Adultery The Facilitator

[Saikarthik]

Superb update

[DeanWinchester00007]

Man , you done it again . Each chapter is so polished , Greatly written. How do you do it ? Every chapter is just perfect . Kudos to writer .

Now , Man I really hope Priya gets her revenge now , Please writer dont do U turn or change of heart , Let Priya to have her revenge . I like that Kunal's role is getting smaller which is good atleast we wont see him suffering and or turning into cuck for his wife. I think its good approach to have him in background .
Esha went too war , I dont think its right to blame Priya for her affair , Esha is not child , She is 33 years old women with kid works in i guess high position so she is not dumb she is responsible for her action . But also I am curious , why now ? Why Priya is taking her revenge now ? After so many years ? she could have strike earlier or later why now ? Is because of Aniket she thought this might be right time to taker revenge ? Or she was waiting for right now ?

[Harry Jordan]

I believe the two main characters in this story are Esha and Priya , while Priya is the title character of "The Facilitator" , Esha I believe is the main lead of the story. We are introduced to Esha first and majority times only her part of the story is explored while Kunal is just an obligatory character since there is still a lot of missing information about him like his job or where he works , only thing clear from the storyline standpoint about Kunal is that he is not exactly good looking and he is somewhat rich since his job has him going to USA and stuff.

I am tempted to believe that Aniket is the hero of the story since he was introduced through his perspective and we actually witness Esha and his first meeting. The narration kind of shows that they are the more important characters to the story since their dynamic and their interactions are detailed and explored further. And considering how Kunal's arc has taken a backseat and isn't much relevant to the story , I am tempted to believe that the final endgame of this story will most likely be Esha and Aniket becoming a couple after Priya's mind game and all the chaos subsides.

To some extent it is made clear that Aditya is also important to the story , so Esha's greatest sanity marker or her prime source of attachment will always be Aditya. Aditya I believe will eventually turn to a focal point in the story , somewhere down the line his role will be substantial to the character of Esha.

As for Priya , she is the titular character , but its still a balance in see-saw whether she is good or bad. And it makes sense because in Priya's mind she is conflicted about her relation towards Esha. A part of her wants to take revenge on her for ruining her career while another part has her painting herself as Esha's guardian angel , and that has resulted in a conflicted thought in Priya's mind because she doesn't know what she seeks with Esha.

Then there is Aniket , there is some good chunk of info on him and he is also showcased as a sane man. But the story also clearly shows he is madly in love with Esha. He is risking it all with her even after knowing she is someone else's wife to the point he wants to make her pregnant. Now is it only a fantasy for him or does he genuinly wants her in his life , only time will tell. But judging by how much this story has advanced , its safe to say that Aniket is the love interest character of Esha and he will be part of this major game of puppetry that Priya is playing with them.

As for Kunal , I now definitely believe that he is not at all important to the main part of the story. Kunal is always meant to be the collateral in this story. He is going to be the unexpected victim in this powerplay of Priya and to some extent even Priya is aware of it. However as it may , I have a strong sense that Kunal's story will only end in tragedy. I initially believed he was meant to be an important character to the story but judging by how much he was absent in the story and how less chapter is left for exploration , I believe he is far less than a side character to the story. His fate is sealed , either Esha and Aniket will unite and maybe Aditya will live with them resulting in Kunal getting slowly erased by the end of the story or have Kunal himself divorce Esha and Aniket and take Aditya with him thus painting him as a villain. Or else there might be some surprise or twists where Kunal suddenly dies in an accident or Priya's mindgame goes too much and Kunal commits suicide resulting in Priya loosing her grip in her game of puppetry.


One thing is for sure , the story is indeed interesting. There is some depth to certain characters especially Esha and Priya and this story is most likely more focussed on the tug of war between these women and how their lives will change in this game of control and chaos.

[clearlover]

✨ A Note to  Readers ✨
Thank you so much for all the comments and likes! It's been an absolute pleasure to read every single one. I truly appreciate you taking the time to engage with my story.
Here are a few thoughts I wanted to share:
I wholeheartedly welcome your critiques! It's fantastic to see how deeply some of you are immersed in the story, analyzing and appreciating every bits and pieces.
As mentioned, I've meticulously planned this story, and all the chapters have been drafted with careful consideration. While I appreciate your suggestions, I'm committed to following the path I've laid out.
I understand that many readers enjoy stories with explicit content and diverse sexual encounters. This story, however, takes a different approach. You could call it a "writer's bias," just as readers have their own preference.
Some of you have noticed the frequency of intimate scenes. Rest assured, each one serves a specific purpose in driving the narrative forward. If they didn't, I wouldn't include them!
A wise author once said that no character in the Mahabharata is purely black or white; it's all a matter of interpretation. I've embraced this philosophy in my own writing. Feel free to interpret the characters and their actions through your own lens.
Lastly, if Kunal will turn out to be a "Cuckold", well that depends on his destiny. It he has to, then he will be.

Note:Expect next update, sometime next week. 
Happy reading!

[Harry Jordan]

✨ A Note to  Readers ✨
Thank you so much for all the comments and likes! It's been an absolute pleasure to read every single one. I truly appreciate you taking the time to engage with my story.
Here are a few thoughts I wanted to share:
I wholeheartedly welcome your critiques! It's fantastic to see how deeply some of you are immersed in the story, analyzing and appreciating every bits and pieces.
As mentioned, I've meticulously planned this story, and all the chapters have been drafted with careful consideration. While I appreciate your suggestions, I'm committed to following the path I've laid out.
I understand that many readers enjoy stories with explicit content and diverse sexual encounters. This story, however, takes a different approach. You could call it a "writer's bias," just as readers have their own preference.
Some of you have noticed the frequency of intimate scenes. Rest assured, each one serves a specific purpose in driving the narrative forward. If they didn't, I wouldn't include them!
A wise author once said that no character in the Mahabharata is purely black or white; it's all a matter of interpretation. I've embraced this philosophy in my own writing. Feel free to interpret the characters and their actions through your own lens.
Lastly, if Kunal will turn out to be a "Cuckold", well that depends on his destiny. It he has to, then he will be.

Note:Expect next update, sometime next week. 
Happy reading!

I applaud your work clearlover.

And I wholeheartedly agree with your inspiration regarding "Mahabharata" , its easy to write good characters and bad. The tough ones are always grey because there we get to explore each emotions and characteristic and conflict the reader to have a tough time deciding who is good or bad. 
And I only have my personal issue of opinion regarding "Cuckold" here simply because this site is basically overstuffed with that kind of stories. I love your story approach and the minimal literary display which shows each word in your narration holding weight. With few words , you tell a whole lot with this story.
Take as much time as you want , you are also one of the reason I myself started to do my own attempt at story writing as well. So I can understand the struggle.

All The Best For Your Work.

Harry Jordan

[Kaedukettavan]

The destiny of kunal is already written. Esha wants to eat the cake and have it too. So, she and Aniket will definitely make kunal as cuckold and Esha will carry Aniket child in her womb without caring about kunal. She will fuck with Aniket in the marital bed while kunal will prepare food for her and Aniket. Kunal will do the babysitting and wash the panties of his wife and her lover and dry clean the stains of the bed sheets. Esha will call kunal after the fuck and ask him to lick and clean the flowing pussy. Aniket will humiliate him to get naked and ask him to shake his tiny dick which Esha will also laugh at. Esha understood kunal is a cuck within when he asked her to fuck Aniket in front of him. The shameless bugger will continue to live with Esha and be father of Aniket child as he knows that if he marry any woman divorcing Esha, his fate will be the same with that woman too.

[Harry Jordan]

The destiny of kunal is already written. Esha wants to eat the cake and have it too. So, she and Aniket will definitely make kunal as cuckold and Esha will carry Aniket child in her womb without caring about kunal. She will fuck with Aniket in the marital bed while kunal will prepare food for her and Aniket. Kunal will do the babysitting and wash the panties of his wife and her lover and dry clean the stains of the bed sheets.  Esha will call kunal after the fuck and ask him to lick and clean the flowing pussy. Aniket will humiliate him to get naked and ask him to shake his tiny dick which Esha will also laugh at. Esha understood kunal is a cuck within when he asked her to fuck Aniket in front of him. The shameless bugger will continue to live with Esha and be father of Aniket child as he knows that if he marry any woman divorcing Esha, his fate will be the same with that woman too.

Ugghh.....that is by far the worse storyline I have ever read....and I read stories in Lush Stories site as well 

[Kaedukettavan]

Ugghh.....that is by far the worse storyline I have ever read....and I read stories in Lush Stories site as well 

Certain truth are bitter to accept. But this is the world of survival of fittest. 

[drillhot]

Make kunal as cuckold as he only deserves it. Let esha give a live show to him with Aniket in the marital bed which he asked for. Let aniket fuck esha mercilessly and show what she is yearning for and what a real man will do for a woman.
Let kunal see how his wife has turned into a cock hungry bitch and how much he has kept her unsatisfied in these 7 years of marriage. He should at least know his mistake of being a wimp husband. He has already agreed partially to it by presenting a dildo. Let him see what a real cock is and how his tiny lulli in front of it.
If he loved esha truly, he should give her divorce and move out of her life and let her marry aniket as he is the right person for her in every way. Already esha is pissed off with him and told she is ok for any decision he takes. she will accept the divorce without any second thought as she knows that aniket will not let her down like kunal and aniket will definitely marry her.

[Harry Jordan]

Certain truth are bitter to accept. But this is the world of survival of fittest. 

Yes , the world of humiliation. However I will not be interested in this story if Kunal turns cuckold because I had enough with wimp idiots in stories. A storyline only works when the character has heart.  When there isn't, it's only meaning will turn into a jerk off fantasy for cuck lovers.

[clearlover]

Hi guys, I read one of the comments, where someone mentioned about error in part A, about Aditya going to college . Well seems like the website is converting "Intended word" to college for some strange reason(May be as per characters need to be above 18). When I edit it, I see "Intended word" but when I post, it becomes "college". Strange, may be moderators can look into it.But, read accordingly.

Also it is funny in sense, when I write "OLD SCH00L" to represent, someone old styled, it converts into "OLD COLLEGE".

[drillhot]

Hi guys, I read one of the comments, where someone mentioned about error in part A, about Aditya going to college . Well seems like the website is converting "Intended word" to college for some strange reason(May be as per characters need to be above 18). When I edit it, I see "Intended word" but when I post, it becomes "college". Strange, may be moderators can look into it.But, read accordingly.

Also it is funny in sense, when I write "OLD SCH00L" to represent, someone old styled, it converts into "OLD COLLEGE".

 
In this forum rpae change to bang and Sch 00l changes to college as stories does not allow underage content

[Arul Pragasam]

Super friend

[Dinesh5]

Super Bro
Waiting for next update
Pls make it a long update which move the story to next stage

[clearlover]

Part R

The only light in the room came from the computer screen, casting a ghostly glow on Priya's face. The clock on the wall had moved past 3 AM, the silence of the house only disturbed by the printer's steady noise and the sound of ice in her whiskey glass as she took a sip. The liquid swirled, reflecting her inner turmoil.

On her screen, a photo from Esha and Kunal's wedding stared back at her, taunting her with their happiness. Priya's eyes, bloodshot and sharp, fixed on the image. With a set jaw, she started her digital attack. Her cursor moved with precision, cutting and isolating. Each click was a small act of revenge, a way to hurt the couple who had wronged her.

"Further apart," she muttered, her voice heavy with bitterness. She worked to remove Kunal from the picture, leaving Esha alone in a sea of white pixels. Then, she did the same with Esha, leaving Kunal isolated in his own digital emptiness.

The printer worked tirelessly, producing image after image of the once-happy couple now separated in the same frame by a void of white. Esha and Kunal, who were once united in joy, were now divided, their shared moment turned into a stack of fragmented prints. The room was filling with the evidence of Priya's obsession, each print a stark reminder of her vengeful intent.

As the night stretched on, her whiskey glass slowly emptied, and the stack of prints grew. Driven by a mix of alcohol and resentment, Priya continued, her determination solid. In her view, she wasn't just altering a photograph; she was tearing apart their past, erasing their happiness with each click and every print. The early hours of the morning were her ally, hiding her actions in darkness as she waged her personal war against their love and joy.

Priya moved away from the computer, her glass refilled, and settled into her swing chair. She lit a cigarette from a new pack, the smoke curling up into the dim light of the room. She remembered the day Aniket had approached her, asking about Esha's likes and dislikes. It was an awkward moment, considering Esha was a married woman handling Aniket's financial portfolio.

He'd come to her office, his demeanor casual yet intent. "Priya, can you tell me what Esha enjoys?" he'd asked, his voice carrying a note of curiosity that seemed out of place.

Priya had been taken aback, her eyebrows raising. "Why would you need to know about Esha's interests?" she had responded, her tone laced with suspicion. It wasn't just the oddity of the question; it was the underlying implication that made her uncomfortable.

Aniket had smiled, a smile that tried to charm but only served to make Priya more wary. "I just want to understand her better. She's always so professional, but I feel there's more to her."

Priya had hesitated, sensing the complex emotions swirling around this request. She didn't know about the kiss then, that revelation would come later from Esha herself. "It's not appropriate for a client to pry into a married woman's personal life," she had said firmly, her protective instincts for her friend kicking in.

Aniket had nodded, his expression turning serious. "I understand your concern, but my intentions aren't what you think. I just want to know how to make her smile at work, not outside of it."

Despite his words, Priya felt the weight of the situation. She recalled how Esha had come to her later, upset and confused, sharing the story of the kiss, the poems, and gifts from Aniket, her feelings a tangled mess. But at that moment with Aniket, she only had her intuition to guide her.

At the team dinner celebrating a project's success, Priya noticed something she hadn't before: Esha had an unacknowledged charm for Aniket. Seated between them, Priya played the role of a messenger, relaying compliments and questions, feeling the electric tension that stretched between them.

Priya had found Esha and Kunal's love story irritating, even back in college. But at this dinner, watching Esha's subtle reactions to Aniket's attention, an idea sparked in Priya's mind. She saw how she could manipulate this chemistry for her revenge, teaching Esha a lesson.

She always thought of Esha as her best friend, recalling how they first met on the college campus on day one, only to end up sharing a room in the hostel. People often said they were like two bodies with one soul. Initially, when Kunal entered Esha's life, Priya was thrilled for her. He was charming, kind, and seemed perfect for Esha. However, as Esha's love for Kunal grew, she began to neglect the world around her.

Priya remembered nights when she would hear Esha whispering to Kunal under the blanket, oblivious to anything else. Esha's absence from girls' gatherings became frequent, and it took considerable effort for Priya to coax her out. One night, when Priya was ill, she had to repeatedly ask Esha to fetch her medicine, only to find Esha preoccupied with a phone call to Kunal. These instances were irritating, yet their bond as best friends endured.

But everything changed when Esha's and Kunal's carelessness led to a drink spilling over Priya's thesis, obliterating her hard work. This incident morphed Priya's disappointment into a silent, festering hate, which she only fully recognized upon witnessing Aniket's infatuation with Esha at the team dinner.

Lying on her swing chair, Priya smoked cigarette after cigarette, her mind a whirlwind of past manipulations. She reminisced about how she had played the role of the puppet master, bringing Esha and Aniket closer, step by step, until they were sexually involved.

Before the Delhi conference, Priya had approached Aniket with an air of casual camaraderie. "Hey, Aniket, Esha and I are going to Delhi for a conference," she had said, her voice friendly yet with a knowing edge. "Why don't you come too? It could be nice to spend some time away from her life here, you know, just colleagues enjoying a different city."

Aniket, with a look of hopeful surprise, had responded, "Really? That would be great. I mean, if it's okay with Esha."

Priya had given him a reassuring smile, "Oh, she'll be glad for the company. It's just a professional trip, but sometimes, being away from home, you get to see different sides of people." Her words were laced with the implication that something more could happen, but she presented it like it was an innocent suggestion, knowing Aniket's feelings for Esha would do the rest.

This conversation was part of Priya's larger plan, where she played the role of the orchestrator, pushing Aniket toward Esha under the guise of friendship, all while she smoked, her mind reveling in the manipulation she had set in motion.

Priya's mind replayed the dinner at the Delhi conference, where she had schemed with Aniket to orchestrate Esha's involvement with him.

When Esha excused herself to the washroom during the dinner, Priya seized the moment. She leaned closer to Aniket, her voice a conspiratorial whisper, "Esha's been thinking about you, Aniket. I can see it. This setting, the stars, the music—it's perfect, isn't it?"

Aniket looked at her, his eyes wide with a mix of desire and nervousness. "I don't want to push her, Priya. She's married."

Priya chuckled softly, her eyes glinting with mischief. "Oh, but that's the beauty of it. We're not pushing; we're just... providing an opportunity. She's here, away from her routine life, and you're here too. Why not see where the evening leads?"

"But what if she's not interested?" Aniket asked, his voice laced with concern, clearly not wanting to overstep.

"She is, trust me. Just give her a moment to realize it," Priya assured him, her tone light but her intent clear. "When she comes back, we'll keep the conversation going, make her feel seen, desired. I'll help set the mood. You just need to be yourself, Aniket. She's drawn to you."

As Esha returned, Priya's plan unfolded. She praised Esha's beauty, her words dripping with innuendo, stoking the romantic atmosphere. She watched as Aniket's gaze followed Esha, his eyes filled with genuine admiration and longing.

Later, at the elevators, Priya executed her final act. With a playful, drunken laugh, she pushed Esha into Aniket's arms, her voice teasing, "Take care of her, Aniket. Let her feel everything."

Aniket, caught in the web of Priya's manipulation but truly captivated by Esha, found himself in a situation he hadn't planned but didn't resist, seeing it as a chance to explore their mutual attraction in this charged, romantic environment. Priya's scheming had set the stage, but Aniket's participation was driven by his own feelings, not malice, making him more an innocent partner in her revenge than a willing villain.

Lying there,Priya reflected on how she had orchestrated everything, using Aniket's genuine feelings for Esha as the catalyst for her revenge, all while the smoke curled into the air, mirroring the twisted paths she had laid before them.

Priya shifted from her swing chair, her movements filled with an air of frustration, her body no longer relaxed but tense with the weight of her thoughts. She moved to a more upright position on a nearby couch, her posture reflecting her inner turmoil. She sat, legs crossed, her eyes distant as she delved into the memories of how the destruction of her thesis had altered her life's trajectory.

She had poured her heart into that thesis, driven by a passion for feminist causes, seeing it as her ticket to a scholarship in the US. With that degree, she envisioned herself at the United Nations, making real change, enjoying not just the perks but the opportunity to influence on a global scale. But all those dreams crumbled when Esha's and Kunal's carelessness led to the disaster.

Instead, she had to settle for a job at the bank, a place where her ideals seemed secondary to the bottom line. Even there, irony struck; with Esha's help, who had inadvertently ruined her dreams, she found herself in a position where Esha excelled, while Priya was seen as her subordinate, her own contributions overshadowed by her lack of primary interest in banking.

The struggle didn't end at the bank. To chase her passion, Priya had to navigate the challenging waters of the NGO sector, advocating for women and child welfare. She had to build her reputation from the ground up, her name known more for her tenacity than for the academic accolades she could have achieved. She was forced to juggle two worlds - one where she was undervalued, another where she fought to make a difference, all because of that one fateful incident with her thesis.

The resentment had simmered beneath the surface, fueling her actions now, as she sat there on the couch, the room dark save for the dim lamp light, her mind replaying how Esha's life had seemingly flourished while hers had taken a detour from her dreams.

Priya shifted from the couch, her movements now filled with a mix of agitation and contemplation. She moved to stand by the window, looking out into the night, her reflection barely visible, her thoughts consumed by her perceived failures in exacting her revenge.

Aniket had come to her, seeking her advice on how to spend more time with Esha, and it was then that Priya concocted a plan intended to further humiliate Esha and Kunal. She had whispered the idea to Aniket, her voice a mix of mischief and malice, "Why not make Kunal a cuckold? Keep Esha for your physical intimacy, just for you. It's the ultimate twist of the knife."

Aniket had looked at her, his expression one of conflict, "I want her, yes, but not like that, Priya. I won't do anything that would break her self-respect."

Priya's eyes narrowed, her plan not unfolding as she had hoped. She had envisioned Aniket pushing the boundaries, perhaps even involving Kunal in a way that would shatter Esha's world further. But Aniket's response was not what she anticipated; he seemed genuinely invested in Esha beyond just physical attraction.

She remembered their conversation after one of Esha and Aniket's intimate moments, where Aniket had hinted at involving Kunal, not out of cruelty, but perhaps out of a twisted form of inclusion. Esha had resisted, her body tensing at the mention, her words a plea to keep their moment private. Aniket had pushed, suggesting Kunal could watch, or even be part of the act in a subservient role, but Esha's protest had been clear, her body reacting with both desire and resistance.

Priya felt her plan slipping through her fingers. She had wanted to see Esha's life unravel, her marriage to Kunal destroyed, but Aniket's reluctance to play the part she had scripted for him was a setback. She realized now that Aniket's feelings for Esha had transcended mere physical desire; they were venturing into the territory of love. This was not the humiliation she had aimed for; it was something else, something she had less control over.

Frustrated, Priya turned from the window, the night outside cold and indifferent to her schemes. She realized she had miscalculated Aniket's character, underestimating the depth of his respect for Esha, even in the midst of their affair. Her revenge was not as complete as she had hoped, and this realization twisted her insides with a mix of anger and the bitter taste of failure.

Priya lay on her bed, the exhaustion from the cigarettes and the weight of her thoughts keeping her from sleep. She tossed and turned, her mind now fixated on how she had maneuvered around Kunal, trying to push him towards accepting a scenario where Kunal could become a cuckold with his own consent.

She remembered her visit to Kunal and Esha's house, where she had spun the conversation towards how men often stifle women's desires after marriage. Her words were chosen with care, planting seeds of doubt and curiosity in Kunal's mind about the nature of their relationship.

During a lunch meeting near Kunal's office, she had gone further, introducing concepts like open marriages and sexual fantasies. She had watched Kunal's face as he processed these ideas, her subtle suggestions aimed at normalizing the thought of Esha exploring her desires outside their marriage. Priya had hoped to guide Kunal into a place where he would be open to or even suggest such an arrangement, making him an active participant in his own cuckolding.

Then there was the incident at Hard Rock Cafe, where she had orchestrated for Kunal to witness Esha and Aniket's undeniable chemistry. She had observed Kunal's reactions as Aniket and Esha shared an intimacy that was both public and private, their touches and whispers under the guise of a casual meeting. Priya had narrated the scene to Kunal, interpreting Esha's actions as a call for understanding, for acknowledging her as a woman with her own desires.

Similarly, at the movie theater, she had planned for Kunal to overhear their conversation, to catch the undercurrents of desire and longing in Esha's voice. The suspense of not fully seeing but hearing their interactions was meant to provoke Kunal into considering Aniket as a better lover, someone who could fulfill aspects of Esha's life he might not have.

Despite these calculated moves, Priya felt the sting of not having fully executed her plan. She had aimed for Kunal's consent, his active participation in a scenario where he would acknowledge Aniket's role in Esha's life, but Aniket's respect for Esha and Kunal's complex responses had thwarted her complete control. She was so close to seeing her revenge play out in a way that would leave Esha's marriage in tatters, yet something always held back the final act of her drama.

Lying in bed, the night stretching endlessly before her, Priya was consumed by thoughts of her plan's ultimate failure. She had meticulously orchestrated Kunal's desire to witness Esha and Aniket together on her birthday, expecting it to be the climax of her revenge. However, the outcome had been far from what she'd envisioned.

She remembered the night vividly, how she had felt a surge of triumph knowing Kunal would finally see what she believed was the truth of their marriage. But instead of the expected fallout, Esha and Aniket had decided, without her knowledge, that this would be their last encounter. The pain it caused Esha, and the subsequent reconciliation between Kunal and Esha, had been a slap in the face to Priya's machinations.

Aniket, when confronted by Priya about backing out, had stood firm, his voice steady and resolute. "I'm not going to be part of destroying Esha's, Priya. What happened was wrong, and it's ending now."

Priya, feeling her control slipping, had accused him of cowardice, of not seeing through the plan she had laid. "You're letting them off too easily! I took all the effort, and now you're just going to walk away?"

But Aniket's response was clear, his eyes reflecting a resolve that Priya hadn't anticipated. "It's not about cowardice. It's about respect and love. Esha doesn't deserve this, and neither does Kunal, no matter what's between them."

The revelation that Esha and Kunal had used this moment not to indulge in further deceit but to draw a line, to mend rather than break, left Priya devastated. Kunal, instead of being pushed further into despair, had been spurred to address his own inadequacies, to work on their marriage. This was the opposite of what Priya had planned; instead of watching their world crumble, she had inadvertently facilitated their healing.

The thought twisted in her mind, her body restless, the sheets a tangled mess around her. All her efforts, all her manipulations, had led not to the destruction she sought but to a potential redemption she hadn't foreseen. The night was silent, but Priya's mind was loud with the echoes of her failure, her revenge turning into a catalyst for something she despised—reconciliation.


As the first hint of sunrise began to color the sky, casting a soft, golden light through her window, Priya felt the weight of her latest plan. As she had successfully orchestrated another encounter between Esha and Aniket at the resort, knowing they had practically lived together during Kunal's absence in the US. With the placebo pills in play, she knew her next move had to be timed perfectly before the true nature of her deception would unfold.

Her thoughts swirled with images of Esha's impending turmoil, the chaos that a pregnancy would bring, the cracks it would force into her marriage. Priya's determination to see her plan through to its bitter end kept her awake, her mind racing with the details of how she would manipulate the situation further.

With the dawn's light creeping into her room, the exhaustion from her nocturnal planning finally overwhelmed her. The light was a gentle reminder that time was moving forward, that her plans needed execution soon. But for now, it signaled the end of her vigil.

She surrendered to the fatigue, her body and mind needing the rest to rejuvenate for the day's deceptions. Priya lay back against her pillow, her eyes heavy with sleep, her last conscious thought a reaffirmation of her resolve. As she drifted into sleep with her next immediate plan after waking up next morning.

…

The room was enveloped in the soft hues of a cloudy Saturday morning, the light filtering through the curtains providing a subdued glow that matched Esha's contemplative mood as she stepped out of the bathroom, her skin still glistening from her shower, wrapped in a white towel.
The bank had seen a light week due to some internal restructuring, which Esha had used as an excuse to take the entire week off. However, her time away wasn't for family bonding; she had carefully scheduled her days to overlap with her work hours, ensuring Kunal wouldn't grow suspicious. Esha and Aniket spent their days together on long drives, watching movies, and enjoying amusement park rides , with lots of sex. Their sexual encounters now often included fantasies of Esha with Aniket's baby in moments of heat, adding to the thrill of their secret meetings.
As she moved to her closet, the soft fabric of the towel brushing against her damp skin, Esha couldn't help but let her mind wander back to her last encounter with Aniket. She recalled the intensity in his eyes as he traced the curve of her belly, his fingers lingering a moment too long, his voice low and husky as he whispered about their future together.A shiver ran down her spine, not from the cool morning air, but from the memory of his touch.
Standing in front of the mirror, Esha's hands glided lotion over her skin, pausing at her stomach. She imagined the feel of Aniket's baby moving inside her, her body subtly shifting with each kick, the thought igniting a fiery, sensual ache within her. She closed her eyes, picturing Aniket's hands on her, his touch tracing the swell of her belly, his lips pressing against her skin, whispering words of love and adoration. The fantasy was alluring, almost real in the quiet of the morning, but the thought was quickly replaced by practicality. She needed her contraceptive pill.
A mild panic surged through her when she found her usual supply depleted. Her heart pounded in her chest as she frantically searched for a spare, her fingers tracing the empty contours of the container. But then, she recalled Priya's pills, stashed away in her wardrobe. A wave of relief washed over her. She moved to the drawer, her hand reaching for the pill box, her fingers brushing against the cool, smooth plastic. As she opened it, the tiny white pills seemed to mock her, a reminder of the reality she couldn't escape.
With a sigh, she popped one out and swallowed it down, the bitter taste lingering on her tongue. It was a necessary act, a barrier between her fantasy and her reality. But as she looked at her reflection in the mirror, she couldn't help but feel a pang of longing, a yearning for a life that could never be.
The week that had passed was now a memory, a secret chapter written in stolen hours, a delicate balance between her desires and the life she was committed to with Kunal and Aditya. The lingering scent of Aniket's cologne still clung to her skin, a ghost of their passion, a reminder of the forbidden pleasure she had indulged in.
Esha's moment of solitude was abruptly interrupted by Kunal's voice calling from another part of the house, his words echoing slightly in the quiet morning. "Esha, I need to go for my annual checkup at the hospital. It's something my company mandates. Can you come with me and bring Aditya?" There was a hopeful note in his voice, an eagerness for a shared family experience, a desire to connect with his wife and son that tugged at Esha's heart.
Esha, standing there in her towel, the soft terrycloth a stark contrast to the silk sheets she had shared with Aniket, felt the weight of her tiredness settle in. She had given so much of her energy to Aniket this past week, navigating their clandestine meetings during work hours, indulging in fantasies that left her both exhilarated and drained. The thought of facing Kunal, of playing the role of the dutiful wife while her senses were still filled with Aniket, felt overwhelming. The need to recuperate, to escape into the solitude of her own thoughts and shed the remnants of her secret life, was overpowering.
She turned towards the sound of his voice, her expression a mix of fatigue and a deep-seated yearning for escape. "Aditya and I will get it done another day," she said, her voice lacking its usual warmth, the words carrying the heft of her exhaustion and a hint of defiance. A flicker of guilt crossed her face, quickly masked by a facade of weariness. She needed this weekend to herself, to cleanse her mind and body of Aniket's presence, to prepare herself for the charade of normalcy she would have to maintain.
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Priya stirred from her sleep, the afternoon sun casting long shadows across her room, a contrast to the darkness that had accompanied her scheming the night before. She blinked against the light, her mind still groggy from the late hour she had finally succumbed to sleep. It was Saturday, a day she could afford to wake up late, and she took a moment to stretch, her body feeling the remnants of her restlessness.

After a few minutes, the memories of her plans surged back, and she reached for her phone with a sense of urgency. Her fingers moved deftly across the screen, dialing a number she knew by heart.

"Hello, this is Priya. Could you please connect me with the Chief Medical Officer?" she asked, her voice still thick with sleep but carrying an edge of determination.

There was a pause, and then the sound of the phone being transferred. Priya sat up straighter in bed, the sheets falling around her as she prepared for the conversation.

"Thank you for remembering me," she began, her tone now crisp and professional. "I mentioned last time about the work my NGO is doing on female child foeticide. We've been making significant progress." She paused, listening to the response from the CMO, her expression one of focused intent.

"Yes, exactly. We, along with some international partners, are compiling city-wide data on abortions to better understand and address this issue. I need your help to ensure all hospitals provide us with the names of the families, specifically the mothers, for our counseling program," Priya continued, her voice carrying a persuasive warmth.

She listened again, her eyes narrowing slightly as she anticipated any resistance. "We're prepared to sign an affidavit in court regarding data privacy and misuse. We're committed to ethical practices," she assured, her words measured to convey both assurance and urgency.

Then, with a subtle shift in tone, she hinted at her influence. "I should mention, we have support from some influential figures who are keen on seeing this initiative succeed. Their backing is... considerable." Her implication was clear; denial might not be in the CMO's best interest.

Priya waited, her gaze fixed on a point in the distance, her mind already calculating the next steps, envisioning the lists of names, the data she would soon have at her fingertips, all part of her larger game.

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Kunal moved from one cabin to another in the hospital, his steps echoing the urgency of the reminders from his company's health program. He found himself sitting in the reception area, waiting for his number to be called for the next test. The room was filled with the hum of conversations, the occasional beep of medical equipment, and the murmur of nurses calling out for patients.

As he waited, his eyes scanned the room, and there she was—Priya, assisting an elderly woman with a tender yet firm grip. They were just across the room, close enough for Kunal to hear them but not so close that Priya would spot him if he didn't draw attention to himself. He decided to stay silent, curious about this unexpected encounter.

Priya was helping the old woman to a seat, her voice gentle yet with an edge of impatience. "Sit here, Ma, let me check with the receptionist how long we'll have to wait."

Kunal watched as Priya walked over to the reception, leaving the old woman, who looked frail. The conversation between Priya and the receptionist was lost amidst the hospital's background noise, but Kunal's attention was on the old lady.

The moment Priya returned, the old woman spoke up, her voice cracked with age but clear in her defiance. "I don't want to go back to the village, Priya."

Priya sighed, with a mix of love and irritation in her tone. "Why? It's much better for you there; you have the fresh air, the quiet..."

The old lady shook her head, with a resolve in her voice "I want to stay with you.I am too old to live alone now”

Kunal listened intently, his curiosity piqued. Just then, his number was called, and he had to tear himself away from the scene to proceed with his tests. His mind was preoccupied with the snippets of conversation he'd heard, but the hospital's rhythm soon caught him up in its pace. Blood tests, scans, consultations—one after another, they filled his afternoon, pushing Priya and the old lady to the back of his mind.

It wasn't until he was leaving the hospital, making his way through the bustling market nearby with thoughts of errands and evening plans, that his mind circled back to the peculiar interaction. He remembered hearing Priya call the woman 'Ma'. Confusion clouded his thoughts for a moment. Esha had once shared the tragic story of Priya's mother being murdered for not bearing a son. Who was this woman then?

He scratched his head, the puzzle momentarily consuming him, but the demands of the day, other tasks, and the whirl of city life soon overtook his curiosity. Kunal's thoughts drifted away from the mystery, forgotten.