A Chapter of Nightmare (Completed)

[Pushpa Purusan]

Healthy man, Healthy Sex and Healthy Child. Should Subha go for this.

A woman can decide her life. So, she is doing what is needed for her.

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Knowing My Wife, Knowing Me As Well - part III


Please update please sir

Please sir

Please

5.6 or update de do ye stories ke

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Knowing My Wife, Knowing Me As Well - part III

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Knowing My Wife, Knowing Me As Well - part III

Part 4

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Please nahi to app aake ek Barr bata do aage start hoga ya nahi

Sab waiting hi kar rahe ge

[Chennai Veeran]

Great narration. Waiting for the next update

[Givemeextra]

Hubby should have left Wifey after confirming her cheating.

Why does he do so many extra things.

Anyway - good to read some updates from Krish.

[Givemeextra]

Knowing My Wife, Knowing Me As Well - part III

Part 4

+1 - may be Krish can write sometime in future.

[Projectmp]

Plz update dear krish sir

[shahidraj04]

Eagerly waiting

[3sivaram]

sorry to say that this update is disappointing.

1. Having known that subha is cheating without any guilty, manav did have sex with her and allowed her to kiss him with the lips that sucked the cock of sethu
2. after three years of marriage, manav did something to subha and she did something and it did not create any doubts
3. he shamelessless recorded and saw the wife fucking happily with her lover. yet he did not get erection
4. he kissed a old woman in the point of telling the truth which is disgusting
5. above all, after allowing his wife by drinking and doing everything as if for her happiness. he now says he didnot love her. What kind of person this manav is.

there are three types

enduring
forgiving 
revenge

Actually in adultry cases most of the time husband knows what wife is doing, but he fears lot and endure it himself. While bull doing all kind of things and enjoying thinks husband will not engage thinking husband gave him authority to enjoy his wife. 

When husband stops enduring that's where the real story begins. 

Sometimes husband gets happy ending. revenge success
Sometimes bull gets happy ending. divorce between couple and enjoys that wife as his personal bitch
Sometimes wife gets happy ending.  husband tries something big and fails and become fool. wife openly enjoys bull.

Nobody gets happy ending. one of them got hurt physically or mentally or death.


But in many real situations, wife and husband compromises and lives (not) happily. And bull goes back to his family.

[krish_999]

Sorry for the delay, guys. I am planning to finish the story this weekend. Two chapters are left, and I think it would be meaningless to post them separately as they are just continuation. So I will post it in a couple of days, together. And that would be the end of it. Thanks for waiting patiently. Your comments are inspiring.
Keep reading and keep posting.
Love all.

[Pundit77]

Interesting turn of events.....this is what I like about your writing....
Eagerly waiting for the last two....

[masud93]

waiting

[Thangaraasu]

Waiting for the final nail the husband coffin.

[Bigil]

weekend started. post the last update please.

[3sivaram]

A Chapter of Nightmare

I eagerly wants to know 'whose nightmare it would be', in last two chapters.

In my personal opinion,

I want everybody to suffer. He, She, Him and her.

[krish_999]

Chapter – five

 
While sitting restlessly on the train, I couldn’t help but keep thinking of my own weaknesses. Like Shilpa, I had been reduced to tears in the face of betrayal, unable to take a firm stand for myself. Disbelief about what had happened and confusion about the future made me wonder if I would ever find the strength to confront Shubha and face the truth head-on.
The next morning, I couldn't stop thinking about Shilpa and what might have happened when Sethu got back home. Did he sneak back in after being with Shubha? Or did he come back late? And did Shilpa say anything to him about what she knew? These questions kept me guessing, wondering how Shilpa was handling everything.
Finally, I decided to give Shilpa a call. I had taken her number earlier when I went to pick up her son from college.
"Hello."
The moment I heard her voice, I strangely felt a warmth on my lips. It was the first time I remembered the kiss we shared. I felt guilty.
"This is..." I suddenly realized that I hadn't revealed my name to her. "This is Manav. We met yesterday," I said.
"I know," Shilpa said in a soft voice.
"How are you?" I asked.
"I am alright. How are..." Shilpa started to respond, but I interrupted her, curious to know. "Did you ask him about anything?" I asked eagerly.
There was a pause from the other end.
"I...I could not. I did not speak even a single word to him. I was... I was just..." Shilpa's voice trailed off as she began to cry.
"I was just crying all night," she said, her voice choked with emotion.
I felt bad, but it was our destiny.
"I am sorry I am the one who brought you this news..." I said, not knowing how to console her.
"No, you did the right thing. You are the only one who I can at least share my pain with," Shilpa said, her voice steadier now.
 
I fell silent. She was right. We both fell silent, spending a few moments on the phone, just listening to each other breathing. I waited until her cries ended and she breathed normally.
"Okay, bye," I said, and hung up.
 
We phoned each other many times in the following days. Initially, I was distracted by the fact that I had kissed this woman when I went to share a tragic truth, but as more days passed, I forgot about it.
One day, Shilpa phoned me in the late evening and said Sethu hadn't returned home yet. It was alarming. He could be with Shubha!
I knew he was still sleeping with her many times a week. But as Shilpa told me this, the thought that my wife would be busy pleasing Sethu in bed while I was talking to his helpless wife over the phone overwhelmed me. Grief and helplessness consumed us both.
"What can we do? I am in Solapur," I said.
"I don't know. I don't have the courage to do anything. I will collapse like I did the other day, the moment I see it again," Shilpa said, her voice breaking as she cried.
"Shilpa, don't cry. We should not cry anymore. We should do something," I urged.
"What can we do?" she asked, desperation evident in her tone.
"Let's... I need to think for a moment. I'm coming tomorrow. We need to discuss," I decided.
 
The next day, I boarded the train to Hyderabad. I had no plan yet, but I felt determined to find a solution somehow.
I headed straight to Shilpa's shop. A couple of customers were present, and Shilpa was busy attending to them. She greeted me with a warm smile and silently indicated that she needed a moment to assist them. Understanding her gesture, I took a seat on a nearby chair, allowing her to focus on her customers.
 
Shilpa was wearing a saree this time, which seemed to transform her appearance entirely. The elegant dbanging of the fabric accentuated her curves, giving her an air of gracefulness. Along with her slightly visible belly, the bulge of her ample breasts was also noticeable from the side. As she moved around the shop, attending to the customers, I couldn't help but notice her well-rounded ass.
 
Once the customers left, Shilpa approached me, apologizing for keeping me waiting. I said it is okay. She smiled.
"You look better. Thank God, I didn't kill you the other day," I remarked with a smile.
She stood in front of me, and I couldn't help but stare at her, noticing a sense of fondness hiding in the corner of her eyes. As I continued to gaze at her, she eventually looked away with a shy laugh.
 
It didn't take me long to realize that our silent bond had become a hundred times stronger than we had previously experienced.
 
As we were beginning to talk, another customer entered the shop. Shilpa looked at me apologetically again, and turned to attend to the lady customer. Luckily, the woman didn't stay for long. As soon as she left, Shilpa turned to me.
"We are not going to get privacy here," she remarked.
"It's good, right? They are customers," I said.
"Today I don't want customers. Let's close this," Shilpa said decisively, not waiting for my reaction. She locked her drawer and picked up her bag.
"Where?" I wondered.
"Let's go home," she suggested.
 
I wasn't particularly interested in visiting her house again, but I didn't bother interrupting her. I merely followed her. She had a scooty, and I sat behind her. Her deep-cut blouse gave me a nice view of her shoulder and back. I also caught the fragrance of her perfume. Even though she wasn't as young or beautiful as Shubha, she had an attractive personality of her own. She possessed everything that could satisfy a man. Yet, her husband chose to cheat on her.
 
As we rode, disturbing thoughts crowded my mind. Why would he do that? Was it because he happened to meet a young woman like Shubha? Or did my wife trap him with her alluring beauty? Was she lonely and desperate since moving to Hyderabad, longing for a man's comfort?
Lost in thought, I didn't realize when we reached our destination. Shilpa turned and looked over her shoulder, bringing me back to the present.
"Oh," I said as I alighted. "Sorry, I was lost in thoughts. I didn't know we had reached."
Shilpa nodded. "I have lost count of how many times I have overboiled my milk and spilled it in the past two weeks," she said, sharing a glimpse of her daily struggles.
 
The scooty had stopped just outside the gate. I opened it and allowed her to ride in. Then we walked to the main door. She opened it and looked at me.
"Come in, Manav," she invited.
As we settled on the sofa, finally finding a space where we could open up, Shilpa poured her heart out to me, revealing the turmoil she had been facing ever since discovering her husband's infidelity. "I haven't been able to sleep properly for weeks," she confessed, her voice heavy with emotion. "Every time Sethu comes home late, I can't help but imagine him with Shubha. And when he finally does return, I find myself searching for any signs that he's been with another woman."
I listened attentively, my heart aching for Shilpa. "I can imagine how difficult this must be for you, I have endured it myself." I said softly, reaching out to place my palm over hers to offer comfort.
Shilpa nodded, her eyes filled with tears. "I feel so small, so insulted," she admitted, her voice trembling with emotion. "I'm angry, devastated, and utterly helpless. There are moments when I just want to lash out, to hurt him the way he's hurt me. But then I remember that he's the father of my son."
 
My heart sank as I watched Shilpa struggle with her emotions. I could see another version of myself in her. And I also felt relieved that I was there to help her share her feelings. Because when I had gone through the same pain, I had none to cry to.
"Is there any way we can handle this without my son finding out?" Shilpa asked gently, her voice filled with concern. Tears were streaming down her face.
I did not say anything. I had no answer.
Shilpa shook her head, tears streaming down her face. She went on. "My son idolizes Sethu. The thought of him finding out the truth... It terrifies me."
She was on the brink of breaking down, and I moved close to her. Shilpa leaned toward me, allowing me to pull her into a comforting embrace.
"You're not alone in this. We'll figure this out together," I promised, holding her close as she cried.
After some time, Shilpa asked me if I still had their video on my phone. I hesitated, unsure if it was the right thing to do. But she insisted, saying she was alright and wouldn't collapse like last time. She assured me that she needed to face the truth. Reluctantly, I pulled out my phone and showed her the video. She watched it silently, her expression shifting from disbelief to shock.
 
"Oh my god!" she exclaimed a couple of times, her voice barely above a whisper. I could see the struggle in her eyes as she witnessed the explicit scene of her husband copulating with another woman.
"She's so beautiful," Shilpa murmured, her voice tinged with sadness. "Why would he come back to me?" It was as if she was questioning her own worth, her confidence shattered by her husband's actions. "I don't know if he ever saw me as a beautiful woman. I was such a fool."
Shilpa didn't watch the video till the end. She handed the phone back to me, her eyes reflecting a mixture of pain and curiosity. "Don't you hate your wife, Manav?" she asked, her gaze penetrating mine.
"I have started to," I admitted with a heavy sigh. "But I sometimes feel like it's my fault because I'm the one who put her in this state. And after seeing this, I feel like I wasn't the right person for her." I paused, feeling a surge of insecurity wash over me. "I mean... I can never satisfy Shubha like Sethu was able to. I never knew she was longing for sex this much."
Shilpa shook her head sideways, her expression softening with compassion. "No, that's not true," she said firmly. "Because he never did such things with me. This is not how he was as a husband to me. This is just... lust at an insane level. Maybe he's just crazy because he's getting to have a meal that wasn't his."
Her words resonated with me, offering a glimmer of understanding amidst the confusion and hurt.
"Do you hate him?" I asked, bracing myself for her response.
"Yes," Shilpa replied without hesitation. "I hate him so much that I want to kill him. And it makes me sad that I can't and I won't do that. It just makes my life more miserable, every day passing with the pain just rising and rising."
I placed my hand over hers, offering what little comfort I could. "I'm sorry, Shilpa," I murmured, my heart aching for her. "Your life would have gone alright if I hadn't met you."
Shilpa gripped my hand tightly, her eyes searching mine. "Don't say that," she insisted firmly. "If you gave me a choice to take this pain or to live the life of an idiot who didn't know her husband was banging another woman every other night before coming home, then I would have chosen the pain only. I can't imagine not knowing it all now."
I looked at her in the eyes, and nodded slowly.
"I'm thinking of divorce," she continued, her voice filled with determination. "But just walking away wouldn't hurt him as much as he hurt me, right? I want revenge."
"How?" I asked, feeling a sense of helplessness wash over me.
"I don't know," Shilpa admitted, her gaze distant as she contemplated her next steps. “The thought of divorcing Sethu… it scares me. But at the same time, I can’t bear the thought of living in this misery any longer.”
I reached out to gently wipe the tear from her cheek, my heart aching as I knew whatever she was telling me applied to me as well. “You don’t have to make any decisions right now,” I assured her. “We’ll find a way, maybe one step at a time. And I think the first step is to confront them.”
Shilpa nodded and then looked into my eyes.
“Yes, we should face them first. We should together make them face us.”
We gazed at each other, as if lost in each other’s eyes. I could sense her breathing. I wasn't looking at her lips, but I could see them shivering. I reached out again to wipe the wetness from her cheek, moving to the other side, and my fingers lingered as if to feel the softness of her facial skin. Shilpa slowly turned her face to me, and I could hear her breathing. I could hear my own heartbeats.
It was a moment I could no longer ignore the growing tension between us – a magnetic pull that seemed to draw us closer with each passing moment. I knew I could break it if I looked away. But I did not.
And I don’t remember if I did it deliberately, but I nodded slightly.
The next moment, Shilpa leaned in closer, and our breaths joined. I felt all doubts and hesitations vanishing, replaced by an overwhelming sense of urgency and longing.
I opened my mouth and engulfed her lips, and I surrendered myself to the moment. She parted her lips too, and I felt her body pushing into my hands, as if acknowledging an unspoken but undeniable bond that had been building between us.
 
My palm traced behind her ear, and I savoured her lips, infusing the kiss with more passion with each passing moment. I could feel my blood boiling with desire – an emotion that had been hidden for a while – and I felt an urge to push her to the sofa and continue making out with her. But I knew that wasn't why I had come.
I had come to save us from the pain, not to provide us a momentary escape.
Summoning all my strength, I broke the kiss and pulled away.
“I... I am sorry,” I uttered, my words still carrying the weight of my desire to kiss her again. “This is not why I came here. We shouldn’t do this.”
Shilpa shook her head sideways, “Don’t be confused about what this is, Manav.” Her voice was filled with desperation. She then grabbed my hand, which I had taken off her. “Don’t leave me like this, Manav," she pleaded, her eyes searching mine with a mixture of longing and vulnerability. "I need you. Just... be with me."
Her words struck a chord deep within me, and I again felt she was speaking on behalf of me. I knew what she wanted from me at this moment. And I knew what I wanted from her. But my tongue was tied, unsure of what to speak.
“Come with me, Manav,” Shilpa grabbed my hand and got up to walk towards her bedroom.
 
Without a word, I followed Shilpa as she led me to her bedroom, the weight of each step echoing the confusion raging within me. I began to hesitate, my mind filling with doubts and uncertainties. But as Shilpa turned to face me, her expression filled with longing, I felt a sense of clarity wash over me.
"Don't think of anything else," she whispered in a voice I could barely hear. "Just... me."
She knew of my mental state. Perhaps she knew it was a reflection her own.
With a silent nod, I let go of my reservations, allowing myself to be consumed by a raging emotion which I would later realize as hatred. I acknowledged with thrill that I was not romantically attracted to this woman, yet I remained in this moment because I deserved to be in it.
As I entered the bedroom, I noticed Sethu’s shirt hanging on the wall – instantly signalling that I was intruding on his private space. The bed, neatly arranged after a night of sleep before he left for the office in the morning, awaited me. I felt the grip on my hand tighten. Shilpa stopped by the bed and turned to me. Without hesitation, I moved closer and met her gaze.
As Shilpa dropped the pleat of her saree, revealing the bare curves of her body, I could tell she was as desperate as me to prove the same point. We were both discarding things that our partners believed belonged to them—our passion and desire. And it felt liberating to let our primal instincts take over.
From that moment, there was no room for hesitation or doubt.
 
Shilpa nodded, and I eagerly kissed her. Our kiss seemed to convey a message, filled with fervent sucking and the mingling of our lips and saliva. Our arms traced circles around each other's bodies initially, before I reached to unhook her blouse, revealing her bra-clad breasts. As I had observed earlier in the day, her breasts were significantly larger than my wife's, and as I leaned down to kiss her, I eagerly buried my face in their abundance. I circled my tongue around her nipples to quickly make them erect, and Shilpa helped me further by removing her bra completely.
As I stood up and resumed kissing her, her hand ventured down to caress between my legs. Without hesitation, I quickly unbuttoned my pants and lowered them. There was a palpable sense of urgency in our movements by then. Shilpa escalated things rapidly as she slid her hand inside my underwear to grasp my dick. She then sat on the edge of the bed, pulling my erection out of hiding. I knew exactly what she intended to do, and it was precisely what I desired. First, I removed my shirt and let my pants drop to my ankles, then moved closer to her face. My erection had already reached its peak form. Shilpa looked up, meeting my gaze, then leaned forward slightly to take it into her mouth. I felt the warmth of her mouth enveloping the exposed skin of my dick, causing me to gasp.
Shilpa wasn’t as experienced as Shubha. She didn’t engulf my entire penis in her mouth and throat. Perhaps she wasn't comfortable with such deep penetration. Instead, she only took it halfway, keeping her lips tight around the swollen head. However, she compensated by using her hand to stroke the other half. This created two different sensations on my manhood simultaneously – the wetness at the tip and the dry friction towards the base.
After a while, I laid her across the bed and removed the remaining part of her saree and underskirt by sliding them down her legs. Her thighs were plump, fairer than the overall tone of her body. I knew further foreplay wasn't necessary when I noticed the dampness at the center of her white panties. Swiftly, I removed them too, eliciting a sheepish smile from Shilpa as I gazed directly at her pussy – neatly trimmed with a fine layer of hair around it. It was evident she hadn't expected a man's attention there at this stage of her life. In that moment, I also became aware of the fine length of pubic hair around my own manhood. Perhaps this was why she hadn't taken my penis all the way into her mouth earlier.
 
I felt compelled to convey that there was no need to impress anyone anymore. We were here because we both deserved it. Instinctively, I spread her legs and positioned myself between her thighs, planting a wet kiss on her pussy, which made Shilpa giggle sheepishly.
"No... aaahh..."
I relished that sound, a sign that I was pleasing her. Without hesitation, I took my place between her legs and guided my dick into her pussy.

This was step one of my revenge. Our revenge.

Shilpa moaned as my dick pierced deep into her pussy, sliding in easily due to the wetness inside her. I began fucking her hard immediately, the sound of my dick moving in and out of her wet pussy filling the room. The bed squeaked, adding to my satisfaction as I realized I was in Sethu's bed, making love to his wife. The thought was as thrilling as the sensation of my cock inside her, driving me to push deeper. I lifted both of her legs and started slamming harder, initially causing Shilpa to struggle for breath, but she quickly adapted to the position.
She wasn’t as vocal as my wife in bed with Sethu, but I could see that Shilpa was enjoying herself. The sparkle in her eyes and the undulating movement of her creamy belly indicated that I was hitting the right spot. Eventually, she expressed her desire to change positions.
"Take me from behind. You'll love it more," she assured, getting onto all fours. I was delighted to admire her full, glorious ass and wasted no time in accepting the invitation. I caressed her ass cheeks, even giving them a playful slap, before gripping her hips with one hand and guiding my dick back into her pussy with the other.
"Aaaahhh… yes…" Shilpa gasped as I thrust into her from behind, indicating how much she loved this position. I wasn’t sure if it was a position Sethu used to fuck her regularly, but I had already developed an impression that it would be true.
The sight of her beautiful ass and the sensation of my dick disappearing into her made it a profoundly enjoyable experience. With both hands firmly gripping her hips, I began to thrust with determination, the sound of my body hitting the softness of her ass resonating through the room.
"Yea….. Manav… yes… yes… mmm…. fuck…!" Shilpa had started to show signs of getting to the peak of her pleasure, making me move intensely. As she approached her climatic pleasure, I leaned forward to grasp her hair and intensified my thrusts. Eventually, we both reached the peak together. I released my load inside her as she struggled to catch her breath, her grip tight on the pillows. Collapsing onto Sethu's marital bed, we lay spent, a profound sense of satisfaction washing over me, unlike anything I had ever felt before.
In that moment, I realized I had found solace—a temporary yet undeniable escape from the pain and betrayal that had shattered my life. As we surrendered to the passion that consumed us, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of liberation sweeping over me—a silent acknowledgement of the healing power of sex, even in the darkest of times.
But as I lay there in the bed with Shilpa, I found myself unable to shake off the events that had just transpired. Did I do the right thing? Did I take advantage of her? These questions plagued my mind incessantly.
 

I turned to her and asked, "How do you feel?" Her response was unexpected but comforting. "Worthy again," she said quietly.

 

Her words struck a chord within me. They made me realize that perhaps, just perhaps, we both discovered something essential in each other. It wasn't merely about physical gratification; it was about seeking solace in our share pain and hunger for revenge. And in that moment, despite the ambiguity surrounding our choices, I felt a profound sense of calmness envelop me.

We took our sweet time before we rose from the bed. We exchanged smiles before heading to the washroom one by one. As I came out from the washroom, she had almost worn her saree back. I was still completely naked. But I did not feel shy. I grabbed my clothes and started wearing it, smiling at her. She smiled back at me.

We had found our comfort zone.

As I made my way to the gate, Shilpa followed me.

"I will remember this moment," she said softly, her words carrying the weight of acknowledgment. "Not because it was something I longed for, but because it was what we had to do."

Her words struck a chord within me, resonating with the complexity of our experience. Despite knowing that there was no need to cherish it, it felt like it was a purposeful experience.

"I wish Sethu knew of it somehow," Shilpa continued, her voice tinged with a hint of determination. "I wish he could feel the same way I do."

 

As I made my way back to the railway station, Shilpa's words echoed in my mind, haunting me with their raw honesty. I imagined Shubha's reaction if she were to discover my encounter, especially with Sethu's wife. The thought of her discovering the truth filled me with a strange sense of satisfaction.

 

There were two possible outcomes to consider. On one hand, Shubha might be confronted with the harsh reality of her own actions, forced to confront the consequences of her betrayal. It was a scenario that held a certain appeal, a chance for her to finally see herself reflected in the mirror of her own choices.

 

But on the other hand, there was the possibility that she would simply walk away, ending our relation forever. It was a disturbing thought because I knew that I was the one with the right to walk away from her, not the other way around.

 

Yet, as the days passed and my mind grew more settled, I found myself increasingly drawn to the idea of Shubha experiencing a shock of her own. She needed to witness the consequences of her actions, to understand the depth of the pain she had caused.

It was a decision I made with a sense of grim determination, a silent declaration echoing in the depths of my mind. Shubha needed to see this moment, to understand the gravity of her betrayal, no matter the cost.

[krish_999]

Chapter - Six

 

The next time I visited Hyderabad, I was prepared. I arrived and spent the night with Shubha. In bed, I couldn't shake off the memory of how I was treated by Sethu's wife. It fueled me, giving me an energy I hadn't felt before. I was rough with Shubha, grabbing her hair and fucking her from behind, eliciting screams reminiscent of Shilpa's from the other day. Shubha cried, both with pleasure and pain.

In the end, I shot my load deep inside her with a great level of satisfaction, despite Shubha pleading with me to pull out.

“I’m not safe, why didn’t you listen, Manav?” She didn’t hide her displeasure once the storm settled.

I loved her reaction. Because I didn’t care what I did. I was filled with satisfaction that I had done what I deserved to do.

“I got carried away, Shubha. Don’t worry, we’ll handle this.”

“You better do,” she said.

In the night too, I repeated the act by fucking her roughly and filling her with my sperm. Her request to play safe only intensified my pleasure. Perhaps I saw it as a move to assert my dominance, or I didn’t care. I don’t know.

When it was over, and Shubha struggled to catch her breath, she spoke with a smile. "You were waiting for this weekend. I can see it."

I didn't smile outwardly, but inwardly, I agreed. Yes, I was indeed waiting for this moment, fueled by a desire for retribution. In my mind, she had become a property of Sethu, and with each time I used her merely for my pleasure, I felt I was taking the second step of my revenge.

 

The next evening, I extended an invitation to Sethu. I didn't explicitly ask him to bring liquor, but as expected, he arrived with a bottle in hand, his mind undoubtedly clouded with his usual dirty fantasies. I then began to play the calculated game, pretending to be drinking more than him.

At one point, I excused myself to step out of the house and made a call to Shilpa.

"Can you come to my wife's place? Sethu is here. He's going to spend the night with her," I explained urgently.

"Are you there?" Shilpa asked, her voice tinged with confusion. "How is Sethu going to spend the night with Shubha despite you being there?"

I could understand her confusion. Taking a breath, I replied, "He's offered me drinks, after drinking it I'll pretend to pass out. We want to catch them in the act. It's the only way to expose their betrayal at its peak brutality."

"I'm coming. But I don't know the address," Shilpa responded quickly.

I forwarded her the pinned address and returned inside. Sethu was standing in the kitchen when I re-entered.

 

"I'm trying to help your wife in cooking, Manav," he mentioned casually, seemingly unfazed by my presence.

"You can learn from her. She's a good cook, bro," I responded with forced cheeriness. Sethu chuckled in agreement, acknowledging my comment.

Seizing the opportunity, I discreetly emptied my glass into the nearby flower pot and swiftly refilled it with water. Out of the five pegs Sethu poured into my glass, I managed to waste three. Soon after, I pretended to feel the effects of the drinks and excused myself to have a small share of dinner.

 

Acting drunk, I returned to my old position on the sofa and closed my eyes, faking sleep. In the next few minutes, everything seemed to blur into darkness as I listened to Sethu's excited and lustful voice.

"Your hubby is my saviour," Sethu declared, his tone dripping with anticipation. "Come, darling."

I felt a knot form in my stomach as Sethu led my wife to her bed – supposed to by our marital bed – and she obediently followed. Despite having every reason to hate her, the truth that she was preparing to get fucked by another man left me tormented, yet again.

I couldn't hear any sounds for some time after the door closed. I sat like a statue, staring at it, my hearing becoming sharper with each passing moment. Then, I heard slight bed squeaks as they climbed onto the bed. I couldn't make out whether they had already laid on it, but soon enough, I heard muted moans from my wife. It was evident that her voice was being suppressed by his eager kisses.

 

This was followed by the sound of further movements. Were they taking off their clothes? I wondered.

 

My doubt lasted only a few seconds. I heard the unmistakable sound of a man thrusting his member into a woman's pussy, accompanied by her soft cries of pleasure. Sethu had already claimed my wife’s body.

 

As soon as I heard the sounds of their lovemaking, I hastily dialed Shilpa's number. She was on her way, and I whispered for her to hurry up. With bated breath, I waited outside Shubha's bedroom, my heart pounding in my chest as I strained to listen.

The noises emanating from within the room were unmistakable—a symphony of pleasure and ecstasy. "Aaah... aaaa... aah... slow... Sethu... please... aah...!" Shubha's voice echoed through the door, each moan and sigh punctuating the air.

 

Her cries made the moans and screams she had shared with me for the past two days seem distant. How could she welcome her lover and spread her legs with absolute lack of remorse? She had become an enigma. The woman I had sent to Hyderabad many months ago had a heart, and I thought it beat for me. Now, as she cried out to encourage another man to fill her married pussy without reservation, she wanted him to consume her. She wanted to be consumed.

I felt a mixture of anger and helplessness rising within me as I listened. It was evident that Sethu had successfully entangled Shubha in his web of desire, intoxicating her and exerting complete control over her.

 

I dialed Shilpa’s number again, urgency and frustration trembling in my low voice. "Shilpa, hurry, for god's sake!" I urged. "They're inside, and I can't do this alone."

 

Each passing second felt like an eternity as I waited for Shilpa to arrive, the sounds of Shubha's pleasure tormenting me. I clenched my fists in frustration, my mind swirling with a mixture of emotions—anger, betrayal, and a desperate longing for justice.

 

As soon as Shilpa arrived, I welcomed her quietly, gesturing for her to remain calm as I closed the door quietly. Shilpa entered the hall and stood there for a moment, stunned. Shubha's moans echoed through the air, filling the room with their intensity. Shilpa put her palm to her mouth, unable to move anything else. I feared she would collapse on the floor like the other day.

 

Stepping forward, I took her in my arms without a word, offering a moment of comfort. She hugged me tight, pressing her head onto my shoulder as silent tears fell. "Hey…" I whispered, "Nothing can hurt you anymore. There is nothing they can do to us."

She shook her head and swallowed, her lips quivering as she struggled to stand. The noise from the bedroom fluctuated as our cheating partners continued their pleasure ride with alternating pace. Shubha’s moans were interrupted by Sethu’s heavy breathing, fucking her like it was his last chance.

“We need to confront them. Now,” I whispered with my voice barely audible over the sounds from the bedroom. “Are you ready?”

Shilpa looked at the closed door and then back at me, uncertainty flickering in her eyes. I grabbed her hand, offering reassurance. She swallowed again, nodding slowly. “Yes.”

 

With a surge of adrenaline coursing through my veins, I walked across the hall and pounded on the door with all my strength, the blow echoing through the house like thunder. As if the force of my anger had instilled me with superhuman strength, I raised my leg and delivered a powerful kick to the center of the door. The weak latch gave way without any defence, and the door swung open with a violent crash.

 

The bedroom was well-lit, enough to reveal everything with just one look. Shubha and Sethu froze in shock, their naked bodies exposed as though in broad daylight. Sethu was atop my wife in a missionary sex position, while Shubha’s legs and arms were wrapped around him in a desperate embrace. Sethu was caught mid-thrust, and as he instinctively pulled back in shock, his fully erect dick was abruptly removed from its pleasure of valley. Everything unfolded in a fraction of a second, yet I still caught a glimpse of his glistening member – the rawest evidence of their illicit encounter.

 

They both scrambled to cover themselves, their movements frantic with fear and shock. With a fierce determination burning in my chest, I moved forward, my eyes fixed on their discarded clothes scattered across the bed. I swiftly snatched them up, along with the blanket, denying them any chance of escape. Shilpa stood beside me, preventing them any chance of getting out of the bed.

 

Sethu and Shubha searched desperately for cover in a panicked frenzy. Anticipating their next move, I spotted their respective undergarments hanging on the edge of the bed. With a swift strike, I hit them with the clothes in my hand and felled them on the floor. Then I moved it under the bed with my foot. Their futile attempts to cover their naked bodies only strengthened my determination to confront them head-on.

 

Shubha and Sethu sat there, completely naked and vulnerable, trying to cover their private parts with bare hands and folded knees, their faces drained of color as they realized the magnitude of the lightning that struck them. Panic flickered in their eyes as they searched for words, but before they could speak, I silenced them with a look of pure contempt.

"You thought you could get away with this?" I shouted, my voice dripping with scorn. "With betraying us like this?"

Shubha's voice quivered as she struggled to form a response. "Manav, please, I’m sorry… It’s not what you think…"

"Not what I think?" I interrupted, my anger boiling over. "You're naked in bed with another man, Shubha! You are caught fucking another man! How can you even try to deny it?"

Sethu's face paled with fear as he stammered, "Manav, listen, please…"

"No, you listen!" I snapped, cutting him off. "You've both betrayed us in the worst possible way. You've destroyed everything we had together."

Shilpa stepped forward, her eyes blazing with fury. "You cheater! Do you even realize what you've done? Do you have any idea the pain you've caused? How could you do this? How could you forget me? How could you forget our son, Sethu? Oh fuck, what are you?"

As Shilpa’s advance made them feel even more cornered, Sethu withdrew to the corner of the bed and grabbed the bed sheet he was sitting on. He pulled it forcefully, and Shubha joined him in the desperate act to hide their dignity. They succeeded in covering their respective bodies partially with opposite ends of the sheet. Shubha had started crying.

"Please, Manav…" she begged, tears streaming down her face. ”We made a mistake. We're so sorry…"

Sethu's voice cracked as he joined in. "We never meant to hurt you. Please, we didn’t mean to… it… it just happened…"

I ignored him as I stepped forward, confronting Shubha with a glare. "How could you do this to me, Shubha? Didn’t I love you? Why did you have to do this?" I asked.

Shubha lowered her face into her palms are cried. She had no answers.

Sethu’s remorse was evident in his eyes as he reached out to Shilpa, his voice filled with regret. "I'm sorry, Shilpa. I'm so sorry," he pleaded, his voice thick with emotion.

Shubha's cries were getting louder, her sobs echoing through the room as she struggled to find words. She looked up but struggled to look at my eyes. "I don't know, Manav... I don't know," she choked out, her voice breaking with emotion.

But my patience was wearing thin. "Sorry isn't enough, Shubha," I snapped, my voice rising with frustration. "You've shattered everything we had. How could you come back to me after sleeping with him so many times, like nothing happened?"

Shilpa turned to Sethu. "You think saying sorry will fix everything? You slept with another woman, Sethu. How could you even look at me after that? Every night you come late home, I can’t do anything else but wonder if you are coming back from her bed. I can’t believe how I survived that entire trauma."

I looked at Shubha, my eyes repeating the question at her. She again buried her face in her hands, unable to meet my gaze. "I don't know what got into me, Manav. I'm so sorry," she sobbed, her words barely audible through her tears.

But my heart felt like it had turned to stone. "I can't forgive you, Shubha," I said, my voice cold and distant. "Not after what you've done to me."

Sethu began to speak, "I'll do anything to make it right, Shilpa. Please forgive me," he pleaded, his eyes filled with desperation.

Shilpa's eyes glistened with tears as she turned away from Sethu. "I will never trust you again, Sethu," she whispered, her voice filled with sadness. "You've broken my heart."

 

After a tense moment of silence, I tossed their clothes to them with disgust. They scrambled to cover their nakedness, their movements frantic and desperate. Sethu's once erect member had now become a mere shadow of its former self as he hastily dressed himself. Shubha's tears continued to flow, her face contorted with shame and regret as she pulled on her clothes.

 

As they emerged from the bedroom, Sethu's eyes met Shilpa's, filled with a silent plea. "Come home with me, Shilpa," he begged, his voice tinged with desperation.

Shilpa's eyes narrowed with contempt. "You have the audacity to ask me that?" she spat, her voice dripping with scorn. "After what you've done?"

Her words hit Sethu like a slap to the face, his expression falling as he realized the depth of his crime. "We... We have a son, Shilpa," he stammered, his voice barely above a whisper. "Please... think of him."

"You remember now?” Shilpa's eyes flashed with anger and she mockingly laughed at him. “How do you think he'll feel when he finds out his father's a cheater?" she demanded, her voice rising with fury. "Do you even care?"

Sethu's face paled with guilt as he looked away, unable to meet Shilpa's gaze. "Please, Shilpa," he pleaded, his voice filled with desperation. "Don't tell anyone. I'll do anything..."

 

Shubha suddenly turned to Sethu as if shocked, "you have a son?" she exclaimed, her voice tinged with disbelief. "You told me you didn't have any kids!"

Sethu's silence spoke volumes as Shubha turned to Shilpa, her eyes filled with remorse. "I'm so sorry, Shilpa," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the chaos of the moment. "I never meant for any of this to happen."

As Shubha's explanation unfolded, I felt a surge of disbelief and anger rising within me. "So you were planning a life with him?" I asked, my voice quivering.

Shubha shook her head vigorously, tears streaming down her cheeks. "No, Manav, never," she sobbed, her words choked with emotion. "I never thought of leaving you."

"Then how could you let this happen?" I asked angrily. "How could you betray me like this?"

Shubha's shoulders drooped as she struggled to explain. "It wasn't like that, Manav," she whispered, her voice barely audible amidst the chaos. "It just... it just happened."

I narrowed my eyes, my scepticism evident in my tone. "So you're saying it was all just a coincidence?" I questioned, my voice tinged with doubt.

Shubha nodded frantically, desperation written across her tear-stained face. "Yes, Manav, I swear," she pleaded. "I never meant for any of this to happen. Sethu was there for me when I needed someone. He was kind to me, and I... I was lonely."

 

A heavy silence settled over us as Shubha's confession hung in the air. Her tears continued to flow. "I'm so sorry, Manav," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "I never meant to hurt you."

To be honest, for once I wished I could belief her and forgive her. But the next moment I knew that there is no purpose of rebuilding what had been shattered long ago. Like Shilpa had told her husband, I would never trust my wife.

“You guys can fetch any excuses but it won’t do any good.” Shilpa said, alternating her gaze between Sethu and Shubha. "Of course, I'll go back to the house," she went on with her gaze on the ground, her tone devoid of emotion. "But don't mistake my return for reconciliation. Our marriage ended the moment you betrayed me."

She then turned to face Sethu. "You know what? I've cheated on you too," she declared. "I've been intimate with your girlfriend's husband. And I want you to know that he was great in bed."

I was surprised at her confession, but I was relieved instantly that she did it. Because unknown to me, I was dying to scream at my wife that I had slept with another woman. I studied Shubha’s face to see her reaction. The confession had indeed stung her. She stared at Shilpa like the latter had committed a heinous crime.

Shilpa was unfazed. "We did it to find some semblance of peace," she explained, her voice stern. "Not out of desire, but out of vengeance."

Sethu too, stared at her like she had robbed something dearly from him.

"I'm going back home to our child, but we are not going to live together again, Sethu," Shilpa's voice was steady, her words filled with resolve. "Because you don't deserve to be his father. He deserves better than to bear the burden of your betrayal. This is the end of our marriage. I will live alone rather than seeing your face every day."

With that, Shilpa turned away. She paused at the door to nod at me, and I felt she was mutely saying goodbye. I nodded back at her and she quickly left the house.

Having no purpose of hanging around, Sethu too, followed her.

 

“I’m glad I met her.” I turned to Shubha. “Because she gave me a reason to be equal. You know what, when I came to know about your betrayal, I first decided to end my life. But I could not. I am lucky that I didn’t have the courage to kill myself. I would have been a fool if I did. Shilpa said it right. I found my lost sleep only after cheating on you. Just walking away wouldn’t make any sense. This is how it should end…”

“If you have also done the same thing, then why are you ending our marriage?” Shubha argued, her voice weak though.

“Shubha, there was a reason why you cheated on me, and that too, not once. Many times. I have seen you spreading your legs for that man, spending long spells on your knee feasting on his dick. I have seen how you have been holding him dearly when you did all that. Your love for me wasn’t real. That’s the truth.”

“Don’t say that, Manav. Please…”

“Then how did this happen?” I raised my voice.

Shubha's eyes become teary again. "I told you, Sethu... he was there for me when I needed someone the most. He showed me kindness during my struggles, and I... I was so lonely... And then, when he told me about his struggles too, I… I don’t know. It happened once. And I thought it would stop there. But he came back after a week and…and…” her head was down as she struggled to find justification in her own words.

“He said he didn’t have kids so you thought you could help him, huh?” I asked scornfully.

“He said he was living in loneliness, trapped in a marriage devoid of love and understanding. I never intended for any of this to happen, but I felt I should provide some sort of comfort to his pain. And then it happened… and I could not stop.”

I stood in silence for a few minutes.

“You know, if you think you can make a change to my heart by this confession, then you are mistaken. I'm going to leave you here, Shubha," I said after a while, my tone devoid of emotion. "I know you are not in the right mental frame to propose anything. But I don't care about you anymore. I'm leaving."

Shubha looked at me, her eyes filled with tears, but I remained unmoved. "You should talk to yourself before trying to talk to me," I stated firmly, turning away from her. I gathered my belongings and walked out, leaving Shubha behind.

 

I headed straight to the railway station. On my way, I felt my heart beating hard for long, but I felt like a weight was off my mind. I had finally confronted my wife. I had confronted me. I had confronted my insecurities.

I had decided to move on. I was not going to live with a person who didn’t love me. Or, in other words, didn’t know the meaning of love.

 

Returning to Solapur that same night, I made a conscious decision to distance myself from Shubha. I couldn't bear to hear her justifications or explanations, knowing they would only serve to weaken my resolve. Despite the pain, I couldn't shake the memories of our past together, the love we once shared.

 

Weeks passed, and I threw myself into my work and caring for my parents. The weight of the pain in my heart lessened with each passing day, and I found myself grateful to Shilpa for giving me the opportunity to break free from the cycle of hurt.

 

Although Shilpa had started the divorce proceedings, I remained undecided about my own marriage. The memories of Shubha, of the life we once had, continued to linger in my mind, casting a shadow over any possibility of closure. But with each passing day, I am finding myself slowly letting go of the pain, inching closer to a future free from that chapter of nightmare.

Sometimes I think it was nothing but a nightmare which I forgot to wake up from. Because it makes me feel better.

Hopeful that one day I am going to wake up.

 

-------THE END-------

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A whirlwind story and a convincing ending.