Adultery The Facilitator

[xavierrxx]

Nice hot update, but not that erotic. At the end of the day, it is womans decision to decide with whom she want to sleep and whose child she want to carry in her womb. She has the right over her body and no one including her husband can control her. Esha is the final decision maker and not kunal, aniket or priya.

[Harry Jordan]

Nice hot update, but not that erotic. At the end of the day, it is womans decision to decide with whom she want to sleep and whose child she want to carry in her womb. She has the right over her body and no one including her husband can control her. Esha is the final decision maker and not kunal, aniket or priya.

Esha didn't make that decision. Priya made it for her. Esha was contempt with her life until Priya manipulated her and pushed her to a scenario where she committed the ultimate act of adultery and betrayal. On top of that , Priya convinced her saying she did it for her own good. There is nothing good that Esha did , for the carnal desires of her body , she completely forgot Kunal and abandoned Aditya and her own marriage to find better sex. Right now Esha fits the bill of a gold digger in all sense.

[xavierrxx]

Esha didn't make that decision. Priya made it for her. Esha was contempt with her life until Priya manipulated her and pushed her to a scenario where she committed the ultimate act of adultery and betrayal. On top of that , Priya convinced her saying she did it for her own good. There is nothing good that Esha did , for the carnal desires of her body , she completely forgot Kunal and abandoned Aditya and her own marriage to find better sex. Right now Esha fits the bill of a gold digger in all sense.

Ankit had already kissed Esha before priya pushed her to him and Esha was attracted towards him from moment she saw him first by his charm, grace, looks, manliness, respect towards her, the way he appreciated her like no other client. she was double minded and guilty of cheating the family getting attraccted towards another man.  There is undeniable connection that has developed in few days of her professional connnection, Priya noticed the eyes of Esha towards Ankit and how he looked her and seeing the way her friend suffering with inner desires and guilt, she spoke about liberation and feminism and convinced/confused her and pushed her to Ankit and asked him to take care of her nicely knowing that it will end all the mindblocks. Esha never slept for money/gift/cock, there is more than that she was attracted. 
Internally, Ankit kind of man she was dreaming in her life, but ended up getting kunal.

[Sakshi Priyan]

Great story and narration. waiting to read more.

[Dhanapal]

Aniket with Esha is the right pair, Esha should divorce Kunal will be solution and they remain best friends eill be the solution, After all it is Esha 's decision of whom she should be, Aditya is the bridge between Kunal and Esha, if Aniket & Aditya won't have a problem between them then the route is clear.

[Harry Jordan]

Ankit had already kissed Esha before priya pushed her to him and Esha was attracted towards him from moment she saw him first by his charm, grace, looks, manliness, respect towards her, the way he appreciated her like no other client. she was double minded and guilty of cheating the family getting attraccted towards another man.  There is undeniable connection that has developed in few days of her professional connnection, Priya noticed the eyes of Esha towards Ankit and how he looked her and seeing the way her friend suffering with inner desires and guilt, she spoke about liberation and feminism and convinced/confused her and pushed her to Ankit and asked him to take care of her nicely knowing that it will end all the mindblocks. Esha never slept for money/gift/cock, there is more than that she was attracted. 
Internally, Ankit kind of man she was dreaming in her life, but ended up getting kunal.

Still she was manipulated. Yes she felt the attraction but she fought to maintain her marriage ,  because Esha in the beginning saw her world complete with Aditya and Kunal by her side. She had a complete life until Priya started her mindgames and coerced her to making her fall into her own cravings and that resulted in her loosing her grip on marriage. Despite their first time , Esha wanted to forget it and hold onto her marriage but Priya manipulated her further because she wanted to toy with this family for her own twisted sadistic games. None of Esha's actions can be justified right because Esha wasn't the only person sexually reprieved in their marriage. Kunal was too , just like how Esha seeked sexual liberation. Kunal deserves that too , but now he is being turned into a yes man and a simp for Esha so that the author can set Kunal up to be the perfect cuckold for Esha.

And if Aniket is the kind of man that Esha wants then she should wholeheartedly divorce Kunal and leave Kunal and Aditya and live her life. Kunal didn't force her to stay in the marriage its Esha constantly blaming Kunal as if he is the reason she fell in love with Aniket. Esha is nothing more than a BITCH at this point but she cannot be fully blamed. The real villain in this story is PRIYA , she is the Facilitator. She is playing this family like a puppet and poor and innocent Aditya is going to suffer for it.


At this point , my care for the story is none. Not a big fan of the Wimp Cuckold Husband trope. I hope Priya dies a painful death. She is not a woman , she is just a witch in woman's clothing!

[Vicky Viknesh]

I wonder why kunal did not ask Esha that if he had cheated on her, what would be her reaction.
Can she accept it and move on?

[Saikarthik]

Superb Story and your narration too good

[vishuvanathan]

Interesting story

[raka123]

I read a cuckold story where a son was working on a car wash. The owner of the car wash has an affair with her step nephew,a black boy(forget the name). The son find about the affair. Later the car wash owner inform this to the mother and sack the son' job. Then the mother find out son's fantasies and collection of her bikini pictures in son's computer and took total control of his son's life and made him cuckold. The mom also began an affair with the black boy that i mentioned early.
I READ IT ON LITEROTICA BUT FORGET THE NAME OF THE STORY. CAN ANYONE TELL ME THE NAME OF THIS STORY??

[Gandhi krishna]

After joining the new job, did Esha cut the friendship of Priya. There is no conversations between them and only Kunal is fighting to heal everything. No effort from Esha side as well. How long Esha control her desires that she developed and grown rapidly. Will Priya win the plans of breaking the marriage by again talking to Kunal and telling him that Esha has lost herself now and living like a dead log with him. What kunal would do then? Will Esha ever try to understand her husband and help him to get her desires satisfied. Cant wait to read the further updates.

[NityaSakti]

Think after trying his level best to reconcile, kunal will be left with no option other than sharing his wife to Aniket to avoid divorce.

[a2011]

I guess priya and esha are pushing kunal to act like a cuck...i mean he already has acted like one...and they have gaslighted him to believe its his fault...hope they divorce and go their own ways...who would want such a whore anyways...

[clearlover]

PART L


The anticipation for Diwali had been building for weeks, the festival symbolizing not just the victory of light over darkness but for Esha and Kunal, a chance to redefine their narrative. Their home was transformed into a canvas of light, with diyas lining every corner, creating patterns of hope and renewal. The air was thick with the aroma of sweets and savory dishes, the sound of laughter mingling with the chiming of bangles and the rustle of silk saris.

For Esha, this Diwali was more than tradition; it was a witness to her commitment to mend what had been broken. She had poured her heart into every detail, from the intricate rangoli at the entrance to the carefully curated playlist of bhajans and contemporary music. Kunal, inspired by her enthusiasm, had taken charge of the fireworks, their colors meant to erase the shadows of their past.

Aditya's joy was infectious, his laughter a balm to the unspoken tensions. Yet, beneath the surface of this festive veneer, Esha felt the weight of expectations, both her own and those she sensed from the guests, especially from Priya, who had arrived with a smile that seemed too knowing, too calculated.

Priya, with her gift of an exquisite piece of jewelry for Esha, watched the couple, her mind weaving plans. She had always been the orchestrator of change, the one who saw beyond the facade. For her, this Diwali was not just a celebration but an opportunity, a stage set for the next act in the drama she had been directing from the shadows.

As the guests arrived, filling the house with their voices and vibrancy, Priya's eyes never strayed far from Esha, waiting for that moment when the mask of the perfect hostess might slip, revealing the woman she knew was still wrestling with her desires, her past. The festival of lights was, for Priya, a festival of shadows, where truths could be illuminated or further concealed.

The Diwali party was in full swing, the house aglow with diyas, the air thick with the sound of laughter of guests. Esha moved through the crowd, her sari a vibrant splash of color, her smile a mask of the perfect hostess. Priya, ever the observer, caught her at the edge of the crowd, pulling her into a quieter corner where they could speak without the noise of celebration drowning them out.

"You've done well, Esha, really," Priya started, her voice warm but with an undercurrent of something more. "This party, your efforts with Kunal... it's like watching a phoenix rise from the ashes."

Esha, slightly flushed from the warmth of the room and the compliment, replied, "We're trying. It's not easy, but we're making progress."

"But are you, Esha? Really?" Priya's tone shifted subtly, her eyes narrowing in a way that suggested she could see through Esha's facade. "Or are you just playing the part of the happy wife?"

Esha's denial was quick, "I am happy, Priya. Kunal and I, we're finding our way back."

"To what, though?" Priya leaned in closer, her voice a whisper that seemed to carry more weight than the music and chatter around them. "To a life where you've locked away part of yourself?"

Esha's eyes flashed with a mix of defiance and uncertainty, "That's not fair, Priya. I've chosen this life; I want this life."

"But your choices, Esha, are they truly yours, or are they what you think you should want?" Priya's words were like a soft blade, probing gently but with intent. "You can't tell me you don't feel that pull, that whisper of what was missing."

Esha shook her head, her voice firm yet betraying a hint of doubt, "No, no, I don't," she protested. "Aniket is in the past. I've moved on."

"Have you, though? Because when you look at the lights, the colors, do you not see a shadow of him in every celebration?" Priya's words painted a picture, her manipulation subtle, like planting seeds in fertile ground.

Esha shook her head, "You're twisting things, Priya. I love Kunal. We're rebuilding something beautiful."

Priya smiled, a smile that didn't quite reach her eyes, "Beautiful, yes, but is it complete? You've always had this fire, Esha, this desire. Is Kunal enough to keep that flame burning?"

"He is. He's my husband, the father of my child," Esha insisted, her voice rising slightly above the murmur of the party.

"And yet, you've tasted something different, something wild. That doesn't just disappear," Priya countered, her words now a direct challenge. "You can't deny the thrill you felt with Aniket, can you?"

Esha's breath caught, her denial weaker this time, "I don't need that thrill. I have love."

"Love and desire are not the same, Esha. You can have both, you know," Priya whispered, her voice a seductive lure. "Imagine feeling that passion again, the liberation of your desires, without losing what you have here."

Esha looked away, her hands clenching the pleats of her sari, "That's not possible. It's not right."

"But why not?" Priya pressed, her tone now one of mock innocence. "Kunal loves you enough to want your happiness, doesn't he? And happiness isn't just about duty or roles. It's about freedom, about being true to all parts of yourself."

Esha's eyes met Priya's, a silent battle raging within her, "You're suggesting I betray him again?"

"I'm suggesting you embrace all that you are," Priya said, her voice a velvet glove hiding the iron hand of manipulation. "Isn't it possible to love Kunal and still acknowledge what you felt with Aniket? What you might still feel?"

Esha shook her head, her voice a whisper of defiance, "No, Priya. That part of my life is over."

"Is it, Esha? Or are you just afraid to admit what you truly want?" Priya's question hung in the air, the festive sounds around them now a stark contrast to the intimate, charged conversation between the two women.

Esha's resolve was visible in the set of her jaw, "I want this family, this life. That's what I choose."

Priya's smile was enigmatic, "Choice is a beautiful thing, Esha. But sometimes, we make choices out of fear rather than desire. Think about it. Just think about what you might be missing, what you might still crave."

The conversation ended there, Esha turning back to her guests, her mind a whirl of conflicting emotions, Priya's words like a whisper in the wind, planting doubts, stirring desires she thought she had buried. The celebration continued around them, but for Esha, the party had taken on a different hue, the lights of Diwali now casting shadows of her own internal conflict.

The last of the Diwali guests had left, leaving behind a house that felt both serene and charged with the unspoken. The smell of fireworks still hung in the air, but now it was the quiet intimacy of their bedroom that awaited them. Kunal had prepared something different, a surprise aimed at reigniting their connection. The bed was strewn with rose petals, the room lit by candles, casting a warm, inviting light. Soft, unfamiliar music played, setting the tone for a night meant to be transformative.

Esha, still dressed in her saree, felt a mix of anticipation and the lingering echo of Priya's words. She followed Kunal, her steps hesitant yet drawn to the promise of closeness.

"Tonight, I want it to be just about us," Kunal said, his voice earnest, his eyes seeking to pierce through the veil of their recent discord.

Esha allowed him to peel away her saree, the fabric whispering against her skin, leaving her in her undergarments, feeling both vulnerable and desired. Kunal's hands were tender, exploring her with a reverence that spoke of his intent to mend and explore.

"Let's make tonight unforgettable," Kunal whispered, his touch igniting a physical response in Esha, though her mind was a battleground of doubts.

She responded with a kiss, pulling him closer, trying to immerse herself in the moment. "Show me," she murmured, her voice a blend of challenge and longing, inviting him to erase the past with passion.

Kunal laid her down on the bed, the petals cushioning her, his body following, covering hers with warmth. He whispered into her neck, "I want to find you again," his words more a question than a statement, searching for the Esha he felt he was losing.

Their bodies moved together, Kunal trying to match the intensity he knew she needed, not from comparison but from a desire to connect. "Is this what you've been looking for?" he asked, his movements deep, his eyes locked on hers, seeking her truth.

Esha's response was a moan, her body arching into his, but her mind was a maze of thoughts. "Yes, keep going," she encouraged, her voice laced with the thrill of intimacy yet tinged with frustration at the complexity of her desires.

“Deeper, Kunal" she gasped, her hands guiding him, her body seeking the release from the tension of their past.

Kunal increased his pace, his movements fueled by a need to prove his love, his capability. "I'll give you everything," he promised, his voice a mix of desire and determination.

Yet, even as pleasure built, Esha felt a disconnect, a frustration that this moment was shadowed by memories of Aniket, by Priya's manipulative words. Why couldn't this be just about them? She tried to push these thoughts away, focusing on Kunal, on the love she knew was there.

"You're amazing," Kunal groaned, his body responding to hers, his efforts a dance between love and proving himself. He wanted to see the passion in her eyes, the passion he felt was his to reignite.

Esha closed her eyes, willing herself to feel only Kunal, to let go of the past. "Love me, Kunal" she whispered, her words a plea for simplicity, for the pure connection they once had.

Kunal kissed her with an intensity that spoke of his commitment to their love, his hands exploring with a purpose to find her heart. "I'm here, Esha, all of me," he insisted, his voice filled with the effort to bridge their emotional gap.

Their climax was a testament to their physical bond, but as they lay there, the afterglow mixed with Esha's internal struggle. She held Kunal close, her body satisfied yet her soul searching.

"I love you," Esha said, her voice carrying the weight of her complex emotions, genuine love mixed with a silent yearning for something she couldn't quite articulate.

Kunal, sensing the depth of her feelings, held her, his own heart heavy with the realization that he was fighting for something that might be changing. "I love you too, Esha. I won't stop trying," he whispered, his words a promise in the night, a commitment to explore all facets of their love.

As they lay there, the music faded into silence, the candles burning low, Esha felt the tug of her desires, the echo of Priya's words, and the undeniable love for the man beside her, creating a new, intricate dance of emotions as they navigated their way back to each other.


The next morning, Esha found herself sitting at the edge of their bed, the morning light casting long shadows across the room, mirroring the turmoil within her. The remnants of last night's Diwali celebration lingered in the air, the scent of incense and the faint echo of laughter, but it was the silent aftertaste of her conversation with Priya that clung to her thoughts. She looked at her reflection in the mirror opposite, seeing not just the woman she was but the one she had been, the one she might still be, if only in her mind.

The saree she had worn last night lay dbangd over a chair, a vibrant contrast to the subdued colors of her current mood. She had felt beautiful, celebrated, yet now, in the quiet of their bedroom, she felt the weight of her choices, of her desires, settling around her like an uninvited guest.

Kunal had been so earnest last night, trying to reach her through an intimacy they hadn't shared in a while. His touch had been gentle, his words a promise of reconnection, but there was a part of Esha that felt distant, as if she were watching their love-making from above, observing rather than participating. She loved Kunal, deeply, but was it enough?

She remembered the thrill, the fire she had felt with Aniket, a passion that had seemed to awaken parts of her she didn't know existed. With Aniket, Esha had been more than a wife, more than a mother; she had been a woman exploring her desires without the weight of roles. But that was a different time, a different chapter, one she had thought closed. Yet, the whispers of those moments haunted her, making her question if she had truly moved on or if she had just buried a part of herself under the guise of duty and love.

The house was quiet, Kunal having left early for work, leaving her with Aditya, whose laughter from the other room was a stark reminder of the life she had built, the joy she felt as a mother. But even that joy was tinged with complexity; she loved her son, loved her family, yet there was this gnawing hunger for something she couldn't quite name.

Esha picked up her phone, her thumb hovering over Priya's message from last night. She had ignored it then, but now, in the solitude of her thoughts, she opened it. The words were simple, yet they cut through her defenses: "You deserve to feel alive, Esha. All of you." It was as if Priya knew, as if she could see into the darkest corners of Esha's heart where doubts lived.

She felt a pang of betrayal towards Kunal, not for what she had done but for what she was feeling. How could she love him so much and still yearn for something more, something different? Was this yearn betrayal, or was it part of the human condition, to always seek more, to seek completion?

Esha went to the kitchen, her movements automatic as she prepared breakfast for Aditya. Watching him eat, his innocent joy at the simple act of having his favorite parathas, she felt a deep, protective love. This was her anchor, her reason to strive for normalcy, for peace. But just as quickly, her mind danced back to the forbidden, to the sensation of being utterly seen, desired in a way that transcended the everyday.

She sat with Aditya, helping him with his collegework, but her mind was elsewhere, replaying moments with Aniket, moments where she had felt free, where her desires had been her own. The duality of her emotions was exhausting; she wanted to be content, to find that in Kunal, but there was this echo of passion, this whisper of what could be if she allowed herself to explore.

Later, when Aditya was napping, Esha found herself alone with her thoughts again. She pulled out her journal, a private space where she could be honest with herself. Her pen moved across the page, words flowing like tears:

"I feel like I'm standing at a crossroads, where every path leads to a different version of me. One path is safe, known, filled with love and family. But what about me, the woman who craves, who desires? Am I betraying Kunal by even thinking this, or am I betraying myself by denying it?

I see myself with him, with Aniket, in those stolen moments of passion, and I feel alive, truly alive. But I also see the life Kunal and I have built, the love we share, and I'm torn. Is it possible to have both, to be both the wife and the wild heart? Or am I doomed to choose, to sacrifice one for the other?

Priya's words keep echoing in my mind, tempting me with the idea of freedom, of living fully. But what if living fully means losing what I have now? What if it means hurting Kunal, hurting Aditya?

I want to be a good wife, a good mother, but I also want to be Esha, not just in name but in spirit, in desire. Can I have it all, or is that just a dream for someone else, not for me?"

As she wrote, Esha felt the complexity of her emotions, the depth of her love for her family juxtaposed with the depth of her personal desires. She closed the journal, feeling no closer to an answer, but at least, in those written words, she had acknowledged her own heart's turmoil.

She knew she had to confront these feelings, not just for her sake but for the sake of her marriage, for Kunal, who deserved the truth, even if it was a truth complicated by love, desire, and the fear of what acknowledging those desires might mean for their future.


The days following her introspective journal entry were a blur for Esha. She moved through her routine with a sense of unease, feeling as though she was waiting for an inevitable storm, or perhaps longing for it. The house was silent, Aditya at college, Kunal at work, leaving her alone with her thoughts, which were as loud as the hum of the refrigerator.

She had just finished her morning routine, preparing to leave for her new job at another bank, when her phone buzzed with a message from Priya. Esha hesitated, her hand pausing over the phone. Engaging with Priya felt like stepping into quicksand, yet curiosity, or perhaps a masochistic need to face her own desires, compelled her to look.

The screen lit up with a series of attachments—photos and a video, all from moments she had shared with Aniket. One photo in particular captured her attention: Esha, laughing during a bank event before she moved to her new job, her face radiant with joy, Aniket's hand on her waist, his gaze one of adoration. It was from a gala they had attended together, a time when their affair was at its peak. The image was a vivid reminder of the passion she had known, the feeling of being wholly and unapologetically desired.

Her heart raced as she opened the video, a snippet of them dancing, their bodies close, moving in sync with the music, the chemistry between them palpable even through the screen. The caption beneath the video was a taunt: "Remember how alive you felt?" It was like Priya was reaching through the phone to stir the part of Esha she had tried to suppress, the part that craved more than what her life with Kunal offered.

Anger mingled with desire within Esha. She felt manipulated, used, yet there was this undeniable pull. She deleted the message, but the images were imprinted in her memory, haunting her. Priya's words echoed in her mind, a siren's call to a part of her she was trying to leave behind, especially now in the new chapter of her career at the new bank.

Esha paced the living room, her saree from last night now a garment of guilt. She wanted to confront Priya, to voice her anger, but what would she say? That she was furious for being reminded of what she shouldn't want? Or was she angry because Priya had voiced a truth she was avoiding?

The day stretched on with Esha in a whirlwind of emotions. She tried to focus on mundane tasks before heading to work, but her mind kept wandering back to those images, to the thrill of being with Aniket. She felt like she was betraying Kunal just by thinking about it, yet the betrayal was in her heart, not her actions.

By evening, when Kunal and Aditya returned, Esha had managed to compose herself, but the facade was fragile. She listened to Aditya's tales from college with genuine interest, but her laughter was forced, her smiles not reaching her eyes. Kunal noticed, his questions gentle, probing, but Esha evaded, not ready to share the storm within, especially not when her new job was adding another layer of complexity to her life.

That night, after Aditya was asleep, Kunal tried to connect with her, his touch seeking to mend the unspoken rift. Esha responded, her body moving with his, but her mind was elsewhere, with Aniket, with those photos. The intimacy was there, but it was tinged with her internal conflict, her body present but her spirit wandering.

It was then, in the quiet of their bedroom, that her phone buzzed again. Esha, lying beside Kunal, glanced at it, her heart skipping a beat. It was another message from Priya, this time with a photo of Esha whispering something into Aniket's ear, their faces close, the intimacy undeniable. The caption this time was more direct, "Why deny yourself what you truly want?"

Esha felt a surge of anger, not just at Priya but at herself for being affected by these manipulations. She wanted to scream, to tell Priya to leave her alone, but she also wanted to ask why, why did Priya feel the need to stir these waters? Was it jealousy, control, or some twisted sense of empowerment?

The next morning, Esha decided to confront Priya. She arranged to meet her at a café near her new bank, a neutral ground where she could keep her composure before heading to work. As she sat waiting, her hands clenched around her chai, she prepared herself for the conversation, for the battle of wills she knew was coming.

Priya arrived, her smile too bright, too knowing. "Esha, you look troubled. What's on your mind?" she asked, her voice dripping with feigned concern.

"You know exactly what's on my mind, Priya," Esha replied, her voice low but firm. "Those messages, those photos... what do you hope to achieve?"

Priya leaned back, her eyes assessing Esha. "I'm just helping you see what you've been ignoring. You've been living half a life, Esha. I want you to live fully."

"By pushing me towards Aniket? By making me question everything I've built with Kunal, especially now when I've just started at this new bank?" Esha's voice rose, her anger surfacing.

Priya's smile didn't waver. "You're not questioning it because of me. You've been questioning it since the moment you felt that spark with Aniket. I'm just showing you the truth."

Esha shook her head, her voice thick with emotion. "You're manipulating me, Priya. You're playing with my life, my emotions, like they're some game to you."

"I'm liberating you," Priya countered, her tone now cold, calculating. "You've locked away your desires for the sake of marriage, for the image of the perfect wife. But what about Esha, the woman, the lover? You deserve to feel that passion, that fire, again."

Esha felt her resolve falter, the truth in Priya's words hitting too close to home. "And what about Kunal, about Aditya? What do they deserve in all this?"

"They deserve a happy wife, a fulfilled mother," Priya said, her eyes glinting with something dark. "Or do you think you can keep pretending, keep suppressing what you truly want?"

Esha looked away, her eyes burning. "You're not helping me, Priya. You're destroying me."

"I'm showing you a path to your true self," Priya retorted, her voice a whisper of seduction. "If you can't see that, then perhaps you've already lost who you are."

Esha stood up, the chair scbanging back, her heart a mix of fury and fear. "Stay out of my life, Priya. Stay out of my marriage."

Priya watched her go, her smile morphing into a smirk of satisfaction. She had planted the seeds of doubt, stoked the flames of desire, and now, she would watch the drama unfold, believing she was doing Esha a favor by forcing her to confront her desires, especially now in the context of her new career.

Esha walked out into the city, the noise a stark contrast to the quiet turmoil within her. She felt manipulated, her emotions toyed with by someone she had once considered a friend. The photos, the memories, they were now weapons used against her own peace of mind.

She knew she had to talk to Kunal, to share her turmoil, but how could she explain this without breaking what they had? The thought of losing everything they had built was terrifying, yet the thought of denying herself, of living with this constant craving, was equally daunting, especially now when she was trying to establish a new identity at her new bank.

Priya had become the weed in her story, not just for reminding her of what she missed with Aniket but for making her question her worth, her happiness, her very identity at a time when she was seeking new beginnings. Esha realized that her battle was not just with her desires but with the manipulation that threatened to redefine her life. She would have to find her own path, one that honored her love for Kunal and Aditya but also acknowledged the woman she was, the woman she wanted to be, in both her personal and professional life.

[clearlover]

Part M


The morning light streamed through the windows of Esha's new office at the bank, casting intricate patterns on the paperwork spread across her desk. The environment was fresh, a scent of new beginnings that mingled with the modern decor, yet her mind was far from the present, tangled in a web of her own making.

She had moved to this bank not just for a change in career but seeking perhaps a transformation in herself. Here was supposed to be a new chapter, a place where she could redefine her identity, not just as Kunal's wife or Aditya's mother, but as Esha, the woman with her own desires and aspirations. However, the stirrings within her, amplified by Priya's recent manipulations, questioned if she could ever outrun her past.

As she reached for her pen to sign off on some documents, her hand trembled, not from the workload but from the weight of her internal conflict. She closed her eyes, giving herself a moment to delve into her thoughts.

I feel like I'm living in two worlds. One where I'm climbing the corporate ladder, proving myself in this new environment, and another, hidden, where my heart still races at the thought of Aniket, where the echo of past desires calls to me.

Her eyes fluttered open to meet her reflection in the window, seeing not just the professional attire but the woman who had once laughed, loved, and lived in the throes of passion with Aniket. Was that woman still within her, lying dormant?

Why can't I just be content with what I have? Kunal loves me, respects me. Aditya is my light. But there's this hunger inside me for something wilder. Is it wrong to yearn for both stability and fire?

She sighed, trying to focus on the work before her, but her reflections were louder. She remembered the dance with Aniket, his touch, his gaze that seemed to see her soul. It had been intoxicating, liberating, but now, in this new office, it felt like a dream she was chasing yet running from.

I'm not just Esha the wife, Esha the mother anymore. I'm Esha the banker, Esha with her own needs. But how do I reconcile these parts of me? How do I tell Kunal about this without betraying him, even if my heart is his?

The pang of guilt at the thought of Kunal was sharp. She loved him, no doubt, but love was complex, and her desires didn't vanish.

Do I tell him about Priya's manipulations, how they've stirred these feelings? No, it would hurt him, undo all we've rebuilt. But isn't silence its own form of betrayal?

Esha's fingers played with the edge of her saree, a habit when deep in thought. The fabric, so different from her work attire, reminded her of the dual life she led.

What if I could have it all? Be this woman at work, at home, and in those moments of passion? But that's a fantasy, isn't it? Life is about choices, sacrifices.

Her mind drifted to Aniket, to the way he had made her feel seen, desired in ways that transcended the mundane. With him, she had lived, not just existed.

But at what cost? My marriage, my family? I won't do that. Yet, why does thinking of him make my heart race?

She shook her head, trying to focus on the bank's figures, but they blurred into insignificance compared to her emotional turmoil.

I'm afraid. Afraid of losing what I have, or never knowing what I could be. Afraid that ignoring this craving might mean losing part of myself. But do I have the courage to face it without destroying everything?

Esha stood up, needing to move, to match her internal restlessness with action. She walked to the window, looking out at the city, a sea of people each with their own battles.

Maybe this is human nature, this longing for more. Maybe it's not about Aniket or Kunal, but about me learning to live with my contradictions. How do I live with a desire that consumes me?

Returning to her desk, her hand brushed a family photo, bringing a genuine smile, yet tinged with sadness over the duality she felt.

I love them so much, but I also love myself. I need to find a way to honor that without tarnishing what I have with Kunal and Aditya. This might be my real journey—to be Esha in all her complexity.

As she prepared to leave work, her thoughts were a constant companion, whispering of desires, duties, love, and longing. She made a silent promise to herself.

I need to talk to Kunal, not about Aniket, but about me. About who I'm becoming. How do I express this without losing what we have? It's not about choosing between two men; it's about being whole.

Esha stepped out into the evening, the city lights like fallen stars, each one a reminder of the possibilities and complexities of life. She felt resolved, ready to navigate the uncertain path ahead, to be true to all parts of herself, even if it meant exploring the depths of her desires to find peace.


The evening had settled into a serene calm at home, the hustle of the day unwinding into family peace. Esha, buoyed by the afterglow of her dance with Kunal, was setting the table when her phone buzzed ominously.

Opening the message from Priya, Esha's breath caught. It wasn't the usual text; it was a video, a private moment with Aniket, captured in an invasion of intimacy. The realization hit her—Priya had breached her trust, stolen from her phone or Google Drive. Aniket used to record these moments, sharing them with Esha in times of passion or nostalgia. She had thought them deleted, safe, but now, their privacy was shattered.

The video played, showing Esha and Aniket entangled in passion, her body arching, moans of pleasure filling the air, even muted. Aniket's hands, his whispers, the raw sounds of their connection—it was like watching a forbidden dance.

Esha felt a surge of anger, betrayal, and an undeniable yearning. She wanted to delete it, to erase the past, but her finger hovered, drawn to the thrill.

The video ended with her climax, the sounds echoing in her kitchen, a reminder of what she had once felt. Priya's caption was like poison: "Isn't it time to feel this again?"

Esha's mind was a battlefield of anger and desire. She felt violated, manipulated, yet the seed of doubt was planted, watered by her own conflicts.

I love Kunal, but this... this isn't just about love.

Kunal entered, his presence a stark contrast to the storm in her heart. "Smells wonderful in here," he said, kissing her neck, unaware of her turmoil.

Esha forced a smile, her mind elsewhere. "Thanks, it's almost ready," she replied, her voice betraying her inner conflict.

As they ate, Kunal's laughter was a balm, yet Esha's thoughts were on the video, on the memories of Aniket's touch, the wild freedom she had felt.

Later, unable to contain her fury, Esha called Priya. "How dare you? How did you get that video?" her voice trembled with rage.

Priya's response was cold, calculated. "Oh, Esha, technology has its ways. Things slip through."

"You had no right, Priya. That was private," Esha countered, her voice a mix of anger and hurt.

"And yet, you watched it again. Isn't that telling?" Priya taunted, believing she was showing Esha her true self.

"You think you're helping? You're destroying trust," Esha retorted, her grip on the phone tight.

"Or maybe I'm showing you what you're afraid to admit. That you still crave," Priya said, her tone manipulative.

Esha was seething. "You've crossed a line. This isn't help; it's control."

Priya laughed, devoid of warmth. "Control? I'm just showing you a mirror."

The call ended with Esha hanging up, her hand shaking with anger. She felt violated, her past used against her.

Kunal, sensing her distress, asked what was wrong, but Esha decided to keep this storm to herself, not wanting to drag him into her turmoil.

"It's just... work stress," she lied, her voice steady but her heart heavy with the deception. "A project's not going well. I didn't mean to worry you."

Kunal hugged her, his embrace a silent promise of support. "Remember, you can talk to me about anything. Even work."

Esha nodded, the sting of her secret biting at her conscience. "I know. Thank you. I'll handle it, just need some time to think."

Once Kunal left her to her thoughts, Esha sat alone, the video now a symbol of her divided self. She felt the pull of her desires, the echo of Aniket's touch, but also the anger at Priya's intrusion. She needed to confront these feelings, her own heart's complexity, without involving Kunal.

The night stretched on, with Esha caught between the love she had with Kunal and the passion she had known with Aniket, now tainted by Priya's manipulation. She knew she would need to protect her privacy, to confront Priya, and most importantly, to find a way through this web of emotions without fracturing her family.

In the silence of the night, Esha made a plan. She would meet Priya, demand explanations, ensure no more of her past was weaponized against her. But she also knew she must confront her desires, not just with anger but with an honest look at herself.

The next day, under the guise of a work meeting, Esha met Priya in a quiet restaurant, far from their usual haunts, where whispers were drowned by the clatter of coffee cups.

As Priya sat down, Esha's voice was low, fierce. "How did you get that video? You've broken every ounce of trust we had."

Priya's smile was infuriatingly calm. "Technology, Esha. It's amazing how things can slip through the cracks. You should be more careful."

Esha's eyes narrowed. "You invaded my privacy, used my past against me. What do you want?"

"I want you to live, Esha. To stop living in this box you've built," Priya replied, her voice a mix of mockery and manipulation.

"You don't decide how I live," Esha shot back, her voice rising. "You've stirred enough with those messages, those images. What gives you the right?"

Priya leaned in, her eyes intense. "Because someone needs to. You're living half a life. That video? It's a reminder of what you could have, who you could be."

Esha shook her head, feeling anger and loss. "You've violated me, Priya. I won't let you do it again."

Priya's smile faded slightly. "So, you'll return to your routine, pretend you're fulfilled?"

"I'll live my life on my terms, not yours," Esha said, standing up, her decision firm. "Delete everything. If I find you've kept anything, you'll regret it."

Priya watched her leave, her expression unreadable. Esha felt a mix of empowerment and fear. She had drawn a line, but knew Priya wasn't done. The battle was far from over.

Back at home, Esha found solace in the normalcy with Kunal and Aditya. She watched them, her heart swelling with love, but the video, the confrontation with Priya, lingered, a reminder of her internal struggle.

She knew she must find a way to reconcile her desires within her marriage, without letting Priya's manipulations dictate her path.

As evening turned to night, Esha made a silent vow. She would fight for her privacy, her peace, and her marriage. But she would also fight for herself, the woman who craved more than safety, who needed to feel alive, whole. The path was uncertain, laden with potential pain or liberation, but for now, she would hold onto this moment, this love, hoping it would guide her through her internal tumult.

Esha lay awake long after Kunal had drifted into sleep, her mind a whirlpool of thoughts on control, confrontation, and the life she was living versus the one she had once tasted. The video, now a forbidden fruit she had unwillingly bitten into again, stirred her desires, making her feel alive in ways she hadn't in months. Yet, each thrill was shadowed by the sting of betrayal and the fear of what this could mean for her marriage.

How do I keep this from Kunal without losing myself in the process?

In the quiet of the night, Esha decided she needed a strategy. She would confront Priya, demand accountability, and ensure no more of her past could be used against her. But more than that, she needed to confront her own desires, not just in anger but with a clear look at who she was and what she wanted.

The next morning, with a newfound resolve, Esha prepared for work. Her thoughts were no longer just on the bank's daily operations but on the personal journey she was about to undertake. She knew she couldn't live half a life, torn between what she felt she should want and what she truly desired.

At work, she found herself more focused, using the discipline required for her job to channel her thoughts. Yet, as the day progressed, her mind often returned to the complexity of her situation. She contemplated how to balance her love for her family with her need for personal fulfillment.

During her lunch break, she wrote in her journal again, seeking clarity:

Can I truly be whole without acknowledging all parts of me? How do I integrate my desires into my life without tearing apart what I've built with Kunal?

She knew she needed to speak with Kunal, not about Aniket or the video, but about her need for authenticity, for living fully within her own skin. She wanted to share her journey, her growth, without making him feel insufficient.

After work, she decided to take a walk in the park, the same one where she had last met Priya. The natural setting seemed to offer a different perspective, a sense of peace amidst her inner chaos. She sat on a bench, watching the world go by, her mind slowly piecing together her next steps.

Maybe I need to redefine what love means for us, for me. Maybe it's about expanding our understanding, not just surviving but thriving together.

With this thought, Esha felt a sense of direction. She would talk to Kunal about exploring new dimensions of their relationship, perhaps not through dance or cooking classes this time, but through open, honest conversations about their needs, desires, and fears.

As she returned home, she found Kunal playing with Aditya, their laughter cutting through the tension she felt. She joined them, her heart warming at the sight, yet a part of her was preparing for the conversation she knew was necessary.

After dinner, when Aditya was tucked into bed, Esha took Kunal's hand, leading him to the balcony. The city's lights served as a backdrop to their talk.

"Kunal, I need to share something with you," she began, her voice steady but her heart racing. "It's not about anyone else. It's about me, about us, about how we can grow together."

Kunal listened, his expression one of concern mixed with curiosity. "I want us to grow, Esha. Tell me."

"I feel like I've been living parts of my life, not all of it. I love you, I love Aditya, but I also need to feel... complete. Not just as a mother or a wife, but as Esha. I need to explore parts of myself I've ignored."

Kunal's response was thoughtful, his love evident. "Esha, I want you to feel whole. I want that for us. How do we do this?"

Esha felt a wave of relief. "Maybe we start with honest talks, about what we want, what we fear. Maybe we explore new things, not to change us, but to understand each other better."

Kunal nodded, his hand squeezing hers. "I'm here for you Esha. With you."

That night, as they lay together, Esha felt the beginning of a new chapter. One where she could be all of herself, where love was about growth, understanding, and perhaps, the courage to face all parts of her life with Kunal by her side. She knew the road ahead would be challenging, but for the first time in a while, she felt they were moving not just towards each other but towards a fuller, more authentic life together.




The morning after Esha had confronted Priya over the breach of privacy, the air in her home was thick with a mix of resolve and lingering doubt. Just the day before, under the guise of a work meeting, Esha had met Priya, where she demanded accountability for the video that had surfaced, a private moment between her and Aniket, now used against her. This violation had forced Esha to reevaluate her relationship with Priya, understanding the complexity of their bond. Priya had been there through thick and thin, yet her recent actions suggested a darker intention, one that could unravel everything Esha held dear.

As she moved through her morning routine, Esha decided to discuss this with Kunal, understanding that they needed to navigate this situation with caution. Priya knew too much, held too many secrets that could shatter their lives if exposed. Yet, how could they continue with someone who seemed intent on playing puppeteer with their emotions?

"Kunal, we need to talk about Priya," Esha started, her voice steady but her eyes reflecting her inner turmoil as she joined Kunal in the kitchen.

Kunal, sensing the weight in her tone, looked up from his coffee. "What's happened now?"

Esha recounted the confrontation with Priya, her voice a mix of anger and hurt. "She's playing games with us, with our life. I think we should consider distancing ourselves from her, but..."

Kunal nodded, understanding the unspoken part of her sentence. "But she knows too much. It's a risk."

"Yes," Esha sighed. "I confronted her about that video. She invaded our privacy, Kunal. We need to be careful."

Kunal's expression was one of concern. "We'll have to handle this delicately. Let's keep our interactions with her to a minimum, but keep her close enough not to provoke her."

Esha took a deep breath, "I agree. But it's hard knowing she could use our secrets against us."

"It's like walking on eggshells," Kunal added, his voice low. "But we'll manage."

Esha looked out the window, her mind elsewhere. "We have to be strategic."

Kunal reached across the table, squeezing her hand. "We will be. Together."

Days passed, and Esha found herself adapting to her new job at the bank, trying to push the drama of her personal life aside. But one afternoon, her phone buzzed with a message from Priya, inviting her to a private party. The message was casual, almost innocent, but Esha knew better. She waited for Kunal to come home from work to discuss it, sensing this could be another of Priya's manipulations.

"Kunal, Priya invited me to a party tonight," Esha said, her voice cautious as they sat down for dinner.

Kunal's brow furrowed. "A party? With what's been happening?"

"Yes, I'm skeptical too," Esha admitted. "I think I should go, though. See what she's up to."

Kunal considered this, his protective instincts kicking in. "Be careful, Esha. I trust your judgment, but with Priya... we need to be on guard."

Esha nodded, her mind already racing through scenarios. "I will. I'll keep my guard up."

"It's just... with everything that's happened," Kunal sighed. "I worry."

"I know," Esha agreed, her voice gentle. "I'll be cautious. I promise."

Kunal looked at her, his eyes searching. "Maybe I should come with you?"

Esha shook her head, "No, I think it's better if I go alone. She might be less guarded if she thinks I'm there without backup."

"Okay," Kunal relented, "but call me if anything feels off."

"I will," Esha promised, her resolve firming. "I'll let you know everything."

She chose a saree that was elegant. Arriving at the party alone, the air was thick with the scent of luxury and the sound of laughter. But her heart beat for one person, and she found him by the window, his silhouette against the night sky a stark reminder of what they had shared.

"Esha, so glad you could make it!" Priya's voice was like honey, but Esha could taste the bitterness beneath.

Esha's response was cool, her eyes not leaving Aniket. "Priya, you didn't mention Aniket would be here."

Priya's smile was too knowing, "Surprises can be fun, can't they?"

Aniket approached, his eyes catching Esha's in a moment charged with history. "I wasn't aware you'd be here, Esha. Priya said this was just for business."

Esha felt the pull, the familiar flutter in her stomach. "It seems Priya has her own agenda tonight."

Aniket's voice was low, a whisper of regret, "I've been trying to move on. Seeing you again... it's not easy."

Esha couldn't deny the rush of emotions. "I know. It's not easy for me either."

The air between them was electric, the kind that precedes a storm, filled with the memory of their last intimate encounter, the passion that had once consumed them. They spoke of Italy, the fantasy unfulfilled, their words a dance around the inferno of desire they both felt.

"Do you remember when we would talk about going to Italy as fun?” Aniket asked, his voice a mix of nostalgia and pain.

"Yes, the vineyards," Esha reminisced, her eyes lighting up at the memory. "You wanted to paint there."

Aniket chuckled, a sound that tugged at Esha's heart. "And you wanted to try every pasta dish."

Esha smiled, "It feels like another life."

"It was," Aniket agreed, his gaze intense. "A beautiful one."

Priya watched, her presence like a dark cloud over their moment. "Why fight it?" she taunted, her voice laced with manipulation. "The chemistry is there, Esha."

Esha turned to her, her voice firm, "This isn't about chemistry, Priya. It's about respect, about love."

Priya's laughter was cold, "Love? Or is it fear of what you truly want?"

Esha felt the pull towards Aniket, the memories of their night together a vivid tapestry in her mind. His eyes held hers, a silent conversation of longing and loss. The air was thick with romance, their bodies close but not touching, the space between them charged with what could have been, what might still be.

"I didn't expect to feel this way again," Esha whispered, her voice trembling with emotion.

Aniket's hand twitched, as if wanting to reach for her but stopping himself. "Neither did I."

Esha's eyes searched his, "What do we do with this, Aniket?"

He looked away, then back at her, his voice soft. "I don't know, Esha. I'm trying to move on, but..."

"But it's not that simple," Esha finished for him, her heart aching.

Aniket nodded, "It never was with us."

Priya interjected, her tone mocking, "See, you two, always dancing around the truth."

Esha shot back, "The truth isn't a game, Priya."

"Oh, but it can be so much fun," Priya replied, her eyes glinting with mischief.

Aniket's voice was firm, "This isn't fun, Priya. It's painful."

Esha took a step back, needing space from the tension. "I need some air."

"I'll come with you," Aniket offered, his concern evident.

Priya watched them go, her smile one of victory, "Go, enjoy the fresh air."

Outside, the night was cool, contrasting with the heat of their conversation. "I feel like I'm on a precipice," Esha confessed, her voice barely above a whisper.

Aniket leaned against the balcony, looking at her. "I know. And I'm here, feeling the same pull."

Esha turned to him, her eyes reflecting the moonlight. "But we can't go back."

Aniket nodded, his expression one of acceptance. "No, we can't. But we can try to be friends."

"Friends," Esha echoed, the word feeling both right and wrong. "I'd like that."

They stood in silence for a moment, the city's sounds a distant backdrop to their quiet turmoil. "I miss our talks," Aniket admitted, his voice a sigh.

"I do too," Esha agreed, feeling a pang of loss for what they once had.

Aniket looked at her, his eyes full of unsaid words. "You look beautiful tonight, Esha."

Esha blushed, the compliment stirring her. "Thank you, Aniket. You look... well."

Aniket chuckled, "Well? That's the best you can do?"

Esha laughed, the sound breaking some of the tension. "You look good, Aniket. Really."

They shared a moment of levity, a brief escape from the reality of their situation. "We should go back inside," Esha said, her voice tinged with reluctance.

Aniket nodded, "Yes, before Priya comes looking for us."

They returned to the party, the energy between them a palpable force. Priya's eyes followed them, her smirk a testament to her manipulative success.

As the party wound down, Esha left, her heart a tumult of emotions. Aniket's goodbye was soft, a promise of something left unsaid. Alone in her car, Esha felt the weight of her desires, the thrill of seeing Aniket, the guilt of her love for Kunal, all weaving into a complex web of human emotion.

Back home, she hesitated to share the night's events with Kunal immediately, choosing instead to reflect on her emotions. She knew she would have to tell him, but for now, she needed to understand her own heart. The silence of her home was a stark contrast to the chaotic dance of her feelings, a reminder of the delicate balance she was trying to maintain between love, desire, and the intricate games of friendship.

[Harry Jordan]

Good Update.

I liked the idea that now Kunal and Esha are aware of Priya and her manipulation. But the damage to Esha is already done , despite everything and their healing. Esha is once again choosing to hide her moment with Aniket to Kunal , its pretty clear that Esha has developed feelings for Aniket and that cannot be pulled back. Despite realizing the manipulation of Priya , they are still being puppets to her play.

Honestly the rational part of me wants Aniket to join Esha and Kunal and counter Priya's control and eventually bring her down. But I guess Aniket is still lost in the feelings and addiction to Esha so once again it feels like the story is going to go the cuckold route. But then again there might be a surprise in the future.

[NityaSakti]

Great, the love birds are back and soon the meeting would increase by Aniket coming with new project to Esha bank and after that there is no turn back.

[Ananthukutty]

Unless Priya share the intimate moments of Esha to kunal and change him as cuckold or make him divorce, Esha has to continue living the current state of half self.

If kunal get to read the journel, he will understand Esha state and ask Aniket to come to their house and fuck her and give the happiness she is yearning for.

But, the topics discussed between Aniket and Esha are much more than the physical and they want to do a world tour and enjoy the every part of life. It is definitely not possible with kunal and Aditya by her side.

Aniket should have kissed her in that moon light and that would have revived things for Esha.

Esha discovered a new self from Aniket. It is not just in bed, but her passions, interests, and who she is really and what she wants. But, the 7 years of marriage is just a trash of things in her life until then. Priya is doing the right thing and Esha is cheating herself and also her family with her double acts. how long she can play a role of mother and wife with no real love in it. Infact, Esha is faking love with Aditya and Kunal and exhibiting her real love only with Aniket.

[kishen]

It is just next to impossible for Priya to have access to intimate videos of Esha and Aniket unless Aniket himself shares them. Assuming that's the case Aniket is also involved in the manipulation game and I am sure that Aniket is going to bed Esha up very soon... Now the chess board is all set I am eagerly waiting for the next move...bring it on.

[Ananthukutty]

It is just next to impossible for Priya to have access to intimate videos of Esha and Aniket unless Aniket himself shares them. Assuming that's the case Aniket is also involved in the manipulation game. Now the chess board is all set I am eagerly waiting for the next move... bring it on.

It was priya that helped Aniket earlier in their union by giving the personal details of Esha for Aniket to seduce her. Now by throwing a yarker in the form of intimate video, she ignited the fire back in Esha. 
The meeting with Aniket is next step for the stark reminder for what she is missing. 

How did esha agree for the intimate videos in the extra marital affair. Dont she have a common sense that how that would impact her life, if it is leaked. Is that happened in the heat of moment Aniket forced her to have. It seems Esha has done lot of things with Aniket in the past. Now Aniket has also turned a villain like priya and both are setting the stage? 

Kunal without understanding the web spun around his life and wife, thinking that things are getting to normal. Priya has half won now after making them meet. Next yarket could be to kunal to show him his wife has started the affair again by sharing the photos taken in the meeting with Aniket? 

Author is rocking !