Adultery Knowing My Wife, Knowing Me As Well - part III

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Krish brother plzz update today is the date

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Just like krish(character) we also can't enjoy the sex in this series

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For me the best chapter was the chapter where Meera and Desai had their "First Night". The build-up to that moment was great , but unlike part 1 and part 2 of this series. There is a lack of actual cuckold voyeur session. I hope one day Krish gets to write it and we truly see Desai and Meera have sex through Krish's eyes.

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Chapter - 42

I had stopped the car at a crossroad. I thought about going to Nidhi’s house to meet her. As I did a quick calculation, I realised that her house was not too far from the highway. Being Sunday night I knew she would be home. With that thought I took a U-turn.

 
As I drove past a bar, I felt the thirst to have a few shots of whiskey. My body was on fire and my heart was still beating like a machine. But I chose not to stop anywhere.
I didn't want to spend my time on the road anymore. I wanted to find a bed and sleep so that this night would end somehow. And I knew there was no such place in this big city.
I reached Parvati's house in half an hour. The front side of the house was dark. I felt that Parvati and Nidhi were sleeping. The street lights and a few neighbourhood lights were still on. I hesitated for a moment whether it was right to disturb them so late at night.
But that didn't stop me from walking up to that door and ringing the doorbell. A few minutes later I saw light in the hall.
 
Parvati opened the door as expected.
She was surprised to see me.
"Krish!"
Her eyes widened for a moment, but she turned serious when she saw my expression.
“What happened, Krish? That too at this time?”
I stared at her for a moment. I did not expect such a question.
"Come in."
Glancing behind me, she invited me inside.
I felt my steps grow weaker as I stepped inside.
"I came to see Nidhi, Parvati. I wanted the keys of my office."
I said in a weak voice.
"She's not here. Didn't you call her?"
Parvati said.
I was taken aback.
I told her my phone is switched off.
“She is at my sister's house and told me she would go to office directly, in the morning. So the key must be with her. Is it urgent?"
"No, nothing so urgent," I said. “Don't call her. No mess."
“Sit down Krish. Something is not right. Don't mind me asking again, but are you alright?”
I was struggling to face her. I didn't know why.
“It doesn't matter Parvati. I'm fine, I think I'm fine. "
"Your voice…" repeated Parvati. ”When I hear your voice I know something is wrong. Tell me, Krish. Is it about the office? If it's important I'll call Nidhi. Nothing more important..."
"Please sit, Parvati."
I said sitting on the small sofa in the hall.
“Nothing happened to the company. It has nothing to do with that company. Today was not a good day for me. I am tired, Parvati.”
"I can see that. Did you have dinner?"
She asked as she sat down in the chair next to me.
I had totally forgotten about dinner.
I shook my head no.
“I… I don't want dinner. I don't feel hungry. "
“Didn't you have dinner? Wait, I'll get something on the dinner table.”
Parvati got up and started walking towards the kitchen.
"Oh, Parvati... nothing. I just came here to get the office key.”
"But why do you need it now?"
“Nothing, Parvati. I just need a place to rest.”
“I don't understand what you are saying. Okay, leave it but why are you refusing to even have dinner?”
“I told you, Parvati. I am not hungry. I'm skipping dinner.”
“Okay. Don't have dinner if you don't want.”
Parvati said and hurried to the kitchen. She returned with a glass of milk.
“Don't say no to this.”
She handed me the milk. I hesitated when I took it. But as I started to drink it, I felt my throat was just waiting for it. I finished it in one go and kept the empty glass down.
Parvati smiled.
“Thank you, Krish.”
She immediately took the glass to the kitchen and came back.
“Do you must rest in the office?” She asked and went on before I could reply. “I mean if you want to stay here then it is okay; you can leave in the morning.”
“Parvati…” I didn't know what to say.
“You look tired. You should rest now.”
Parvati said again.
I took a long breath and wiped my face.
Parvati shook her head understandingly.
“You can sleep in my mother-in-law’s room. I will get it ready in a few minutes. Are you sure you don’t want to eat anything? There’s enough food left in my kitchen to feed you.”
“I would have asked if I was hungry, Parvati. Thank you.” I said.
Parvati shook her head and went to her mother-in-law's room. However, she returned immediately. She said the room will take a while to get ready.
“You don’t have to wait until then. You can sleep in my room instead. I will sleep in my mother-in-law’s room.” She suggested.
I hesitated.
“Parvati, I am not sure if I should sleep here. I think it won't be appropriate...”
“Come on, Krish. Don't be formal. I don't like you to be formal with me. I know we are much closer than that.” She held out her hand, “come.”
I thought she was forwarding her hand to me. I looked into her eyes and grabbed her hand. I saw her looking surprised and then only I realised my mistake.
I quickly pulled my hand back. “Sorry.”
Parvati smiled.
“It’s okay.” She said and grabbed my hand. “Why are you behaving so nervously?”
Her hand was cold. I could feel the slight wetness because she was washing the glass in the kitchen a few moments ago.
Holding my hand, Parvati walked me to her bedroom.
 
I was a medium-size room and at its centre was her bed. It was a regular-sized bed on a standard wooden cot. I noticed a dry towel on one end of the mattress. Parvati grabbed it and a small piece of cloth fell on the floor. It was her bra.
Parvati had a shy smile on her face.
“Sorry.”
She blurted.
I just nodded to play it down. But at the same time, I noticed that she was not wearing any bra under her blouse.
“What are you thinking, Krish?”
Parvati had noticed that I was staring at the whole room.
“Nothing,” I said.
“You can take this room,” Parvati said. “I hope you can have a good night's sleep here. I will keep the water jug on the table.”
“Nothing can give me a good night's sleep tonight, Parvati.”
I said. My voice was shaking again.
“Krish,” Parvati looked into my eyes. “I have no idea what is hurting you but if my staying in this room would help you in any way, if you don’t want to spend the night alone, then I will stay.”
“My problems...” I took a deep breath. “My problems are many, Parvati. You can't fix it. I am lonelier than you can imagine.”
“What happened to Meera?”
She asked.
“She's leaving me. I'm alone.”
“What?” Parvati took a step forward, closer to me. “Krish....”
I looked down at the floor. “She chose someone else,” I said.
“What do you mean by she chose? She is married to you... How can she just choose someone over you?”
I looked up but struggled to face Parvati’s eyes.
“I said chose means she chose Desai, our friend, over me. She’s having an affair with him.”
“Did she tell you she’s leaving you for him?”
“No.”
“Then you could be wrong. They must be having just friendship.”
I stared at Parvati for a second.
“They have a sexual relationship, Parvati. She is... she enjoys it more with him than me.”
Parvati was stunned.
“But…how do you know?”
“I have seen it.”
She pressed her palm to her mouth.
“I am sorry, Krish. It's a lot... But how!”
I looked down dejectedly. I didn’t know what to say or how to say it.
 
It was just the beginning. I had to explain to a lot of people what my wife had done to me and I would struggle to do it. Because I first had to explain it to myself.
I had to convince myself of a lot of lies before selling them to the world. The pain of meeting Meera's family and my family after this would be like hell.
But as I looked at Parvati again, I thought she was the one whom I could try telling the truth.
“Parvati...” I spoke after a minute of break. “It wasn't that she started cheating on me just like that. We were friends with Desai... Friends in a way that's more than a couple can afford. You will find it tough to believe and understand”
“Has she fallen in love with him? Meera…” Parvati asked out of the blue.
“Uh... She... No.” I said. “I don't think she loves him as much as she loved me. She is just...”
“She was lovely indeed.”
"I made a mistake, Parvati. I trusted my friend Desai."
"Have you left your house?"
“I haven't decided, Parvati. My mind is in turmoil. I was not looking for a place to sleep, Parvati. I have another house. The house that we were staying in is owned by me and the other one is owned by Meera. She is going to move out, it’s easy for her. And after that Desai will take over, I’m damn sure about that. I will no longer be welcome in her life.”
Parvati said nothing. Silence prevailed for a few minutes.
 
After a while, I asked for mobile charger and put my phone on charging. As soon as it started charging, I switched on the phone.
The very next moment it started ringing. It was Meera.
“Krish, where are you? Why your phone was switched off? Come back, for god’s sake, please. Krish…”
Meera spoke nonstop. I could sense the panic in her voice.
“My phone was out of charge, Meera.” I said. “I’m at a friend’s house. I’m alright.”
“Which friend? Please come back. Or tell me the place, I’ll come there.”
“I told you I’m alright. I’ll come back in the morning. You should better sleep.”
“Krish…” her voice was softer this time. “I’m sorry. Sorry for calling you mental patient. I know I hurt you, but…”
“It’s okay.” I said. “Are you leaving tomorrow?”
“No. Please come back. Please. I love you.”
Her voice suddenly felt like a breeze in my ears.
Did I hear the right words? I wondered.
“Meera…”
“Come back as early as possible, Krish. I’ll be waiting for you.”
Meera said.
As the phone call ended, I felt it like a miracle.
She’s not leaving. She’s waiting for me. She said she loved me.
Was I overreacting?
I wondered.
 
“What did she say?” Parvati asked.
“She wants me to go back to her. She’s not leaving.”
“Isn’t it good news?”
“Yes. It is good news.”
I smiled at her.
“If you don’t mind, can we sleep in this bed, together? I just don’t want to sleep alone.”
I said.
Parvati gave me an amused smile and then said, “Yeah, sure.”
 
As Parvati lay next to me, I pulled a blanket to cover us together. I did not switch off the light as I lay awake next to her for a long.
 
In the morning I woke up with a sense of calm. I turned to Parvati. She was sleeping peacefully under the same blanket.
I put my arm around her. She woke up and spent a moment to realise where she was.
She smiled.
“Thank you,” I said.
“Are you leaving?”
She asked as she sat up on the bed.
I nodded. “I need to go back to Meera. Hopefully, everything is alright this morning.”
“Stay for the breakfast, okay?” She smiled and got off the bed slowly.
 
I checked the time it was a quarter past six. I got up and went to the washroom. When I came back Parvati was arranging the bed. My phone had a message from Meera.
‘Come soon’
I smiled at it and replied ‘I’m coming’.
Parvati had done arranging the bed. “I’ll make coffee, Krish,” she said while opening the bedroom door. I followed her to the hall.
And we were shocked to see Nidhi sitting there.
She was sitting on a sofa and staring at us.
 
"Nidhi, when did you come?"
Parvati asked. Her voice was affected by the shock.
"What is happening here? Why is he here, mom?"
Nidhi asked her and then looked at me.
"So this was the reason behind your kindness to my family, Krish sir? How long has this been going on?”
Her eyes had the power to burn me. I took a few steps forward before I spoke.
"I'm sorry you had to face this. But please understand that your mom hasn't done anything wrong. Don't make her apologise to you for anything."
"You're defending my mother? How do you defend yourself?"
Nidhi scoffed.
"Nidhi, there’s nothing that you should be ashamed of what we did. I was living the worst time of my life. I had come to get the office key from you."
"Office key? In the night?" She didn’t look convinced.
"Nidhi... Don't question him now. I'll talk to you later."
Parvati interrupted.
"Mom."
Nidhi chided her with a solid stare.
"Nidhi, let me assure you nothing is going on between us…"
I began to say and Nidhi turned to me again.
"What happened to you? You just started walking again. What has made your life so worse in such a short period?"
"It’s family issues, daughter."
Parvati said.
"What family issues?” Nidhi stared at me. “Did your wife leave you for someone else?"
She was sarcastic. But I nodded my head.
"She was about to."
Nidhi stared at me for a moment and suddenly started smiling disdainfully.
"Your wife was going to leave you and you moved on so easily? What kinda husband are you?"
"It's a bit complicated, Nidhi. I can't tell you."
"Mom," Nidhi turned to Parvati.
Parvati dismissed her and turned to me.
"You should leave, Krish. Speaking to her will only make you feel worse. I'll talk to her.” She said and looked at Nidhi. ”Leave him alone, my kid. He came here because he needed peace. You don't know what he is going through."
Nidhi gave her a disappointed look.
 
Silence prevailed in the house after that.
Parvati gave me a new toothbrush to use. By the time I returned from the bathroom, she had made poha for the breakfast. It was delicious, with some namkeen and lemon juice sprinkled over it as garnish. Despite Nidhi’s intervention, I was feeling a sense of calmness from within, simply because of Meera's phone call. Nothing else mattered to me at the moment.
Nidhi was in the kitchen, busy talking with her mom in a low voice. I felt she was questioning Parvati. I sat at the dining hall and had the breakfast silently. I felt bad for Parvati, for having to defend herself in front of her daughter.
Before I left, I requested Nidhi not to blame her mom for anything.
"She's one of the best persons I have ever met. Last night… It would have been different if you were here when I showed up here. Please believe your mom, Nidhi."
I said and felt that Nidhi nodded. That was enough for me. I walked out.
 
I headed straight to my home. Twenty minutes later, I got a phone call from Nidhi.
“Krish sir, I want to talk to you. Please come back.”
I could not sense anger in her voice. I felt she would have felt sorry and was going to apologise. I told her I would meet her at the office the next day.
“No, it’s urgent. Please. If you tell me where you have reached, I’ll ride up to there. But please don’t go home before hearing what I have to tell you.”
I was forced to stop.
“Okay, I will wait here.” I told her the place.
 
Nidhi arrived in twenty minutes. And she parked her scooty along the road side and then got into the front seat of my car.
“Mom told me your wife is having an affair with Susheel Desai.” She said straightway and looked at me as if to confirm.
For once, I felt I made a blunder by revealing it to Parvati. I should have told her to keep the secret.
“I forgot to tell Parvati not to tell this to anyone. I was…”
“I’m not here to judge you, Krish sir. I came to tell you about…him.”
 I stared at her.
“Him?”
“Desai sir.”
“What about him?”
Nidhi looked down and cleared her throat. She turned to look at me before starting, and then stopped, as if she was struggling to find how to start.
“Tell me, Nidhi? What about Desai?”
“It’s about him and also about me. I got to tell you in details…so that you can understand it well. It is something that… I mean… I don’t know how to start.”
“It’s not about something good, I guess.”
“No, it’s not about good things.” Nidhi nodded.
“Nidhi, you know what I have shared with your mom, and you know how bad is how my life is taking me. So… just don’t… I mean, don’t hesitate to tell me. I’m the perfect person to share the bad news. There is nothing that can be worse than what I’m living at the moment.”
“I understand. But I decided to meet you and tell about it because I felt it would help you in some way.”
“That’s good. Tell me, then.”
“I have slept with Desai sir.”
She said quickly and looked straight into my eyes, as if to see the reaction. I was stunned.
“What?”
Nidhi wiped her forehead and shook her head.
“Yes. That’s what I…”
“Tell me what happened. I want to know everything about it. How did he…”
“Do you remember when I and Sundeep got intimate in your car? You knew that we actually made love in there, didn’t you?  And after you had the accident and you were bedridden, Desai sir took over your place in the office. He was very good, looking after the business. But one day, that would be a month ago; he called me into his office and showed me a video clip. It was a CCTV footage from the parking lot, where I was making out with Sundeep. I don’t know how he dug that up, but he had the video clip. We were inside the car but the video had my face visible and recognisable. That was the beginning.”
I felt a strange feeling taking over my body. My body was shivering from the inside. I was already guessing the worst possible continuations of what Nidhi had started to share. Nidhi was indeed unravelling the face of a monster that I had befriended in my life.
Nidhi went on.
“Desai sir asked me what would be my mom’s reaction if that video went viral. I had no way but to fall at his feet and plead for his mercy.
At first, Desai sir tried to link me up with you, sir. He said you must have seen it already. The car belonged to you so Desai sir alleged that I must have done it purposefully to let you watch. He alleged that I was having an affair with you and even sleeping with you. I cried. Desai sir said a lot of things. He threatened me that he would tell my boyfriend that I was sleeping with you. Or even better, he said, would be him telling your wife about the truth. But I could only swear to him that there was no such thing, and you and I had nothing other than friendship.
 
For me and my mom, Krish sir, you are a person we always counted on. When Desai sir threatened to put a blemish on your name, I begged him. I begged him not to destroy your life; I told him that you have only done good things to me. I fell at his feet and cried and begged for his mercy to stop destroying our lives.
But he was not going to believe me. He still thought I was hiding something from him. He kept asking me, “how is that you care so much about him, and you know, that itself is showing the strength of the affection you have for him. Are you in love with him?” I said the video has someone else making out with me, and that’s my boyfriend. Why would I have an affair with Krish sir? But he said the video was old one. Where is that guy, your boyfriend? For my bad luck I and Sundeep had hit a rough patch by then, and I confessed to Desai sir that we had a break up. Desai sir laughed, said now you are coming up with bits of truth.
He was not going to stop asking, and torturing. I ended up on my knees and told him that he could do anything he wished. He gave me a strange look at me and asked me if I was offering him favours. I don’t know what went to my head, I was sick of the mental torture. I said yes. He kept staring at me and then parted his legs and then gestured towards his crotch. “Okay, then. I’ll take it.” He said.
For once, I hesitated but then I felt he would at least understand that I and you were not having a love affair. And I also felt threatened by the fact that he was holding that video. It was my requirement to keep him friendly. I moved forward and touched. That day, I gave him head. Almost until my knees started aching. But the experience was… I’d blame myself here. Because it was unlike what I was expecting… I mean the dread was over the moment I pushed myself to touch him and put it into my mouth. Once I crossed the line… you know, I…”
Nidhi was suddenly at loss for words. I felt she was just shy to accept it.
“I can understand, Nidhi. I have seen him. I mean, in bed with my wife.”
I said.
Nidhi threw her eyes at me and slowly nodded, and swallowed. She felt relieved to hear that I understood her.
“Yeah. And it was just a beginning. The next day was a repeat except that there was no begging from my side. He called me to the office in the afternoon and asked me to lock the door from the inside. I would already know and I would show no hesitation to kneel in front of him. On the third day, when he called me to his office at around three o’clock, I thought it would be the same story but he said whatever he did it just for fun. He said he had no plan to cause harm to my life. It was hard to believe. You know how I would have felt. In your mind, you have all the bad shit… And then suddenly he asked if I like him. I could not reply. A week later, he again asked me. By the time I don’t know what happened to me. Every time he calls me, a part of me is expecting him to be that old version. But he’s not. I thought I was scared of him. But no. In my head, I am kneeling in front of him. He’s an impressive person of opposite sex. And when he asked for the second time if I liked him, I said yes. It was my mistake. He got up and grabbed me, and kissed me straightaway. My body was like on fire, instantly. I can’t tell you how it was. Before I knew I was lying on top of his desk, with my face down. But I got scared, like at the right moment. I was truly scared, especially when he tried to take my clothes off. I pleaded, “not here please.” That was my version of saying no! It means a ‘yes’, right?
And do you know what he did? He pulled me up and took me to the washroom. There I didn’t say anything to stop. I let him make me nude, I mean full nude… He carefully hung my shirt and pants on the wall. And other clothes too. He sat me on the commode and made me… I lost it there. But when he finally initiated to have sex, I cried. I mean I literally cried, he was that big. Not like what I had experienced in my life, from my boyfriend. I screamed. No matter how much I tried to contain it, my scream was so loud that it scared the shit out me. And him too. The bathroom’s ventilator is open type, right? And he kept saying I can’t scream like that, it would be audible from outside. Eventually we had to stop. We didn’t complete the sex. We laughed together once we got back into the office, with our clothes on. I told him I’m a little girl. But I was in awe for him, secretly.
A few days later, may be more than a week after that, I came to meet you at your house. Do you remember? I met you that day. I actually wanted to meet you on Sunday. I phoned you to know if it was the right time to visit, but you said Meera had gone to the temple and asked me to visit on next day. I told you Monday I have work. You asked me to inform Desai sir that I was going to meet you.
So I phoned Desai sir on Monday morning and told him that I would be late in the morning as I would be visiting you. Desai sir said okay.
But then, when I reached there, I ran into Desai sir in the parking lot of your residential complex. He looked like he was preparing to leave.
 
But he wasn’t leaving. He said he was waiting for me. He said he would take me to you. I followed him to this house. And instead of taking me to your room, he took me to another room. I was confused and frightened. I asked him if he lived there. He replied that he was leaving. He looked frustrated. He said it was his bedroom but I noticed the dressing mirror and the makeup articles on it. I realised that it was Meera mam’s room. And he said that room was absolutely soundproof.”
 
I could foretell what Nidhi had come to reveal.
I remembered the Sunday when Nidhi had phoned me. I asked her to come on next day. That night was incidentally when Meera had let Desai kiss her in front of me. In the morning, Desai was frustrated enough to decide that he was leaving Pune.
Nidhi just walked into that frustration.
 
“Desai sir told me he had never thought he would be doing it, but then said he was having a very bad day and so he was going to do it.
I was frightened, mostly because it was happening at your house, but when he gestured for me to kneel I didn’t make any scene. I knelt in front of him and he pulled down his pants. I was again, at it. This time he had assured me that the room was hundred per cent soundproof. He did some foreplay, making me get some oral pleasure. One step at a time, I knew where this was heading to. A part of me wanted this to happen, to be honest. I looked worried be he said I was going to enjoy it. And when I became ready, he asked me to hold his thing and guide it into me. I did exactly that. And to be honest, it felt good. I mean a lot good, new experience. I again made a lot of noise; crying and screaming – what else. The assurance that the room was a soundproof one let me lose grip on my mind completely. At the end of it, I had an orgasm, an intense one. It was an eye-opening moment for me, or like a soul-awakening experience. I was taken to a world I never knew existed and for a moment I wanted to remain there. I was ashamed of how I was screaming with pleasure but I was also happy that Desai sir too had enjoyed it. After the sex, he said I must walk with him to the parking before coming back to meet you. But he warned me about messing it up by getting emotional in front of you. I promised him that I wouldn’t tell you.
So I went with him to the parking and waited for him to leave and then I returned to your house as if nothing happened. I didn’t speak a word about it, to anyone, until now.
When I reached my office that day, Desai sir reminded me to take a pill.
 
The following day I went to the office with a broken mind. A part of my mind was still warm due to the experience, and the other part of my mind was scared like hell that it would repeat to the point to destroying my life. I knew I don’t have the power to stop him. But luckily, he was not what I thought. He called me to his office at noon and told me he was going through a rough patch in his life. He apologised for using me to vent out his frustration. At that moment I honestly felt for him. I felt he was a great man. I had no idea what he was doing in your life. For me he was a person who could control me, but he chose to let me free. I was grateful to him.
A few days passed and then he called me one day. In the morning. He asked me if I could come to your place. I did not ask him what it was about. But as I approached the building, I was like, my feet was not touching the ground. I was breathing hard. I knew what was going to happen, and I was kinda thrilled. And you know, that day he was a monster in the bed. He opened the door and asked me to be silent as he walked me to that same old room. As soon as I came in, he closed that door and told me, "you can be noisy now, as loud as you can."
And he went on to make me cry louder than the previous time, louder than I have ever imagined that I would, while being in a man’s hands. My cries soon became pleasure sounds. I lost all inhibitions as he used my body in the ways I thought I wanted to. He kept asking me if I had ever got so much pleasure from my boyfriend. I said no. It was the truth. He asked me if I loved to have sex with him. I said yes. He asked me if I was still not seeing my boyfriend. I was not seeing him. Sundeep had come to patch up but after what happened with Desai sir, I was not going to commit myself again with Sundeep. When I said this to Desai sir, he said I should go back to my boyfriend. "When you go back to your boyfriend and when you have sex with him, I want you to think of this moment. I want you to think of me. I want you to cherish these lovely moments. This moment of my cock – I’m quoting him - filling the whole of your pussy, and filling it with loads and loads of my cum.” He was so explicit; I hope you’d forgive me, Krish sir. But I want you to believe me, that’s why I’m giving you such explicit details. He treated me like I was his lover. I had surrendered my body and mind to the waves of pleasure he was giving me. He talked about seeing my disappointed face when Sundeep finished it off while having sex with me in the car, and said a girl like me deserved to know what real sex means. And he took me on again, harder than I could resist, and came inside me. I didn't feel an iota of nervousness regarding them being my unsafe period. I was ready to welcome him in any manner he wanted. When he finished, I didn't want to leave the bed, pretending to be physically exhausted. But inside me, I just wanted to stay in those moments. I had forgotten my love, my ex-boyfriend, and everything. Desai sir was a conqueror.”
 
Even though the things Nidhi was telling me were revealing Desai's true face, the way she was suddenly praising Desai's sexual prowess was making me jealous.
Desai was the monster who could turn into a god of sex and make his victims sing praises of him. No wonder why Meera had lost her power to say no to him.
Nidhi spent a moment gathering her memories before she resumed.
“Desai sir asked me when the last time I had sex with Sundeep was.  "The last time was when you saw us in the car," I said. Desai sir said it was bad.
"That's bad. I want you to go back to him tomorrow. Make love to him, and feel the difference. I am sure you'll miss me, but you will love him more."
I promised him that I would do that.”
Nidhi took a small break before beginning again.
“If he had asked me to go with him to a hotel suite, I would have gone. That’s the level of domination he has on me. I don’t know how it is, but thinking of the moments he has given me makes me warm. I have had sleepless nights about him. And those nights finished with wet dreams.”
“Do you think he’s going to come to you again?” I asked.
“No. After those incidents he was absolutely normal. We meet only in the office hours, and he was completely professional. It was just me, just doing all the dreaming and all. And I hate me for that. I wanted to hate him but I end up hating myself. When my mom told me what he has done to you and your wife, I finally think I have a reason to hate him. I don’t know if I can, but I will try to get him off my mind. Last week he told me he won’t return to our office. I was relieved to hear that but I want you to be very careful. Please take care of your family.”
I nodded.
“Thanks for sharing all this, Nidhi. I had no idea about all this. I should tell Meera.”
“Yes, you should because you need to warn her. But please don’t make it… I mean keep it a secret between you and Meera.”
I grabbed her hand. “Don’t worry about it, Nidhi. I know the seriousness of this. We both are holding secrets of each other now.”
Nidhi smiled. And then asked slowly, “have you seen that CCTV footage of me and Sundeep?”
I was caught off-guard by her straight question. But I did not try to escape. I nodded yes.
“Live?”
“No. I found it later.”
“Why didn’t you delete it?”
“I was fascinated by the idea. A young, hot girl having sex in my car. It was worth watching over and over again. But I didn’t know I was about to fall off my balcony and end up in bed for two months.”
Nidhi stared at me and made a face, and then hit me on the chest with back of her fist. It was soft.
“You are a scoundrel. You know that? A scoundrel.”
Her facial expression told me she had forgiven me.
 
After Nidhi returned, I headed straight my home. I was dying to attack Desai and to reveal his secret face. I mentally envisaged revealing to Meera about what he did to a girl in his office. He had blackmailed her, and secretly dragged her to Meera's house – to our house – and screwed her in Meera's bed!
I was sure Meera would never tolerate him any longer. No matter how great he fucks in bed. I thought.
 
When I reached my house, there was no sign of Desai. He had left. I didn’t care to ask. Meera, having skipped office, was waiting for me, her worry evident in her eyes. She told me how I had left her tensed for an hour after I left. She was worried because my phone was switched off.
”Please don’t do this type of things, for god’s sake.”
I asked Meera to sit with me and hear me. Before I could continue, Meera interrupted, her voice tinged with urgency. “Krish, before you say anything, you need to hear me out first.” She took a deep breath and then dropped a bombshell. “What you heard was right, Krish. The sound of sex from my room—it was Susheel and his assistant from your agency, Nidhi. They had sex in my room.”
 
“What? Who told you this?” I exclaimed, trying to mask my shock with genuine disbelief, even though I already knew the truth from Nidhi.
“Susheel himself!” Meera said.
Her words hit me like a thunderbolt. More than the revelation, it was the fact that Desai had chosen to confess to Meera that left me stunned. I had to pretend to be astonished, hiding the fact that I had already learned about it from Nidhi directly.
"He confessed everything to me, Krish," Meera continued. “After you left last night, he told me everything. He admitted to taking advantage of Nidhi, seducing her into our home and into our bed. He said he regretted it deeply.”
I was looking at her eyes, and I was looking for signs of pain in her eyes, the betrayal she felt from someone she had considered to be in love with him.
I was torn between anger and disbelief, my mind racing to understand why Desai had confessed to Meera. Was he trying to earn her sympathy? To free himself of guilt by making Meera his confessor? I had no choice but to play along, to act as if I was hearing it for the first time. “I can’t believe it,” I said, shaking my head. “Why would he do that?”
“He confessed that you were telling the truth about the sounds heard from my room. He said there is a girl named Nidhi in your office. When he started managing your office, he found a CCTV clip in your desktop. It had Nidhi making love to someone in your car parked in the basement parking lot of your office. Nidhi's face was clearly visible. So Susheel got genuinely curious why you were keeping that video clip in your desktop. It was evidently edited from the office security system video. So he wanted to know if there was something going between you and Nidhi. He talked to Nidhi to find how she felt about you. But she was not opening up. Susheel said he even doubted if you were using the video to blackmail her, because she way Nidhi was defending your role.”

My blood boiled. The cunning man himself had blackmailed an innocent girl but he had the audacity to tell my wife that he doubted me! I looked away towards the front door in frustration, to see if Desai was going to walk through it. If he was to, then I would have grabbed his collar and dragged him on the floor for sure.
Meera went on, "so one day, Susheel showed Nidhi the video. The girl was shocked and fell to her knees. Desai didn't tell it was you who had found the footage.
 Eventually, Susheel showed Nidhi the video and she was shocked like hell to see her face clearly visible in it. She fell to her knees. He did not tell her that it was you who did it.” Meera paused and threw a direct question to me.
“Why were you keeping that video in your desktop, by the way?”
“I…” I took a deep breath before continuing. “I didn’t know what she was going to do when she asked for my car keys. She said she had a date. I thought, okay. But later, I found out that my car had never moved because the odometer hadn’t changed. So, I checked the CCTV and found that the girl was exploiting my generosity. I edited the clip and kept it aside so that I could show it to her the next time she asked for my car keys. I only wanted to see her embarrassed, but I think this bastard Desai used it for his own gain.”
I tried my best to picture Desai as the villain, but it was not going to work.
"Susheel had no intention of using it for his own gain, Krish. But those were the days when we were frustrating him here. He had almost given up on rekindling his old spark with me. He admitted that perhaps this altogether woke up the devil inside him. In a moment of aggravation, he asked Nidhi to stay on her knees for a few more minutes, and he willingly received a blowjob from her that day. And then the next day too. By the third time, he was itching for it again and felt there was only one way to end it before it became routine.”
I shook my head, unable to comprehend how Desai could justify his actions. “And he brought her here? To our home?” I asked.
“Yes, eventually. Actually, he thought of taking her to the washroom with her consent, of course, but when he tried to make the final move, she found it painful. She said she couldn't do it without being noisy. Susheel understood because he was aware of his size, and the girl was not very... you know. He thought a bit of foreplay would do the trick, but the office washroom was certainly not the place for that. Nidhi promised him that she would come to any place that he wanted. He received a straight third blowjob from her to cool down his rush of blood.
Then, another day, he was leaving from here when he got a phone call from Nidhi. She wanted Susheel’s permission because she was going to visit you and would be late to the office. The devil inside his head woke up again, and he waited for her in the parking lot. When she arrived, he brought her into our house. Since you were in that room and all the rooms are soundproof, he thought it was safe for both of them. So, he silently brought her to my room, and they had sex. He said Nidhi was indeed very noisy. It helped him relieve his frustration in a big way. He brought her here one more time.
This was his confession. In his defence, he said he believed that whatever happened was due to the hopelessness that we had instilled in him. But looking back, he deeply regretted it. He felt he should have had more control over himself. However, he also believed he had no right to keep it a secret from me because I was accused of sleeping with him behind your back, which was something he had never imagined. He said he should have told us when we were fighting over it, with you making wild accusations. But at that moment, he couldn't reveal the truth because he too was angry when you accused me of cheating on you. He said I am a person you could trust with your life, aren’t I?”
“What did you tell him when he made this confession?” I asked, my voice devoid of the energy I had carried since learning the truth about Desai from Nidhi. From Desai's point of view, whatever happened was just spontaneous, and if there was someone to blame, it was us—both Meera and me.
“I had already guessed that he must have had something to do with your serious accusations. But at that moment, you were behaving so rudely that I felt angry, which I now feel like I shouldn’t have done,” Meera said. She added soon after, “But you know, Krish, it doesn’t take away from the fact that he showed the courage to confess it. He could have easily walked away from it, leaving me forever at the risk of being accused of betraying you. Also, I am someone else’s wife, so what he did with Nidhi shouldn’t be a concern for me.”
I was stunned.
Desai had blackmailed and slept with a girl from his office, and yet my wife had given him a clean slate. But as I thought more about it, I felt okay. It meant that Desai’s actions had not hurt Meera, showing that she had no feelings for him, didn’t it?
 
After my share of thoughts, I took a deep breath and looked at Meera.
“Meera, I’m truly sorry for doubting you. I want you to know that I never completely suspected you. If I had, I would have confronted you right away. But in the heat of the moment, things got out of control. Arguments can really bring out the worst in us, can’t they?”
Meera's expression softened, “I’m sorry too, for calling you a mental patient. I shouldn’t have lashed out at you like that.”
I reached out, taking her hand gently.
Meera went on, “I know it’s Susheel who created all this mess. Although I wanted to slap him for what he did and for causing such a huge fight between us, I’m actually thankful he chose to confess and clear the air. It resolved so much.”
 
We sat in silence for a moment, letting the reality of the situation sink in. I felt a sense of peace settling over me, knowing that we had overcome one of the most challenging times in our relationship.
“Where’s Desai now?” I asked, finally breaking the silence.
“He left for Mumbai,” Meera replied, her voice calm. “He said he’d call you when he gets there. He wants to apologize to you personally.”
 
I nodded, feeling a strange sense of closure. Despite everything, it was a relief that Desai had taken responsibility for his actions. It didn’t make what he did right, but it definitely allowed us to move on.
 
As Meera and I sat together, our hands slowly intertwined. I felt a breeze around us. It felt like a storm had passed, and we were going to move forward, focusing on rebuilding our trust for each other.
I looked at Meera, and she smiled at me. I put my arm around her and squeezed her shoulder affectionately.
“Finally, we have each other, like our old times,” I said.
Meera nodded, “mmm.” She leaned her head onto my shoulder, a gesture that equally carried the meaning of the words I spoke.
 
But our fate had other ideas.

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I think the writer of this story is most talented writer of all forums, though in next update I m 100% sure the story remained very bore but after next episode he will make very drastic changes in the script of this story that will create more interest of readers in it. And like other stories'writer whenever I comments on them I always think that the writer cannot handled this story anymore and he will incomplete it but for this writer if he reconsidered or rewrite the script of this story I m very clear that he wants that the desai will remain  in the life of  the couple in good gesture so that he will continue/ stretched this story further. Otherwise in old version of the story the writer deleted the character of the Desai from the life of the couple in the bad omin that the story cannot be continue from the point of view of the Desai and Desai' character in this story was not be justifiable(in old version of story). So I hope the readers of this story remains this point in their mind while further read this story and not to be worry about the writer will not leave this story incomplete and kindly let him focus on this story from his point of view not pressurize him to early update the story.

[Gumshot]

Krish are you ok

[Sagar s]

Update brother plzz

[shake chilli]

मुझे लगता है कि इस कहानी का लेखक सभी मंचों का सबसे प्रतिभाशाली लेखक है, हालांकि अगले अपडेट में मुझे 100% यकीन है कि कहानी बहुत उबाऊ रही लेकिन अगले एपिसोड के बाद वह इस कहानी की पटकथा में बहुत बड़े बदलाव करेगा जिससे पाठकों की इसमें और अधिक रुचि पैदा होगी। और अन्य कहानीकारों की तरह जब भी मैं उन पर टिप्पणी करता हूं तो मुझे हमेशा लगता है कि लेखक इस कहानी को और अधिक संभाल नहीं सकता है और वह इसे अधूरा कर देगा लेकिन इस लेखक के लिए अगर वह इस कहानी की पटकथा पर पुनर्विचार करता है या इसे फिर से लिखता है तो मैं बहुत स्पष्ट हूं कि वह चाहता है कि देसाई अच्छे इशारे में जोड़े के जीवन में बना रहे ताकि वह इस कहानी को आगे बढ़ा सके / बढ़ा सके। अन्यथा कहानी के पुराने संस्करण में लेखक ने जोड़े के जीवन से देसाई के चरित्र को हटा दिया था, यह अपशकुन था कि कहानी देसाई के दृष्टिकोण से जारी नहीं रह सकती और इस कहानी में देसाई का चरित्र उचित नहीं था (कहानी के पुराने संस्करण में)। इसलिए मुझे उम्मीद है कि इस कहानी के पाठक इस कहानी को पढ़ते समय इस बिंदु को अपने दिमाग में रखेंगे और इस बात की चिंता न करें कि लेखक इस कहानी को अधूरा नहीं छोड़ेगा और कृपया उसे अपने दृष्टिकोण से इस कहानी पर ध्यान केंद्रित करने दें, उस पर कहानी को जल्दी अपडेट करने के लिए दबाव न डालें।





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[krish_999]

Hi guys. The pace of my writing is not very good. Due to personal commitments, sometimes I'm not able to write even a single word for the entire day. So there's no point of asking for early updates. I'm not criticizing anyone here but making my situation clear so that unnecessary disappointments can be avoided.

I was planning to post ch43 yesterday but my phone was damaged its battery not progressing beyond 2-3%. So I could only post a short message here. Today I will post the chapter, after reading the chapter once  

ch.42 & 43 were long in the initial planning but then I edited it out to cut short a lot of lengthy love making/bonding sessions between Krish and Meera. I felt they would be unnecessary and boring. That's how these chapters now look smaller. 

The next chapter, Ch. 44, will take more time to materialize. More patience - maybe three whole weeks - would be appreciated.

Thanks for all for reading and posting their thoughts and opinions here, it's pleasure reading them. I have seen some readers challenge others to try writing something before criticizing a story - not necessarily here, but in other stories as well. Personally, I don't believe that I have to be a perfect batter to criticize Virat Kohli for a bad shot he played. Creation and analysis are different things. In other words, if one form of art is presented for the appreciation of others, it should also be prepared to face criticism. I'm perfectly alright with guys criticizing my story. Whatever in  your mind, you can post here. I see it as the beauty of this forum. In a physical discussion, the one who presents his idea well is noticed and other others might not get a chance to even present their opinion. But in a forum like this, everyone gets equal chance to share what's in his/her mind. All comments are noticed by all readers. The variety of opinions just makes it so fun to read.

Thanks again. Keep posting, guys. Krish.

[Gumshot]

Hi guys. The pace of my writing is not very good. Due to personal commitments, sometimes I'm not able to write even a single word for the entire day. So there's no point of asking for early updates. I'm not criticizing anyone here but making my situation clear so that unnecessary disappointments can be avoided.

I was planning to post ch43 yesterday but my phone was damaged its battery not progressing beyond 2-3%. So I could only post a short message here. Today I will post the chapter, after reading the chapter once  

ch.42 & 43 were long in the initial planning but then I edited it out to cut short a lot of lengthy love making/bonding sessions between Krish and Meera. I felt they would be unnecessary and boring. That's how these chapters now look smaller. 

The next chapter, Ch. 44, will take more time to materialize. More patience - maybe three whole weeks - would be appreciated.

Thanks for all for reading and posting their thoughts and opinions here, it's pleasure reading them. I have seen some readers challenge others to try writing something before criticizing a story - not necessarily here, but in other stories as well. Personally, I don't believe that I have to be a perfect batter to criticize Virat Kohli for a bad shot he played. Creation and analysis are different things. In other words, if one form of art is presented for the appreciation of others, it should also be prepared to face criticism. I'm perfectly alright with guys criticizing my story. Whatever in  your mind, you can post here. I see it as the beauty of this forum. In a physical discussion, the one who presents his idea well is noticed and other others might not get a chance to even present their opinion. But in a forum like this, everyone gets equal chance to share what's in his/her mind. All comments are noticed by all readers. The variety of opinions just makes it so fun to read.

Thanks again. Keep posting, guys. Krish.

Dont be late krish please updates Early from your fixing time.
Yesterday I loss my sleep .
I think perhaps you posted next chapter in midnight .

Please if you don't mind For compelling you.

Love you krish

[nooki]

Hi guys. The pace of my writing is not very good. Due to personal commitments, sometimes I'm not able to write even a single word for the entire day. So there's no point of asking for early updates. I'm not criticizing anyone here but making my situation clear so that unnecessary disappointments can be avoided.

I was planning to post ch43 yesterday but my phone was damaged its battery not progressing beyond 2-3%. So I could only post a short message here. Today I will post the chapter, after reading the chapter once  

ch.42 & 43 were long in the initial planning but then I edited it out to cut short a lot of lengthy love making/bonding sessions between Krish and Meera. I felt they would be unnecessary and boring. That's how these chapters now look smaller. 

The next chapter, Ch. 44, will take more time to materialize. More patience - maybe three whole weeks - would be appreciated.

Thanks for all for reading and posting their thoughts and opinions here, it's pleasure reading them. I have seen some readers challenge others to try writing something before criticizing a story - not necessarily here, but in other stories as well. Personally, I don't believe that I have to be a perfect batter to criticize Virat Kohli for a bad shot he played. Creation and analysis are different things. In other words, if one form of art is presented for the appreciation of others, it should also be prepared to face criticism. I'm perfectly alright with guys criticizing my story. Whatever in  your mind, you can post here. I see it as the beauty of this forum. In a physical discussion, the one who presents his idea well is noticed and other others might not get a chance to even present their opinion. But in a forum like this, everyone gets equal chance to share what's in his/her mind. All comments are noticed by all readers. The variety of opinions just makes it so fun to read.

Thanks again. Keep posting, guys. Krish.

Writer sir please take your time on the story there is no need to b hurry. I already mentioned and apprehend to repeating my negative comments on you but overall, I never comment on you in any negative mode in fact you are such a good writer and person himself that you patiently replying the positively on the negative comments on some readers on your story. These readers usually offend the writers and make unusual pressure on writers to upload the early update. Hope you will focus on the story rather given importance to the comments and undue requirements from the readers side.

[The Last samurai]

Hi guys. The pace of my writing is not very good. Due to personal commitments, sometimes I'm not able to write even a single word for the entire day. So there's no point of asking for early updates. I'm not criticizing anyone here but making my situation clear so that unnecessary disappointments can be avoided.

I was planning to post ch43 yesterday but my phone was damaged its battery not progressing beyond 2-3%. So I could only post a short message here. Today I will post the chapter, after reading the chapter once  

ch.42 & 43 were long in the initial planning but then I edited it out to cut short a lot of lengthy love making/bonding sessions between Krish and Meera. I felt they would be unnecessary and boring. That's how these chapters now look smaller. 

The next chapter, Ch. 44, will take more time to materialize. More patience - maybe three whole weeks - would be appreciated.

Thanks for all for reading and posting their thoughts and opinions here, it's pleasure reading them. I have seen some readers challenge others to try writing something before criticizing a story - not necessarily here, but in other stories as well. Personally, I don't believe that I have to be a perfect batter to criticize Virat Kohli for a bad shot he played. Creation and analysis are different things. In other words, if one form of art is presented for the appreciation of others, it should also be prepared to face criticism. I'm perfectly alright with guys criticizing my story. Whatever in  your mind, you can post here. I see it as the beauty of this forum. In a physical discussion, the one who presents his idea well is noticed and other others might not get a chance to even present their opinion. But in a forum like this, everyone gets equal chance to share what's in his/her mind. All comments are noticed by all readers. The variety of opinions just makes it so fun to read.

Thanks again. Keep posting, guys. Krish.

Hi krish Long time no see…..
I think initially I was one of the few readers who criticized you for ending the story abruptly…..reason may be many like we felt the ending was so fast that it was not justified properly or may the attachment we had for the story. As some reader rightly said we use to wake up in mid night just to check updates, this was like an addiction for us,  After this story was ended this site had lost its charm…..don’t know about others but I didn’t read any other stories here……

Now after long gap when u decided to rewrite the ending and started it back , it pushed us back to a dilemma. Reason being we were used to the ending it already had and the gap was so huge we got adjusted to it. 

Happy now that I don’t have old enthusiasm or addiction which was there before, wake up whole night just for an update, even I didn’t read previous update line by line and just skipped to understand the essence. Now it will be a huge challenge to you to create back the thrill and seduction this story had. Even some times I feel if u had left it there without disturbing the old grave could have been much better. But any ways as I always use to say these are my opinions only and others might feel it differently, all the best for further updates hope u will give much justifiable ending this time. 


Thanking you 
THE LAST SAMURAI

[shake chilli]

नमस्ते दोस्तों। मेरी लेखन गति बहुत अच्छी नहीं है। व्यक्तिगत प्रतिबद्धताओं के कारण, कभी-कभी मैं पूरे दिन में एक भी शब्द नहीं लिख पाता। इसलिए जल्दी अपडेट मांगने का कोई मतलब नहीं है। मैं यहाँ किसी की आलोचना नहीं कर रहा हूँ, बल्कि अपनी स्थिति स्पष्ट कर रहा हूँ ताकि अनावश्यक निराशा से बचा जा सके।

मैं कल अध्याय 43 पोस्ट करने की योजना बना रहा था, लेकिन मेरा फ़ोन खराब हो गया था, इसकी बैटरी 2-3% से आगे नहीं बढ़ रही थी। इसलिए मैं यहाँ केवल एक छोटा संदेश ही पोस्ट कर सका। आज मैं अध्याय पोस्ट करूँगा, अध्याय  

42 और 43 को एक बार पढ़ने के बाद, प्रारंभिक योजना में वे लंबे थे, लेकिन फिर मैंने कृष और मीरा के बीच बहुत लंबे प्रेम-प्रसंग/संबंध सत्रों को छोटा करने के लिए इसे संपादित किया। मुझे लगा कि वे अनावश्यक और उबाऊ होंगे। इसलिए अब ये अध्याय छोटे लगते हैं। 

अगला अध्याय, अध्याय 44, को मूर्त रूप देने में अधिक समय लगेगा। अधिक धैर्य - शायद पूरे तीन सप्ताह - की सराहना की जाएगी।

पढ़ने और अपने विचार और राय यहाँ पोस्ट करने के लिए सभी का धन्यवाद, उन्हें पढ़ना खुशी की बात है। मैंने कुछ पाठकों को दूसरों को कहानी की आलोचना करने से पहले कुछ लिखने की चुनौती देते देखा है - जरूरी नहीं कि यहीं हो, बल्कि अन्य कहानियों में भी। व्यक्तिगत रूप से, मुझे नहीं लगता कि विराट कोहली द्वारा खेले गए खराब शॉट की आलोचना करने के लिए मुझे एक आदर्श बल्लेबाज होना चाहिए। सृजन और विश्लेषण अलग-अलग चीजें हैं। दूसरे शब्दों में, यदि कला का एक रूप दूसरों की सराहना के लिए प्रस्तुत किया जाता है, तो उसे आलोचना का सामना करने के लिए भी तैयार रहना चाहिए। मुझे लोगों द्वारा मेरी कहानी की आलोचना करने से कोई दिक्कत नहीं है। आपके मन में जो भी हो, आप यहाँ पोस्ट कर सकते हैं। मैं इसे इस मंच की खूबसूरती के रूप में देखता हूँ। एक भौतिक चर्चा में, जो अपने विचार को अच्छी तरह से प्रस्तुत करता है, उसे देखा जाता है और अन्य लोगों को अपनी राय रखने का मौका भी नहीं मिल पाता है। लेकिन इस तरह के मंच पर, सभी को अपने मन की बात साझा करने का समान अवसर मिलता है। सभी टिप्पणियाँ सभी पाठकों द्वारा देखी जाती हैं। राय की विविधता इसे पढ़ने में बहुत मज़ेदार बनाती है।

फिर से धन्यवाद। पोस्ट करते रहिए, दोस्तों। कृष।

Boss.  Don't hert younr mind

Krish you are always right 

Your chapter 


Your poor friend Shack Chilli love you

Your stories 

Wating n ext update

[Jajinakajanare]

Hi guys. The pace of my writing is not very good. Due to personal commitments, sometimes I'm not able to write even a single word for the entire day. So there's no point of asking for early updates. I'm not criticizing anyone here but making my situation clear so that unnecessary disappointments can be avoided.

I was planning to post ch43 yesterday but my phone was damaged its battery not progressing beyond 2-3%. So I could only post a short message here. Today I will post the chapter, after reading the chapter once  

ch.42 & 43 were long in the initial planning but then I edited it out to cut short a lot of lengthy love making/bonding sessions between Krish and Meera. I felt they would be unnecessary and boring. That's how these chapters now look smaller.

Please keep the love making session between krish and Meera as is..
Its been very long they had good session between them

[bineeshm]

.... ch.42 & 43 were long in the initial planning but then I edited it out to cut short a lot of lengthy love making/bonding sessions between Krish and Meera. I felt they would be unnecessary and boring. That's how these chapters now look smaller. 

...

Guys, since Krish indicated there will be other twists by "But our fate had other ideas", there wont be space for much sex or erotica in the future updates.

Krish, I composed  the above message but didnt post as I anticipated there wont be much love making in the future updates.You too know we all love your work, and a big part of that is the detailed and exciting sex scenes. I hope you won’t cut them short. We’ve been waiting for a long time, and we really need that element to keep us engaged.   

[Paul5]

Hy krish some readers usualy saying here ki Meera or krish ke beech me sex bounding dikhaao but I think it's childish demand we are here for adultery sex here not wife sex sex in adultery story every body demand wife sex why those people's are here kahi bhi unko sex story me mil jaayega everybody here Meera sex with another's except krish so please with Desai sex episodes we all knows by krish point please describe by Meera how's she feels with Desai we here only unusual sex not normal

[Harry Jordan]

Hy krish some readers usualy saying here ki Meera or krish ke beech me sex bounding dikhaao but I think it's childish demand we are here for adultery sex here not wife sex sex in adultery story every body demand wife sex why those people's are here kahi bhi unko sex story me mil jaayega everybody here Meera sex with another's except krish so please with Desai sex episodes we all knows by krish point please describe by Meera how's she feels with Desai we here only unusual sex not normal

Its not childish , Krish in the story states he is a cuckold , but he cannot be a cuckold unless he witnesses his wife in sexual act like he did in part 1 and part 2. But I stated Krish should have his wish fullfilled because that will open an interestic dynamic and maybe even the redemption arc for him to finally overcome his cuckolding kink and win his wife back. For Krish to do that , he has to witness their sexual act which will result in Krish finally making a decision and overcoming his duality of either his love or his kink and reclaim Meera. That will be an ideal storyline that can make Krish overcome and make Meera fall in love with him and choose him over Desai eventually. I would like the story to end with Krish transforming himself and becoming a better man and their happily ever after on a high note!

[Sagar s]

Update plzz brother

[Harry Jordan]

When is the chapter coming? You said evening and its night now.

[krish_999]

Chapter - 43

Desai had told Meera that he would talk to me later. For the entire day, I waited, wondering what kind of twist he might be planning to bring into my life. His phone call came, eventually, in the evening.

"Krish... I owe you an apology," Desai said straightaway.
I gripped my phone tightly and asked, slowly, "For what?"
I wasn’t sure if he was apologizing for what he did to Nidhi in my home or for stirring up trouble between Meera and me.
“Meera must have told you about Nidhi, didn’t she?”
“Yeah, she told me,” I replied, keeping my voice steady.
“I’m sorry for making you doubt Meera,” Desai continued after a brief pause. “I never intended to become a troublemaker for you. It’s no secret that I love Meera, but I only want her to be happy. I don’t want to come between the two of you.”
I said nothing. My mind was stuck on his words momentarily. 'It’s no secret that I love Meera.'
“I’m not a good man, Krish," Desai said, his voice softening. "I haven’t kept the promises I made to her. And I can’t forgive myself if I continue pretending I belong in her life, despite everything. I can fool others, but there’s no point in fooling myself anymore.”
Desai sounded defeated, but strangely, it didn’t make me feel better.
“I’ve moved on from Pune. Finally. I think it’s best we don’t meet like we used to. It’ll be easier for all of us. My only regret is that I shouldn’t have revealed Nidhi’s name. I could’ve told Meera what happened without dragging her into this.”
 
I hadn’t thought about that before. He could have confessed without mentioning Nidhi’s name. Not that it made much difference now – Nidhi had already told me herself.
“That night, you know... it helped me make this decision,” Desai continued. “I wanted to tell Meera about the incident right after it happened, out of frustration, almost like retribution. But I couldn’t bring myself to confess, because you know, I didn’t want to face her wrath, to be honest. These aren’t the things you want your dearest ones know about you. But now things have gone to the extent that without the truth Meera's marriage would be in trouble. That’s never been the intention.  I’m sorry for creating such a big mess.”
“I get it, Desai,” I finally said.
 
After the phone call ended, I went to Meera. I wanted to share Desai’s reasoning with her.
“He was scared to tell you about Nidhi,” I said. “He thought you’d be angry. But you didn’t get angry when he told you, did you?”
I paused, and then added, “he blackmailed her, didn’t he? Just because he was frustrated, that doesn’t give him the right to use a girl from his office.”
Meera shook her head gently, as if she didn’t entirely agree. “I think he blackmailed her to get the truth, Krish. He suspected you were cheating on me with her. I don’t see much fault in that. But, of course, it took a different turn when Nidhi offered him favours. That’s when he lost his footing and his frustration took over.”
Her willingness to defend Desai didn't surprise me. I remembered how Nidhi too had spoken about him with admiration, even though he had exploited her.
Still, I wasn’t enjoying how Meera was taking Desai's side.
Meera went on, “Krish, I’m not in a position to judge him. I’ve fallen for provocations in my past, haven’t I? I have slept with men willingly, when maybe I should’ve said no. After all of that, how can I stand here and judge Susheel? You know, I’m actually relieved that something like this happened. It gives us a clear reason to draw boundaries and keep him away. I’m not angry… I’m just glad it's over.”
She reached for my hand and looked into my eyes. “I want you, Krish. You can call me greedy, I’m okay with that. I just want us.”
I couldn’t help but nod at her. Her words, and the way she was looking at me, relieved, not only calmed me down, but also made me realise she was right.
It wasn’t anger that I needed, it was clarity.
 
 
 
Later, when I went out for a walk, Meera accompanied me. She wore a white round-neck T-shirt that subtly revealed the contours of her bra, yet she looked elegant. As we greeted a few neighbours at the gate of our apartment complex, Meera unintentionally grabbed my palm. It seemed like a simple gesture, but it felt special to me. This was the life I wanted – to be accompanied by my better half on a simple street walk, to be held by her, to be loved. To be loved at home and on the street, everywhere. The intimacy we share with our partner – the flesh, the sweat, the breath – comes only after these simple moments.
 
Desai had the latter, but he failed to achieve the former. He could never take a walk with Meera on the street, holding her hand. That was why he actually failed.
 
That night we made love. It was slow and deliberate, with both of us pausing at the chances to savour the moment of unveiling each other’s bodies. Every time our eyes met, we shared a smile. I controlled my usual urge to devour her lips, opting for gentle, brief kisses instead. Even when I entered her, I moved slowly, despite the urgency in my mind. I asked her if she wanted me to speed up.
“No, this is perfect. I like it,” Meera said.
We remained in our embrace, as I moved in and out of her in an unhurried pace. Neither of us tried to get wild. I didn’t move my lips below her navel, and she refrained from touching my dick with her hand, except for a moment when I slipped out of her during our lovemaking. Later, when I collapsed next to her after having a great climax, she leaned in and kissed me softly. She kissed my lips, forehead, nose, and every other part of my face.
“I love you, Krish,” she whispered.
 
That night, as in the evening, I was reminded of what it truly means to be loved. This kind of love was what mattered most in a man’s life.
 
From the next day, we returned to our respective offices. For Meera, it was just another day at work. But for me, it felt like a fresh start.
 
As I walked into the office, I was greeted with warm smiles and heartfelt welcomes from my staff. They had missed me during my eight-week absence following the accident, and their genuine happiness to see me back was apparent. A cake with "Welcome Back, Krish" written on it was brought out, and we cut it together. It was a touching experience, knowing how much my presence had been missed.
 
Though Nidhi was at the forefront during the cake-cutting celebration, she seemed shy when she came to greet me. She avoided direct eye contact; her cheeks appeared turning red just because of facing me. But despite her shyness, I could see the relief and happiness in her eyes. She seemed genuinely glad to have me back, and I gave her a reassuring smile, hoping to ease her discomfort.
 
Later, Nidhi found a moment to speak with me privately. In a voice barely above a whisper, she asked me how things were at home. I told her Meera and I were doing fine. There was a brief pause before Nidhi hesitated and asked, “And… what about Desai, sir? Is he still…”
"He left for Mumbai," I said quickly. "He's not coming back."
Nidhi's eyes widened slightly. "Really?"
"Yes," I continued, "And you know, he confessed everything—what he did with you—to Meera before leaving. It's over now."
Nidhi was surprised to hear that.
“But why did he confess to her?”
“There was some confusion between us…” I cleared my throat. “…because I had heard some noise from Meera's room, you know, when you and he were there. I thought it was Meera and Desai. When I shared my doubt, Meera didn’t feel good, and Desai also felt bad because he knew the truth. So he confessed and cleared the air between Meera and me.”
“But you said you have seen them in bed…”
I couldn’t believe I was now talking about my intimate secrets with my staff. But there was no other way.
“The more I talk about it, the more complicated it would sound,” I said. “I have seen them in bed, yes, but I had let it happen. It was for fun, I don’t know if you understand but such things exist in our life. It was a thing in the past, Nidhi. Like a couple of times… it’s not like a regular thing. We did it for fun… that’s it.”
Nidhi was unable to take her eyes off me.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to get into your private matters… I just…” She hesitated.
“It’s okay, Nidhi. You have the right to get into my private matters. Because you shared first. You know, when I went home yesterday, I wanted to confront Desai. But he had already confessed to Meera, so it was not needed.”
“So you are on good terms with him again?”
 
Nidhi’s question was something I had been avoiding for the last twenty-four hours. Am I still on good terms with him again?
 
I had fears that he was trying to steal my wife, but he was not.
I thought he had seduced her to cheat on me, but he had not.
I doubted that he was trying to separate my wife from me, but instead, he played an active role in reuniting us.
I believed he was a person with a hidden, dark side when Nidhi told me about Desai. However, Desai proved otherwise by confessing to Meera, even though he knew she would hate him.
He had told me he would leave us alone the moment I wanted him out of my life, and he did just that.
Given all this, there was no reason for me to hate him. There was no reason for me not to be on good terms with him.
 
“He’s a special person. He knows how to make things happen. And he knows how not to let things become broken. Are you not on good terms with him, Nidhi?” I replied to Nidhi, looking straight into her eyes.
Nidhi looked into my eyes thoughtfully. “Yes, you are right about him. That’s why I am not able to accuse him of anything. There are no bad memories.”
 
There were no bad memories, but there were memories.
Desai had stayed with us long enough to make it difficult for Meera and me to erase him from our lives. I often saw Meera carrying three plates to the dining table at dinner. Even when we were home, at the back of my mind, I always felt Desai was still in his room. When I pressed the favourite button on the TV remote, it always brought up Desai’s favourite channels first. The wall-hanging paintings he gifted us still adorned the walls. During our evening walks, our neighbours frequently inquired about our missing friend.
 
His favourite mug with his initials remained in the kitchen cabinet, and sometimes I found myself reaching for it out of habit. On the small bookshelf in the living room were a couple of books he had given Meera. Occasionally, Meera would hum the tunes of songs Desai loved to play in the evenings. The little bonsai plant Meera had placed in his room – which he had joked about needing absolutely no care – still thrived there, needing no attention. Even the sofa set he regularly sat on continued to remind me of his time with us.
Everywhere we looked, there were traces of Desai. He had woven himself into the fabric of our daily lives, and unravelling his influence would take time.
 
These memories, combined with my sudden return to professional life, ensured that our restart was slow. Our night-time union remained tender and unhurried, though we made love every night. A week later, it came to a natural pause when her monthly cycle arrived, and it took us more than a week to rekindle our intimacy.
 
Yet, neither of us talked about Desai in our bedroom. I believed that, in time, things would regain their natural rhythm, and I hoped that we would soon share perfect moments of passion once more.
 
The following week, a serious issue arose at my office. One of my security guards at a high-end apartment complex was caught helping an outside gang smuggle valuable items out of the apartments under the guise of routine security checks and repair works. The client was furious and threatened to terminate the contract and sue Vicky Security Services for negligence.
 
It was an unprecedented crisis for me. In desperation, I ended up dialling Desai.
"I suggest you hire a private firm to conduct a thorough investigation. Find out how it happened and why it happened. Based on this, implement new protocols to convince both you and your client that nothing of this sort will happen again," Desai advised.
 
I did exactly what he said. After the investigation, I sought ideas from other agencies and implemented policies to put all our security guards under strict scrutiny, both on and off duty. I also personally met with the client to salvage my company’s reputation.
The crisis demanded my immediate and undivided attention, keeping me on my toes for many weeks. There was little time or energy left for my personal life.
 
The passionate life I had dreamed of with Meera was not unfolding as I had hoped. Our intimate moments became more sporadic, and when they did occur, they felt more like a routine than the spontaneous and loving encounters we once had. The emotional and physical exhaustion from work bled into our personal lives, turning our nights into a predictable sequence of hurried sex. Within a month, our sex life had devolved into a monotonous routine, devoid of the excitement and tenderness that I wanted to define our relationship. But there was still hope that things would be better soon, and I held on to that belief.
 
When the trouble at my office was finally settled, Desai asked me to share the policies I had implemented. He appreciated them and expressed interest in using them for his own agency, which was almost ready to inaugurate in Mumbai. I was more than happy to oblige.
 
One afternoon, when Nidhi left early, I asked if she was going on a date. She smiled and said, "Probably." After she left, I checked my computer for her old video, which I had forgotten about. But it was gone. Desai had apparently deleted it. Initially, I was disappointed, but then I felt good about it. It meant that what Desai had told Meera during his confession—that what he did with Nidhi was an act of frustration—was true. He had no plan to continue blackmailing her.
 
The next day, when Nidhi returned, I asked her about the date. She said it went well.
“I hope it was not just well, but a hot affair,” I commented daringly.
Nidhi blushed. “Probably, yes.”
 
Her expression told me everything. Her date was indeed a hot affair, filled with wonderful, orgasmic sex. I was jealous. Not because my staff was having sex, but because her experience was triggered by Desai. I felt she would be thanking him in her mind.
 
The following Sunday, Desai's Security Agency in Mumbai was inaugurated. When Desai invited us for its celebration, I asked Meera if we should skip it. She initially suggested that I go alone, but then, almost as an afterthought, she agreed that we should attend together.
“Let’s not make a scene,” she said. “I don’t want him coming back to us and saying we deserve a treat.”
I smiled in agreement.
 
The event concluded with a cocktail party. Meera wore a beautiful magenta dress that exposed a nice view of her cleavage and accentuated her beauty, while I opted for a suit. We both looked good, and I felt confident being there. However, as soon as Desai arrived, I was eager to see how he would react to her. There was a spark between them that I knew would never fade. Desai looked dashing in a grey suit, his long brown hair giving him the appearance of a celebrity straight out of a stylish action movie. Even I was in awe, wondering how he had reinvented himself to meet the demands of success. Here in Mumbai, dealing with high-profile clients, he exuded an aura of someone who could attract them all.
 
As Desai greeted us, I noticed how effortlessly he commanded the room. He approached us with a warm smile, his confidence radiating. "Krish, Meera, I'm so glad you could make it," he said, his voice smooth and inviting. Meera blushed slightly as he hugged her lightly, his hand barely brushing her back. He then hugged me with genuine warmth, "How are you, bro? I am so happy to see you. Welcome, Krish."
 
Throughout the party, Meera and I enjoyed our share of attention from the crowd. Yet, I couldn't help but notice that Desai’s interactions with Meera were now purely professional. He had mastered the art of being charming without crossing any boundaries, a perfect gentleman. There was no lingering touch, no secretive glances. He was sticking to his words. He had left our lives.
 
Meeting him for the first time after his departure confirmed that Desai was no longer part of our secret life. The cocktail party was a success, and we mingled with his elite friends and acquaintances from Mumbai. But beneath the surface, my mind was a whirlwind of emotions.
 
At the party we also ran into our old friend Piyush. Meera was embarrassed to face him, aware that he knew about her past affair with Desai. But Piyush greeted us warmly, and spoke in his usual jovial mood, quickly easing the tension. When he made a few jokes about Desai, teasing about how he claimed he would leave all of his business in Maharashtra to settle down at his hometown in Karnataka, only to start a new venture in Mumbai.
"Desai never misses an opportunity to make money," Piyush quipped, making Meera and me laugh with the flow. "But we all like him; he's our friend, right?" Piyush added, wrapping up the conversation on a positive note. Later I wondered if his remark was aimed at our ‘special friendship’ with Desai. I even wondered if Piyush thought that my wife was still sleeping with Desai.
 
After the party ended, we returned to the hotel room that Desai had arranged for us. I didn’t know how, but I was horny by the time we reached there. Strangely, I was not enthusiastic about having sex with Meera. Exhausted from standing for nearly three hours, Meera went straight to sleep. I decided to take a shower, and as I stood naked under the warm water, I felt the itch to grab my member. It was erect.
I couldn't help but remember the moment when Meera and Desai met that evening. I wondered how she had felt. The last time she met him, she had the opportunity to have sex with him many times. I counted the times Desai had had sex with Meera in those three days. Friday night, immediately after she had sex with me. That night he had given her a fabulous, nonstop screaming session. Then Saturday morning in the kitchen, when I had gone out for a drive. A quick one, but still wildly entertaining, for sure. Countless times of filling her with his sperm.
I closed my eyes and jerked myself off, my vision filled with imaginations of how he had done it.
 
That night in Mumbai was just the beginning. After returning to Pune, I found more pleasure in masturbating. It was convenient, needing less energy. The sex between Meera and me became less frequent.
 
A few days later, Desai phoned to thank me for providing the policy input to build a robust security system for his agency. I thanked him back, acknowledging it was his idea in the first place. We spoke for half an hour, discussing our respective lives over the past month and a half. This call marked the beginning of our renewed professional discussions. Over the next three months, Desai and I kept in touch, sharing ideas and updates.
 
Desai often mentioned how tough it was to move on from us. He confessed that losing our friendship had created a void in his life.
"You two had become a family for me," Desai even admitted emotionally once. He then made a heartfelt request. "Include me sometimes, for lunch or something. I promise I won't create awkward situations or make things difficult for you."
 
When the anniversary of Vickey Security Services approached, I was planning the celebration and asked Meera if we should invite Desai. Meera made a face, clearly indicating her disapproval.
We celebrated the anniversary at the office by conducting lectures at a few colleges. We also hosted a party for major clients and security officer officers in the city. However, we did not invite Desai.
 
After setting up his business in Mumbai, Desai decided to take a vacation in Kashmir. When I learned about his trip, I suggested to Meera that we also take a break and travel somewhere. But she had a busy schedule ahead and couldn’t take time off. A month later, Meera finally made herself available, and we went for a small trip to West Bengal.
 
Our days in West Bengal were uneventful yet serene, bringing a sense of normalcy back to our lives. We went to Darjeeling to explore the beautiful tea gardens and then went to Kalimpong to enjoy the charm of its streets. We ended our trip at a resort at Sundarbans. In the night at the resort, after a brief lovemaking session, I asked Meera about her thoughts on parenthood.
“I would say yes soon, but not at the moment,” she replied. “It would be difficult to manage both motherhood and work. One of us would have to take a long break, wouldn't we?”
I understood the dilemma. Neither of us wanted to leave our jobs, so the discussion about having kids went nowhere. A month later, I brought up the topic again, and Meera asked me if I could appoint a manager to run my company smoothly while I could babysit the child when she returned to work after the delivery.
 
I didn’t like the idea. “You should take a break from your job,” I suggested. “You’ll have maternity leave for sure, so you could continue the break for a couple of years. You can go back to work after that.”
 
This conflict never settled between us, and we couldn’t convince each other to make a decision. This issue unknowingly became a matter of disagreement, creating a gap between us. The passionate life I had dreamed of with Meera was slipping away, and our intimate moments became routine and less frequent. I was adamant that I was not going back to my old fantasies to lighten up our nights. But the emotional and physical exhaustion from work continued to bleed into our personal lives, and our nights turned into a predictable sequence of hurried sex. Within a month, our sex life had turned into a monotonous routine, without the excitement and tenderness that I wanted to define our relationship.
 
One day, I had a surprising encounter when I went to meet a potential client who had invited me to discuss a security contract for their new building. To my astonishment, the man turned out to be Maithrei's husband. The apartment complex was owned by them. Maithrei and I were both taken aback by the unexpected meeting.
 
"I'll take it from here, Anand," she told her husband, and after sending him away, she turned to me with a mischievous smile. Maithrei was dressed in a churidar without a shawl, which accentuated her figure and subtly exposed the size of her breasts. She seemed slimmer than I remembered.
"Nice seeing you here, Krish," she said, her eyes sparkling with playful mischief.
"You look great, Maithrei," I complimented, genuinely impressed. "Have you been working out?"
She laughed, "thank you, but it's actually work pressure that's helped me lose weight, not exercise."
"The world must be ending if a psychiatrist is struggling to handle work pressure." I remarked.
She laughed again, moving closer to me. "It's not my profession that's making me run like a machine. It's my new venture in real estate."
I could sense the fragrance from her. It was fresh. I could not move back.
"What about your clinic?" I asked, curious.
"I hired someone else to run it," she revealed. Then, with a sly smile, she added, "You know, before the world ends I'd love to have that dinner date you once promised."
I smiled again, trying to maintain my composure. "I thought you might have forgotten about that."
"Oh, not at all," she said, her voice dripping with flirtation. "I've reserved a special evening of my life just for you, long ago. Imagine, candlelight, fine wine, and... who knows what else."
She was flirting openly, stirring old memories and the thrill of our past interactions.
 
The deal for providing security services to Maithrei’s building was set, and as I left their office, I couldn't help but feel a mix of excitement and nostalgia. Meeting Maithrei again had been a pleasant surprise, and it seemed like our story was far from over.
 
One day, Desai surprised me with a phone call, announcing his visit to Pune for business and suggesting we have lunch together. I happily agreed. “But just with me?” I asked.
“Of course, I’d love to see Meera,” Desai replied. “But can you do me a favour? Don’t tell her about me.”
His plan to surprise Meera worked perfectly. She was stunned to see Desai waiting for us at the restaurant.
“Susheel…!” The word escaped her lips as her eyes widened with surprise. She looked radiant in her off-shoulder floral dress, which, although it didn't reveal her cleavage like some of her other dresses, subtly accentuated her graceful curves. She glanced at me and squeezed my arm.
“I had a feeling there was a surprise, but…” She paused, and I sensed she was about to thank me.
She clearly loved the surprise, thrilled to meet Desai. Her face glowed with happiness.
 
Desai, equally delighted, greeted us warmly. “You two define grace. Just wow!” he exclaimed as he welcomed us with a light embrace.
After exchanging pleasantries, we settled at our reserved table. The lunch was exquisite.
“Krish, you must be enjoying your beautiful wife’s company, all to yourself now,” Desai remarked with a playful wink towards the end of the meal.
I smiled in agreement, but Meera’s response was a polite smile, lacking the usual spark between us that Desai was familiar with.
 
After lunch, we parted ways, and later that evening, Desai called me.
“Krish, I noticed something today. You and Meera seem to be lacking the spark. Is everything alright?”
I hesitated, unable to open up. But the delay in my response revealed more than words could.
“Don’t worry, Krish. Things will be better soon,” he assured.
I felt good at the time we spoke. But later I kept wondering if that conversation was a sign of him planning to return to our life.
 
When Desai returned to Pune the following week, he invited us again. This time, I told Meera who had invited us.
"It doesn’t mean anything, does it?" Meera asked.
Her question was a relief for me because it meant she wasn't looking to rekindle anything related to Desai. She wanted to see it as just a casual lunch.
The past was getting buried. The thought relieved me, to be honest.
 
This time, lunch was at another restaurant, and Desai wasn’t alone. He was with Maithrei.
We had lunch, and although Desai and Maithrei behaved appropriately, I couldn’t help but notice moments of jealousy flicker in Meera’s eyes.
 
During the lunch, Desai somehow sensed that it wasn't my first meeting with Maithrei in many months. He asked, "So, how long have you two been keeping secrets from me?"
I chuckled, "It's just business, Desai. Maithrei is a client of Vickey Security Services."
Desai had a mischievous grin on his face, "Ah, business. But I wonder if Meera knows about this secret deal."
Meera looked intrigued, "What secret deal?"
Desai went on with his playful teasing, "Oh, nothing, just Krish and Maithrei here keeping secrets from both of us."
Maithrei tried to defend her, "It's all strictly professional, I can assure you guys. Though I must admit, I've had a long-standing wish for a dinner date with Krish. It’s still pending since long."
She revealed and threw her teasing eyes at me. Maithrei was unbelievably daring.
“Oh, really? Krish, are you aware of this?" Desai asked.
“Yeah,” I confessed. “I’m aware of that.”
Desai quickly turned to Meera, "Meera, what do you think? Would you mind if Krish had an innocent dinner date with Maithrei? She's been quite patient."
 
Meera hesitated, exchanging a glance with me, and then replied playfully, "I hate spending time alone when Krish is having fun with another woman, especially a beautiful one like Maithrei."
Desai's eyes sparkled with amusement, "What if I keep you company, Meera? We could have an innocent dinner too, just the two of us. Then I'll drop you back with Krish."
Meera smiled at him but shook her head, "Thanks, Susheel, but I think I'll pass on that dinner offer this time."
Her words simply brought joy in my mind.
Another sign of burying that past.
 
Desai nodded. "Alright, fair enough. Maybe another time then."
Meera laughed lightly. "Yes, another time."
“Well, I think my wait will continue then,” Maithrei joked.
We all laughed together.
 
One day, as I was working on my laptop, a notification popped up about a software update for the voice recorder – the device that I had hidden in my shelf many months ago. I had completely forgotten about it. Out of curiosity, I decided to check the update.
 
I replaced the depleted battery and tried syncing it. To my surprise, it was now working properly. However, I was sure that I had no real need for it. I considered throwing it away, not wanting Meera to ever discover it. However, on second thought, I decided to place it back in the third bedroom, which was still soundproof. But I was confident that it would never be of any use in my life again.
 
One evening, Piyush called me up and asked, “are you interested in enjoying a music program, Krish?”
I said, “Why not?”
The following week, when he visited Pune, we had lunch with him at a restaurant near Meera's office. Piyush handed me a small envelope. "I thought you two might enjoy this," he said. Inside were two tickets to a music concert. "It's a couple's only section ticket," Piyush explained. I accepted it gratefully, but later, Meera asked why Piyush wasn't coming along.
"It's a couple's ticket, so I can't join you," Piyush explained with a smile. "Unless three people are counted as a couple." Meera laughed at his joke.
 
A few days before the concert, Maithrei told me she had a couple's ticket for an event in the city. It turned out to be the same music concert for which Piyush had gifted us tickets. Maithrei was eager to invite me to join her. However, I mentioned I was already committed to Meera to go as a couple.
"Then I’ll have to find a new partner to make it to the event. Someone safe to be with, unlike you and Desai," Maithrei quipped.
"Me? What is wrong with me? In what sense am I like Desai?" I wondered.
Maithrei smiled. "Desai is someone who would take advantage of being with me. And you are someone I'd like to take advantage of. In both ways, you guys are dangerous for me. I'd like to enjoy music there."
I laughed, and then I remembered Piyush.
“I have a friend who’d like to have a partner for the event,” I told Maithrei.
 
When I told her about Piyush and his witty nature, she agreed. So, I spoke to Piyush about joining us for the concert. He was excited when I told him that I had found a partner for him, to be at the event.
“You are a magician, Krish!” He said.
 
On the eve of the event, Meera said she would be late due to a conference. She planned to freshen up and proceed to the venue directly from the office, asking me to pick up Maithrei from her house. I hired a taxi and reached Maithrei’s place, but she was also caught up in an online meeting. While waiting, I played video games with Maithrei’s twelve-year-old son. Piyush called, saying he was at the venue, waiting for us. Later, Meera called to say she had also arrived. Unsure of how much longer Maithrei would take, I directed Meera to find Piyush by sharing his number, and to proceed with him to enter the place.
 
Maithrei managed to free herself soon and apologized for the delay. She looked a bit stressed after the long meeting session but dressed up quickly. Wearing a dark pink crop top and zipped jacket, along with black pants, Maithrei looked different from her usual traditional avatar.
"You look different, except you look as beautiful as ever, Maithrei," I mentioned.
Maithrei smiled. "I thought my usual kurta look wouldn’t suit a music concert. And you also look dashing." She said with an admiring look.
 
We left soon. We sat together in the car and Maithrei thanked me for showing patience and playing with her son.
I smiled at her. As soon as the car left the street, Maithrei turned to me and then pulled me close to kiss me. It was a sudden move and I was stunned. Her soft lips pressed into mine, almost trying to push them into my mouth. Before I could open my mouth and taste them, she moved back.
“I’m sorry, but I know I wouldn’t get a chance to do this at the concert,” she whispered.
“Oh God!” I touched my lips with a smile. “But this was something.”
She bit her lip and looked away. She later noticed my pants were black and mentioned that we were wearing somewhat matching clothes.
"You should have told me earlier. I have a light pink shirt in my wardrobe," I said.
"Oh, I wonder what I missed," she replied.
"We’ll make up for it next time."
I squeezed her thigh as she spoke. I glanced at her eyes. Her eyes were flirting with me. I could not take my eyes off her either. Eventually, she pinched my cheek and pushed my face away.
"Stop looking at me like that, gentleman. I am getting embarrassed."
"Why?"
She smiled at me and bit her lip. Then she slowly moved closer to me. I held her arm and slowly caressed it. "You are aware that my wife is also going to be there?"
"Oh," she made a disappointed face.
"You had all the chance to do it differently," I said.
Maithrei nodded. "You know, Krish, I never thought it would be like this, like we’d be sitting so close like this, let alone be sharing a sweet kiss, until this moment. I thought about the concert and thought there would be no way I’d be flirting with you at the concert. Unlucky me."
 
Despite all the flirting, deep in my mind I was carrying a belief that it was just innocent flirting because I knew it would be over as soon as we arrived at the venue.
 
Then Maithrei asked, "If we were alone, we could have gone somewhere else instead of there, right?"
I looked at her. Her eyes were smiling. In a fraction of a second, I imagined her lying in a cosy bed and myself climbing onto that bed to take over her body with my love. I sensed a movement in my pants. I was getting aroused.
"Don’t tease me now. You’ve already messed it up, girl," I said with a coy face.
Maithrei laughed.
 
We arrived at the venue and entered as a couple. The music program was about to start. We saw Meera and Piyush sitting together in another row in the section. I called Meera on the phone and she walked over to us. I noticed she was dressed for the occasion. I think she had carried the dress to her office that morning. Wearing a light blue off-shoulder gown, she simply oozed beauty. The gown, though just teasing the top portion of her cleavage, was more about showcasing the shape of her body. The necklace she wore delicately framed her collarbone, drawing even more attention to her elegant neckline. She looked absolutely stunning. As she walked over to us, I could see many people struggling to pretend they weren’t affected by her, while others simply couldn’t look away.
As Meera walked toward us with a gorgeous smile, I couldn’t miss the shape of her thighs, which were pretty obvious due to the silky nature of her clothing. The neatly tied waistline only helped reveal more about the perfectness of her body. I thought Piyush would be proud to be in the company of such a beautiful woman.
 
As there were no seats available next to them, Maithrei and I found other seats.
“I’m leaving my heart with you, Maithrei. Be kind to him,” Meera teased as she went back to her seat.
“I’ll try my best,” Maithrei retorted.
 
Later I saw Meera looking at me and smiling. She even gestured that Maithrei looked beautiful and not to miss my opportunity. I gestured back for her to enjoy with Piyush.
 
Just before the event started, I was surprised to see Desai walking in. I instantly shouted his name and he was equally surprised to see me, especially with Maithrei. He walked over to us, and I noticed a woman accompanying him.
Desai was not alone. He introduced his new friend to us. “Meet my friend Vaikha Rose. Isn’t she beautiful?”
I watched Vaikha blush at his introduction, and the dimples on either side of her cheeks caught my attention immediately.
The man has found a match! I thought to myself.
 
Vaikha was an entrepreneur from Karnataka, but she had her business based in Nasik. She looked around forty years old but indeed looked beautiful. She was married, and her husband was a central government employee posted in Delhi. She had met Desai on the flight to Pune a day earlier. Vaikha’s husband was supposed to join her for the night, but when he failed to make it, Vaikha invited Desai to join her for the concert. She seemed happy to have acquainted someone like Desai. The moment she mentioned her marital status, I looked at Maithrei, and she looked at me. We knew what it meant.
The man has found a match!
 
After a brief chat with us, Desai and Vaikha moved on to their seats. Vaikha was wearing a sleeveless gown and looked like a slightly older version of Maithrei, except that Vaikha was heavy on makeup. She seemed to be enjoying Desai’s company immensely. They constantly exchanged jokes, and Vaikha laughed wholeheartedly at his humour. I knew she would love to get closer to him.
 
I couldn’t help but wonder how easily Desai attracted new women. I felt Meera must witness him being with another woman. I called Meera to turn towards us and pointed out Desai and Vaikha. I saw Meera's eyes widening with surprise. Parted by a few meters, Meera and Desai exchanged pleasantries through gestures. I noticed Desai showing surprise to meet Meera and that too, with the company of Piyush. Meera laughed, and responded that he was also with someone new. Meera messaged me later, asking who the lady with Desai was. I explained that it was someone Desai met and befriended on a flight a day ago.
 
The venue was packed to the maximum, and the music program started soon. The concert began with slow, melodious songs before transitioning to faster tracks. The crowd behind the VIP lounges hadn’t come to sit; they were standing and dancing, some even on the chairs. When the singer walked down the runway, bringing himself into the middle of the crowd, and switched to his signature fast-paced track, the crowd erupted in joy and ecstasy. It was pure joy. We sang and screamed with him, and even those in the VIP lounge near the runway were jumping up and dancing. We were all lost in the music, perfectly synchronized with the lighting and smoke effects. As Maithrei had mentioned earlier, it was not a place for an intimate date but a place to embrace the joy of music.
 
However, something unexpected happened afterward. Maithrei received a phone call from home, saying her son had fallen from the staircase and gotten injured. She was understandably worried and needed to leave.
"I’ll have to go now, Krish," she said.
I called aside Piyush and Meera to explain the situation and volunteered to accompany Maithrei. "I’ll drop her at home."
Meera nodded affirmatively as I said this. Piyush suggested that we all could go, but Maithrei stopped us.
"No, don’t embarrass me by creating a mess out of this. I’ll handle it. Please," she insisted.
 
I requested to be allowed to drop her at her place, and she agreed when I added that it would be tough to find a taxi at that moment. Meera asked if she could come, but Piyush volunteered to drop her at our place in an hour since the concert would be over by the time I returned from Maithrei’s place. We agreed.
 
Maithrei again apologized to Meera and Piyush for interrupting the fun. We exited the venue and, with some difficulty, found a taxi to head to her house. Maithrei kept apologizing to me as well. Along the way, she got a call from her husband, Anand, saying their son was okay. He had arranged for a doctor to check him, and there was nothing to worry about. Anand told her to stay back at the concert and return when it finished. Maithrei said she was already on her way.
We both felt relieved.
"Thank God," I said, squeezing Maithrei’s hand.
 
As we approached the road deviating towards my house, Maithrei suggested I could leave if I wanted to. I asked if she didn’t want me to come to her house.
"I’d like to have you at my place, but not when he’s there," she smiled. This time, there was no hint of flirting, but I could see in her eyes how much she wanted to be intimate with me. I felt she was not comfortable playing the role of a wife in front of me.
 
I alighted at the deviation towards my house. Maithrei proceeded to her home, and I waited for a taxi to get back. I wasn’t worried about Meera being with Piyush, as I knew she would be safe with him.
 
I decided to skip dinner as I was content with the snacks I had at the music concert. So, I went straight home. I got a phone call from Meera. She said the program was over, and she and Piyush were entering a hotel to have a light dinner. I asked about Desai and Vaikha. She said they were also with them.
 
By the time she hung up the phone, I had reached home. The light in the hall was still on. I felt lonely and tired, suddenly. I went to the bedroom and saw Meera's clothes thrown lazily all over the bed. I noticed her bra and panties also lying there. I guessed that she had returned from her office and left in a hurry for the concert. Out of some dirty curiosity, I picked up her panties and felt their smoothness with my hand. I scolded my perverted mind and dropped them back on the bed. I decided to take a quick nap as I figured they would take at least an hour to get back home.
 
I removed my shoes beside my bed, turned off the light, and fell onto the bed. I fell asleep quickly but was awakened by a phone call from Maithrei. She said she had reached home and her son was perfectly alright.
"I should have stayed back," she said.
"It's okay," I replied.
"What are you doing?" she asked.
"I’m lying in my bed, alone, in the darkness. And you?"
"I'm just overthinking some what-ifs."
"What what-ifs?" I asked.
"Like what if I was there with you? I would have helped you from that loneliness and darkness."
"This is not a place to receive such help anyway," I said. "Meera will be here soon."
"Meera is with Piyush. How come you're not worried about it?" she asked.
"Why would I be worried about them?"
"Are you sure he is not like Desai?"
"Now you're overthinking. I know Piyush very well." I defended. "I’m rather worried about Vaikha."
"Yeah, right! Desai's latest one-night stand. I think she is going to have a blast tonight. It’s her night."
Maithrei’s voice was filled with excitement. I laughed too.
"Yeah, someone else scored tonight."
 
But it was far from true. I learned it when Piyush phoned me and asked if Meera got home. I was surprised.
“Wasn’t she with you?”
“Yeah, but she left with Desai. He said he would drop her home.”
I wondered how Desai came into the picture. Wasn’t he busy seducing another married woman?
But I didn’t feel anything wrong in Meera leaving with Desai because Vaikha was supposed to be with them.
“Okay, that’s great.” I said, “What about you? Have you reached your place?”
“Yeah, Vaikha dropped me at my hotel. We were staying in nearby hotels, so we felt it would be convenient.”
His revelation set off an alarm in my head, and I stood up. But before I could worry, I heard the doorbell. They are here!
Desai and Meera are here!
 
My mind scrambled for action, and an instant desire to see how they would behave in my absence filled my head. I looked around for a place to hide.
Bathroom? No. Behind the curtain? Never. Shelf? Yes? Which one?
 
Even as I consciously and frantically searched for a hiding spot, a deep, instinctual part of my subconscious mind warned me that something terrible was about to happen. I couldn’t explain it scientifically, but from my experience of living through similar moments many times before, I knew I wasn’t wrong.
And it was terrifying.

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