes, "For now, I am letting you go."

We part our bodies. 

"You should leave now." Her shaky voice demands.

"I will once my dick sleeps. You raised it up pretty good." 

She giggles and throws a small cushion at me, "Hide it."

I squeeze the cushion with all my force, and Nisha stiffens, drowning in imagination.

 I threw it back at her, stating, "I am not ashamed of my arousal. Unlike you, I am not betrothed to someone else.."

She peeks at my twitching appendage under my trouser and remarks, "I doubt you will ever seriously commit to anyone."

I ignore that and ask, "When was the last time you had sex?"

"None of your business." She appears unsettled.

"Let me calculate," I feign thoughtfulness.

Nisha slaps her forehead, "Please don't."

"You completed college a year ago and went back home. Your family disapproved of your boyfriend and must have controlled your every movement as they wanted to get rid of you quickly. So I guess you are pretty sex deprived." I grin.

Nisha examines her sleek fingers. I appreciate the decoration of the mehendi on it.

"I wanted to elope with my boyfriend, but he told me he can't arrange a place for us to live together." She mourns.

I feel her.

I get soft, "You can stay here. I like you, Nisha. You are a hopelessly romantic entitled brat with some elegance of a feminine gracefulness."

"Thank you." She sounds honest.

I smile at her without purpose, "Laters, my darling wife, until then, keep yourself wet."

Nisha nods profusely, making a disappointing sound with her tongue but does not bother to correct me.

I leave her alone and get out of the room.

I stroll towards the edge of the drawing room to get a bird's eye view of the party going downstairs.

The elders are discussing a robbery that happened last week.

Speaking of thieves, I glance at Rohit bhaiya, who is watching the pretty women staying in a corner.

 Rohit bhaiya is our man servant. His wife cooks for me, and he takes care of the rest of the household work. 

He was a thief, and I broke his leg when I was only 8 years old. He walks with a little limp now, and I don't care. I am borderline psychopathic, maybe entirely. One of the other reasons I call myself a monster.

He entered the house from the roof. Coincidentally I woke up to drink water. I am very fond of chilled water. I saw him, but he did not notice me.

I turned down the main switch of the electricity and screamed my lungs out.

Rohit bhaiya got scared in the dark. He did not know the layout of the house. He ran and stumbled. 

He fell from the first floor and broke his leg.

Fortunately, my family did not call the cops; instead, they took him in and gave him the job of maintaining our house. 'Correctional facility' is another name for prison, isn't it?

I suspect that my family has sent him to spy on me. They don't trust me. I don't blame them. He or his wife does not stay in my house, though. They go back to my ancestral house.

Nisha has put me in a tough spot. She basically said -' Look, I am very attracted to you. You can smash me if you want, but that will ruin my relationship with my boyfriend, and with that, my dreams will get crushed.'

I usually don't give a fuck, but I find myself caring in her case. I don't know how long I will care, though. 

I am a monster.A machiavillain monster .Yes, that is one of the monstrosities that rules me. So whatever I do, I do it on purpose. A while ago, I got cosy with Nisha with a purpose .
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One by one, the guest departed, and at night, there was nobody but Nisha and me in our big house.

"I want you to sleep in the other room," Nisha tells me in a serious tone.
 
She is wearing a  baggy nightgown. I don't like the dress. It shows nothing. Not a single thing. Not even a hint. 

I get mad, "Why?"

"My boyfriend told me to keep you out of my room at night." She looks at me with dead eyes.

Huh!!! She and her boyfriend got some nerve !!!

I snot lowering my head and then ask lifting my hardened face, "Do you know how many bricks are in these four walls."

Nisha does not look that confident right now.

She swallows hard, intimated by me, "No, I don't."

"I do." I sarcastically remark and continue," cause I had to pay for it. I did the roofing with the construction guys on all the floors. It is hard work even with the help of modern equipment. You sweat like a pig. Your brain does not work.You became a singular-focused entity. You just do things like a machine. Cement, stone chips, iron beams, all you could think about at that moment. If you think I will obey your boyfriend's demands by staying out of my own bedroom, then you are living inside an illusion."

"Then do it for me." Her dark eyes pleaded, and it melted my heart. I forgot all the hardwork I did during roofing for fun.

She murmurs softly, "I don't trust myself with you, Aditya. Please sleep in the other room."

She got a seductive voice and calmed me down.

"Ok, but still, this is the boyfriend's wish. If he gets something, he has to lose something." I grin.

Nisha clutches the pillow and fearfully asks, "What do you want?."

"Relax. Like I said, sex isn't mandatory, but please stop dressing like a behenji(sisterly). I stay out of the bedroom if you become a sight for my sore eyes." I demand.

"Ok. But if you think that I will dress ...like you know." She does not say the word.

I smirk, "I can make you dress like that."

She visibly shakes in tension.

But I assure her in the next moment, "Just be yourself. Stay in the 21st century and ditch whatever century this nightwear is from." 

She scrutinizes my face, "Hmmmm...Goodnight."

I get away from the bed and bid her farewell, "Goodnight. If you leak at night, you know where to find the plumber."

She throws the pillow at me again for the nth time, "Scoundrel.."

I throw it back, "You will need it to rub your deprivation on it."

She blushes hard and wants to fight again.

I tease her, "Wanna battle again? You know how that end don't you? This time I will not stop at just kissing."

She giggles, "Goodnight, Aditya."

I smile at her gorgeous face," Laters, my lovely wife. Have a hot screaming dream about me."

I leave her in the room with a stupid smile on my face.

[Jibon Ahmed]

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[Raj Ranjith]

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[Saikarthik]

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[The Devil Lucifer]

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