Adultery The Facilitator

[Harry Jordan]

Esha will thank Priya for pushing her to Aniket
Aniket will thank priya for helping to get Esha
Kunal will thank Esha for dumping him
Kunal will thank priya for manipulating and playing a pimp for his ex wife
Kunal will thank Aniket for showing his place in the society
Aditya will thank kunal for giving him a great father in form of Aniket.
Priya will thank Kunal for help winning her revenge.

And there you go , Masochism Lovers , there is never a shortage for that. 

[RCF]

I see your perspective , and I can understand some of your reasoning. 

No you do not, I can understand you disagreeing me, but I do not think you are seeing my point...I was saying below things:

1. Wife cheats her husband
2. Husband wants to understand why she did it, so he asks to see it himself what she is seeking in her lover
3. He is devastated by the intimacy he sees between them and understands its not just physical
4. He asks her to give their marriage one more chance and he tries to make an effort to physically please her and be more caring, attentive and build their lost chemistry from scratch
5. Wife fails to recognize his efforts and still lost in her new relationship
6. She cheats him again
7. She gets pregnant due to schemes of Priya
8. Husband comes to know this, asks her again to let go unborn child and asks her to build fresh
9. Wife does not agree to kill unborn child, Husband leaves her
10. Husband wants top divorce her and keep the only child.
11. Wife agrees for Divorce reluctantly as she doesn't have choice but seeks joint custody of child.
12. Things are going in a way where couple will get joint custody of the child.

So tell me why you and all the readers here think husband is wimp, weak and does not deserve Esha, bad in bed and blah blah.....Maybe point 8 might give you that impression that he is weak in forgiving her but he is not forgiving her but asking her to leave her lover and his child..He loves her so he is giving another chance, I do not see that as weakness.

So my point is even if Esha is happy from now on with Aniket and Kunal is happy after some time when things settle down, its not end of the world for every one involved in this mess. Ending need not always be Esha made a mistake so she should be unhappy at the end,  Kunal was the victim and he lost his wife so he should be super happy otherwise its a wimp story?...Ending could be separate paths for Esha who is happy with Aniket and Kunal can be happy in life with some one else eventually...Kunal lost his wife, so did Esha lose her husband with her stupidity.
She found love, Kunal will find it one day too..I do not agree when some one calls husband wimp if he does not get revenge or if he does not get super sexy wife again at the end. As long as he is not cuckold and does not agree to keep Esha and her child and also allow her to spend time with Aniket, he is not a wimp. But that's just my opinion...I respect your thought process and agree to disagree.

I am glad you brought up game40it , because one of my favorite story in this site was from him called "My Wife , Why Did She Betray Me". The character of Saravanan in that story in my opinion was hands down one of the best written husband characters in stories like this. Because in the end he was the one who got the last laugh and he got to have his happy ending. Compared to the never ending pile of "WIMP" husbands this site keeps on shitting out over and over again. 

By the way, that story has worse ending, I do not know why you idolize it. In fact I was talking about another story not this one. It seems you are OK as long as wife pleads and begs guilty and husband accepts her then its a great story? Its not realistic for Saravanan to accept his wife and blame it all on his friend. Both are at fault but only one suffers humiliation in society and has to bear to raise child from Sarvanan as father. Wife is portrayed as manipulated by his friend so she gets free pass at the end. I hated that story climax. 

[Harry Jordan]

So tell me why you and all the readers here think husband is wimp, weak and does not deserve Esha, bad in bed and blah blah..... Maybe point 8 might give you that impression that he is weak in forgiving her but he is not forgiving her but asking her to leave her lover and his child..He loves her so he is giving another chance, I do not see that as weakness.


I don't personally think that Kunal is a wimp in this story , not once. But on a literary note , I found Kunal's character to be a cliche. The usual husband who looses everything rhetoric. But now his character is getting some fresh makeover with him getting pushed to find the truth where now his dynamic changes. As for the abortion stance , I believe it is Kunal's hurt that was talking , that moment basically shows how much he indeed loves Esha , that despite all that he wants to still hold onto her and save this family. But in the end he realized its better to leave her than finding any hope in being with her. Kunal has the right justification towards Esha and I believe its never going to change , maybe there will be some when he learns that Esha was manipulated into this relationship but in the end Kunal can never see Esha in the same way as before. I only see the future where Esha is just a forgotten memory for Kunal and he gets to find closure and live a happy life with someone else who loves him genuinly and would actually care for their relationship. Aditya will still be a part of his life and he will love him and care for him as a co parent but he will never accept a cordial relation with Esha because it will be foolish to approach that kind of relation considering the magnitude of the mistake that she has done to Kunal. In my eyes , her actions aren't exactly forgivable if she still feels happy with Aniket despite knowing that she was manipulated into being with him and never be apologetic for her actions towards Kunal. Hell I don't think Aniket can be forgivable considering he seeks Priya's help to seduce Esha and willingly ruined her marital life to claim her. But atleast , Aniket is honest about his mistakes. But his desire to turn Kunal cuck is also another factor that makes me dislike him.


So my point is even if Esha is happy from now on with Aniket and Kunal is happy after some time when things settle down, its not end of the world for every one involved in this mess. Ending need not always be Esha made a mistake so she should be unhappy at the end, Kunal was the victim and he lost his wife so he should be super happy otherwise its a wimp story?...Ending could be separate paths for Esha who is happy with Aniket and Kunal can be happy in life with some one else eventually...Kunal lost his wife, so did Esha lose her husband with her stupidity. She found love, Kunal will find it one day too..I do not agree when some one calls husband wimp if he does not get revenge or if he does not get super sexy wife again at the end. As long as he is not cuckold and does not agree to keep Esha and her child and also allow her to spend time with Aniket, he is not a wimp. But that's just my opinion...I respect your thought process and agree to disagree.


Definitely we agree to disagree , from your point I get it you are satisfied as long as the man isn't a wimp and makes the right decision. But in my point of view , I cannot see it to be the best approach for the character to be limited in that sense. I would always prefer a character show some improvements based on their failures and tries to be better in the future. Not have the failures in their life to be just a bad memory but a means of motivation to do better ,  adapt and evolve. I don't believe Kunal should have an amicable relation with Esha because it will negate his character development now , because that would mean he is willing to forgive her. Not every actions need to be forgived. Some should have lifelong consequences , especially for Esha who still haven't shown any remorse or regrets for her actions towards Kunal and is still having her best and happy moments with Aniket. I don't want Kunal to be given the "Jon Snow" treatment , where he is given this wonderful character development but then as the end comes he is reduced to a side quest with no purpose and a retarded ending for that matter. Kunal deserves the "Aragorn" treatment , he should learn from his mistakes and hurt and adapt to be better. But like I said , agree to disagree , you are fine with less dynamic for the character, but I kind of like some more for it thats all.


By the way, that story has worse ending, I do not know why you idolize it. In fact I was talking about another story not this one. It seems you are OK as long as wife pleads and begs guilty and husband accepts her then its a great story? Its not realistic for Saravanan to accept his wife and blame it all on his friend. Both are at fault but only one suffers humiliation in society and has to bear to raise child from Sarvanan as father. Wife is portrayed as manipulated by his friend so she gets free pass at the end. I hated that story climax.

I agree with your opinion regarding the climax , I too am not a big fan of how it ended. But the character of Saravanan is what I find to be the best version of the "husband" characters in these stories. Because unlike other stories where either they compromise or turn cuckold or wimp , Saravanan put his foot on the ground and derived an ultimatum. He was willing to save his marriage and he made his stance clear , and to some extent it made sense because the story was rural themed and the characters all had conservative dynamics where securing the family is an important part of their lives. And the wife's reaction was also done beautifully where she shows remorse and feels heartbroken that she cheated on her husband and that she has committed a terrible sin. It kind of showed that despite the affair the wife loved her husband but her conservative side also felt she was ruined and that she will forever be a dirty stain in her husband's life. I liked that story until Prabhu and his wife came and that "weird" scenario happened. In my opinion , the ending should've been Saravanan and Meera trying their ways to fix their marriage. Kunal and Saravanan are carved from the same character dynamic and both kind of have a conservative approach to marriage , but Kunal is more liberal and believes in sharing house chores and responsibilities and sharing a good working relationship with their partners.

Regardless , I still believe what I believe my head cannon of old Esha and old Kunal meeting should come true. And that should show eventually the consequences of their actions carved their lives to different paths. Esha build her new relation and romance with Aniket over the wreckage and ruins of her old marriage , and that would always haunt her , leading her life to be a combination of happiness and disappointment , plus raising Aditya as a co parent would only deepen her scars. Kunal on the other hand should find closure with Esha's action and move on from her , find another woman or live alone with materialistic gains , I don't care  , just live happily , full of life fullfillment and happiness. My own preferrence will be another woman , and this woman will complete his life.  And at the end Kunal will thank Esha and finally forgive her saying that he is glad she threw away their marriage because if that didn't happen , he wouldn't have found his happiness. That will bring closure to Esha's turmoil in the end and she will finally get her closure. Because in my opinion Esha deserves this kind of treatment because the magnitude of her cheating demands it. I wouldn't treat her character this way unless Esha broke up with Kunal and moved on with Aniket before being impregnated by him , but Esha did the worst sin along with cheating which is ruin a man's trust and then gets impregnated by another one. That kind of act deserves life long consequence.

[RCF]

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I don't personally think that Kunal is a wimp in this story , not once. But on a literary note , I found Kunal's character to be a cliche. The usual husband who looses everything rhetoric. But now his character is getting some fresh makeover with him getting pushed to find the truth where now his dynamic changes.

In fact, it’s not cliché anymore, accepting that his wife is a cheater and now she has fallen in love with another man is fresh thought and innovative than running around hurt and trying to make his wife suffer, By accepting this fact that his wife though cheated him badly, but craved something more than what was available in their marriage is definitely not cliché , By Kunal accepting that and making peace with it, if readers would think him as a wimp, then it’s a perspective of individual reader. In fact him standing on his own and taking divorce from his wife itself shows he has moved on from his wife despite getting hurt, he is not willing to stand and let his wife continue her relationship with Aniket, there lies his victory and I don’t know why you are not satisfied with that simple stand taken by a husband…I guess your relief comes from a fact that Esha has to suffer and face consequences to a larger scale to be able to justify the satisfaction for a husband who got cheated. I can understand that, but I feel Esha’s woes have almost over unless she fails to conceive her unborn kid or loses custody to Aditya, it’s time for Priya to face consequences more than Esha.
 
For him , Aditya will be his son and he will love him and care for him as a single parent but he will never accept a cordial relation with Esha because it will be foolish to approach that kind of relation considering the magnitude of cheating that she has done to Kunal.

Do you think Kunal will have a choice, He has to follow court’s order and have to be cordial in maintaining the join custody of Aditya. No matter how bad Esha did to Kunal, she is still Aditya’s mother and thinking this only from her standpoint is not correct. Aditya craves her a lot and it will leave significant impact if he loses his mother, so there won’t be much choice for Kunal but to accept joint parenting. Alternative is to leave Aditya to Esha for ever and move on, which I doubt Kunal will ever be able to do it. Losing him after losing his wife would be very difficult to endure.


Definitely we agree to disagree, from your point I get it you are satisfied as long as the man isn't a wimp and makes the right decision. But in my point of view, I cannot see it to be the best approach for the character to be limited in that sense. I would always prefer a character showing some improvements based on their failures and tries to be better in the future. Not have the failures in their life to be just a bad memory but a means of motivation to do better ,  adapt and evolve. I don't believe Kunal should have an amicable relation with Esha because it will negate his character development now , because that would mean he is willing to forgive her.

Why do you think Kunal character needs improvement? He has done nothing wrong; he is not someone who is badly performing in bed, nor does he ignore his duties as husband or father, then why do you think there needs to be room for improvements and He did not cause the failure of his marriage so him leaving his wife is justifiable enough punishment for his wife with in his reach. She lost the companion who has stood with her thick and thin since their college days and she is aware of her loss and so Kunal did what he could do within his limit to punish Esha. He tried to take Aditya away but that is not in his control, not only because Law doesn’t allow it but also because he couldn’t see his son suffer the trauma of losing his mother. Also, co-parenting means it can be done by just discussing what’s needed to be done. Today, lot of couples do co parenting with out even a word between them, Kids just spend half time with mother and another half with father. So Kunal, if needs to maintain that co-parenting status, he has to set certain conversations and limit it to those as much possible. By maintaining that relationship with Esha will not negate his character development, in fact it will show Esha that despite her cheating, Kunal is perfectly alright in his life, and he is not at her mercy. The only thing that I could think that Kunal can do more to hurt Esha is to leak that there is physical relationship between client and her so she can lose her job based on morality in client vendor relationship status quo. Though I would think it’s petty for Kunal to do it and stoop to her level.
 
Some should have lifelong consequences , especially for Esha who still haven't shown any remorse or regrets for her actions towards Kunal and is still having her best and happy moments with Aniket.

She regrets her actions and we can see it, its not like she has to walk against a moving truck and give her life away for the deeds she has done, Its written in earlier chapters that if possible to turn time back she would not have gone into that café to meet Aniket, that shows she knows her actions and she regrets them…that’s all you can hope for in this story, esp when the person with whom she cheated is in love with her, chances of her suffering more is limited. Compare that to Meera and Prabhu, Prabhu never loved Meera..that's the difference. 

I don't want Kunal to be given the "Jon Snow" treatment , where he is given this wonderful character development but then as the end comes he is reduced to a side quest with no purpose and a retarded ending for that matter. Kunal deserves the "Aragorn" treatment , he should learn from his mistakes and hurt and adapt to be better. But like I said , agree to disagree , you are fine with less dynamic for the character, but I kind of like some more for it thats all.

He will have happy ending; you just jump guns right from first chapter and seek redemption for male leads lol ...have patience . You can see now things changed for Kunal but you have been impatient to see it change…same way you will see he will get the best ending of all three if not then you can blast the author lol

Also,
I do not agree on the outcome of game40it story but we can agree to disagree, I do not have problem with Saravanan. I do have problems with Meera, her realization, her regrets, her remorse for doing sins are all unrealistic. It’s like a switch as soon as she knows that her husband has known her cheating all along, she changes from one spectrum to another and it’s not even close to reality. Anyways, lets leave that story.

~RCF

[clearlover]

Hello, Readers,

Next update is sometime next week. Now my focus, instead of giving updates, is to reach a milestone so that the story does not unnecessarily drag. I also think that the way I am adding elements in the coming chapters, the current indexation won't be enough, so I will stretch the current index into parts, though I am not sure. Till then, keep reading and provide valuable feedback.

Thanks,
Clearlover

[Harry Jordan]

I don't personally think that Kunal is a wimp in this story , not once. But on a literary note , I found Kunal's character to be a cliche. The usual husband who looses everything rhetoric. But now his character is getting some fresh makeover with him getting pushed to find the truth where now his dynamic changes.

In fact, it’s not cliché anymore, accepting that his wife is a cheater and now she has fallen in love with another man is fresh thought and innovative than running around hurt and trying to make his wife suffer, By accepting this fact that his wife though cheated him badly, but craved something more than what was available in their marriage is definitely not cliché , By Kunal accepting that and making peace with it, if readers would think him as a wimp, then it’s a perspective of individual reader. In fact him standing on his own and taking divorce from his wife itself shows he has moved on from his wife despite getting hurt, he is not willing to stand and let his wife continue her relationship with Aniket, there lies his victory and I don’t know why you are not satisfied with that simple stand taken by a husband…I guess your relief comes from a fact that Esha has to suffer and face consequences to a larger scale to be able to justify the satisfaction for a husband who got cheated. I can understand that, but I feel Esha’s woes have almost over unless she fails to conceive her unborn kid or loses custody to Aditya, it’s time for Priya to face consequences more than Esha.
 
For him , Aditya will be his son and he will love him and care for him as a single parent but he will never accept a cordial relation with Esha because it will be foolish to approach that kind of relation considering the magnitude of cheating that she has done to Kunal.

Do you think Kunal will have a choice, He has to follow court’s order and have to be cordial in maintaining the join custody of Aditya. No matter how bad Esha did to Kunal, she is still Aditya’s mother and thinking this only from her standpoint is not correct. Aditya craves her a lot and it will leave significant impact if he loses his mother, so there won’t be much choice for Kunal but to accept joint parenting. Alternative is to leave Aditya to Esha for ever and move on, which I doubt Kunal will ever be able to do it. Losing him after losing his wife would be very difficult to endure.


Definitely we agree to disagree, from your point I get it you are satisfied as long as the man isn't a wimp and makes the right decision. But in my point of view, I cannot see it to be the best approach for the character to be limited in that sense. I would always prefer a character showing some improvements based on their failures and tries to be better in the future. Not have the failures in their life to be just a bad memory but a means of motivation to do better ,  adapt and evolve. I don't believe Kunal should have an amicable relation with Esha because it will negate his character development now , because that would mean he is willing to forgive her.

Why do you think Kunal character needs improvement? He has done nothing wrong; he is not someone who is badly performing in bed, nor does he ignore his duties as husband or father, then why do you think there needs to be room for improvements and He did not cause the failure of his marriage so him leaving his wife is justifiable enough punishment for his wife with in his reach. She lost the companion who has stood with her thick and thin since their college days and she is aware of her loss and so Kunal did what he could do within his limit to punish Esha. He tried to take Aditya away but that is not in his control, not only because Law doesn’t allow it but also because he couldn’t see his son suffer the trauma of losing his mother. Also, co-parenting means it can be done by just discussing what’s needed to be done. Today, lot of couples do co parenting with out even a word between them, Kids just spend half time with mother and another half with father. So Kunal, if needs to maintain that co-parenting status, he has to set certain conversations and limit it to those as much possible. By maintaining that relationship with Esha will not negate his character development, in fact it will show Esha that despite her cheating, Kunal is perfectly alright in his life, and he is not at her mercy. The only thing that I could think that Kunal can do more to hurt Esha is to leak that there is physical relationship between client and her so she can lose her job based on morality in client vendor relationship status quo. Though I would think it’s petty for Kunal to do it and stoop to her level.
 
Some should have lifelong consequences , especially for Esha who still haven't shown any remorse or regrets for her actions towards Kunal and is still having her best and happy moments with Aniket.

She regrets her actions and we can see it, its not like she has to walk against a moving truck and give her life away for the deeds she has done, Its written in earlier chapters that if possible to turn time back she would not have gone into that café to meet Aniket, that shows she knows her actions and she regrets them…that’s all you can hope for in this story, esp when the person with whom she cheated is in love with her, chances of her suffering more is limited. Compare that to Meera and Prabhu, Prabhu never loved Meera..that's the difference. 

I don't want Kunal to be given the "Jon Snow" treatment , where he is given this wonderful character development but then as the end comes he is reduced to a side quest with no purpose and a retarded ending for that matter. Kunal deserves the "Aragorn" treatment , he should learn from his mistakes and hurt and adapt to be better. But like I said , agree to disagree , you are fine with less dynamic for the character, but I kind of like some more for it thats all.

He will have happy ending; you just jump guns right from first chapter and seek redemption for male leads lol ...have patience . You can see now things changed for Kunal but you have been impatient to see it change…same way you will see he will get the best ending of all three if not then you can blast the author lol

Also,
I do not agree on the outcome of game40it story but we can agree to disagree, I do not have problem with Saravanan. I do have problems with Meera, her realization, her regrets, her remorse for doing sins are all unrealistic. It’s like a switch as soon as she knows that her husband has known her cheating all along, she changes from one spectrum to another and it’s not even close to reality. Anyways, lets leave that story.

~RCF

Like I said I am somewhat fine by Kunal's characterization and his reasoning. Its natural , he is heartbroken and in anger so there is justification to his action. And please I don't want Kunal to ruin Esha's life himself or anything. At this point , my expectation in this story is just Kunal to become the hero in this story , become the trump card in Priya's game and beat her in her own turf and expose her to Esha. That is definitely my expectation , as for Esha and Kunal finding closure. I believe on a story line perspective not on character based one , that Esha will have to live a long term consequences for her actions. And in a way the story has already set those consequences up with how she has an ailing father and a young Aditya to raise alone. Her father dying from her actions would be the start of her emotional turmoil , then its pretty obvious Aditya's childhood is in pretty danger considering he is young and he will be going to his educational place and when the news about the details regarding Esha and Kunal's divorce become public , things might start to get a bit unease for him in his place of education. Esha will be forced to face the blunt of it since society will definitely paint her as a slut and if we are considering Aniket's rich status and him being much older than Esha , she also fills the qualification of a Gold Digger. She will basically be Kareena Kapoor but with decent behavior 



As for her regrets , I don't know , maybe I am not convinced by the wordings or its the duality of her situation. At times she feels regrets and then the next moment she is a sexual slave for Aniket acting all submissive towards him. These kinds of actions make me believe that Kunal is actually being saved from a terrible woman to be honest considering the amount of submission she does for Aniket. And what's ironic is Priya manipulated her with the concept of "feminism" to entire Esha to go towards Aniket and now she is behaving like a common slut for him. Don't forget Aniket had a desire to impregnate Esha because he had a fantasy to drink her breast milk. We still don't know how much Aniket's story has any feeling or genuiness. He ruined a marriage to get his woman , what is stopping him to seek another woman to fullfill his sexual desires. After all he is a rich man , and even old for that matter. For now I will reserve my judgement regarding Aniket because there is still a lot of blank spaces regarding him.


As for the Kunal ending , I definitely believe that he will get his due. Considering how much he is involved now this is his prime moment for that matter. He is going to be the one who breaks the game and give Priya the punishment she deserves. In all honesty , the only character with whom I really wish death as a punishment is indeed Priya. And it should not be a quick one , she deserves a brutal death for her actions. Although I don't want Kunal to be directly responsible for it , just completely break Priya's spirit and mentality and send her spiralling to her end. And then bring closure to his equation with Esha and remove her importance in his life. Be a dutiful co parent and focus more on Aditya's well being. Because in all honesty , considering if we take a time leap for the story in the epilogue , A grown up Aditya would consider spending more time with his father since he will realize the mistake Esha did. Because lets be clear , I don't want Esha punished by Kunal , but her consequences should not give her a life of full on happiness. Let her have a good life with Aniket and this new baby  , but she will forever be living with the wounds of her former marriage and witnessing an older Aditya preferring his father over his mother. And believe me RCF , I ain't arguing with you about that. I mean we both kind of want the same thing for Kunal's ending and that is for him to be a victor , and he will. Only difference is I want his victory to be more prepostorous than a simple one. 


As for the game40it story , I too agree to that , I didn't like the ending to that story. But Saravana was definitely one of the best characters I have read in these kinds of stories. As for Meera's thing like I said , its more of a conservative and feminine approach in that matter considering Meera is a rural woman. I believe her reaction fits her upbringing and her nature since her life was pretty simple. Plus her affair with Prabhu wasn't exactly love because she didn't see a future so for her to realize her husband getting to know the affair was a massive hurt to her mind. But I understand your opinion and agree we shouldn't discuss that here.

BTW , I recently saw a movie called VISFOT starring Riteish Deshmukh and Fardeen Khan and ironically Riteish is basically playing a Kunal type character in the movie , his wife cheats on him and the movie ends in the best way for his arc. I would want you to check it out , though I should warn the movie is pretty boring , I only liked Riteish's arc and surprisingly his storyline reminds me of this story.

[RCF]

Like I said I am somewhat fine by Kunal's characterization and his reasoning. Its natural , he is heartbroken and in anger so there is justification to his action. And please I don't want Kunal to ruin Esha's life himself or anything. At this point , my expectation in this story is just Kunal to become the hero in this story , become the trump card in Priya's game and beat her in her own turf and expose her to Esha. That is definitely my expectation , as for Esha and Kunal finding closure. I believe on a story line perspective not on character based one , that Esha will have to live a long term consequences for her actions. And in a way the story has already set those consequences up with how she has an ailing father and a young Aditya to raise alone. Her father dying from her actions would be the start of her emotional turmoil , then its pretty obvious Aditya's childhood is in pretty danger considering he is young and he will be going to his educational place and when the news about the details regarding Esha and Kunal's divorce become public , things might start to get a bit unease for him in his place of education. Esha will be forced to face the blunt of it since society will definitely paint her as a slut and if we are considering Aniket's rich status and him being much older than Esha , she also fills the qualification of a Gold Digger. She will basically be Kareena Kapoor but with decent behavior 

Lol you are too filmy as you often mention about your theory....Her father death is anticipated but I doubt it will happen, Maybe don't know lets see. As for Kid growing up to get ridiculed , common he is 4 yrs old, by the time he understand and goes to coll and gets bullied, this thing is a past. No one cares in society esp in big cities , divorces are so common that your revenge arc and redemption arc might be too cheeky, But for you I will hope this story shows it haha...

As for her regrets , I don't know , maybe I am not convinced by the wordings or its the duality of her situation. At times she feels regrets and then the next moment she is a sexual slave for Aniket acting all submissive towards him. These kinds of actions make me believe that Kunal is actually being saved from a terrible woman to be honest considering the amount of submission she does for Aniket. And what's ironic is Priya manipulated her with the concept of "feminism" to entire Esha to go towards Aniket and now she is behaving like a common slut for him. Don't forget Aniket had a desire to impregnate Esha because he had a fantasy to drink her breast milk. We still don't know how much Aniket's story has any feeling or genuiness. He ruined a marriage to get his woman , what is stopping him to seek another woman to fullfill his sexual desires. After all he is a rich man , and even old for that matter. For now I will reserve my judgement regarding Aniket because there is still a lot of blank spaces regarding him.

She is in love with Aniket now, she feels now its her duty to give pleasure to him so least she could do was bj. Anyways it was still out of place with so much going one, I would blame author to write ridiculously unrealistic again. I do not agree Aniket planned to ruin her marriage, It was again loose writing from author to make facilitator openly plan their meetings and these two like some sheep lost from a herd go into cabin to spend nights. Both know that Priya is organizing these parties to get them together but they get tempted to see each other and meet each other. I feel the passion and bonding that is needed to take such a step to meet despite getting second chances from Kunal seem unrealistic. Most of the stories at this juncture plan something unplanned, impromptu meeting and circumstances that lead to meeting but to make Priya villain, author made Aniket and Esha brainless.

As for the Kunal ending , I definitely believe that he will get his due. Considering how much he is involved now this is his prime moment for that matter. He is going to be the one who breaks the game and give Priya the punishment she deserves. In all honesty , the only character with whom I really wish death as a punishment is indeed Priya. And it should not be a quick one , she deserves a brutal death for her actions. Although I don't want Kunal to be directly responsible for it , just completely break Priya's spirit and mentality and send her spiralling to her end. And then bring closure to his equation with Esha and remove her importance in his life. Be a dutiful co parent and focus more on Aditya's well being. Because in all honesty , considering if we take a time leap for the story in the epilogue , A grown up Aditya would consider spending more time with his father since he will realize the mistake Esha did. Because lets be clear , I don't want Esha punished by Kunal , but her consequences should not give her a life of full on happiness. Let her have a good life with Aniket and this new baby  , but she will forever be living with the wounds of her former marriage and witnessing an older Aditya preferring his father over his mother. And believe me RCF , I ain't arguing with you about that. I mean we both kind of want the same thing for Kunal's ending and that is for him to be a victor , and he will. Only difference is I want his victory to be more prepostorous than a simple one. 

My prediction is Priya will suffer consequences for some time but Kunal will forgive her and Kunal & Priya will become pair at the end lol
Wild guess but I think its in the realm of possibility.

~RCF

[Harry Jordan]

Lol you are too filmy as you often mention about your theory....Her father death is anticipated but I doubt it will happen, Maybe don't know lets see. As for Kid growing up to get ridiculed, common he is 4 yrs old, by the time he understand and goes to coll and gets bullied, this thing is a past. No one cares in society esp in big cities, divorces are so common that your revenge arc and redemption arc might be too cheeky, But for you I will hope this story shows it haha...


Yeah I don't think Aditya is 4 but rather 6 since he is already a sc.ool going kid. He seems to study and do other stuff so its safe to say he is not that young. But Aditya will eventually figure out why his parents are living separate and he has to spend time with them separately. In a way like another commentator said , Aditya could become the facilitator soon to bring Esha and Kunal together.



She is in love with Aniket now, she feels now its her duty to give pleasure to him so least she could do was bj. Anyways it was still out of place with so much going one, I would blame author to write ridiculously unrealistic again. I do not agree Aniket planned to ruin her marriage, It was again loose writing from author to make facilitator openly plan their meetings and these two like some sheep lost from a herd go into cabin to spend nights. Both know that Priya is organizing these parties to get them together but they get tempted to see each other and meet each other. I feel the passion and bonding that is needed to take such a step to meet despite getting second chances from Kunal seem unrealistic. Most of the stories at this juncture plan something unplanned, impromptu meeting and circumstances that lead to meeting but to make Priya villain, author made Aniket and Esha brainless.



I mean to be honest the whole story is brainless because first off no woman will succumb to temptation that easily like Esha did. And most importantly the craziest brainless part was when Kunal wanted to see Esha and Aniket together , that part threw away all kinds of realistic approach and realism out of the window and ever since then I've only seen this story in a filmy way because that is the only way we can somewhat justify some of the logics behind it. The author said the story is focused on human emotions and diverse exploration of it , and I applaud him for doing that but in all honesty some choices made in this story has definitely ruined the realism part. I mean what is Aniket's parents's stance in all of this , most importantly is there even parents for Aniket or are they dead like his ex. Or is Aniket's family is like a KAPOOR Khandaan , like they have no problem with adultery or intimacy as long as the woman gives more children for the family's generation 


My prediction is Priya will suffer consequences for some time but Kunal will forgive her and Kunal & Priya will become pair at the end lol Wild guess but I think its in the realm of possibility.

I only see that possibility unless Aniket suddenly dies or decides to leave or betray Esha. But that too in unlikely , though another interesting twist would be that Esha is actually pregnant with Kunal's child and not Aniket's. Remember Kunal did have sex with Esha even though she was imagining her sex with Aniket when doing with him. She went to Aniket on that same week for some extra sex activities. Maybe Kunal beat Aniket on the sperm race in that scenario. An interesting hilarious angle will be that the contraceptive pills Priya gave actually worked but Esha didnt use it after her sex with Kunal so she is actually pregnant with his child.

[Saradagaa]

The idea for the story stems from a scenario where a wife cheats on her husband and subsequently becomes pregnant by her lover. We explored various outcomes instead of a predictable ending, in this story. A human emotions are not command to robot , so the emotional complexities need to be explore

For quite some time I was thinking where did I first read similar storyline. It took quite a time for me to recollect , as my reading of classical  literature was so lowbnow a days and I became otherwise  fully engaged in professional responsibility, I had to sit and rethink, then it struck me that ANNA KARENINA OF  Leo Tolstoy is of similar plotline. I read it long back in 1992 a translated version sold by Visalandhra Publishing House.
A Google search of Anna Karenina plot goes as under:


The narrative centres on the adulterous affair between Anna, wife of Aleksey Karenin, and Count Vronsky, a young bachelor. Karenin's discovery of the liaison arouses only his concern for his own public image. Anna promises discretion for the sake of her husband and young son but eventually becomes pregnant by Vronsky
Having recollected that, I place on record that this story is entirely a similar master piece like that of Anna Karenina and customozation and further development of plot is excellent. A touch of persons with literature background is clearly visible. Like our fellow readers expressed many times, the clarity of thought and selection of  words used for expression are awesome.

Keep rocking CLEARLOVER

[Saradagaa]

Hello, Readers,

Next update is sometime next week. Now my focus, instead of giving updates, is to reach a milestone so that the story does not unnecessarily drag. I also think that the way I am adding elements in the coming chapters, the current indexation won't be enough, so I will stretch the current index into parts, though I am not sure. Till then, keep reading and provide valuable feedback.

Thanks,
Clearlover

What an emotional rollercoaster it has been, the discussion of readers regarding characterization is an indication that readers want various new revelations, scenarios, twists and turns. These twists and turns would otherwise look cenematic, but for your clear thought and excellent manifestation, readers are sticked to the story like anything. 

We would rather like to wait as you promised reaching a milestone. A curious cat asks where it could lead, by the way, to keep us hooked.

Why don't you release teasers, as many movie prodecers do

[Harry Jordan]

For quite some time I was thinking where did I first read similar storyline. It took quite a time for me to recollect , as my reading of classical  literature was so lowbnow a days and I became otherwise  fully engaged in professional responsibility, I had to sit and rethink, then it struck me that ANNA KARENINA OF  Leo Tolstoy is of similar plotline. I read it long back in 1992 a translated version sold by Visalandhra Publishing House.
A Google search of Anna Karenina plot goes as under:


The narrative centres on the adulterous affair between Anna, wife of Aleksey Karenin, and Count Vronsky, a young bachelor. Karenin's discovery of the liaison arouses only his concern for his own public image. Anna promises discretion for the sake of her husband and young son but eventually becomes pregnant by Vronsky
Having recollected that, I place on record that this story is entirely a similar master piece like that of Anna Karenina and customozation and further development of plot is excellent. A touch of persons with literature background is clearly visible. Like our fellow readers expressed many times, the clarity of thought and selection of  words used for expression are awesome.

Keep rocking CLEARLOVER

Man I've not exactly read the book of Anna Karenina but I have seen multiple movie adaptations. And I agree , the story takes inspirations from that novel exploring Human Emotions. Though imagine the ending of this story to parallel Anna Karenina. With Esha and Aniket eventually dying and Kunal ends up raising both Aditya and the child of their affair as his own. There is a lot of parallel between Kunal and Karenin , Anna's husband.

[Krishna@123]

Update please

[fuckandforget]

Hope the next update ends the kunal and esha relationship permantently with no further dragging.

[Gopal Ratnam]

When is the next update coming?

[Harry Jordan]

Esha's pregnancy is facing a big risk right now at this moment considering the amount of stress she is going through. Everyone knows pregnancy is the stage of life in a woman's life where her mental and physical self needs to cared with atmost importance. And in Esha's case that is already a big gamble. Considering the nature of her life and divorce she won't be probably getting any help from her parents and there is a good chance their future story will be part of a tragedy arc for Esha considering her father is portrayed to be a heart patient and there is good chance this news will send him to heaven for good. The only source of comfort Esha is going to get is from Priya and Aniket and probably Aniket's parents. But we have no idea who and what Aniket's parent's mindset and opinion will be regarding their son's affair and the pregnancy. Then that completely narrows it down to Priya who we have no idea whether it is worse or good for Esha. Because Priya is indeed seeking revenge and at the same time be Esha's 'Guardian Angel'. In many ways the amount of stress Esha will have to endure in this pregnancy period of the rest of the months and add the responsibility of fullfilling Aniket's fantasy of "drinking her breat milk"  , I mean taking care of her pregnancy while also being loyal and appreciative to her love Aniket to the point to leeting Aniket fuck her mouth for his pleasure , I mean ,  it definitely looks like the odds are against her.

Though I believe another factor that will play into the story is the change of mindset in Kunal. Because we all know , Kunal is right now angry at Esha for her betrayal and heartbreak. But when he finds out the truth that Esha was manipulated into this relationship. Obviously his revenge will switch from Esha to Priya because Priya is the one who actually ruined his life and broke his marriage. In my honest opinion , there should be shift in dynamic in Kunal's behavior after he learns the truth. Considering how the story is leading to Kunal about to find out the game played by Priya , I would say when he finds out the truth , he should not reveal or expose it to anyone. On the contrary , Kunal should make Priya taste her own medicine and play her game on her.

In short , Kunal would eventually become "The Facilitator". But instead of controlling Esha or Aniket's life , he will be controlling Priya's life by first earning her trust and start to act like a victim make her feel like he is suffering and worthless for her games anymore and eventually earn her goodwill. Priya upon feeling her remorse would start a friendship with Kunal trying to cheer his life up but Kunal has his ulterior motive of earning Priya's attention and becoming a close confidante. Then his mind game will begin with Priya and tell her how Aniket is better than him in every sense of the way and its no surprise Esha fell for him since he was everything she seeked. In a way Priya helped her get a new and wonderful life. This will trigger Priya's mindset and make her believe Kunal's words that Esha is indeed living a happy life with Aniket and that is not what she wanted to get her revenge on her. Thus , Priya will eventually fall in Kunal's words and go full on revenge mode on Esha and try to seduce Aniket and maybe start an affair with him. Aniket would eventually give in considering Esha is in a pregnant state and after few months she cannot do sexual favors to him so Aniket will end up having an affair with which can lead to some serious consequences in their lives. What happens next can be quiet intriguing and whatever it is , Kunal will just sit back and enjoy all their lives fall apart while he will happily raise his son getting his ultimate revenge.

[Gopal Ratnam]

Esha's pregnancy is facing a big risk right now at this moment 

You are a day dreamer and absolute joker. Have some peace. 

[Harry Jordan]

You are a day dreamer and absolute joker. Have some peace. 

Come on man , we have six more parts to explore and the story needs to be explored further. Don't you think Kunal becoming the "Facilitator" and eventually getting the last laugh would be an interesting tale? After all the story is about human emotions so why not take a route like this than the usual "wimp husband keeps bitching and wife keeps fucking her bull" scenario. Though I don't see Kunal as a wimp in this story , in my eyes he is the hero in this and he will eventually be the Victor. But rather than take the predictable route , why not have him be moulded by his rage and play this game and give the justifying ending to Priya's crimes and send her to the deserving punishment she will get.

[Speedy21]

Update!?

[clearlover]

Part U
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Doubt gnawed at Kunal as he drove, each mile a struggle against the image seared into his mind: the digitally altered wedding photo. He and Esha, together, yet wrong. It felt real, visceral, a phantom limb of a memory he couldn't quite grasp. Was it a trick? A cruel fabrication designed to torment him? The thought twisted in his gut, a cold knot of dread. He needed the truth.
He glanced at the highway signs, Pune a distant promise. A sudden, sharp decision. He couldn't wait. He turned the car, tires humming a different tune now, a song of urgency. Mumbai. He was going back to Mumbai, back to their old apartment. He had to see, to confirm, to exorcise the doubt. He had to know if the photo was a lie, or a distorted reflection of a truth.
His fingers tightened on the steering wheel. The photo… who was behind it? Priya? Esha? The questions swirled in his mind, suspicion a bitter taste on his tongue. He trusted neither.
The Mumbai skyline appeared, familiar yet unsettling. The building loomed ahead, a silent observer guarding secrets. It was the same, yet it felt alien, contaminated by the insidious doubt. What would he find there? Memories, once a source of comfort, now felt like traps, ready to spring on him with a painful truth. Was she playing him? Was Esha? The uncertainty was a torment. He had to know, even if it meant facing a reality he didn't want.
Kunal walked towards the door, each step into the gathering shadows. He craved reality, a solid truth in the quicksand of his doubts. At the door, his heart offered a cruel illusion: Esha, radiant, smiling, her arms a silent welcome. Aditya, running to him, his face a sunburst of joy. Home, a phantom echo resonated. For a heartbeat, Kunal was home. The pain, the questions, all ceased. Please, his heart whispered, let this be real.
Then, the vision shattered, like ice on a winter lake. No, he breathed, a shard of pain. He gasped. His family, so vibrant moments ago, now a haunting specter. His hand, unsteady, found the key. Each click was a hammer blow against the fragile walls of hope. Emptiness waited.
Stepping inside, the apartment felt hollow, a shell. The air itself felt thin, devoid of the life that had pulsed through it. Esha's apron, still tied loosely, hung dbangd over the back of a dining chair. It was her habit, a small quirk he used to find both endearing and mildly irritating. Now, it was a stark, almost accusatory presence, a reminder of how recently life had filled this space, and how abruptly it had been extinguished.
Kunal ran his hand along the wall, his fingers tracing Aditya's height marks. Each small groove was a pang, a reminder of the milestones shared, the future envisioned. He moved to the dining table, its smooth surface reflecting the emptiness. It was here they had laughed, argued, shared meals, built a life. Now, only silence remained.
In the bedroom, his wardrobe stood untouched. But it was Esha's side that beckoned, a magnetic pull, a haunting whisper of her presence, almost a reprimand. The wardrobe, however, offered only a hollow echo; most of her clothes were gone.
Searching for the album in her drawer, he found only a chaotic collection of pill bottles, a pharmacy of different brands and shapes, a reminder of something he didn't understand, didn't want to. Scattered papers mingled with the bottles, adding to the disarray. Kunal's gaze darted past them, unseeing, his mind focused: the album. He rummaged, his fingers brushing the cold plastic, but the album remained elusive.
He turned to the old almirah, the silent guardian of their history. His hand trembled as he reached for the knob, the click a sharp intrusion. The almirah creaked open. There, at the bottom, beneath forgotten belongings and faded photographs, was the album. Neatly kept, almost reverently so, yet heavy with memories.
As he lifted it, his hands shook, not just with anticipation, but with dread. He opened it slowly, each page a step back, to when love wasn't a ghost, but a vibrant force. The faces within smiled back, a heartbreaking contrast. Each photograph was a fresh wound, a tear in his present, threatening to either stitch the past together or shred it completely.
Kunal’s eyes devoured the pages, each image a time capsule. And then he saw it—the wedding photograph. The real wedding photograph. Here, was the truth. He and Esha were close, his arms wrapped around her, their bodies touching, their smiles genuine. The image radiated warmth, connection. But the memory of the image at Priya's was a chilling counterpoint; there, they stood inches apart, stiff and awkward, isolated in a white void.
The realization landed like a physical blow. It wasn't a mistake. It wasn't a trick. The photograph had been deliberately altered. Someone had gone to great lengths. But why? The question echoed in the silence, a chilling whisper.
Esha and Priya—the names echoed, a discordant chord. Priya, Esha's confidante, the keeper of secrets, the dispenser of advice, always present… even when her actions skirted morality. Kunal thought he knew Priya, understood her, filtered through Esha's lens. But the day's revelations had shattered that image.
The altered photograph was damning, yet not conclusive. It was a piece of the puzzle. His mind raced, his heart a leaden weight. He needed more. He needed proof, a clear path through the labyrinth. He needed to understand the women who had orchestrated the unraveling.
Kunal closed the album. His resolve hardened. He would be methodical. If there were secrets buried, he would exhume them. This was personal, visceral. This was about reclaiming his past, disentangling the threads. He knew he had to proceed with caution, each step measured, each fragment gathered. Only then could he hope to piece together the complete picture.
Kunal's throat was raw. He stumbled towards the kitchen. There, on the counter, was the note. Esha's handwriting, so familiar, so achingly present, formed the simple, devastating words, "I'm sorry." The apology, sincere yet insufficient, pierced him.
He picked it up, his fingers tracing her script. A tear escaped, blurring the words. Grief collided with anger. He crumpled the note. Turning away, he fumbled with the water dispenser.
As he drank, his thoughts drifted to the future, bleak and uncertain. The idea of selling the apartment flickered briefly. But practicality extinguished it. He would return this week, to rebuild a life with Aditya, without Esha. The court had forced his hand.
But moving on wasn't just acceptance; it was understanding. The truth remained elusive, and Priya, with her behavior, held the key. He needed to get closer, to observe, to extract information.
A steely resolve settled over Kunal. He would find a way. He would have to navigate this proximity with caution, employing whatever means necessary. The path to the truth would be fraught with manipulation, perhaps more pain. But it was a path he had to take—for closure, for Aditya, for himself.
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Kunal returned to his apartment on Saturday, the notification from Priya still fresh: Esha had acquiesced to all his terms for co-parenting. No objections, no arguments. Her only desire was to have Aditya in her life, a shared parenting arrangement—the fragile bridge between their fractured past and an uncertain future. The plan was simple: Kunal would drop Aditya off at Priya's flat Sunday morning, where Esha could spend the day with him—a reunion that felt like an eternity in the making. The detailed plan, outlining visitation and responsibilities, had been formally presented to their lawyers, ready for submission and the judge's approval on Monday.
Kunal's mother had accompanied them from Pune, a silent, comforting presence amidst the upheaval. She would stay until a suitable caregiver could be found for Aditya, ensuring his well-being during this transition. When Aditya stepped back into the familiar embrace of his home, his face lit up with a joy that was palpable, his eyes bright with the anticipation of seeing his mother again. He clung to his toys, his known world, a silent echo of the life he was used to.
Kunal watched him, understanding that Aditya was too young to fully grasp the complexities of his parents' separation. Yet, a sense of relief washed over him. He wouldn't have to explain why Esha wouldn't be coming back in the same way she always had. The court-ordered shared custody, while not Kunal's ideal scenario, offered a solution, a way for Aditya to maintain a relationship with his mother without the finality of complete separation.
Kunal's only wish was to avoid direct contact with Esha. Each encounter felt like reopening a wound, the pain still too raw, too fresh. Ironically, his return to the apartment, the search for the photo album, had been a blessing in disguise. It had forced him to confront the lingering echoes of Esha's presence, a necessary preparation for the reality he now faced.
This burgeoning resolve, this need to uncover the truth behind the manipulations and secrets that had shattered his life, gave Kunal a new focus, a way to channel his pain into action. He would face this new part head-on, not just for his own healing, but for Aditya's future, a future where love from both parents could still exist, even if those worlds were now irrevocably divided.
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Esha paced the confines of Priya's apartment, a caged animal consumed by a nervous energy. Every tick of the clock was a hammer blow against her fragile composure, each second stretching into an unbearable eternity. She knew Kunal had left Aditya in the parking lot, unable to bring himself up, too aware of her presence, too steeped in the unspoken tension between them.
Priya had gone down to retrieve him, adding another layer of anticipation, another agonizing delay, to this already emotionally charged moment. Esha's fingers twisted the hem of her kurta into knots, her eyes darting towards the door with every creak, every muffled sound from the hallway.
Then, the bell rang. A sharp, insistent chime that sliced through the thick, suffocating air of anticipation. Esha's breath hitched in her throat, her heart hammering against her ribs as she heard footsteps approaching, Priya's voice a muffled murmur through the closed door, followed by a sound that made all the tension, all the anxiety, momentarily vanish: Aditya's laughter, light and carefree, a melody that filled the apartment with a sudden, aching joy.
The door opened, and there he was. Aditya, his eyes covered by a playful blindfold, his small hands outstretched, feeling his way forward. Priya guided him gently, her voice a soft, reassuring melody, "We've got a special surprise for you, Adi."
Aditya giggled, his excitement bubbling over, "Is it a new toy, Priya Aunty?"
Esha watched, her heart a raw, aching wound of love, her eyes brimming with unshed tears. She stepped closer, her presence a secret, a shared understanding between her and Priya.
"No, it's something much better," Priya whispered, her gaze meeting Esha's for a fleeting moment.
As Priya gently steered Aditya further into the room, Esha knelt down, her knees almost giving way beneath her. "Ready for your surprise, my love?" she asked, her voice trembling, thick with unshed emotion.
Aditya nodded eagerly, his small hands reaching out blindly, searching. Esha took them in hers, the warmth of his touch a jolt, a current of pure, unfiltered love surging through her.
With a gentle tug, Priya removed the blindfold, revealing Esha's face, her eyes shining with the shimmer of unshed tears. The room held its breath, suspended in a moment of fragile anticipation, waiting for Aditya's reaction.
His small face, a canvas of innocence, shifted from disbelief to a tearful confusion, his eyes widening with a mixture of joy and uncertainty. Then, his lips quivered, a single tear escaping and tracing a path down his cheek as recognition dawned. But the uncertainty vanished in an instant, replaced by a radiant, ecstatic smile. "Mumma!"
He launched himself into her arms, the force of his small body knocking Esha back slightly. But she held him tight, her laughter mingling with his, a symphony of pure, unadulterated joy. "Adi, my baby!" she cried, her voice thick with relief and overflowing love.
Aditya clung to her, his tiny body trembling with happiness, his small hands clutching her as if afraid she might disappear again. He didn't need to voice his fears, his longing; his embrace, fierce and unwavering, spoke volumes of his love, the ache of their separation.
They stayed like that for a long moment, Esha whispering words of love and comfort, her heart overflowing with a joy so profound it ached. With each giggle that bubbled up from Aditya, each small hand clutching her tighter, the initial shock of their reunion softened, melting away into the simple, pure pleasure of being together. The day stretched before them, a blank canvas ready to be filled with the colors of their reconnection.
Esha, remembering Aditya's love for all things sweet, had baked his favorite chocolate cake, a decadent treat she knew would bring a smile to his face. She led him to the kitchen, where the cake stood proudly on the counter, a masterpiece of chocolate and colorful sprinkles. "Look what I made for us!" she exclaimed, her voice bright with excitement, trying to keep the tremor of emotion from creeping in.
Aditya's eyes widened, the lingering shadows of earlier tears vanishing at the sight of the cake. "For me?" he asked, his voice filled with childlike wonder, the question hanging in the air like a whispered prayer.
"Yes, just for you," Esha replied, her heart swelling with a fierce, protective love. She cut a generous slice, the knife gliding smoothly through the soft cake, and watched with undisguised delight as Aditya took his first bite. His face, so recently etched with sadness, now lit up with pure, unadulterated joy, a sight that warmed Esha to her core.
After their impromptu feast, Esha suggested they play together, pulling out a box overflowing with Aditya's favorite board games. They spent hours lost in the joyful chaos of a Ludo game, laughter echoing through the apartment. Esha, feigning incompetence, deliberately lost several times, reveling in the triumphant grin that spread across her son's face. Each roll of the dice, each move on the board, was a shared moment, a small step towards rebuilding their connection.
Later, they migrated to the living room, where Esha had thoughtfully set up a small art station. A fresh coloring book, filled with fantastical creatures and whimsical landscapes, lay open, surrounded by a rainbow of crayons. "Let's draw together," she proposed, her voice warm and inviting. Aditya, his earlier exuberance momentarily dimmed by a quiet contentment, instantly perked up, grabbing the brightest crayons with uninhibited enthusiasm, his small fingers moving across the page with a child's delightful abandon.
As they colored side-by-side, Esha wove tales of her own childhood, her voice animated, her stories filled with silly mishaps and innocent adventures. She painted vivid pictures of her past, making Aditya erupt in giggles. Each story was a bridge, a carefully constructed pathway across the chasm of time and distance, reconnecting them, thread by thread, filling the silence with the echoes of shared laughter and growing intimacy.
The day unfolded in a series of simple moments, ordinary activities that, through the lens of Aditya's innocent joy, transformed into extraordinary adventures. They constructed a magnificent fort out of cushions and blankets, their laughter echoing through the living room as they dbangd the makeshift roof. Cuddled together inside their cozy creation, Esha read his favorite book, her voice soft and soothing, transporting him to faraway lands. They even danced to silly songs, Esha twirling Aditya around until they were both dizzy with laughter, their movements a blur of joy and pure, unadulterated love.
Each moment was a precious gem, a treasure Esha carefully stored in the deepest recesses of her heart. Every smile, every giggle, every shared glance, was etched into her memory, an embodiment of hope in the darkness. She knew this day was a gift, a precious opportunity, a chance to reaffirm her love, to reassure Aditya, without words, that even though their lives had been irrevocably altered, her love for him remained constant, unwavering, a safe harbor in the midst of the storm.
Esha felt a profound sense of peace settle over her as she watched Aditya drift into a peaceful afternoon nap beneath the dbangd fabric of their makeshift fort. It was a return to normalcy, a familiar rhythm she had desperately craved, a routine that felt like home, like love itself. She sat beside him, her hand resting lightly on his small back, her fingers gently brushing through the soft strands of his hair. She cherished these quiet moments, the gentle rise and fall of his chest, the soft, even rhythm of his breathing.
As evening approached, a new adventure beckoned. Esha and Priya decided to take Aditya out for dinner. They chose a small, cozy restaurant, the kind of place that wraps you in a warm embrace the moment you step inside. Aditya's eyes sparkled with excitement as he took in the vibrant, whimsical decor, his anticipation building with the promise of delicious food.
The restaurant buzzed with happy chatter, the comfortable hum of conversations creating a warm, inviting atmosphere. As they shared their meal, laughter filled the air, a welcome and much-needed contrast to the tension that had permeated so much of their recent lives. Esha watched Aditya, her heart overflowing with a love so fierce it brought tears to her eyes. She knew this day, this precious, fleeting day, would be etched into their memories, a harbingor of pure, unadulterated joy, a reminder of the enduring bond they shared.
But the evening, as all good things must, was drawing to a close. Through the restaurant's glass wall, Kunal's silhouette appeared, a silent, looming presence waiting outside. Aditya, sensing the inevitable end of their time together, began to protest, his small voice rising with a tremor of distress.
"No, Mumma, I don't want to go!" he exclaimed, his small hands clutching Esha's arm, his eyes welling up with tears.
Esha knelt beside him, her heart breaking at the sight of his distress. She pulled him close, her voice soothing yet firm. "Adi, I'm here, and I'll see you again very, very soon. I promise," she whispered, her own eyes stinging with unshed tears.
"But why can't you come with me?" Aditya's voice was small, his confusion and longing palpable, a question that pierced Esha's heart like a knife.
Esha exchanged a quick, silent glance with Priya, a shared understanding passing between them. Turning back to Aditya, she said, "Priya Aunty isn't feeling well, and she needs her friend to stay with her. Just like you have Papa's company, she needs mine."
Aditya looked from Esha to Priya, his young mind struggling to comprehend the situation, to reconcile the joy of the day with the sudden, looming departure. His lower lip trembled, a silent battle between disappointment and acceptance playing out on his face. But Esha's gentle assurances, her soft words of love and promise, began to soothe his troubled heart.
"We'll have another day just like this, just you and me, very, very soon," Esha promised, her smile a emblem of hope in the gathering dusk. "We'll play all your favorite games, and I'll make that special pasta you love so much."
With visible reluctance, Aditya nodded, his tears slowly subsiding, replaced by a flicker of anticipation for the future. Priya, sensing the shift in his mood, gently took his hand, her touch reassuring, and led him towards the door, where Kunal waited, a silent figure in the shadows. Esha watched from inside the restaurant, her hand pressed against the cool glass, her gaze locked on Aditya's small figure as he walked away, each step a small pang in her heart.
"Remember, Mumma loves you, and we'll be together again before you know it," Esha murmured to herself, her words a silent promise carried on the night air, a whispered prayer for the future.
Aditya, before disappearing through the door, turned and gave one final, small wave through the glass, his eyes searching for Esha one last time. Then, he was gone, swallowed by the night, leaving Esha with the familiar ache of separation, but also the lingering warmth of their day together, the promise of more moments like these to come. She knew these shared moments, these carefully orchestrated reunions, would be the fragile, yet vital, bridge across the chasm that had opened in their lives, unbreakable bond between a mother and her child.
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Inside the car, Aditya's voice was a cheerful torrent, each question a reminder of the day he'd just spent with his mother. "What happened to Priya Aunty?" he asked, his brow furrowed with concern. "When will she be better?"
Kunal, his gaze fixed on the road ahead, his mind awhirl with unanswered questions and suspicions, answered with a distracted, "She'll be fine, Adi. Don't worry."
"And when will I see Mumma again?" Aditya persisted, his voice tinged with a hopeful longing that tugged at Kunal's heart.
Kunal's response was a noncommittal hum, his thoughts miles away. "We'll see her again soon," he murmured, unwilling to delve into specifics that would only confuse and upset his son.
Aditya, undeterred by the brief responses, continued his excited recounting of the day. "Mumma made a chocolate cake! And we played Ludo, Papa. I won!" he exclaimed, his small voice filled with pride.
"That's great, Adi," Kunal replied, his voice softening slightly at the mention of Esha's efforts to bring joy to their son. But his focus remained on the drive, the road ahead a symbol of the uncertain path he now had to navigate alone. His responses were automatic, his mind wrestling with the tangled web of his current life.
Aditya's chatter continued, a vibrant counterpoint to the heavy thoughts weighing on Kunal's mind. "Can we play Ludo at home, Papa? I defeated Mumma every time today," he boasted, his small chest puffed out with pride.
"Sure, we can play," Kunal answered, his tone more engaged as he considered how to keep Aditya's spirits high amidst the upheaval. But his mind was already scheming, turning towards the daunting task ahead—uncovering the truth, understanding the seismic shifts in his life caused by those he had once implicitly trusted.
The car ride became a quiet journey through the city's glittering evening lights, each one a tiny pulse of life moving forward, oblivious to Kunal's personal turmoil. He clung to the adage, "Anything that doesn't kill you makes you stronger," It was more than just a saying now; it was his mantra, a lifeline in the turbulent waters of his emotions. The wounds were still fresh, stinging with every memory, every unanswered question, but the resolve to heal, to find solace in the truth, was his guiding light.
He thought of Priya, her calculated manipulations, her carefully guarded secrets. He replayed the discovery of the altered photograph, the discrepancies between the image and his memory, the nagging feeling that there was more to uncover, a deeper layer of deception waiting to be unearthed. Kunal's mind was a battlefield, strategies forming and dissolving as he planned his next steps. He needed to be close to Priya, to observe her every move, to gather evidence without arousing her suspicion.
Aditya, thankfully oblivious to the storm raging in his father's mind, continued his cheerful chatter, his innocent recounting of the day filling the car with a lightness that Kunal desperately needed.
As the car rolled to a stop in the driveway, the weight of his purpose settled upon Kunal like a heavy cloak. He would be a shield for Aditya, ensuring his son's world remained as untarnished as possible, even as he, Kunal, waded into the murky waters of betrayal and deceit. He would use this upheaval, this earthquake that had shattered his life, as a foundation for something new, something stronger, something better. But for now, in this moment, he would simply be a father, focused on the joy of playing Ludo with his son, holding onto these small pockets of normalcy as his anchor in the storm.
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The next day, in the solemn atmosphere of the courtroom, the co-parenting proposal was presented. The judge, with a measured gaze, reviewed the documents, her fingers tracing the lines of legal text. She nodded in agreement with the terms, acknowledging the effort both parties had put into ensuring Aditya's well-being.

However, as Kunal listened, his heart sank when the judge announced, "I find no basis to impose restrictions on Mrs. Esha's interactions with Aditya. She has demonstrated maturity and understanding in her approach to parenting. She is capable of deciding what is beneficial for her child."

Kunal felt the sting of this decision, a reminder that he couldn't control every aspect of this new reality. His jaw clenched, his mind racing with the implications. He had hoped for some form of safeguard, a protective barrier around his son and the remnants of their family life.

With the co-parenting verdict settled, Justice Dhingra turned her gaze towards the matter of the divorce, her voice steady and authoritative. "Given the agreements reached today, we shall now proceed with the motion for the divorce proceedings," she declared, her eyes scanning both Kunal and Esha, now represented by their respective legal counsels, Mr. Gupta for Esha and Ms. Roy for Kunal.

Kunal felt a heaviness settle in his chest, the finality of this moment marking the end of a what felt like an era, he had never imagined would close. Beside him, Ms. Roy nodded, her expression one of professional resolve.

Justice Dhingra continued, "The court will reconvene for the divorce hearing in three months' time. During this period, I expect both parties to act in good faith, ensuring the transition for Aditya is as smooth as possible."

Mr. Gupta, on Esha's side, made a note, his face a mask of calm, while Esha's eyes betrayed a mixture of relief and sorrow. She had hoped for reconciliation, but now, the path to separation was clearly laid out before them.

As the court session concluded, Priya, ever the mediator, approached him with a comforting hand on his shoulder. "Kunal," she said, her voice a blend of reassurance and strategy, "Esha values your relationship with Aditya. She won't do anything to hurt either of you. She cares, despite everything."

Kunal looked at her, his eyes filled with skepticism but also a begrudging acknowledgment of the truth in her words. He has finally accepted the fact that Esha loved Aditya with an intensity that matched his own; it was the one constant in this sea of change.

"Remember," Priya continued, her tone softening, "this is about Aditya's best interest. Esha understands that. She won't risk losing him by doing anything that could harm him or your relationship with him."

Kunal nodded, the tension in his body easing slightly. He knew he had to trust this process, trust in Esha's love for their son, even if he struggled to trust her in any other capacity. He also knew that his mission to uncover the truth about Priya's involvement in his life's upheaval was far from over. This court decision was just another step in the long journey of rebuilding, of finding a new normal where he could protect Aditya while seeking his own version of justice.
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Kunal meticulously mapped out his next moves. He felt Priya's influence on his life's recent turmoil extended beyond what he'd first imagined, and he needed to watch her closely.
The week began with Kunal and his mother searching for a suitable caregiver for Aditya. Maintaining Aditya's routine was paramount amidst the surrounding upheaval. They interviewed several women, some Kunal recognized from his time living nearby, others highly recommended by friends. They carefully assessed each candidate's patience, experience, and genuine fondness for children, finally choosing a maid known for her nurturing qualities.
Aditya's care secured, Kunal turned his attention to his son's sch00ling. He visited Aditya's sch00l, where his absence had been prolonged, determined to minimize any further disruption to his studies. He completed the necessary paperwork with the principal, carefully explaining the situation to ensure Aditya's readmission. The principal, sympathetic to the family's circumstances, welcomed Aditya back and assured Kunal they would monitor his academic progress.
Navigating the social dynamics of his apartment complex concerning his separation from Esha proved most challenging. He knew the truth was bound to surface, but instead of a formal announcement, he opted for subtle indications. When neighbors inquired about Esha or their family, Kunal responded cautiously,
"Good to see you, Kunal. How's Esha?" they'd inquire, their curiosity masked but unmistakable.
"We're going through some adjustments," Kunal would reply, his tone even, letting the information gradually sink in.
There was no sense in avoiding the reality; Kunal chose to confront it directly. By carefully managing the flow of information, he aimed to control the narrative, shielding Aditya from becoming a subject of gossip or unwanted scrutiny. Each interaction was a step toward acceptance, toward establishing a new equilibrium, while he constantly strategized how to uncover the full extent of Priya's involvement in his personal upheaval.
Kunal meticulously planned how to keep a close watch on Priya's activities. His job offered flexible hours, which he now viewed as an advantage. He spoke with his manager, explaining his separation from Esha. His manager, who had already perceived some strain when Kunal had considered relocating to Pune, listened sympathetically.
"I need to adjust my schedule," Kunal stated, his voice calm but with a hint of urgency. "I'd like to shift my work hours to align with the US East Coast time zone."
His manager considered this, understanding the weight of Kunal's personal situation. "That would mean you'd be working quite late here," he observed, quickly calculating the time difference.
"Yes, precisely. My workday would finish around 2:30 AM Indian time. This would free up my daylight hours to be with Aditya and to... attend to some personal matters," Kunal explained, his purpose clear but his phrasing careful.
Recognizing the urgency, his manager consented. "I'll adjust your schedule. We value your contributions, Kunal. Attend to what you need to."
This new schedule gave Kunal his entire day. This meant he could be present for Aditya, providing his son with the stability and affection he needed, while also having sufficient time to rest and take care of himself. Critically, it allowed him to track Priya’s movements without arousing suspicion.
Kunal meticulously structured his days. Mornings were dedicated to Aditya, ensuring his son’s routine remained consistent. Once Aditya was at sch00l or with the maid, Kunal began his observation of Priya, maintaining a discreet distance. He studied her routines, her appointments, her interactions, all while trying to determine the extent of her involvement in his life's upheaval.
Each evening, after his son was settled, Kunal began his work, approaching his professional duties with the same resolve he applied to his personal investigation. The late hours were solitary, but they provided him time to strategize, to process information, and to prepare for the confrontation or revelations that might result from his increased vigilance over Priya.
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Kunal’s new routine became his secret operation. Each morning, laptop in tow, he positioned himself near Priya's bank—the same one where Esha had worked. He’d found a small, upscale coffee shop nearby, its atmosphere ideal for someone needing a quiet place to work—or to observe.
He befriended the coffee shop manager, fabricating a story about needing a peaceful workspace. A daily payment of 500 rupees secured him a spot where he could blend in as just another remote worker. The shop’s first floor offered a perfect vantage point; he had a clear view of the bank’s entrance.
Throughout the day, Kunal kept his head down, appearing absorbed in his laptop screen. He wore a cap, a scarf, and dark sunglasses whenever Priya appeared with her colleagues. This disguise provided the anonymity he required.
His focus, however, was never truly on work. He was fixated on Priya’s movements. He noted her arrival times, her demeanor, her interactions. When she left the bank for lunch or at the end of the day, he’d wait a short while, then follow at a discreet distance.
For this purpose, Kunal had purchased a scooter, a quick and inconspicuous vehicle that allowed him to follow Priya without attracting attention. He’d start the engine silently, maintaining enough distance to avoid being noticed but close enough to observe her actions, her stops, her meetings. Each day was a piece of the puzzle, another clue to understanding the extent of Priya’s involvement in his life’s disruption.
The days settled into a routine of observation, each one adding to his understanding of Priya’s schedule. He watched for anything unusual, any meetings that seemed out of the ordinary, any indication that she might be planning something beyond her daily work.
Kunal understood this was a delicate game of secrecy and observation. He was in it for the long haul, where patience was essential and each piece of information could be the key to unlocking the truth. His heart was heavy with the undertaking, but his determination was unwavering; he wouldn't stop until he understood the full scope of the betrayal and manipulation surrounding him. And all the while, he had to maintain the appearance of normalcy for Aditya, ensuring his son's life remained untouched by this covert operation.
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Kunal’s surveillance began to reveal a clearer picture of Priya’s life outside the bank. After work, she frequently went to a modest office Kunal identified as "Sakhi Shakti," an organization focused on women's rights and empowerment. The signage was understated, reflecting the NGO’s grassroots nature. Intrigued, he observed Priya spending about an hour there daily, her involvement appearing genuine.
However, it was Priya’s personal life that truly captured Kunal’s attention. On some evenings, after bank hours, he saw her with different men. Not a constant stream of dates, but two distinct individuals whose company she seemed to enjoy regularly. He recalled Esha mentioning Priya’s unconventional views on relationships, her strong stance against marriage, and her tendency to change partners frequently. Even so, witnessing it firsthand piqued his curiosity.
One evening, under the dim streetlights, Kunal watched from his scooter as Priya left the bank, laughing freely as she joined a man with a scholarly look, his glasses gleaming near her apartment. They shared a moment of lighthearted conversation before entering her apartment building together.
Kunal waited, his mind filled with questions. An hour passed, then two. The man eventually emerged, looking satisfied, adjusting his jacket as he walked away. Kunal noted the time, the length of the visit, but it didn't reveal anything conclusive.
A few days later, another man appeared, this one with an artistic air, his hair slightly tousled, his clothes casual yet stylish. Their interaction was different, more playful, but the routine was the same—into the apartment, out several hours later.
Between following Priya, Kunal diligently maintained his professional obligations. Even while on the go, he would find a quiet spot, perhaps in a parking lot or a nearby park, to log into his work system using his laptop. He’d work for a few hours, his attention partly on his tasks but always aware of the time, making sure he didn't miss any important movements from Priya. After his observation sessions, he would hurry home to continue his work.
Kunal maintained this routine for days, observing these two men primarily, occasionally noticing others, but always returning to these two. There was no solid proof of any wrongdoing or connection to his personal situation, yet the shifting companions suggested a lifestyle Priya lived openly, one of non-exclusive relationships.
Sitting in the coffee shop, his laptop open but his gaze occasionally drifting toward the bank, Kunal considered the implications. Was this simply Priya’s way of living authentically, or was there something more that could unravel everything? Could one of these men be involved in her potential crimes, or were they merely part of her personal story?
His surveillance wasn't about catching Priya in the act, but rather about understanding her, figuring out how her personal life might intersect with her actions toward him and Esha. Each encounter with her changing partners was another variable in the complicated equation of her motives. Kunal knew he had to continue watching, learning, until he could connect all these threads to the larger picture of his life's unraveling.
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The Mumbai sky had turned grey, threatening rain. Kunal stood on his balcony, feeling the humid air, as the first drops began to fall.
Aditya was due back from spending the day with Esha. Kunal waited for Priya’s message to coordinate the pick-up. His phone buzzed:
Priya: Kunal, Esha says it’s raining in Mumbai. She wants Aditya to stay with her tonight. It’s too risky for him to travel.
Kunal hesitated, always uneasy about Aditya being away longer than planned, but the rain was now coming down heavily. He texted back:
Kunal: Is Aditya alright?
Priya: He’s fine, just disappointed the rain might change their plans. He’s safe at my place with Esha. I’m in Nashik for work.
Kunal’s grip on his phone tightened, the thought of Aditya out in the storm making him anxious. He replied:
Kunal: Okay, he can stay. But I want him back early tomorrow.
Priya: Esha will bring him to the mall near your old apartment at 10 AM. It’ll be less crowded then.
Looking at the downpour, Kunal knew he had little choice. He texted back:
Kunal: Fine. Keep him warm and safe. Tell him I’ll see him soon.
Priya: I’ll let Esha know. He’ll be fine with her.
Kunal felt the compromise settle within him, his son's safety outweighing his reservations. He woke early, preparing to pick up Aditya. He muttered to himself about Priya’s absence, wishing she were there to ease the exchange with Esha. But there was no avoiding this meeting; he had to bring his son home.
He drove to the mall, his steps heavy with the weight of their changed circumstances. The elevator was crowded, pushing Kunal into a corner as he watched the floor numbers ascend, anticipating the top floor where Aditya was waiting at the play area, a specific request relayed through Priya.
Just before the doors closed, a security guard pressed the stop button, causing a brief pause. Kunal glanced up and saw Esha and Aditya, deep in animated conversation, entering the elevator at the opposite end near the doors. He remained quiet, not wanting to alert Esha; the pain of their separation was still raw.
As the elevator jerked at each stop, Esha’s phone buzzed. She answered, her voice filled with an excitement Kunal recognized instantly. He listened, his heart twisting with a mix of betrayal and jealousy.
“I felt it, Aniket, the baby kicked!” Esha whispered, her voice quick with joy. “The first sign, it’s amazing, right?”
Kunal’s jaw tightened, the mention of Aniket and the baby a fresh wound. He tried to remain unseen, but Esha was too engrossed in her conversation to notice him.
“I have to be quick. I’ll drop Aditya with Kunal, then see you at the clinic,” she continued, her words tumbling out. “We’ll see the baby’s development on the ultrasound, I can’t wait!”
Those words were like daggers, piercing Kunal’s resolve. Here he was, trapped in this metal box, witnessing a new life forming without him, a life he had once imagined with Esha. The jealousy was a sharp, burning pain, not just for what he’d lost, but for what was being created in his absence.
The elevator reached the top floor, and Kunal hesitated, allowing Esha and Aditya to exit first as the crowd dispersed. His mind was still reeling from Esha’s hushed phone call, the words repeating in his head like a relentless echo. He watched from afar as Aditya ran toward the play area, his small figure heading straight for the toy trains, merry-go-rounds, and the vibrant sea of colored balls.
Kunal lingered, his thoughts a jumble of jealousy and determination, before slowly moving toward a corner of the busy space. He stood there, distractedly scanning the area, his heart heavy yet watchful. To signal his presence without drawing attention, he called out, “Adi, come here when you’re ready!”
Aditya, in the middle of playing, glanced over with a grin. “Papa, wait a little!” His voice was bright, carefree, lost in the joy of the moment.
Esha, hearing Kunal’s call, realized he had arrived. She started to move toward the exit, her steps quick as if to avoid an encounter, but Aditya’s voice stopped her. “Mumma, wait! Don’t go yet!”
Aditya bounced around, hopping onto a toy train, his energy boundless. Esha hesitated, then followed him, her eyes darting with concern as he wobbled slightly. “Careful, Adi, you’ll fall!” she called, her voice gentle but firm, instinctively trailing after him to keep him safe.
Her path brought her closer to Kunal, who sensed her approach. He turned his head slightly, pretending not to notice, taking small, deliberate steps away as if indifferent. His hands shoved into his pockets, he kept his gaze averted, masking the turmoil inside him with an air of casual disinterest.
Esha stood close enough to Kunal to hear his breathing, her eyes fixed on Aditya as he darted through the play area. She turned to Kunal, her voice soft but firm, unaware that he had overheard her call with Aniket. “We should at least talk, Kunal.”
Kunal’s hands clenched into fists inside his pockets, his voice low but sharp, a forceful whisper meant only for her ears. “Talk? You think I want to have a conversation with you? Even your shadow makes me sick, Esha. I could vomit.”
Esha flinched, her brows furrowing. “That’s harsh, Kunal.”
“Harsh?” His tone was a controlled roar, barely audible above the noise of the play area. “Should I throw flowers at a cheater? A betrayer? A woman who carried another man’s baby while married to me?”
Esha’s eyes flashed with indignation, her voice steady despite his venom. “That’s condescending. The pregnancy was an accident.”
Kunal’s lips curled into a sardonic smile, his words dripping with sarcasm. “Oh, yes, an accident. Like you’re some innocent teenager who stumbled into this. Spare me.”
"I swear," Esha said, her voice rising slightly but still hushed, "the pills Priya gave me didn't work."
"Priya!" Kunal’s whisper was a hiss, his fists tightening further. "Priya, Priya, Priya! That woman’s like an eclipse over my life. Everything that’s gone wrong has her shadow on it."
He cut himself off, his patience gone. Turning towards Aditya, who was still engrossed in the toy train, Kunal called out, his tone firm but controlled, “Aditya, that’s enough. Let’s go home.”
Esha stepped forward, her voice pleading, “At least don’t be harsh with him, Kunal.”
Kunal wheeled around, his eyes blazing, but his voice stayed low, a fierce whisper. “I don’t need lessons from you on how to handle my son.”
Without another word, he strode towards Aditya, who was now clinging to the train, his face scrunching into a tantrum. “No, Papa, I want to stay!”
Kunal scooped him up gently but decisively, ignoring the protests. Aditya squirmed, but Kunal held him close, his steps quick as he moved towards the exit. Behind him, Esha stood frozen, her eyes glistening with unshed tears, the weight of their exchange settling heavily on her shoulders. She watched them go, a silent ache in her chest as the distance between them grew once more.
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Kunal returned home with Aditya, who was visibly upset, his small face a map of disappointment for not being able to finish his playtime at the mall. Kunal's steps, however, were urgent and distracted. His mind was elsewhere, caught in a whirl of thoughts about Priya's involvement. Why had the contraceptive pill failed? He needed answers, more than what he had.

He recalled the day he first returned to their apartment after moving to Pune with Aditya. He had seen some medicines in Esha's section of the wardrobe. Since then, he hadn't touched that part of their shared life, too overwhelmed by the betrayal and change. But now, there was a burning need to delve deeper.

Upon reaching home, he immediately went to the bedroom, his heart pounding with anticipation. But to his dismay, the wardrobe was now neatly organized, devoid of any clutter. Frustrated, he called out to his mother, who was in the living room.

"Ma, did you touch Esha's wardrobe?" he asked, trying to keep his tone casual.

His mother looked up from her knitting, her expression one of mild surprise. "I asked the maid to clean it out. Why?"

Kunal's face fell. "There were some papers in it."

She shook her head, her voice apologetic. "The maid didn't find any papers of great importance, but she did hand me some medicines."

A spark of hope ignited within Kunal. "Where are they now?"

His mother pointed towards the kitchen. "Check in the utility area. I put them there for now."

Kunal swiftly made his way to the kitchen's utility area, his eyes scanning the shelves until he found what he was looking for: an empty box and a strip of pills with only two or three tablets missing. He grabbed them, his fingers trembling slightly with the urgency of discovery.

Back in his room, he sat at his desk, pulling out his phone to search the internet. The empty box matched a known brand of contraceptive pills, but the unused ones from the strip were of a genuine brand; however, the full name was obscured by missing information. His heart raced with the implications of what this might mean.

He told his mother he'd be back shortly and left the house, his mind a maze of questions and suspicions. At the local pharmacy, he approached the shopkeeper with the unfinished strip of pills, his voice steady but his eyes betraying his urgency.

"Do you sell these?" he asked, showing the pills.

The shopkeeper examined it, nodding. "We have other medicines from this brand, but I'm not sure about this specific contraceptive pill."

Kunal then showed him the empty box. "What about this one?"

The shopkeeper's face lit up with recognition. "Oh, we have plenty of those. Do you need some?"

"No," Kunal replied, his tone flat, leaving the shopkeeper visibly disappointed.

Walking back to his apartment, Kunal's mind was in turmoil. The information was fragmented, confusing. The pills in the strip were from a brand known for contraceptives, yet something didn't add up. Was Priya involved in some kind of switch? What was he missing? His thoughts were a jumbled mess, his determination to uncover the truth about Priya now mixed with a sense of being lost in a puzzle with too many missing pieces.

He was hell-bent on solving this mystery, but each step forward seemed to lead to two more questions. How was he supposed to navigate this? What was the next move in unraveling Priya's role in this tangled web of deceit?
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Aditya had left his favorite toy from the US at Priya's during his last visit with Esha, and he was now incessantly asking Kunal to retrieve it. Kunal called Priya, who suggested he could come over anytime to pick it up or wait for Aditya's next visit. But Aditya was adamant, so Kunal found himself heading to Priya's apartment that evening.

Priya opened the door, her hair damp and her body wrapped in a white bathrobe, indicating she had just stepped out of the shower. "Come in," she invited, her voice casual. "I'll get the toy; you can sit."

Kunal took a seat, feeling somewhat out of place in this intimate setting. As they exchanged a few words, the door to the bathroom opened, and out walked the same man with an artistic vibe Kunal had observed during his surveillance, his hair still wet from a recent shower but dressed in his casual, bohemian attire. He looked younger than Priya, adding to Kunal's discomfort.

Catching the scene, Kunal muttered, "Looks like I've come at a wrong time."

Priya, unphased, chuckled, "Chill, Kunal. It's fine." She then turned to the young man, "Take the cash from the envelope on the dining table and disperse."

Kunal, trying to make sense of the situation, hesitantly asked, "Gigolo?"

Priya burst into laughter, "No, he's just an innocent, needy man."

The conversation took an unexpected turn as Kunal, still processing the scene, asked, "Why don't you ever get married?"

Priya, with a smirk, responded, "A man for me is just a tool needed in bed. Marriage, love? I neither trust it nor have any desire to fall into that trap." She paused for effect, then added with a playful tone, "I don't understand those women who are satisfied with the same man. Where's the excitement in that?"

Kunal found himself caught between amusement and shock at Priya's candidness. Her lifestyle was a world apart from the one he knew, where love and commitment were the foundations of life. Here, in Priya's world, those concepts seemed more like burdens to be shrugged off. He felt an odd mix of craziness and pity, for her freedom and her solitude.

Priya returned with the toy, handing it to Kunal with a mischievous grin. "Here you go. Tell Aditya he can thank me next time."

Kunal nodded, taking the toy, his mind still reeling from the encounter. He walked away, the toy in hand, but his thoughts lingered on the complexities of human relationships, on Priya's philosophy of life, and on his own journey through the maze of love and betrayal.
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Few days later,Kunal sat in the coffee shop near the bank, his surveillance routine feeling stale and unproductive. Priya's pattern was predictable, offering no new insights into her life. Boredom was setting in, his mind wandering until he remembered last time his eyes caught the "Hiring" sign outside Priya's NGO. An idea sparked; this could be his chance to gather more concrete information.

He hopped onto his scooter, heading towards the NGO office under the guise of a job seeker. He had chosen a time outside the specified interview hours, hoping for a more personal interaction without the formality of an interview.

At the office, an old security guard greeted him with a look of mild confusion. "You're here for the interview?" the guard asked, his voice carrying the weight of years.

"Yes, for the interview," Kunal replied, feigning ignorance of the time.

The guard checked his watch, shaking his head. "You've come outside the interview hours."

Kunal feigned concern, "Oh, will Priya mam scold me for this?"

The guard chuckled lightly, his voice kind. "No, no. Priya mam is very kind. She doesn't scold."

Seizing the opportunity to probe further, Kunal said with a hint of skepticism, "I've heard she can be quite rude."

The guard's brows furrowed, his tone defending, "Never seen that side of her in all my years here. But," he paused, his eyes narrowing with thought, "she's very particular about the responsibilities she delegates. If you break her trust, she'll go to any length to make sure you learn your lesson."

Kunal leaned in, his interest piqued. "Can you give me an example?"

The guard's face softened, as if recalling a story he'd told many times. "There was this young fellow, Rajesh, who worked here briefly. He was in charge of the donation records. One day, a meagre amount of money went missing from the donations. It turned out Rajesh was careless, left the cash open. Priya mam didn't just let it go. She made sure everyone knew about it, had him work extra hours to recheck every donation record from the past year, and even got the security officer involved to make a point. Rajesh was never the same after that; he left town, shaken by the experience. She said it was about teaching responsibility, but it felt more like revenge to those who saw it."

Kunal absorbed this, the narrative adding a darker shade to his understanding of Priya. The guard's words painted her not just as a driven advocate but as someone who could wield power with a punitive edge. This story was a piece of the puzzle, perhaps not directly related to his personal drama but certainly revealing of Priya's character and methods.

The guard then added in a tone of justification, "Priya mam may show this character because she was raised without a mother, you know. Sometimes, motherless children can become a little erratic."

Kunal stepped out of the NGO, a wry smile tugging at his lips despite the complexity of his situation. From Esha and now from this security guard, he'd heard that Priya had no mother, yet he vividly remembered seeing her with an old lady she called "Ma" at the hospital. He was caught in a web of contradictions—Priya's mother both existed and didn't exist. Then there were the contraceptive pills; one brand worked as expected, while another from a known brand mysteriously failed. The life around him was spiralling into a comedy of confusion.

"Is he thinking too much?" Kunal mused to himself, the irony of his predicament not lost on him. Could Priya be innocent in this whirlwind of manipulation? She might have some unconventional ideas about relationships, but perhaps her intentions weren't malicious. Maybe everything unfolding around him was just a series of unfortunate accidents.

After all, Esha and Priya had been good friends since Kunal knew them; it was hard to believe Priya would orchestrate something as sinister as what he was contemplating, especially without any known incident between them. He dismissed the idea of professional rivalry; as far as he knew, Priya had never shown much interest in her banking job, treating it more as a means to an end rather than a career passion.

Kunal shook his head, almost laughing at the absurdity of it all. Here he was, turning detective over what might simply be life's chaotic dance. Yet, the nagging doubt remained; if Priya wasn't the orchestrator, who was pulling the strings in this tangled drama? Or was there even a puppeteer at all? His world had turned into a puzzle where every piece seemed to fit in multiple places, and he couldn't decide if he was closer to solving it or just further entangling himself in the mystery. Back,he sat in the coffee shop, his mind a tangled web of doubts and confusion. The mutilated photo was the only thread keeping him tethered to this clandestine mission, but the clarity of purpose was fading. How much longer could he justify this daily ritual of shadowing Priya from morning to evening? With a sigh, he decided to pause this pursuit, at least for now, unless something more concrete surfaced. He'd been at it for fifteen days, each one blending into the next like a monotonous loop.

He was on the brink of packing his laptop away, his fingers hesitating over the sleek device, when he caught sight of Priya emerging from the bank. In her hand was a tiffin box, suggesting she'd taken a moment for herself during her lunch break. The afternoon sun was high, casting long shadows, and it was already close to 2 PM. She was deep in conversation on her phone, her free hand punctuating her words, likely discussing something connected to her work or possibly, NGO. She paused at a cigarette shop, her lighter flickering in the sunlight as she lit up, the smoke curling around her like a dance partner while she continued her call.

Kunal felt a surge of anxiety; leaving now would be too conspicuous. He didn't want to be caught in the act of surveillance, to be forced into a conversation where he'd have to concoct some excuse for his presence. Instead, he left his laptop open, his eyes darting back to the screen now and then, feigning deep interest in whatever was displayed. His pulse quickened as he watched from the glass partition on the first floor of the cafe, hoping she would turn back towards the bank.

But Priya's steps were resolute, leading her closer to the coffee shop. Kunal's heart thudded against his chest. Was she coming here for coffee? If so, he'd be directly in her line of sight, his anonymity at risk. He tried to steady his breathing, pretending to be engrossed in work, all the while his peripheral vision stayed locked on Priya, tracking her every step towards the cafe's entrance.

Kunal's anticipation proved accurate as Priya's voice, still engaged in her phone conversation, grew louder, signaling her approach to the shop. With a swift motion, he donned his cap and sunglasses, wrapping a scarf loosely around his head to alter his recognizable frame. He turned slightly away from the main entrance, his gaze fixed on his laptop screen, portraying the image of someone deeply absorbed and oblivious to his surroundings.

He heard Priya order her coffee, her voice clear and business-like even in the background of his feigned focus. She took a seat just a few feet away from him, thankfully preoccupied with her own world. The sound of her call ending was like a soft click in the air, followed by the gentle slurp of her sipping coffee. Her eyes were now on the LED TV mounted on the wall panel, giving Kunal the chance to breathe easier.

Kunal kept his head down, his fingers tapping away at the keyboard, careful not to draw attention to himself. He had successfully avoided recognition, but the ordeal was far from over. He would need to maintain this charade until Priya decided to leave the shop, each second stretching into minutes under the weight of his vigilance.

Kunal, while seemingly engrossed in his laptop, overheard Priya call someone, her voice a mix of concern and command as she sipped her coffee, her eyes occasionally darting to the TV screen. "Can you help my mother submit her life certificate?" she asked, her tone urgent but low, clearly preferring the conversation remain private. "Her pension might get delayed otherwise." The call was brief, Priya evidently uncomfortable with discussing personal matters in public, and she ended it quickly.

This snippet of conversation was like a bolt of lightning in Kunal's mind. "What's up?" he thought, his curiosity reignited. It felt as though an unknown force was pushing him deeper into Priya's life, urging him to uncover more. This mention of her mother contradicted what Esha and the guard had told him; either Priya's mother was indeed alive, or there was some intricate deception at play.

The realization that the lies or truths about Priya were like a series of alibis, each one potentially linked to another, dawned on him. If one alibi was pricked, there was a chance the entire web of deceit might unravel. Kunal understood now that to unravel this mystery, he needed to get closer to Priya personally. Each piece of information was like a thread; pulling at one could lead to the unraveling of the whole tapestry.

His mind raced with possibilities, the need to understand Priya not just as an adversary but as a puzzle to be solved. He was no longer just spying; he was on a quest for truth, driven by the feeling that every new piece of information was a step closer to clarity—or perhaps to a deeper entanglement.
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Kunal sat at his home workstation, the evening light casting a soft glow over his monitor where coding tools were open. Aditya was in the room, his small feet pitter-pattering around, occasionally brushing against Kunal's chair. But Kunal's thoughts were elsewhere, not on the lines of code but on the puzzle that was Priya.

What did it mean when his mind whispered that he needed to get closer? How was closeness even defined in this context? An idea flickered in his mind, but he dismissed it with a click of his tongue, only to reconsider it the next moment. Why not pursue this avenue? With Esha out of his life, he was unattached, free from the strings that once bound him.

But what if Priya rejected his advances? He pondered this briefly. Yet, why would she? Priya seemed to embrace an open-minded lifestyle with multiple dalliances, perhaps purely physical in nature. She clearly had no interest in the commitments of a relationship, an attitude that mirrored his current disillusionment with the very concept of marriage or the so-called love that could flip its meaning at the next opportunity.

If his risks paid off, getting closer to Priya could unlock the secrets she guarded so closely. He could spy more effectively, pick up on the smallest details, or at the very least, test the waters to see how far he could push this. Moreover, the advantage of Priya's mindset was clear; Kunal could disengage at any moment without the risk of emotional entanglement or heartbreak.

His fingers paused over the keyboard, not typing but contemplating. This wasn't just about solving a mystery; it was about reclaiming control, about using Priya's own game against her. If he played it right, he could use this closeness to his advantage, all while keeping his heart safely out of the equation.

Kunal’s mind churned as Aditya’s playful chatter faded into background noise. Choices loomed before him: he could either resign himself to a lifetime as the defeated man whose wife, despite all his love and care, chose another, or he could seize this new strategy—not for physical desire, but for redemption. To uncover the truth would be his salvation, a chance to live as a hero in his own story. Even if he stumbled, he wouldn’t spend his days drowning in regret.

His rational mind cautioned that the risk might not be worth it, whispering that these might just be conspiracy theories spun from his own desperation. But his heart pounded a different rhythm, urging him forward. There were too many anomalies—too many threads left dangling. The unfinished pills, the mutilated photograph, Priya’s mother who seemed to exist and not exist—these were mysteries begging to be unraveled, truths waiting to be exposed.

He could find the real culprit behind his shattered life, be it Priya, Esha, or someone else lurking in the shadows. His heart insisted there was more to discover, more to learn, a chance to piece together the fragments of his broken world and hold someone accountable. The stakes were high, but the prospect of clarity, of justice, fueled his resolve. This wasn’t just about closure; it was about reclaiming his narrative, about proving to himself that he wasn’t merely a victim of fate.

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Chapter u is like man finding something he lost on the way ( I just love the little talk between esha an kunal) loved if it's bit more of it )