Adultery Defeat of Poroma Continued

[Kaedukettavan]

Please continue

[Yesudoss]

Let the hero Rahul take control

[SMOD-P]

Ranjeet never made any steps to protect his wife or neither gave her what she needs. So, he doesn't deserve anything better. 

He doesn't have to give anything or fulfill any wishes of a cheater.

[SMOD-P]

Waiting for next update..

[Rangushki]

He doesn't have to give anything or fulfill any wishes of a cheater.

Did Ranjeet not accept the silent agreement of allowing his wife to be with Rahul when he is out on trave for his promotion and hikesl. How that makes poromo a cheater. I feel Ranjeet is root cause of all and he deserves more suffering.

[Rangushki]

Though poromo suffered a defeat on holi, subsequent mating have made her fall in love with Rahul. She has gone to extent of beating the children to keep Rahul. This is what happens in real world scenario. Women kill their husband and children for adultery.

[shivanikaur2]

It's glad to see you making a great fan fiction inching towards its climax. The original story was written by some foreign author. Then 16-17 years back stranger_women wrote a story named "Sex Game" on the same plot in English. He later on went ahead and wrote down the Bengali version of his own story "Sex Game" as "Poromar Porajoy" with some cosmetic changes from the English version, around the same time period. The literal translation of the phrase "Poromar Porajoy" is "Defeat of Poroma". All these were old exbii/xossip days.

Here in xossipy Realman12 started few years back "Defeat of Poroma" based on stranger_women's "Poromar Porajoy" as a fan fiction. However, Realman12 not only inducted events from "Poromar Porajoy", he also included many encounters from stranger_women's another famous story "heyror dairy" (dairy of a loser) written in Bengali. Thus he blended stranger_women's two very popular stories into one. However, he did not bring that to the finishing line.

It's great that you have been going pretty good to complete this incomplete fan fiction in your own way. I would like to suggest, you keep on doing the good work the way you have done till now and the way you wanted to finish it. Don't listen to any one. Some persons in our Bengali sub forum created too much nuisance in some of the very popular threads. It's wise to ignore these elements.

Best wishes. Eagerly waiting for the next episode.

Bdw, is Sheesh Mahal your original work?

Thanks,

Yes Sheesh Mahal is my original

[Parthibajeeva]

Dear author.. It's a good idea to restart this story.. And your writing is very good... Frequent updates would keep story much interesting.. well done..Keep it up..

[shivanikaur2]

Chapter 42: Sutapa's Choice

I asked Sutapa to meet me at a coffee shop on Camac Street two days before the papers were served. She arrived looking as composed as always but her eyes were carrying something tired.

I did not take time getting to it.

"I am filing for divorce and full custody on Monday," I said. "I have the nanny cam footage, the Aya's diary, Mrs. Sharma's testimony, and Rashmi's statement. The custody case is strong. I want your written statement about the Holi party. What Rahul told you beforehand. The stopwatch. The bedroom preparation."

She wrapped both hands around her coffee cup.

"The photographs," she said.

"Fatima has already sent a legal notice under the IT Act to Rahul's address," I said. "Section 66E and 67A. Non consensual intimate imagery. If he uses, distributes, or threatens distribution of any such material he is facing criminal prosecution. The notice puts that formally on record. His lawyers will instruct him to destroy everything."

She was quiet. Outside on Camac Street the afternoon traffic went by.

"He told me he had a plan for your wife two days before the Holi party," she said finally. "He did not tell me the full details but he told me enough. He told me the story about the couple named Poroma and Ranjeet was not a coincidence, that he had written it himself using your names, that he had been sending it to Poroma for weeks to prime her and that the party would be when it came together." She paused. "He told me what he needed me to do with the stopwatch. He told me Dilip should have the camera ready. He told me the bedroom should be prepared." She looked down at the table. "He made it sound like a harmless adult game. He was very convincing. He always was."

"Sutapa," I said. "You knew it was not harmless."

She met my eyes. "Yes," she said. "I knew."

She reached into her bag and placed a folded paper on the table. Three pages of neat handwriting. She pushed it toward me.

"I wrote this the morning after," she said. "I kept it because I thought one day I would need it or someone would."

I picked it up.

"I am glad it is you," she said quietly.

She came to the flat in Ballygunge three evenings later. The children were in bed. The Aya was in her room. The flat was quiet in the particular way of places where children have recently been exhausted into sleep.

Sutapa walked through the rooms slowly, looking at the sparse furniture and the yellow curtains Nupur had chosen and the children's drawings stuck to the refrigerator with magnets. She turned to look at me in the kitchen doorway.

"How are you," she said. A real question.

"Better than I have been in a long time," I said. "Strangely."

She came toward me and stood close. She touched my face with one hand. It was not a seductive gesture. It was something gentler than that. A kind of taking stock.

"I have been tested," she said quietly. "I wanted you to know before anything else. After everything with Rahul I went to a private clinic three weeks ago. Full panel. I am completely clear." A pause. "I was always careful with him. And it had been months since."

I felt something unknot in my chest.

"Good," I said.

She moved closer and kissed me and it was nothing like performance. Direct and certain and with both hands on my face. I kissed her back the same way, my hands finding her waist and pulling her in.

She stepped back and looked at me for a moment. Then she took my hand and led me toward the bedroom with the directness of someone who has spent too long being indirect and has decided to stop.

In the bedroom she undressed quickly, unbuttoning her salwar kameez top and letting it drop and reaching behind herself for the bra clasp and getting it off without ceremony. She stood in the lamp light and let me look at her without pretense. She was beautiful, full-figured and warm-skinned, and there was nothing guarded about any of it.

She came to me before I had finished undressing and helped with the rest, her hands unhurried on the buttons. When she had me bare she stood looking at me with an expression that was not performance — just a woman taking stock of something she had decided she wanted and was no longer afraid to want.

I pulled her down onto the bed beside me and we lay facing each other in the lamp light. She put her hand on my chest. I covered it with mine. We stayed like that briefly, neither of us in any hurry.

Then I kissed her and she put both arms around my neck and came closer. She made a quiet sound against my mouth when I moved my hand along her side and pressed herself closer without thinking about it. I rolled her gently onto her back and she let me take my time, her hands in my hair, not directing, just present.

She pulled me in when she was ready and neither of us hurried anything. We moved together slowly and then not slowly, finding a rhythm that came more easily than I expected. She kept her face turned toward mine the whole time, watching me with the specific directness she had always had, except now it had warmth in it rather than assessment. She pressed her palm flat to my jaw once, just briefly, and I turned my face into it without thinking.

When she came it was quiet and sustained, her body tightening, her fingers gripping my shoulder. I followed a few moments later and held her through it.

She laughed softly afterward — the first time I had heard her laugh with nothing performed in it at all.

Afterward she lay with her head on my chest and we were both quiet for a long time. Outside the night city made its sounds. From down the hall came the small sleeping sounds of my children.

"I never thought," she began.

"No," I agreed.

Neither of us said anything else. There was nothing else needed.

[Ahimsai Arasan]

Good update. Is poroma having AIDS?

[Priya.]

YOU ARE WRITING THE STORY BEAUTIFULLY. 

WE ARE ALL WAITING TO SEE THAT SON OF A BITCH RAHUL AND THAT CHEAP WHORE POROMA ROT IN HELL. 

[xbiilove]

It's a big joke that a woman after enjoying with alpha Rahul drops her dress for a wimp Ranjeet. What a pity. If a man does something he is a man, if a woman does the same, she a slut. Good logic.

[Yours_bear_for]

Bro everyone is waiting for post please update

[Runer]

Next update

[Yours_bear_for]

Bro Please Update…Everyone is waiting to read the next part.

[shivanikaur2]

Next update will be tomorrow

[Yours_bear_for]

Bro please update soon eagerly waiting

[Manikandarajesh]

Poroma should have died in corona

[Yours_bear_for]

Bro when are you going to update?

[SMOD-P]

Waiting for next update....