Adultery The Facilitator

[Harry Jordan]

If Esha and Aniket truly love each other and want to have a child, don't see how is this a revenge on Esha?

Because their love wasn't exactly genuine. They both were manipulated and lured into each other by Priya. This is not genuine love , this is pure adultery because both of them were manipulated into sleeping with each other. Priya is the true villain of the story and it seems she even lied about her mother to both Esha and Kunal to gain their sympathy.

[clearlover]

Hi Guys,

Next update on Saturday morning. I know, from here one who is interested or visit this forum only for sex, may get disappointed. Few of you may stop visiting the thread. I am still taking the risk and moving forward, undeterred, the way I want story to move.

Those who are still with me, thanks for all the comments.

Keep reading.

Clearlover.

[a2011]

Because their love wasn't exactly genuine. They both were manipulated and lured into each other by Priya. This is not genuine love , this is pure adultery because both of them were manipulated into sleeping with each other. Priya is the true villain of the story and it seems she even lied about her mother to both Esha and Kunal to gain their sympathy.

their love feels genuine for sure, to the point where they even left each other and then came back to each other...sure Priya facilitated it, but they are not kids, they knew what they were doing...Aniket doesn't seem likely to ditch Esha unless she aborts his baby and he gets angry about that...

[Naveena komaali]

Aniket has true love for Esha. It is the reason he did not agree to the priya plan of turning kunal to cuckold. Also, he wants to be part of the Esha family. If a man can maintain two wives, Esha can maintain two husband without anyone getting hurted is his view of relationship. Esha too love him more than kunal now as he showed her the best pleasures of the world that she had never known. He is the man made her feel alive and a woman. Any woman would love to give birth to the child of the man treat her like this, but here esha is in dilemma of how to handle the son and husband. If aniket talk to kunal, he would accept for the agreement. Priya will fail ultimately and die out of disappointment.

[Harry Jordan]

their love feels genuine for sure, to the point where they even left each other and then came back to each other...sure Priya facilitated it, but they are not kids, they knew what they were doing...Aniket doesn't seem likely to ditch Esha unless she aborts his baby and he gets angry about that...

Yes but their attraction were forced on them by Priya. Remember Priya is the one that pushed Esha to Aniket's room. She has been playing with both of their emotions. In a way Priya won , not only did she manage to destroy Esha's marriage , but she also turned Esha into a cock loving slut. Now she will forever be a size queen , when another man with a bigger cock than Aniket comes into her life , she will dump Aniket too and move onto him.

Because lets face it , nothing about her love towards Aniket is anything regarding feelings because if she can no longer love Kunal who was with her since college and started a family together. She can not love Aniket anymore if a man bigger and better than him enters in her life!

Priya has almost completed her revenge and has turned Esha into a cock hungry BITCH! 

[Harry Jordan]

Aniket has true love for Esha. It is the reason he did not agree to the priya plan of turning kunal to cuckold. Also, he wants to be part of the Esha family. If a man can maintain two wives, Esha can maintain two husband without anyone getting hurted is his view of relationship. Esha too love him more than kunal now as he showed her the best pleasures of the world that she had never known. He is the man made her feel alive and a woman. Any woman would love to give birth to the child of the man treat her like this, but here esha is in dilemma of how to handle the son and husband. If aniket talk to kunal, he would accept for the agreement. Priya will fail ultimately and die out of disappointment.

Esha is nothing more than a cock hungry bitch now. If she can forget and never love Kunal with whom she was in love and started a family with anymore and now craves a life with Aniket , then she can do the same when someone bigger and better than Aniket comes in her life. 

Her value of love is nothing , I really hope Kunal and Esha separate because I don't want Aditya's identity to be turned into a Son Of A Bitch. Esha is long lost , she is playing with her life for her obsession with Aniket. Kunal should divorce her and find a person who genuinely loves him and respects him as a person. AND also be a better mother to Aditya than Esha could ever be. Esha's place is in a brothel , Priya should become her pimp!

[Harry Jordan]

Hi Guys,

Next update on Saturday morning. I know, from here one who is interested or visit this forum only for sex, may get disappointed.  Few of you may stop visiting the thread. I am still taking the risk and moving forward, undeterred, the way I want story to move.

Those who are still with me, thanks for all the comments.

Keep reading.

Clearlover.

There is no worry clearlover , as long as the story is good , people will continue to read it. 

Take your time and finish the story. I would love to see how this story develops regardless of the sexual content.

[AjitKumar]

Every time priya trying to do bad to Esha, it turns out to be good to esha. It looks fate has different plans for Priya.

[Gajakidost]

Good update. Priya and Esha are close friends, but Esha does not know anything about Priya, her family etc. Esha parents does not call or visit her. Esha goes to office with hickeys and no one care to ask her. Aniket take leave on the same days and roam around with Esha. loop holes or >

[clearlover]

Part S

Esha gripped the edge of the bathtub, her knuckles white. The pregnancy test lay on the sink like a venomous snake, its two lines a harsh declaration. She snatched it up, her hand trembling so violently she could barely make out the result. Faulty, she thought desperately, ripping open another test from the cabinet. Another two lines. And another. Three tests, three confirmations, each one a hammer blow to her fragile hope.
"No, no, no..." she whispered, the word catching in her throat. Maybe the tests were expired? Maybe there was some weird chemical reaction... anything but this. The cold porcelain of the tub bit into her skin, a pronounced contrast to the heat creeping up her neck. Her stomach churned with fear and disbelief.
"I need a doctor," she mumbled, the words a lifeline in the swirling chaos of her thoughts. Maybe, just maybe, a doctor could tell her it was all a mistake. But even as she fumbled for her purse, the truth settled over her like a suffocating blanket. This wasn't a mistake. This was real. And it was terrifying.
The doctor's office felt like an icebox. The sharp scent of disinfectant stung her nostrils, and the sterile white walls seemed to close in on her. "I-I need to see the doctor," she stammered to the receptionist.
The woman, with a smile as bright and artificial as the overhead lights, slid a clipboard across the counter. "Fill these out, please." Her cheerful obliviousness was like a slap in the face.
Esha sank into one of the plastic chairs in the waiting room. A television blared some daytime talk show, the inane chatter a distant drone against the roar of her own thoughts. Her hands shook so badly she could barely grip the pen, each question on the form a fresh reminder of the situation she was in. Name, address, date of last menstrual cycle... Every detail felt like another nail in the coffin of her denial.
The nurse called her name, and Esha followed, each step heavy with dread. The examination room was small and sterile, the cheerful posters about healthy pregnancies feeling like a cruel joke. The doctor entered, all calm professionalism and gentle smiles, a polar opposite to the turmoil raging inside Esha.
"So, tell me a little about why you're here today," the doctor began, her voice soothing.
The questions came, each one a probe into the most private corners of Esha's life. Esha answered in a voice barely above a whisper, each word a painful admission.
The doctor prepped the ultrasound machine, squirting cold gel onto Esha's abdomen. The chill startled her, bringing her back to the grim reality of the situation. The ultrasound wand moved across her skin, and then—there it was. A tiny flicker on the screen, a heartbeat, strong and undeniable.
"You're about two months pregnant," the doctor said, her voice betraying no hint of the bomb she had just dropped. "Based on this, conception would have been around six weeks ago." The words hung in the air, heavy and final.
Six weeks... Aniket. The realization hit Esha like a punch to the gut. That week, those stolen moments away from the office while she was supposed to be on leave, now carried a consequence far heavier than she could have ever imagined. Panic clawed at her throat.
The doctor's voice was a distant drone, talking about prenatal vitamins and appointments, but the words barely registered. How could she tell Kunal? How could she explain this?
Back in the waiting room, the ultrasound picture felt like a lead weight in her hand. That tiny, grainy image was a life, a secret, a ticking time bomb. The bleak reality of her situation crashed down with the force of a tidal wave. For a fleeting moment, a flicker of maternal instinct sparked within her, a primal connection to the life growing inside her. But it was quickly extinguished by the overwhelming dread of what was to come. How could she reconcile this unexpected pregnancy with the life she had built with Kunal,Aditya?
With trembling hands, she tucked the ultrasound photo into her purse. Standing up, her legs felt like jelly, her head swam with fear and uncertainty. How could she possibly navigate this?
Stepping out of the clinic, the afternoon sun hit her like a spotlight. The world bustled around her, oblivious to the earthquake that had just ripped through her life.
Esha took a deep breath, the weight of the ultrasound photo a heavy reminder in her purse. She had to face this, had to find a way forward.
The house felt strangely silent as Esha stepped inside. The ultrasound picture seemed to pulsate in her purse. She needed space to think, to process the enormity of what she had just learned. Her study, usually a haven of peace, now felt like a battleground for her warring thoughts.
Esha's eyes scanned the dates in her meticulously maintained calendar, each one a potential clue. It had been a quiet week at the bank, just weeks after Kunal's return from the US, a perfect opportunity to take time off. Time she had spent with Aniket.
The memory of those stolen days flooded back: long drives, whispered conversations in darkened movie theaters, the adrenaline rush of the amusement park, the passion of their clandestine encounters. Each day was etched in her memory. Now, those memories were tainted.
Before Kunal's trip, their relationship had been a comfortable routine punctuated by bursts of rekindled passion. But after his return, something had shifted. Esha, her senses awakened by her affair, found herself making excuses to avoid intimacy with Kunal. Her energy, her passion, her desire... all were reserved for Aniket.
Kunal, preoccupied with his demanding project, remained oblivious. His lack of awareness allowed Esha to continue her double life. The contrast between her calendar entries was jarring. The days with Kunal were filled with mundane tasks and family obligations, recorded in plain, unemotional language. But the days with Aniket were highlighted, underlined, annotated with details that spoke of excitement and anticipation. It was a sheer visual representation of how far she had strayed.
A wave of guilt washed over her. Her life had become a carefully constructed lie.
The realization that this child might be Aniket's hit her with the force of a physical blow. Her heart ached with guilt, fear, and an undeniable love for Aniket. The calendar, once a tool for organizing her life, now mocked her with its detailed record of her infidelity. Every entry was a step away from Kunal, a step towards a future filled with uncertainty.
Esha felt torn, her love for Kunal and Aditya battling with her passion for Aniket and the growing life within her. The joy of motherhood was now tainted with fear and guilt. How could she reconcile these conflicting emotions? How could she navigate this impossible situation?
That evening, the familiar comfort of their bed felt like a cage. Lying beside Kunal, Esha felt a profound sense of disconnect. Her mind was a whirlwind of images and emotions: Aniket's face, the ultrasound photo, the life growing within her.
Even as she lay there, physically close to Kunal, her heart was replaying stolen moments with Aniket. The memory of one particular afternoon burned in her mind, the words they had exchanged now echoing with a cruel irony:
In the soft glow of the afternoon sun filtering through the blinds, their bodies moved with a primal rhythm, an intimate dance of desire and destiny. The light cast long shadows, creating an illusion of privacy in the daylight.
Esha, her voice a sultry whisper, "The soil is fertile."
Aniket, his breath hot against her ear, "I can sow the seeds."
"Yes, please," she moaned, her body arching into his, the room filled with the sounds of their passion.
"A potent seed," he murmured, his movements deliberate, claiming her as if marking his territory.
"This soil," Esha gasped, her voice a mix of desire and surrender, "is craving for a potent seed."
Those words, once spoken in the heat of passion, now mocked her with their chilling accuracy. The playful game they had indulged in had taken on a life of its own, a reality that threatened to shatter her world.
The silence of the night pressed in on Esha. Her mind was a battlefield, thoughts clashing in a chaotic symphony of fear, guilt, and a hesitant hope. She thought of the baby, this tiny life growing within her, a potential bridge to a different kind of love, or a barrier that could shatter her world.
Esha closed her eyes, seeking solace in the darkness, but her thoughts were relentless. She pictured the future, the baby growing, the inevitable changes it would bring. Would this child be a constant reminder of her betrayal? Or could it be a new beginning, a chance to forge a different path?
The night stretched on, an eternity of doubt and uncertainty. The potential joy of motherhood was overshadowed by the looming specter of confession and the fear of losing everything. Esha knew she couldn't keep her secret forever, but for tonight, she held it close, her heart a battlefield where love, guilt, and fear waged a relentless war.
……

Esha couldn't bear the weight of her secret alone any longer. Fear and desperation clawed at her, urging her to seek answers, to find some semblance of guidance in the chaos of her life. She picked up her phone, her fingers trembling as she dialed Priya's number, hoping for a meeting, for some advice, or at least a friendly ear.

"Priya, I need to talk to you," Esha's voice was a mix of urgency and vulnerability.

"I'm not at the office today. I'm doing some work for the NGO. But you can come to my place," Priya responded, her tone casual yet with an edge of curiosity. Esha agreed, her relief at having somewhere to go palpable.

As evening fell, Esha drove through the city, the lights of Mumbai blurring into streaks of color, each one a reminder of the life she was trying to navigate. Her mind was a whirlwind of questions, fears, and the looming shadow of her pregnancy. The drive felt like an escape from one life to confront another, from the facade she maintained at home to the harsh reality she needed to face.

Finally, she arrived at Priya's apartment building, the familiar structure now looming with the weight of the conversation to come. She parked and made her way to Priya's door, her steps hesitant yet driven by necessity. Her knock was soft, almost a plea for understanding rather than a demand for entry.

Priya opened the door, her expression one of surprise that quickly morphed into a welcoming smile. "Esha, come in," she said, her voice warm, but her eyes scanning Esha's face for clues.

The apartment was bathed in a dim light, creating an ambiance that was personal, intimate, contrasting sharply with the neutral, public space. The room was filled with the awards and accolades, and various artifacts from Priya's NGO work adorned the walls, a witness to her life outside their shared history. Priya led Esha in, her movements graceful, her home a grim reminder of the life Esha felt she was losing control of.

Esha sat down, the weight of her secret pressing down on her. She knew this was the moment to bare her soul, to seek not just answers but some form of absolution or at least direction. The personal setting of Priya's apartment, away from the world's prying eyes, felt both comforting and terrifying, a place where truths could be spoken but where they could also change everything.

Inside Priya's apartment, Esha could no longer contain her distress. "Priya, the contraceptive pills you gave me, they didn't work. I'm pregnant," she blurted out, her words hanging in the air, her voice slightly echoing in the quiet space. She moved to stand by the window, the city skyline outside a distant, impersonal witness to her personal turmoil.

Priya, seated on her plush couch, maintained her composure, her eyes narrowing slightly as she processed Esha's revelation. "That's a trusted brand, Esha. Are you sure you took them correctly?" she asked, her voice calm, almost soothing, the room around her decorated with personal mementos and NGO accolades, creating an intimate stage for this confrontation.

Esha began to pace, her emotions a raw tapestry of fear and frustration. "I was meticulous, Priya. I followed the schedule," she said, her voice rising, her hands clenched at her sides. "I checked the times, I took them every day. There's no way I could have missed a dose."

Priya leaned forward, her gaze unwavering. "And how can you be so sure it's Aniket's?" she asked, feigning concern while subtly steering the conversation towards Esha's infidelity.
Esha stopped pacing, her heart pounding in her chest. "Because, Priya, Kunal and I...we've barely been intimate since he came back from the US. The last time was...it was perfunctory, almost distant. The timing...it was during the week I took leave from work, when I was with Aniket every day. It has to be his."
Priya nodded slowly, her mind working behind her carefully constructed facade. She knew the truth about the placebo pills, but she remained silent, choosing to reinforce the illusion of their reliability. "Well, Esha, that brand has some of the most effective medications on the market. Their migraine relief, for example, is top-rated. I've never heard of their contraceptives failing. Are you absolutely sure there wasn't an interaction with something else you might have been taking?"
Esha's frustration mounted. "I wasn't taking anything else, Priya! I was careful. I wanted to make sure this wouldn't happen!" Her voice cracked with the weight of her fear, the reality of her situation crashing down upon her with renewed force.
Priya rose from her chair, approaching Esha with a practiced air of sympathy, her eyes holding a glint of manipulation. "Sometimes," she began, her voice soft and consoling, "these things happen, Esha. It's not always about the medicine. Maybe it was just a bad batch, or perhaps it was stress. There are so many factors that can influence these things." Her words were a carefully crafted deception, designed to deflect suspicion and maintain Esha's trust.
"Sometimes," Priya continued, her voice even softer, "these things are simply beyond our control. It's possible you missed a dose, or took one at the wrong time?" Her words were a subtle attempt to plant seeds of doubt in Esha's mind, to make her question her own actions rather than the efficacy of the pills.
Esha felt a wave of self-doubt wash over her, a sense of betrayal that stemmed not from Priya's deception but from the possibility of her own negligence. "You're supposed to be my friend," she murmured, her voice heavy with self-recrimination, her eyes searching Priya's face for absolution.
Priya, sensing Esha's vulnerability, placed a comforting hand on her shoulder, guiding her gently back to the couch. "Let's think this through, Esha. It's not just about you now," she said, her tone soothing yet calculated to further manipulate Esha's anxieties.
Esha, feeling trapped and overwhelmed, her voice barely a whisper, confessed, "I...I've even considered an abortion." Tears welled up in her eyes as she grappled with the enormity of her situation, the life growing within her, and the life she had built with Kunal.
Priya's response was swift and calculated, her eyes softening with feigned concern. "Have you talked to Aniket about this? It's his child too, Esha. He deserves to know, to be a part of this decision."
Esha flinched, the idea of involving Aniket sending a fresh wave of panic through her. "Aniket? No, Priya, I can't tell him. It would ruin everything."
Priya's grip on Esha's shoulder tightened slightly, her voice taking on a persuasive edge. "Esha, it's his child too. He has a right to know. And you...you need his support. You can't go through this alone."
Esha's mind reeled, the implications of Priya's words crashing over her like a tidal wave. "But what if he wants to keep the baby? What if he tells Kunal?"
Priya's smile was a mask of concern, her eyes cold and calculating. "That's a risk you'll have to take, Esha. But wouldn't it be worse if he found out later, that you kept this from him?"
Esha felt trapped, her options narrowing with every word. "I don't know what to do," she whispered, her voice choked with fear and uncertainty.
Priya leaned closer, her voice a hypnotic whisper. "Talk to him, Esha. Tell him everything. Let him share this burden with you."
Esha hesitated, her instincts screaming at her to run, to escape this web of deceit. But the weight of her secret, the fear of facing this alone, was too much to bear. "Okay," she finally agreed, her voice barely audible, the decision feeling like a surrender, a step into the unknown.
…...
Esha stepped back into the familiar quiet of her home, the comforting aroma of familiar air freshener oppositet to the emotional turmoil she carried within. The house, once a place of peace, now echoed with the weight of her secrets, the family photos a painful reminder of the life she was jeopardizing. She paused, her gaze drawn to a picture from their last family picnic – Aditya's laughter, Kunal's embrace, his warm smile...now a distant memory. These images filled her with guilt and a gnawing fear of loss.
Her hand reached out to touch their wedding photo, her finger tracing the outline of Kunal's face. How could she shatter his trust? The thought was a physical ache, a premonition of heartbreak. Each picture, each memory, was now tainted by her choices, by the secret she carried.
With a heavy heart, she moved towards Aditya's room. He was sleeping soundly, his innocent face polar opposite to the turmoil in her own heart. As she watched him breathe, she imagined how this unexpected child would impact his world. Would he understand? Would he feel displaced? The weight of her decisions extended beyond her own life, casting a shadow over her son's future.
The thought of confronting Kunal was a heavy anchor in her stomach. She pictured the conversation, the shock, the shattering of their shared reality. It would be a turning point, a moment where their lives could diverge. Speaking to Aniket, as Priya had urged, would set this in motion, a conversation that could end one chapter and begin another, infinitely more complex one.
Esha gently brushed a stray lock of hair from Aditya's forehead, her touch a silent apology. She whispered promises of love and protection, vowing to navigate this new reality. But the words felt hollow, a fragile hope against the harsh reality.
Later, in the stillness of Aditya's room, with her son's small hand nestled in her own, Esha contemplated the tumultuous road ahead. The disparity between Aniket's anticipated joy and Kunal's potential pain weighed heavily on her. She was at a crossroads, each path leading to change and potential loss. Balancing her love for her family with this new life felt insurmountable. Yet, in this tranquil moment, she allowed herself a brief respite.
Her gaze settled on Aditya, his peaceful slumber a world away from her own turmoil. She thought of their shared life, the life they could have, and the life taking shape within her. The quiet room offered a temporary sanctuary, a space to gather strength for the difficult decisions ahead. As the night wore on, so did Esha's resolve.
The dim light cast by the night lamp revealed the photo on Kunal’s dresser – a cherished image from her wedding day. Kunal's genuine smile, now a fading echo, brought a tear to her eye. The joy captured in that photo mocked her with what was at stake. Yet, there was Aniket, whose potential joy, whose right to know, tugged at her conscience.
As the night deepened, a dream unfolded – a beautiful, smiling child reaching out to touch her face. It was a vision of love and potential, yet it left her with a lingering ache. The dream propelled her from the bed, away from Kunal, and into the quiet solitude of the kitchen. There, she gently touched her belly, a gesture of love and reassurance. "I love you," she whispered, "no matter what." Her heart ached with conflicting emotions.
With the first hint of dawn, Esha's resolve solidified. She would meet Aniket, share this burden, and navigate the potential chaos together. Grief washed over her as she mourned the life she had with Kunal, the laughter and dreams that now seemed fragile.
She knew this conversation with Aniket could trigger a cascade of events, but the secret was an unbearable weight. Her love for Aniket, and the life within her, deserved acknowledgment. Yet, the love for her family remained. How could she reconcile these emotions? How could she ensure that love would prevail?
As she prepared to leave, Esha looked around her home, her life on the brink of change. Each step towards the door felt like a step towards an unknown future. She carried with her the silent promise made in Aditya's room, the love whispered to her unborn child, and the grief for a life she might be leaving behind. But with each breath, she gathered strength, her resolve firming with the rising sun. She would meet Aniket, discuss their future, and find a path through this storm, guided by love, integrity, and hope.
…..
The sun poured through the windows of Aniket's apartment, casting a bright, almost accusatory light on Esha as she entered. The familiar scent of his cologne, once a source of comfort and excitement, now carried a tinge of anxiety. Her heart pounded in her chest, each step towards him feeling like a march towards a confession she dreaded yet desperately needed to make.
"Aniket," she began, her voice trembling, "I'm pregnant." The words hung heavy in the air, shattering the illusion of their carefree affair.
Aniket's reaction was a whirlwind of emotions. Shock registered first, his eyes widening in disbelief. Then, a fleeting flicker of joy, quickly replaced by a wave of confusion and fear. "Pregnant?" he echoed, his voice barely a whisper, his eyes searching hers for an explanation, for some reassurance.
They moved to the couch, the sunlight that had once bathed their secret encounters in a warm glow now felt harsh and intrusive. Esha felt a distance growing between them, a chasm created not just by the news but by the stark reality of the situation.
"How?" Aniket asked, his voice laced with disbelief. "We were careful."
Esha's gaze faltered, her voice unsteady. "The pills... they failed. I'm two months pregnant."
Aniket leaned closer, his eyes filled with a desperate urgency. "How could they fail? We were so careful."
Esha's breath hitched, her voice quivering with a mixture of disbelief and betrayal. "They were from Priya," she confessed, the words leaving a bitter taste in her mouth. "I confronted her, and she seemed just as shocked as I am. I trusted her, Aniket. I checked; it's a reputable brand, so why would I doubt her? What could she possibly gain?"
Her voice cracked under the weight of her misplaced trust. "But what does it matter now? The reality is here, and I'm lost, Aniket. I don't know what to do." Tears streamed down her face as the weight of her confession poured out. "I pushed for the pills because I couldn't stand the feel of condoms. This... this is on me. I've brought this upon us." Her words were a torrent of guilt and regret, her tears a silent acknowledgment of the life-altering consequences of her choices.
The only sound in the room was the distant hum of the city, the sunlight now a harsh reminder of the life Esha was about to disrupt. Aniket reached for her, pulling her into a tight embrace. It wasn't the passionate embrace of their past encounters, but a gesture of comfort and reassurance. Esha melted into his arms, not with the fervor of desire, but with the heavy weight of surrender.
"What do we do now?" he murmured into her hair, his voice a mix of determination and uncertainty.
Esha's voice was muffled against his chest, heavy with confusion. "I don't know, Aniket," she confessed. "I just knew I had to tell you."
The erotic tension that had once defined their encounters was now a distant echo, replaced by a shared sense of vulnerability and uncertainty. Aniket's embrace tightened, not with the promise of a solution, but with the primal need for human connection.
The sunlight seemed to intensify the emotions swirling across Aniket's face as he held Esha close. The thought of having a child with her filled him with wonder, yet the knowledge of her existing family cast a shadow over his happiness.
"I never wanted to complicate your life like this," he confessed, his voice heavy with unintended consequences.
Esha, feeling the warmth of his embrace but the chill of their predicament, lifted her head to meet his gaze. "It wasn't your fault, Aniket," she reassured him, her voice laced with sadness. "My heart...it's torn."
A heavy silence settled between them. "What do we do now?" Aniket finally asked.
Esha sighed, her eyes searching his. "I don't know," she admitted, "But we need to think about what's best for everyone, including this baby."
Their conversation continued, exploring the labyrinth of possibilities and consequences.
As they spoke, a shift occurred. The shared weight of their predicament drew them closer. Aniket's touch was both tender and desperate, his fingers tracing the contours of Esha's face. His kisses were slow and deliberate, each one a silent plea for guidance.
Their intimacy transcended the physical; it was charged with the raw emotion of their situation. Esha leaned into him, her body seeking not just comfort, but a deeper understanding.
Suddenly, Esha's face paled as a wave of nausea washed over her. Aniket noticed instantly. "Esha? What's wrong?"
"I don't feel well," she gasped.
Aniket's concern was evident as he helped her to the bathroom. He held her hair back as she succumbed to the nausea, his touch gentle and reassuring.
The wave subsided, leaving Esha leaning weakly against the cool tiles. She managed a weak smile. "I went through this with Aditya. It's normal."
In the soft, golden light, they moved to the bed, seeking solace and connection amidst the uncertainty.
Aniket's hand found its way to Esha's belly, his touch gentle and reverent. His fingers traced the gentle curve, a silent conversation with the life growing within her. Each caress was imbued with a sense of wonder and connection.
His silence spoke volumes, filled with a profound understanding of the turmoil this child could bring. Yet, in this moment, his love for Esha and this unborn child was undeniable. His actions were a silent vow of support, a promise to be there for her.
From a distance, the sight of them would be a poignant tableau of love and uncertainty. The light, painting their intertwined forms, would illuminate every touch, every unspoken promise. The air would thrum with the unspoken emotions, the warmth of their bodies mingling with the quiet intensity of their connection.
Aniket's touch ignited a storm of emotions within Esha. Each gentle caress was a wave crashing against her heart. Tears escaped her eyes, each drop a reflection of the turmoil within.
The memory of her dream surfaced – the image of her child, a vision both comforting and haunting. It was a premonition of love, yet it also brought a sense of loss.
The playful conversations about a baby, once just whispered fantasies, now felt tangible, real. Each time Aniket's hand moved over her belly, she felt a connection deepening. His actions chipped away at the idea of abortion she had entertained.
But amidst the emotional surge, fear lingered. Fear for her family, for Kunal, for the life they had built together. Esha knew that loving this child could mean losing everything.
Despite her fears, she couldn't deny the love that Aniket was offering. His silent support, his tender touch, spoke of a man ready to embrace fatherhood. Yet, she held back, her heart torn.
With Aniket's hand resting gently on her belly, Esha felt the full weight of her decisions. The unexpected love for this unplanned child, the depth of her feelings for Aniket, and the fear of a future where joy and pain might be inextricably intertwined churned within her.
The silence between them was heavy. Esha felt the depth of Aniket's love for the baby, his respect for her autonomy, and his unwavering support. In this quiet intimacy, the notion of abortion lost its appeal.
Their closeness hinted at the possibilities of a future built on love and shared responsibility. As they lay together, the uncertainty of what lay ahead was undeniable, but so was the strength of their bond.
Seeking solace, Esha found herself drawn to a quiet garden. Surrounded by nature, she found a secluded bench. A gentle ray of sunlight brought a renewed sense of confidence.
In the sanctuary of her heart, she spoke to her unborn child. "Can I harm you?" she mused. "I promise you, I will protect you." She envisioned her children playing together, their laughter a melody. "You don't need to worry," she continued. "You are a part of me, and I will never allow you to be extinguished from this world."
The decision to keep the baby solidified within Esha. It was a decision to embrace life, to expand her family, to choose love.
One morning, she called Aniket. "I'm keeping the baby," she declared.
A cautious joy bloomed within Aniket. They agreed to meet in the familiar garden.
The garden seemed to hold its breath as they met. Aniket's hand instinctively found its way to Esha's belly.
Esha let out a nervous laugh. "Remember all those fantasies we shared?" she asked. "Now that reality's knocking, I'm holding you to them, Aniket."
Aniket's gaze softened. "I'm here," he whispered, his voice a reassuring vow.
Esha felt the connection deepen. Her decision was not just about keeping the baby; it was about choosing love, choosing life, and finding beauty in the unexpected chaos.
…….
Priya ended the call with a jerk of her hand, a small "yeah" escaping her lips as she shook her head sideways, murmuring to herself, "Kill the snake as well as save the stick." She had called Esha out of sheer curiosity, expecting confusion or perhaps despair, but what she heard instead was a newfound resolve in Esha's voice.

Esha had been clear, "I can't kill my baby." There was a strength in her words, a protective tone that Priya hadn't anticipated. This revelation intrigued her, stirring a mix of frustration and satisfaction within her.

With a smirk, Priya prodded further, her voice a blend of feigned concern and underlying malice, "And how do you plan to deal with Kunal about this newfound strength?"

Esha's response came after a pause, her voice not just steady but resolute, "I'll tell Kunal the truth, no matter what. I'm ready for any consequences. This baby is part of me, and I can't take a step back from this. I'll face whatever comes with open eyes and an open heart. I owe it to this child to fight for its life, to fight for its future, whatever that might look like."

Her words were not just a plan but a declaration of her unwavering commitment, a readiness to confront the fallout with courage.

[Saradagaa]

Decisions having been made, let's await how consequences unfold

[Gajakidost]

Excellent update.

Esha though physically staying with kunal, she has mentally living a life with Aniket for long and it was the dream life for her. Aniket losing his wife early and want to start a family. Therefore, this decision is expected one. There is nothing to lose for Esha. If kunal is ok, she will continue to live dual life and deliver another baby for Aniket. If kunal opposes, she will leave him with Aditya and start a new life with Aniket.

[Dinesh5]

Unexpected update bro
Let's see the consequences
Waiting for next one

[RCF]

Everything that happens can be predicted at least 2 episodes early lol

Man change the plot so people can guess something and not know it beforehand.

~RCF

[Harry Jordan]

Kunal better divorce Esha at this point. There is something called self respect. If Esha considers this new child and Aniket as her new life then Kunal has every right to take Aditya away from her. Kunal should permanently move to the US and take Aditya with him. This will be the consequence for Esha's actions. She cannot take the cake and eat it. This is her consequence , let her loose Kunal and Aditya forever , let there be consequences for her actions. When Priya completes her revenge and Esha has nothing else , she wouldn't have Kunal and Aditya by her side anymore. Just alone , let this story end with either Priya winning or else have Kunal be the trump card in breaking Priya's mind game and expose her manipulation to Esha and Aniket. And then once Priya's game is exposed , dump Esha and take Aditya with him to the Unites States.

And then have a sequel story of Kunal finding love again while being a good father to Aditya and have Esha erased from their life for good. Let this be the consequence.

[Dinesh5]

Pls don't make esha get away with what she done to kunal to make the story happy ending. Esha has to bear the consequences and punishment for what she did.

[Harry Jordan]

If Kunal becomes a willing cuckold then I am done with this story. I will keep reading it because I wanna see how this ends but I will stop discussing this story for good. It has become such a repetative cliche in this site for cuckold stories now that I cannot believe this site has managed to make me HATE the whole cuckolding kink. The usual wife falling for a bigger man , then husband begging to her for her "love" because "true love". And then agreeing to her terms and have her fuck her bull. Then she gets pregnant and the husband has to raise this child. Then later husband reduced to a servant of his own house wearing wife's panty while doing the household chore for the wife and her "new husband" and taking care of the kids and the house while Wife and her lover goes to honeymoons and exotic trips filled with erotica.

I get it there are some people who love this kind of humiliation stories. But please don't turn this into the ONLY story template. Celebrate men that can stand for themselves. Please for future writers , build characters better for better dynamics. Stop turning these husbands into "trashcan" level characters.

For now this is my decision , if Kunal is turned cuckold , I would still read the story to see how the author concludes it and how the story ends. But I will stop my discussion and opinions regarding this. I appalud the author to give us the warning that not everyone will like this story and I can see that now why. Because judging by how this story is going , I will mostly likely be joining that list.

But goodluck regardless to the author.

Harry Jordan!

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[Johnnythedevil]

From the beginning the Esha love towards kunal was not strong enough. She never had a close association with the child, The role of the mother is not explained to justify she loved her kid more like she accompanied him to cshool or spent valuable time with him. spoke about Aditya to Aniket likewise. She touches the child only while it is sleeping and that too out of guilt she is having opening her legs to another man. This has made Esha project only as cock hungry slut.

Kunal playing role of good husband/father does all the household chores and cook for his wife, engage his son as there is no maid role mentioned. Like one reader rightly said, kunal did not correct from his mistakes of satisfying his wife and want to take a easy route by buying a dildo which spoiled his role as a man. Though he had done with love, no woman would expect an object for her satisfaction rather than a real meat. Also he finish the sex like two minutes noodles and never indulge in foreplay and talk to his wife to know how satisfied she is after sex. No woman will like this. Kunal is mentally and physically weak (half)man. His world revolves around Esha and Aditya. The first betrayal did not bring much impact on him as he knows that he is physically unfit to satisfy the sexual needs of Esha. Also he shamelessly asked her to sleep with her lover in front of him and it spoilt all the reputation and respect esha had on him. It is the reason she did not feel bad or guilt of betraying him the second time. Aniket has fucked Esha more number times in the short duration than kunal for seven years. She loved every encounter and it was strongly sculptured in her memory than what she had with kunal. The pleasures and orgams has driven her wild and she has become like a slave for Aniket in bed. For the bodily pleasures she is getting, she took leave and spent one full week with Aniket to spend whole day with him and having known that she is in fertile period she allowed him to cum inside her. The fantasy has taken the next level she wants Aniket child in her womb and she is ready for it. It is evident from her words The soil is fertile. She is not a kid and cant act innocent now.

Aniket did not react much on the pregnancy i would say, he just told the he will be ready to be her side. He is not having any guilt of impregnating a married woman or spoiling life of kunal. His internal intention is to take Esha completely from kunal and make her his. He still respect and love Esha and that makes her more vulnerable and fall in love with Aniket more. He is more like if he gets esha as wife he will be extremely happy. If he did not get esha, at least if he can get her pussy to fuck, he is still happy. It means he is ok with both. All he needs is a hole with love or without love. Also, it is not that he cannot live without her. He can still find another woman and satisfied with her.

Unlike Esha, kunal has loved Esha always, he will accept the child and be its father for his wife. But, Esha cant see another(wimp) man taking the credit of the real man child. She wants Aniket to play the role of father for the child and do everything that kunal had done for Aditya like sing lullabies and change diapers as they had discussed during their fantasy filled mating. Esha has already distanced herself from the family members, just for the society sake she was with kunal mostly. She knows that child born to kunal will also be a wimp like him. Therefore, she will prefer to start a new chapter with Aniket and be mother of real man child. Her love for kunal is not there anymore as she never initiated sex with him or even ready to face him or accompany him to medical test. For her, Aniket has turned husband for everything he has done her. This time Esha should say she deserves punishment in form of divorce and kunal will be happy to give for his loving wife.

[a2011]

Good update. Don't want to see the repeat of the chearing episode, where Kunal had to feel sorry for Esha's affair...lol...and this time accept Aniket's child and become a cuckold again...I think Kunal should leave with Aditya and be out of this story for a while and let the story continue on with Priya continuing to play games with Esha and Aniket...

[Karthik Ramarajan]

Great update as usual. Kunal does not deserve Esha. He literally lost her when he asked her sleep with Aniket in his house. Esha had lot of guilt till that time and feared of losing kunal. All love and guilt Esha had for him vanished at that point itself. She considered him as completely a person without any self esteem. Now impregnated by another man is highest level of humiliation/punishment she can give him to decide whether he still wants to be her husband or not. Anyways kunal is a shameless bastard as many mentioned here. Unless Esha decides to part ways with him, he will continue to call himself as her husband. Esha will not stay with kunal while the baby grows and she will prefer to be with the father of the child to enjoy the motherwood and give him the fatherwood feeling.