Adultery The Facilitator

[Ajay Kailash]

I strongly feel that divorce can only bring peace in both life.

[kishen]

This is a really well-written story, I read this story in one go. It seems to have come to its logical ending in a way, maybe the author can bring some twists and turns to it. But, till now whatever he has written is really commendable.

[xbiilove]

Waiting for final nail in kunal coffin.

[Yesudoss]

Absolutely cant control the suspense of redemption or separation. Please post the next update soon.

[Harry Jordan]

How can this be a loss for Esha when she has a man that can give more than what kunal can give. Since priya is from poor family, she need not be so cheap to break a family and steal a man and marry him seond hand. 

Beause Esha is being fooled into this. Priya's toxic trait has ruined Esha's mindset which is why she has now developed feelings for Aniket. If Esha accepts Aniket and abandons Kunal and Aditya then she becomes the true loser but I don't think the mother in her will let her abandon Aditya. She won't do the same with Kunal because Kunal has equally been a part of their family and is an important part in Aditya's life. They raised Aditya on an equal footing.

More than many ways Kunal was the rightful partner for Esha because he was a supportive presence in her life. Aniket isn't a support, he is just an addiction. A doorway to so called "sexual freeedom" and "Liberation". When Esha starts to succumb to it , she will realize that Aniket and his materialistic gifts will be the only thing part of her life. She can say goodbye to Kunal and Aditya and start new with a rich man. And there is term we call women like that , women that has everything and at the same time nothing. A GOLD DIGGER!

[clearlover]

PART K


The days following their confrontation had been a delicate dance of avoidance and tentative steps towards reconciliation. Esha and Kunal moved around each other like dancers unsure of the next move, each touch or word weighed with the memory of their past and the hope for something new. The house had become a canvas of their silent struggle, where every room whispered of what had been lost and what might yet be salvaged.

Esha found herself watching Kunal, noticing the changes in him. His eyes no longer held the sharpness of suspicion but rather the softness of someone trying to understand, to connect. He had started to ask about her day with genuine interest, about the books she read, the thoughts that kept her awake at night. It was in these small moments that Esha felt a flicker of the man she fell in love with, the man she thought she had lost to the shadows of their past mistakes.

Kunal, on his part, was learning to listen, not just to Esha's words but to the silence between them. He recognized the effort it took for her to smile genuinely, the way her eyes would linger on him before darting away, as if fearful of what she might find. He wanted to bridge the gap, to show her that he was willing to explore the depths of their relationship, to find beauty in the complexities of love.

Their shared home, once a battlefield of unspoken accusations, was slowly transforming into a den where healing could begin. It was in this context that Kunal proposed something new, something that could be theirs alone, away from the roles they played as parents, professionals, and lovers caught in the web of betrayal.


The morning after their heartfelt conversation last time, Esha woke up feeling a mix of relief and cautious optimism. The air in their home had changed, no longer heavy with the unspoken but filled with a tentative hope. Kunal, already up, was in the kitchen, the smell of brewing chai mingling with the silence of reconciliation.

Esha joined him, their eyes meeting in a way that felt both new and nostalgic. Kunal handed her a cup, the warmth of it a metaphor for their attempt to thaw the chill between them. "I was thinking," he started, his voice cautious, "maybe we could start something new, something just for us." He paused, then continued, "How about a book club, just you and me?"

Esha's smile was genuine, a spark of interest lighting up her eyes. "I'd like that," she said, the idea resonating with her love for literature and the need to find common ground with Kunal beyond their routine.

That evening, they settled into their newly arranged reading nook, with the first book, "The Unbearable Lightness of Being" by Milan Kundera, in hand. The choice was deliberate; its themes mirrored their own journey of understanding love, freedom, and the weight of choices.

As they delved into the narrative, their conversation flowed naturally, touching on life's complexities, much like the book's characters. They discussed the concept of lightness versus weight in relationships, Esha finding parallels in her own life, her voice soft but clear. "We're both Tereza and Sabina, aren't we?" she mused, looking at Kunal, who nodded, understanding her more than ever before.

The room was bathed in the soft glow of lamps, creating an intimate space where words could heal. They shared thoughts, fears, and dreams, the book a catalyst for deeper connection. Kunal listened, truly listened, to Esha's interpretations, her desires expressed through her engagement with the text.

As the evening wore on, their conversation drifted from the literary to the personal, their words weaving a new narrative for them. The atmosphere was charged with an unspoken understanding, a quiet acknowledgment of their mutual effort to mend and explore.

When the book was set aside, Kunal leaned closer, his kiss tentative at first but deepening with the passion of their shared revelations. He whispered lines from the book into her ear, turning their literary discussion into a sensual exploration. "You are my lightness," he breathed, his hands gently lifting her nighty, seeking the warmth of her skin.

The intimacy that followed was different; it was not just about physical closeness but about rediscovering each other. Esha guided Kunal, her touch a dialogue of her own, showing him where she yearned for connection, her responses to his exploration an effort to the bridge they were building.

Their love-making was slow, each movement a step towards understanding, towards reclaiming what had been lost. It was a dance of words and touch, their bodies speaking a language of forgiveness and hope.

As they lay together, the book they had started their evening with now on the floor, Esha felt Kunal's heartbeat under her cheek, a steady rhythm that promised new beginnings, new stories to write together.



The morning after their book club discussion, the house was alive with the sounds of Aditya playing, his laughter a reminder of the life they were fighting to keep intact. Kunal and Esha spent the day with him, indulging in family activities, from park visits to building forts with blankets in the living room. It was these moments of normalcy that made Kunal feel grounded, hopeful.

After tucking Aditya in, the atmosphere shifted as they returned to the intimacy they had started to rebuild. They sat close in the reading nook, but the book was soon forgotten as Kunal pulled Esha into a kiss, his desire reignited by the day's closeness.

"I want to feel you like I've never felt you before," Kunal whispered, his voice a mix of love and longing. They moved to the bedroom, the day's light fading into the soft glow of evening, creating an intimate cocoon around them.

Kunal suggested the Lotus position, not out of competition or comparison but from a place of wanting to match the intensity he sensed in Esha, the depth he knew she craved. Esha's eyes met his, a silent agreement to explore this new frontier together.

They undressed each other slowly, each touch an apology, a promise, a declaration of intent. Kunal's hands traced Esha's curves, his touch deliberate, worshipping every inch of her. "You're everything," he murmured, guiding her into position.

In the Lotus, they were as close as two people could be, Esha's legs wrapped around him, her body pressed against his. Kunal looked into her eyes, searching, hoping to find the same connection she had with Aniket, to erase the shadows of those memories with his own presence.

"Tell me if this is what you need," Kunal whispered, his movements slow, deep, each one a quest for connection, for the passion he knew she sought. Esha's response was a soft moan, her breath catching as she felt him, really felt him.

"You're doing it, Kunal," Esha gasped, her voice laced with the thrill of discovery, her body responding to his in a way that felt both familiar and new. But even as pleasure built, there was a whisper in her eyes, a flicker of something that Kunal couldn't fully grasp, an echo of desires not completely sated.

Kunal tried to match the intensity he remembered seeing between Esha and Aniket, to make this moment their own, to claim back her desire. "Is this it? Is this what you want?" he asked, his voice thick with need, his thrusts measured to draw out every sensation.

"Yes, more," Esha encouraged, her hands gripping him, pulling him closer, her body moving with his in a dance of shared ecstasy. But as they moved together, Kunal couldn't shake the feeling that he was chasing a shadow, that this position, this intimacy, was close but not quite the same.

Their climax was intense, a mix of physical pleasure and emotional complexity. Kunal held her as they came, their bodies shuddering together, but in the stillness that followed, he sensed the remnants of her past desires, the ghost of Aniket in her satisfied yet searching eyes.

"I love you, Esha," Kunal whispered, his voice a mix of triumph and vulnerability. "I want to be all you need."

Esha kissed him, her response a silent acknowledgment of his efforts, his love, but also an unspoken confession that the journey to fully satisfy her desires was still ongoing. They lay there, their bodies cooling, the room quiet except for their breathing, the day's laughter with Aditya now a distant memory, replaced by the intimate dance they shared.

As they drifted to sleep, Kunal held her, determined to keep trying, to keep loving, to find the key to her heart's deepest desires, while Esha felt the complex web of her emotions, loving Kunal deeply yet aware of the passions she had tasted and the quiet yearning for something more, even if she didn't voice it.




The morning after their intimate exploration i, the sun filtered through the curtains, casting a gentle light over Kunal and Esha, still entwined from the night before. Aditya's laughter standing beside them broke the silence, pulling them back to the reality of their life as parents, as a family.

Kunal stirred first, watching Esha sleep, her face peaceful, yet he wondered if he had truly reached her the way he hoped. He kissed her forehead gently, not wanting to wake her but needing to feel close. As he got up to start the day, he felt a mix of satisfaction from last night and a lingering doubt about whether he could ever fully meet her desires.

Breakfast was a chaotic, joyful affair, with Aditya chattering about his dreams and plans for the day, oblivious to the undercurrents between his parents. Esha, now awake, moved with a grace that seemed to carry the weight of their complex relationship. They laughed, they talked, but Kunal was more attentive than usual, listening not just to what was said but to what was left unsaid.

After breakfast, they decided to take Aditya to the beach, a place where they could all feel the wind, the sand, and the vastness of the ocean. It was there, amidst the waves and Aditya's joy, that Kunal decided he needed to learn to listen, truly listen, to Esha. They built sandcastles with their son, the laughter and the sea providing a backdrop for a conversation that had been brewing.

As Aditya ran off to chase the waves, Kunal sat beside Esha, their hands brushing in the sand. "I want to understand you better," he said, his voice earnest, his eyes seeking hers. "Not just what you say but what you feel."

Esha looked at him, her eyes softening at his sincerity. "I feel... I feel like we're starting over," she admitted, her voice carrying both hope and a hint of caution. "But sometimes, I wonder if I'm still searching for something."

Kunal felt a stab of insecurity but chose to embrace it as a challenge, not a defeat. "I want to be part of that search," he replied, his hand finding hers, squeezing gently. "I want to be the one who finds you, again and again."

They spent the day at the beach, but the conversations that mattered happened in the quiet moments, the glances, the silent understanding. When they returned home, after Aditya was asleep, Kunal suggested they talk, not about books, but about them, about the whispers of their hearts.

In the living room, they sat close, the night enveloping them in its intimacy. Kunal listened as Esha spoke of her fears, her desires, her love for him, and the complexity of her emotions. He listened to the pauses, to the way her eyes looked away before meeting his again, to the tone of her voice when she spoke of her needs.

"I feel like I'm learning you all over again," Kunal confessed, his voice thick with emotion. He reached for her, pulling her into an embrace that spoke of his intent to understand, to connect. Their kiss was slow, a conversation without words, where Kunal tried to convey his commitment to this new chapter.

Their love-making that night was different, born from a place of listening rather than proving. Kunal paid attention to every sound Esha made, every shift in her body, responding to her cues with a newfound sensitivity. "Like this?" he'd ask, his voice a whisper against her skin, seeking affirmation, not validation.

Esha guided him, her hands showing him where she wanted him, her voice a soft guide through her pleasure. "Just like that," she murmured, her body arching into his, a dance of mutual discovery.

They moved together with a rhythm that felt like they were truly hearing each other for the first time in a long while. Each touch was a question, each response an answer, building a language of love that went beyond the physical. The climax was not just about pleasure but about feeling seen, understood, loved.

As they lay together afterward, the room quiet except for their breathing, Kunal felt a shift. It wasn't about erasing the past or matching a memory; it was about creating new ones, about listening to the heartbeats that had once felt out of sync.

"I love you," Esha whispered, her voice carrying the weight of her emotions, her journey with him.

Kunal held her, his heart full, yet aware that this was only the beginning of truly listening, of understanding Esha not just as his wife but as a woman with her own depths, her own desires. They fell asleep with this new understanding, the promise of tomorrow hanging in the air, a promise of continued growth, of listening, of love in its most human form.





The days following their beach outing had been filled with a renewed sense of connection for Kunal and Esha. They had found solace in the simplicity of family life, in the quiet moments of understanding and listening. Yet, beneath this surface of calm, the undercurrents of their past still whispered through their lives, a reminder of complexities yet to be fully resolved.

Priya, ever the observer, had watched this dance of reconciliation with a mix of interest and impatience. She had her own agenda, one that thrived on the chaos of human desires and the power of manipulation. She knew that peace, especially the kind built on the ruins of past passions, was often fragile, easily shattered by the right words, the right timing.

It was with this in mind that she orchestrated a meeting with Aniket, under the pretense of a casual catch-up. The location was a quaint café, a place where one could speak in hushed tones over coffee, a perfect stage for her schemes. She had learned of Aniket's recent business ventures, using it as a convenient excuse to reconnect. But her true aim was to stir the waters, to see if the embers of his past with Esha could still ignite.

As Aniket entered, his presence was both a reminder of the past and a challenge to the present. Priya greeted him with a smile that didn't quite reach her eyes, the air between them already charged with anticipation of the conversation to come. She had planned this encounter meticulously, knowing well that the human heart is both a battlefield and a playground, especially when it comes to love, desire, and the ghosts of relationships past.

Aniket arrived, his demeanor calm, a picture of maturity since he had decided to step back from Esha. They sat across from each other, the table between them laden with the weight of unspoken words.

"So, how have you been, Aniket?" Priya's voice was smooth, but there was an edge to it.

"Good, Priya. Busy with work, mostly," Aniket replied, his smile genuine yet guarded.

"Busy enough to forget about Esha?" she asked, her eyes narrowing slightly.

Aniket paused, his gaze steady. "Esha will always be a part of my memories, but I've moved on. I respect her marriage, her family."

Priya leaned forward, her tone shifting to one of mock sympathy. "Really? Because from where I stand, it looks like you've given up on something beautiful."

Aniket's voice was calm. "It wasn't mine to hold onto. Esha made her choice. I respect that."

"But what about what you want?" Priya prodded, her words sharp. "Did you just sit back and watch her go?"

"I want her to be happy. That's what matters," Aniket stated, his tone firm yet reflective.

Priya scoffed, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Oh, how noble. But what about your happiness, Aniket? Did you just throw that away?"

Aniket sighed, not rising to the bait. "My happiness isn't tied to one person. I've learned to find it in other ways."

"Or you've just settled," Priya countered, her eyes glinting with challenge. "Settled for less than what you truly desire."

Aniket met her gaze, unflinching. "Desire isn't everything, Priya. Sometimes, love means letting go."

Priya laughed, a sound devoid of warmth. "Love? Or fear of confrontation? You let her slip through your fingers."

"I didn't let her slip; I set her free," Aniket corrected, his voice steady.

"Free to be miserable with Kunal?" Priya's tone was acidic. "You think she's happy?"

Aniket's expression hardened. "I believe she's trying to find her way back to happiness, with or without me."

Priya leaned back, her eyes calculating. "Or maybe she's just waiting for someone to show her what she's missing."

"I won't be that someone, Priya. Not anymore," Aniket said, his resolve clear.

"But you could be," she insisted, her voice lowering to a whisper. "You know her better than Kunal ever could."

Aniket shook his head. "That's not for me to decide. Esha's journey is hers."

Priya's eyes narrowed, her voice now a taunt. "So, you're just going to watch from the sidelines as she lives a life of 'what ifs'?"

"I'll watch as her friend, nothing more," Aniket replied, his voice unwavering.

"Friend?" Priya scoffed. "Is that what you call giving up?"

"It's called respecting boundaries," Aniket said, his patience wearing thin.

Priya leaned in, her voice a low, manipulative murmur. "Or is it cowardice? Afraid to fight for what you once had?"

Aniket's eyes flashed with a brief annoyance. "It's not cowardice to honor someone's choice, Priya."

"But it's foolish," she pressed on, a smirk playing on her lips. "You could have her, you know. She still thinks about you."

Aniket's jaw tensed. "Esha deserves to move forward without interference from me."

Priya laughed, the sound echoing mockingly. "Move forward? She's stuck, Aniket. Stuck with a man who can't fulfill her."

"That's not for me to judge," Aniket said, his voice calm yet final.

"But you could change that," Priya urged, her tone manipulative. "You could be the one to set her free, truly free."

Aniket stood, signaling the end of the conversation. "Esha is free, Priya. Free to choose her path. And I've chosen mine."

Priya watched him, her eyes cold. "You'll regret this, Aniket. You'll see her with someone else and wonder what could have been."

"If she finds happiness, I won't regret anything," Aniket said, his tone leaving no room for debate.

As Aniket walked away, Priya's gaze lingered on him, filled with a mix of disdain and calculation. Her plan was simple: stoke the embers of desire, rekindle the fire of doubt, and watch as the drama unfolded, all while positioning herself as the master of destiny, manipulating lives like pieces on a chessboard. She knew she had planted seeds of discord, hoping they would grow into a storm that would shake the foundations of Kunal and Esha's fragile peace.

[clearlover]

Guys , here is the new year update. These updates are coming soon as I have already parts written which is easy to be arranged and posted. However, there may be a time when I would be busy and it will take from two to three weeks for update.

Meanwhile keep commenting. I love both negative and positive reply. I want story in a specific direction, which I will continue doing , without any influence from readers. However, I appreciate the efforts to read closely and comment on story.

[Yesudoss]

So, Priya has turned villain. Now Ankit will try to reach out to Esha to find if she is really happy and that would rekindle their past and bring them to square one. Fantastic update. From the behavior of Esha, she knows that even with closeness of kunal, she cannot get that freedom and thrilll of mating with someone other than him. That is the quality of a bitch she worn in. kunal is behaving like a friend and not like lover taking her without asking her.

[Harry Jordan]

So the recent update confirms it. Priya is the Villain of the Story. She is "The Facillitator", for her everyone is just a puppet. And it seems Esha and Kunal's marriage life will be her thing to toy. I actually feel bad for Aditya now. I hope Priya dies a horrible death in the end. She deserves to BURN IN HELL!

[Harry Jordan]

Guys , here is the new year update. These updates are coming soon as I have already  parts written which is easy to be arranged and posted. However, there may be a time when I would be busy and it will take from two to three weeks for update.

Meanwhile keep commenting. I love both negative and positive reply. I want story in a specific direction, which I will continue doing , without any influence from readers. However, I appreciate the efforts to read closely and comment on story.

A short and sweet update but a welcome one. I really like your limited literature approach to this story to be honest. Though as a fan I may just ask. I would like you to explore Kunal a bit more. And I believe you want to make Priya as the central character in the story since she is the master manipulator but it would be a cool approach if an Antithesis of Priya exist. I can see that in Kunal. Since his backstory is not much explored , you can build a dark past type story and make Kunal aware of Priya's actions and then have both of them play a game of chess but Kunal fighting for his life while Priya fighting for control. 

Eventually the story will cultimate in Kunal fighting hard and winning while Priya's whole perspective and idea of Feminism she so embraces fall apart and she falls down from her glass castle and into her hell of suffering. Priya is a despicable person. She deserves the worst end. Especially considering how she is toying with the fate of the child.

[Ananthukutty]

The character of Aniket is like a "Gentleman". He is never a family destroyer from the beginning except few instance of asking the involvement of kunal in their mating which esha refused. He sees her lost wife in Esha and thinking her as supporting block of his life.
When he came to know the family life of Esha is at risk, he moved out of her life. Now they are not professionally connected as Esha changed her job, but they are personally connected many times.He care for Esha very much, so definitely he will try to reach her to know her current condition.
Priya playing her cards well, but what is her real motive is yet to be known.
Top notch narration and thanks clearlover for special update.

[Harry Jordan]

So I am guessing from the last update. Aniket has a bigger cock than Kunal. This seems like its going to take the usual Cuckold husband route. Uggghhh.....I have started to grow sick and tired of this story trope!

[DeanWinchester00007]

Oh man , Its gotten interesting , Now its confirm that Priya is after her friends Marriage there is something she wants , Its cool that she has some agenda against couple . Priya is mastermind , Now central character . For Kunal i really hope he mans up for once , Going Romeo is not gonna help him . Why do all husbands are pretty bland , If Esha wants something, or miss something . Why husband dont feels the same . Kunal should also seek other women , maybe he is missing something too . Now i am waiting for Priya's motive and her agenda its something big . Kunal needs an ally here to balance the story . The toxic Priya needs someone who can play with her mind too. Kunal looks so helpless here , Why the fuck he is trying to win his wife ,putting so much effort , Meanwhile Esha still searching , her search is nothing but like a *Kasturi is the musk deer that goes mad searching for the scent of musk around it* . Also Kunal is wasting his time in putting so much effort for her , like asking her what she likes and what to do in bed, Bro aniket did not even ask those things . Stop trying to copy him . Just move on , find other women . lol Priya is great character to be honest , so cunning .

[DeanWinchester00007]

So I am guessing from the last update. Aniket has a bigger cock than Kunal. This seems like its going to take the usual Cuckold husband route. Uggghhh.....I have started to grow sick and tired of this story trope!

Yes , Man . Its not like that the story is badly written , but this has become norm now , same old story line . There is so many stories with same theme, format , and then ending. The story has three character , Husband , wife and bull . But majority of writers always focus on Wife and other man and forget about husband . Though the writing is good but it does not excite anymore other than erotic stuff. People loose interest .

[Ananthukutty]

So I am guessing from the last update. Aniket has a bigger cock than Kunal. This seems like its going to take the usual Cuckold husband route. Uggghhh.....I have started to grow sick and tired of this story trope!

Definitely Aniket has strong phsique as he hits the gym regularly and he has a two rounds as normal and he hit 5 in her house and outdone himself and shows how good he is in bed and more especially when he is with Esha. 

The way he carries her effortlessly and fuck her in the air and in different positions is what made her think always about and go back to his apartment and fall for him completely. The first time sex in their apartment followed by four times in a night when priya lied kunal to have esha with her and when she turned possessive on him hearing about the girlfriend and drawn every drop of his shows how much she loves him and yearn for his touches and monster cock. Esha want to have Aniket for herself for life.

Those images of mating in Aniket apartment and in her her guest room on her birth day can never be erased from her memory how much ever kunal tries to reconcile. Aniket is definitely a great seducer of woman with his charm and cock that keep Esha feel very much alive in bed and never fail to take her to heaven every time. Also, he suprises her with gifts, massages, feeds her, and appreciate her beauty, cares her and stay protective as a man whenever they are together for date has impressed her beyond limit. When he taste every inch of her body for hours and make her orgasm multiple times and have marathon sex with her for hours that she did not have even once with kunal has kindled her desires more and more to explore herself with him. 

Esha had experienced different positions of sex with Aniket that she can never imagine kunal can do. Sex with kunal is always slow and formal in missionary. But, with Aniket, it was raw, primal, animalistic and she will have the freedom to explore and ask from him whatever she want. As a wife, she cannot do the same with kunal as he might think she is cock hungry bitch in case if he is unable to do the way she ask. With Aniket, all forms of sex is possible and he taught her many possitions that she is unaware of it existed. 

It was Aniket who brought the inner desires of Esha (and bitch out of her)) and showed it to her how much she needs the attention of a real man. These are the thing that she could not imagine about asking kunal and yearned internally in her dreams. 

Not just in bed, Aniket also treated her like  his queen, respected her and worshipped her beauty, admired, appreciated and made her feel that she is always special to him. Every woman expect their man to do this. Unfortunate that kunal failed grossly and she experienced the same from Aniket and that made her feel that he is more special for her.

Aniket should have taken her to a honeymoon in the name of seminar for ten days. Did Aniket take the Anal virginity of Esha is only known to both of them.

Esha told kunal that she cannot breathe without her desires satisfied and lose herself. I dont think the changes in kunal can satisfy the desires of Esha like she had with Aniket that has grown bigger and beyond. At the same time, She cannot complain kunal as he is trying to do his best, but he cannot match Aniket. She will be tired and feel alone in her own thoughts. She will miss the touches of Aniket more and more. At one point kunal will also know the disappointment of Esha. So, there is no option for kunal other than to set an arrangement for her to have dual life with Aniket. if his ego did not allow it, the only option is divorce her and free her like how Aniket did for her to make her own life choice.

Like one reader quoted, it will be like Tadap web series and the next child of Esha will be from Aniket. 

[Dorabooji]

Marvelous updates.

Wish you a very happy new year. Keep rocking and take care.

[Harry Jordan]

Definitely Aniket has strong phsique as he hits the gym regularly and he has a two rounds as normal and he hit 5 in her house and outdone himself and shows how good he is in bed and more especially when he is with Esha. 

Ugghhh I am starting to hate this kind of stories. Not so long back it had some value , now it is just a convenient way to reduce the husband into a shell of a man. This whole trope of husband lacks in bed so wife is justified to get that relief from a better and capable man is starting to be such a bland storytelling. This kinds of stories only fuels the folks that enjoy the insult kink , like ridiculing the husband and insult his shortcomings has become a trope for every cuckold stories these days. And I understand because cuckold mindset often welcomes these thoughts.


As for this story , I believe this too will take that route since Kunal , Esha and Aniket are all pawns in Priya's game. She will be playing with them like their toys. And personally I am starting to hate the handling of Kunal , the story has progressed in a way to the point that everything is Kunal's fault. Esha did the betrayal but there is no consequence in her life because she feels 'Liberated'

And Kunal is being toyed around to the point that he believes he is the sole one at fault , he is being apologizing , begging and changing himself to make a better version of him in Esha's mind so that she can love him. Only thing that matters in this story right now is Esha's happiness. What about Kunal's happiness? Is he gonna spend the rest of his life always trying to impress Esha while Esha will always choose Aniket over him? And better yet , if Esha does choose Aniket and leaves Kunal , will Priya stop toying with them. 

Kunal is slowly being developed to a simp character. He has no identity , no character , no motivation , no soul in that matter. The only point he exist in this story is to fuel the "insult" kink lovers. He is the worthless husband , a shell of a man , the clown of the situation. What is more ridiculous is how Priya used "Feminism" to try to paint Kunal as the culprit in the story. The more I read it , I more I feel like Kunal is slowly getting reduced and shoveled to the side to the point that it won't matter whether he exist in the story or not. 


I definitely like the literature style of the story and the writer's approach. But as for the story , it has become a repetative cliche of another "Wimp Husband" tale where the woman finds her perfect man and the Husband is the cupid to his own wife and her lover. He has no soul , he has no life , he has no importance. The whole point of his existence in this story is to fuel the erotic adventures of his wife and her lover and a token "problem" in the wife's life and feelings.

[Dorabooji]

If kunal divorce esha, priya is not a common friend anymore. There is nothing left for priya to do to kunal thereafter. court will decide the custody of the child. Being the cheating reason, child will be left with dad most probably. Even if Esha takes the child, Ankit will be happy to be father of it considering the his love for Esha. If kunal wants to live his life, he should slowly improve himself physically and mentally and marry another woman after few months of divorcing esha and cut all the ties with her and not even as a friend. He will take care of new wife to the best based on his past lessons. Only thing is he would lose his son. But time will heal everything and he will have two more children from new partner and his life will be complete.

[Jayam Ramana]

Mesmerising story and interesting comments.

[Arul Pragasam]

Super bro. Story turned like a thriller now with Esha decision to forget the past hanging in the air. She talk to kunal, but not with the same love as earlier that was unconditional. Priya still planning on something seeing the game not working on her favor. Is there a flashback where kunal insulted her and she wants to take a revenge?