Adultery Knowing My Wife, Knowing Me As Well - Part II by Krish_999 ( Completed )

[sarit11]

Chapter 54.1

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I had to make a decision instantly.

I had two choices.
One, I could cover it up and act like I and Nikita were discussing everything but sex; two, I could accept openly that we were discussing nothing but sex. By default I wanted to do the latter. But while grabbing my clothes and putting them back on I spent a moment to think; even if I tried to hide it, Meera wouldn't be ready to believe it. Then I thought: why should I hide it anymore? Isn’t it time for a payback?

Nikita too had grabbed her clothes and hurriedly worn it. When I looked at her, I feared if Meera would hurt her like she had done to Ananya. I feared if I was facing another inevitable emotional blow in my life, and my anxiety grew far above than what Meera would feel herself when seeing me with yet another woman.
I smiled at Nikita to ease her nervousness and I asked her to be seated on the couch before I opened the door.


Then.
There stood Mr Das.
It was Das. I was surprised like hell and I failed to put up a response.
“Hello Krish, can I talk to you for a minute. Please.”

He spoke gently and walked in without waiting for my response. He wasn't there for Nikita. But the moment he was in, he saw her. And the next moment his facial expression changed. He was stunned and stared at the both of us.
“What the hell is she doing here?”

His voice was high and stern.
I quickly realised it was going to be no more about me and Meera. It was going to be about Nikita. I certainly didn't want to ruin her image in front of him.
“We are just...uh... Come, sit down Mr Das.”
I closed the door and walked him to the hall. Das stopped right in front of Meera. He stood very close, and I felt he meant to intimidate her.
My assumptions of Das having had sex with her on the party night began to flash in my mind. Like I had found myself torn between Meera and Ananya a week ago, I found her torn between me and Das. I assumed it to be exactly.
The script was the same, I thought, except for the characters.
They were going to have a conversation.

Do I have a voice here? I wondered. I had no clue about his plans this time either.
“What are you doing here?”

Das asked Nikita.
“What are we doing here? Nothing. When did you come back? Didi told me you... you were to land tomorrow, weren’t you?”
“Yeah, I reached a bit earlier and see what we have here? You and Krish? Really?”

“Das... There's nothing like you think...”
I tried to defend her.
“You whore!”
Suddenly Das' face hardened and he closed in on her even more.
“This is it! This is you, huh? I knew you, bitch. I knew what you are. But you wanted to play bloody Savitri to me. You can't sleep with me but him, huh?”
I couldn't really grasp where this was going.
He turned to me.
“Krish, didn't I tell you about the pathetic fuck I had after my house party? She was her. She was like, 'no, no, don't do this, because I can't hurt my family...’ My family, my bullshit! And when it was done, she wanted to wreck the hell because she wanted a pill right away. Where is it all gone now, you drama queen?”
I didn't know how to react for a moment. Things were out of my reach.
“If I didn't want sleep with you, what's wrong with that? I just didn't...”

Nikita started.
“Shut up you bitch. Now, where is your bullshit about family and all gone? I know you want young men only, isn’t it that?”
“Please mind your words, Jija Ji please...”
“I know how you like a good cock, you bitch. No matter what you had put up on your face, but you had enjoyed it, you had enjoyed it with me and you thought you'd get better with him, didn't you?”
Das pushed her angrily and she fell on the couch, though she stood up almost like a reflex.
“Stop! What are you doing?”
She looked at him, startled.
“Come on Das, control yourself.”
I stepped in.
“Krish, you stay out of this. It's my family matter; I know how to handle this.”
“Calm down Jija Ji. I don't want to talk to you know. You should leave.”
Nikita moved away from him but he grabbed her hand. He smirked at her.
“Oh, you think you can still dictate what you want, don't you?”
He pulled her to him and then pushed her on the couch.
“What is wrong with you Das? ”
I yelled.
He gave me a stern look again.
“Krish, I told you to stay out of this. I just want to claim what I truly deserve. I want this bitch, right now.”
He grabbed her hand and dragged her with him.
“What! No!”
Nikita hollered.
“You don't have a choice, Nikita. I know your secrets. You love your family right? I just need a phone call to make it a long gone memory. Even your didi won't support you. Does she even know you're with him?”
Das let out his plans. I was astounded. The man was evil. Nikita looked at him in disgust.
“Jija Ji, please.... Don't do this...”
She tried her best to get rid of his clasp. He was stronger.
“Don't you love your family?”
“Jija Ji...”
“Say yes or no.”
“Yes...Jija Ji...”
I saw a wry smile on his face.
“Then you'll have to do what I say. I had never thought of this. I would have left with a huge regret that I didn't get to know well about you. Today I find the luck is with me, you see? Today I'll know everything about you. One last time.”
I heard his words precisely.

One last time.
This was my night with a woman who loved to be with me one last time. What is it turning out to be? Who has the power to call the shot at the moment?
Das?

He was blackmailing his sister-in-law because he had found out her affaire. And also he thought he could.
Nikita?
She had done a mistake. She was caught. And she was being punished. She didn't really have a choice.
And me?
What do I have with me? I had nothing to lose. But I was being ruled by a fear of having Nikita's life wrecked because of me. Whatever fear Nikita had in her mind, it was unconsciously borne by me as well.
Nikita's fears seemed to have forced her to surrender. When he pushed her again she didn't try to get up off the couch. Her face painted a picture of helplessness. Her cheeks were red.

“Krish, bring me a condom. She loves her husband too much. She won't enjoy my sperm.”
Das had started to unbutton his shirt.
“Das please don't do this. Leave her.”
I blurted out.
“Shut up Krish. You can't really stop me.”
He took off his shirt and threw it in my face.
“I don't know what you guys are thinking. You both don't have a choice. It's my time.”
Das laughed and turned to her. She was miserable. She didn't push away his hand caressing her face. He reached down and pulled up her top, and she still didn't protest. She seemed to have made up her mind.
“Das, take me to a bedroom. Do whatever you want in there. Don't do it here.”
That was her only demand.
He ignored her and took her top off her head.
She wasn't wearing her bra. I closed my eyes. Yet another woman was losing her clothes right in front of my eyes.
“No, he would love to watch. Let him too have some fun.”
I heard him say.
“And how is that you're not wearing a bra? I think I was too perfect in time. Well, you have beautiful boobs. Last time I couldn't enjoy them really, come...”
When I opened my eyes, his face was between her breasts. He looked at me.
“Why don't you sit down Krish? It's time for my redemption. You can watch. It's a gift for you my friend.”

It took just a moment to verbalise what I have been put up with. Yet another word that entered my brain helped me find a loose end of my past.
Redemption.
Last time when somebody had tried to redeem themselves at the cost of my life, I had lost it all.

I had lost my life.
‘I want to have my redemption.’
Sheelu had told me. She had made me believe she deserved it.
And here Das was claiming he too deserved it. He wanted it, and at what cost?
This time I would lose myself.

Did I ever mention I had nothing to lose?
I was wrong. I still had a lot to lose.

When the rage strikes you at the right moment, you find wisdom. I felt my blood celebrating. I walked with my feet firm on the ground and my fist hot like fire and pulled him up by his waistline.
“Das. You are wrong. Redemption is mine.”
I said and next thing he felt was a blow from my right fist across his face. He felled over Nikita and I pulled him up again.

Whack. Whack. Whack.
He was shirtless and I knew where to hit. Before he knew what was happening I dragged him away from her and threw him on the floor.
“Das, I don't want to beat you to the pulp. Don't make me change my mind.”
I said. He looked at me stunned, with his face drenched in pain.
I handed the clothes back to Nikita and turned to Das again.
“You think you can threaten us? You must be a fool, Mr Das. I just need to make a phone call to Neerja to tell what you had done to her sister, and you know what it means. You are not in a position to dictate her. It's you who don't have a choice, Mr Das.”
Das lay on the floor, not even hurrying to get up, and my verbal blow was far more fatal to him than the physical ones I had landed him.

“Krish you stay out of this.”
His voice was weak. He was awful.
“Not anymore, Mr Das. You wanted to make me watch, huh? Watch yourself.”
His lips were broken. He wiped the blood from them.
I looked at Nikita. She had her top across her chest.
“Get dressed, Nikita. He won't do a thing to you. He just can't. It was a bang, wasn't it?”
I grabbed my phone.
“No. No. Das' voice was the weakest than ever heard of a man.”
I smirked at him.
“Nikita, tell him it wasn't a bang. It was consensual. Tell him to stop. Krish, please.”
He pled. Nikita got up and watched him. She had worn her top again.
“You call that consensual, you bastard? You mixed my drinks and made me fuddled. How many times did I beg you to stop? You didn't, and if it wasn't bang, then what the fuck it was?”
She yelled and almost kicked him; she stopped just there.
“Okay, now I know how to handle this. Krish is right. It's you who don't have a choice. I thought by staying silent I would save not only mine but also didi's marriage. I thought of the humiliation our entire family would face. But you are a demon. You deserve no mercy. I don't care anymore. It's now up to you; do you wanna save your family?”
Das looked at her helplessly. He crawled back and leaned his shoulder against the leg of the couch. He said nothing.
“Do you want to save your life?”
“Yes.”
Nikita looked at me.
“You take the shot. You dictate what you want from him, Nikita.”
I held my arms around her. She turned to him.
“Apologize.”
She ordered.
He got up slowly and nodded his head. I doubted if he would.
“Okay. I'm sorry. I'm sorry Krish.”
It was a complete surrender.
He picked up his shirt and started to wear it, in an attempt to avoid our eyes. I looked at Nikita. She looked back at me and then hugged me.

“Thanks, Krish. You saved my life.”
She whispered in my ears and kissed my cheek. I kissed her back, right on her lips. She held nothing back and the smooch was intense. Das helplessly watched us.
“I'm leaving Krish.”
We heard his low voice.
“No, where are you going?”
Nikita broke the kiss. He gave her a surprised look.
“You can't leave before I do.”
Dad thought for a moment.
“Okay then let's go. I'll drop you home.”
He said.
Nikita laughed.
“Hah! You think I'll come with you? And you know I've come here to meet Krish. Our meeting isn't over yet. Is it, Krish?”
She looked at me.
I knew what was coming. I just had a small doubt.
“What we should do with him?”
“I don't know. I'm not bothered. I'm worried only about what you are not going to do with me.”
She was calm. She was even smiling.
“Take me to your room, keep your words.”
She whispered.
I looked at Das. I knew what I should do.
“Sit down here, Das.”
I went to my room and quickly returned with a saree; a saree with a story.
I knew Das would recognise it easily. It was the same piece of cloth he had proudly taken off my wife's body.
I pushed and felled him on the couch.
“I hope you like sarees, Mr Das. Let me see how it fits you.”
I smirked at him and tied his hands to the arms of the sofa. He protested in vain for I was stronger and he was weaker. Nikita helped me to tie him down.
“What the hell are you doing, Krish? Don't do it.”
He growled like a wounded animal.
“You know what's coming, don't you, dear?”
I said and grabbed Nikita.
“I told you, the redemption is mine. You wanted to make me watch you forcing my woman. Now you watch me making love to her. ”
“Oh my God!”
It was Nikita who reacted first. It was her first time, indeed.
Well, she had no objections. She was actually turned on at the idea. She held nothing back from the moment I felled us on the couch opposite to Das. He sat there watching, as I resumed where I had stopped before his arrival. It took us just seconds to get rid of all the clothes. The moment I jumped out of my pants, Nikita unhesitatingly grabbed my dick and guided it into her mouth. With great vigour. And I leaned on her to kiss her and then defiantly caressed her shoulders. With great affection. She didn't look at Das even once, as she kept sucking and jerking me with her hands.
I glanced at Das every now and then, and he looked away every time. I felt so great. I was on the other side of the line. I thought.

I slowly pulled me out of her mouth.
“Suck my balls, baby.”
Nikita was happy to obey. I thought I would throw a glance at Das when she did that. But the moment she knelt in front of me and touched it with her tongue I forgot to follow my mind. She was a woman whose marvellous skills at pleasing her man were just waiting to be awakened. I watched in wonder and sheer ecstasy as she swirled her tongue around my balls with all the love in her eyes and I was compelled not to look away. Not even for a second. She reclaimed her grip around my dick again, and she ran her tongue underneath it from base to top. I let out a moan, unable to control my excitement.
“I love the look on your face.”
She smiled at me adorably.
“I can't tell you how I feel, baby.”
I blurted out.
“Lie down.”
I gestured her to the couch.
She shook her head sideways.
“No, you sit down.”

I wondered what she was up to, though I wasted no time, and she climbed on my lap facing me, her legs astride me. She guided my dick into her and sat further down, and I realised how wet she had become. She leaned on me and kissed my eyes lovingly.


“Thanks for reclaiming me, Krish. I owe my life to you. If I'm still a woman, that's because of you. Make love to me.”
She whispered. I grabbed her face and kissed her long and still.
Das would now see my dick entering her hole perfectly. But I was too unconcerned about him to realise it, let alone be excited or annoyed by it. Nikita soon was humping on me; riding me with all the love she was ever to give me. As the pleasure escalated, I turned to my left and adjusted my posture to lie back on the couch to allow her more room. I could see it from her face that she was enjoying the new style, and she began moving her hip back and forth in a perfect rhythm, and I felt her inner walls were choking my dick every time it plunged inside her. She started to pant very soon and I knew why.

“Oh my God. Aaahh...”
She tried to move the scattered hair fallen over her face with her one hand, while with the other she gripped at the edge of the couch. The view of her breasts dancing perfectly to the tune of our lovemaking further amplified the fire in me. She had started to breathe heavily; she leaned forward to lie on top of me and began to throw her ass up and then down on me like a pro. She was moving faster and becoming more intense.
“Oh my God. This is wonder...ful...”
My dick was probing all the right places inside her and she was soon drifted to a place that I quickly learnt she wasn't so familiar with. She was about to be lost in there, as I grabbed her ass cheeks and turned myself to push her under me, down to the couch.
“Oh my God. Krish...aaah...”
She cried and gripped at the edge of the headrest of the couch.
I placed my dick in the right place again and sank it deep into her. I followed it with a bewildering array of thrusts until she screamed high.
“Huh...huhhh...haaahh...”
She was quivering. Her messed up black hair fanned out against the white cushion on the couch formed a lovely picture to me. Added to it were her reddened cheeks and tired eyes.
It was enough for me. I let out everything I had been holding until then and let it fill her.
It was a complete explosion and I felt I came heavier than ever before. Suddenly I believed I was making her pregnant. I felt I was making her my woman.
“My Neeku...”
I whispered, trying to control my breathing and kissed her wet, spoilt lips. She just opened her mouth and moaned through her gasps.
“Fill my mouth too.”
She was addicted to my maleness. She wanted to live it. I gathered all my love in my mind and let it flow into her mouth. She hugged me tight and swallowed it all.
“I love you, Krish. My love...”
I heard her whisper, in a voice audible only to me, many times, between her heavy panting. She was completely indifferent to the fact that her brother-in-law was watching her complete submission to his foe. She was also drugged by affection. No wonder Das was envious of me. I saw it in his eyes when I landed my feet on the ground. My dick was shiningly wet and when I looked at Das, I knew my face was lit up with a teasing grin. He kept staring me like a dead man. Nikita collected her clothes and ran to the washroom.
I got dressed quickly and turned to Das. I studied him for a moment.

“Now we have it even, right? What do you think?”
He said nothing.
“Come on Das, don't be overdramatic. Say something.”
He nodded.
“Yes. It's even now. I'm sorry Krish.”
Suddenly I saw a man caught up with regret.
“Do you have anything left with Nikita?”
He shook his head sideways.
“No. I shouldn't have come here.”
“All good?”
He nodded.
“Good.”
I untied his hands.
Though I set his hands and body free, I knew his mind would remain tied for the rest of his life.
This is justice. I thought.
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[sarit11]

Chapter 54.2

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When Nikita returned from the washroom, she stared into his eyes. She said nothing and kept staring at him. I felt she was establishing who the boss was. It was indeed her. When Das' head was down, she turned to me.
“Leave him.”
Das understood. He strainingly left the couch and picked up and wore his shirt. I opened the door for him and he walked out a failed man. He now looked exactly at his age.
Nikita hugged me from behind and cried. Then only I realised how tough it was for her to put up a strong face so far. She was very woman, for she could hide a world behind her innocent face. I consoled her and wiped her tears. She thanked me repeatedly.
“You saved my dignity, Krish. You're a hero to me.”
I thought I'm gonna remember that look on her face for the rest of my life.

For unspoken reasons, we felt an urgency to leave immediately. Perhaps the possibility of Das planning something unimaginable to us tempted us to feel so. We moved out very soon and when we reached Das' home, she asked me to drop her by the gate itself.
I saw Das' car on the porch.
“I'll handle him from here. I know how.”
Nikita assured me. She kissed me hard one last time and walked away.
I watched her walking away, and waited until she disappeared into the porch.

She was gone. Yet another woman who taught me a few good lessons of life had walked away from me.
When I drove back home, I was filled with a sense of loss.
‘I love you, Krish.’

She had said.
‘I'm in love with you, Krish.’
Ananya had said.
‘I still love you.’
Meera had said.
Who should I believe? Who shouldn't I?
Noone really wanted anything from me. For Meera, I couldn't really understand what she needed from me.

A woman would remain a mystery, no matter how harder you try to know her. I wanted to know my wife, and I ended up knowing a lot more about myself than I ever had imagined.


As I rode across the night through the long and empty roads, I wondered where I was going. Where was my destination? I didn't have one.
Who am I looking for? I couldn't find anyone.
The more I pondered about it, the more I found my sense of loss transforming into a sense of loneliness.
Suddenly I felt a desire to see Meera. And I felt it impossible to bear to wait a moment longer to do it. And this time I felt quite natural with my sudden wish. I was confident. I had finally overcome a threat named Mr Das. I was ready to confront anything that stood in between me and Meera.

This has to be the night. I should meet the woman of my life. I know the smell of yet another woman was all over my body, but it didn't matter to me anymore. No strings were attached to me. Like I told Mr Das an hour ago, we had it even.


Further late into that night, I drove into the Lavanya Apartments. I walked up the stairs to the flat no. 115 with all the calmness I ever possessed.
But it was quite an anticlimax when I reached her door. It was locked, and Meera wasn't there.
I checked time. 1.35 AM. And the whole world was an empty place.
I asked the gatekeeper if he knew anything about her.

He didn't.
Where could she be gone? I wondered.

Das was home. I was sure he wasn't the reason for her disappearance.
But he had landed from France, all the way to meet me. For what? I couldn't understand a thing. I wished if I had sought the answer from Das himself.
However, it wasn't my prime concern at the moment and I ignored him.
Who else?
Meghna? Ananya? Surabhi? Neha? Shruthi? Preethi? Anuya?
I tried to remember each one of her friend circle but I failed to find a name I could suppose Meera was with.
Not even once crossed my mind the name of Susheel Desai.

[sarit11]

Chapter 55

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“It’s not worth living like this. I want to have a peaceful life."

Das said. He was sitting firmly on the couch he was so unceremoniously tied on the previous night.
"I know I can only blame myself for everything, and I came to talk to you so that I can have my life back. I was sleepless last night. I was fallen to the lowest level I have ever thought I could tolerate; I was never humiliated like that. This is definitely not something I can ever move on from.”
I said nothing. He went on.
“You know I am going to be settled in France, with my son. I will be joining his business there, taking over a handful of projects for which he sought my help. And the last thing I would like to do there is to look back in regret, over the shameless mistake I made to you, and more than that, the mistake I tried to make to you and my sister-in-law haunts me. I must have made myself look like a demon.”
“You did.”
I said quietly. He felt better because I spoke for the first time since his arrival.
Exhausted from the long night, I had landed in my bed very late and I woke up only to the long doorbell. I was surprised to see Mr Das standing there, calm and firm, while my mind was still pondering over the disappearance of Meera. I had a lot of questions to ask Mr Das, and I let him in with a gesture.
“I used to have a crush on Nikita. And when the opportunity struck me, perhaps I was arrogantly proud of being able to seduce a young woman like Meera, I didn't want to lose it. I didn't think twice to pick up that opportunity. I had mixed her drinks and then led her to my bed. Like I expected, after the initial resistance she gave in. I was too drunk to realise that I was banging her; to realise what grave mistake it was. It was so for sure, but I hadn’t had a chance to have a conversation with Nikita after that; so I was not aware of the damage I had caused in her. I felt she was more worried about the unprotected sex, and it was dealt with care when I managed a pill for her. But...”
He let out a sigh. He took a break.
“This morning I asked for her forgiveness. When I told her I was going to meet you, she asked me to tell you she misses you.”
I felt good for what he said. I also felt good for I heard it from him. I nodded.
I felt she truly had him under control.
However, I wasn’t satisfied with him. I needed to know more though I didn't want to ask him anything. I rather wanted him to speak no holds barred.
“Yesterday, I didn't mean to be here. I had intended to meet Meera and I had gone to her flat. But I couldn’t meet her, and I thought she would be with you.”
So she was gone so earlier. I thought. And I wondered why he thought she would be with me.

“Then, when I found Nikita with you, I lost my cool. I couldn’t stand it because I thought you were taking revenge for what I had done to you. I would still have believed it unless I saw how she was in love with you. She wasn’t an object in your hand, you have true feelings for her. However, when I saw her sitting on your couch with looks that suggested what you guys were up to, I figured that it would be your revenge to me. There was no question of you taking revenge on my wife, of course...”
He grinned.

“Well, it was still painful to me. And the funny thing in the middle of all of that was, I was not in a position to talk about it in her presence. I didn't want her to know about my... uh, my affair with Meera. I am talking me inside out, please don't feel offended.”
Suddenly he was not even able to mention his relationship with Meera in my face. He feard he would offend me. Submission and domination are often demonstrated through small gestures. I learnt.
“I was quite a fool yesterday to believe that I had an upper hand when I caught her in the act with you. And I realised my blunder only when you made me. You did nothing I didn't deserve. And I believe that you wouldn’t have gone so mad if I hadn’t humiliated you in front of Meera. Of course, Meera had suggested it, but I could have been a little more friendly. Even Meera accused me later that I exploited the situation. I knew it could be humiliation but I hadn’t realised it then. I don't know if you’d believe me, I didn't know that you were hurt like that. When she said I manipulated her to hurt your feelings, we ended up having a huge argument over it, and we haven’t been on good terms with each other since then. It was really out of the question because, when she told me that you like to watch her, you just reminded me of an old friend of me. I had told you about my friend whom I had helped to elope with his girl and to marry her. When we were staying in that hotel, they had let me watch their lovemaking. Even after their marriage, we used to talk about it and sometimes laugh together, and we all had found it highly exciting to discuss it. And on their fourth wedding anniversary, my friend asked me if I like to have sex with his wife. She was sitting nearby with a shy but extremely excited face, her eyes on her husband. He said it’s a gift for his wife. I was the gift. It was a first time experience in my life when I came to know such things could exist in marital life. It also turned out to be a sweet memory. I took her hand from him and led her to their bedroom, while my friend silently followed us. He sat in a chair and watched us, while we made out completely naked in his own marital bed. There was nothing like we see in porn films where the husband would pull out and jerk himself, but it was just about the visuals and more about preserving them in... in one’s memory. After that incident, he had told me that their sexual life was ever amazing. He said he was able to bring her orgasms with the slightest of efforts. I was the reason, and I never had sex with her after that and we still remain true friends. This particular experience from my past didn't allow me to sense anything unusual about you and Meera. Instead, I was more excited to see myself as a gift which blinded me. Moreover, I was just an object in your hands, wasn’t I?”
He looked into my eyes and asked a relevant question.
Yes. He was an object. The argument was always between me and Meera. He had nothing to do with it.
“When I came to know Meera was your wife, I was like... it was shocking to me. And even more shocking was Meera’s behaviour. The moment she knew you were with someone else, she went mad. I saw how much she was possessive about you. It was incomprehensible to me because she was already having sex with me and still she couldn’t digest what you were doing. When I tried to reason my views on this, she screamed at me that if she has ever slept with me, that’s because her husband liked it.”
This was the one of the crucial revelation he made to me. She still thought she slept with Das only because of me. How can that be true? How can't that be true?
There was a thin line. Just.
I looked away from Das’ eyes to hide my boiling emotions. He went on.
“It was a moment I realised I was just a pawn in you guys’ hands. And her madness over your affair was totally sensible to me. I compared it to my friend’s incident. He proposed the nightstand with me as a gift to his wife. And what if he himself later had a fling and then suggested it is acceptable because his wife already had one in the past? No? No, that is not acceptable. Such a move would never work in these types of relationships. It would have made sense of a revenge thing, only if your wife was caught in the act. When I looked back, I could imagine you as a husband who loved to watch his wife with another man. It could be your fantasy and I wasn’t surprised. But then, when she said you deserved a punishment for mating with her friend, I went overboard. I truly went overboard, yes I accept that, but I was actually thinking you both were consensually playing with each other. It was more like a fantasy. I misinterpreted Meera the most; she’s an enigma, and we had an argument soon after that. she was upset that I exploited the situation which she claimed she noticed only when it’s all done and I was, of course, upset because I was made a buffoon all the way from the beginning. She isn't even happy to see me after that night. I wanted to tell you all earlier too because I was worried if she would commit anything really stupid... you know, out of depression. But you were you, you never let me speak to you. Then I had to leave for France. When I came back, the first thing I did was to try to talk to her. Because I didn't want to be the cause of the difference between you. I told her about my French trip also, and she was indifferent. Then I urged her to talk to you. I wanted you both to talk each other first, and then I wanted to leave you both like a friend. But it all ended in a bloody anticlimax. I was such a moron. I forgot everything and truly believed you were taking revenge on me by seducing my sister-in-law.”
Every sentence he spoke of Meera had something to surprise me. The fact that Meera had talked to me under his persuasion was beginning to redraw in my mind the pattern of events that shaped last night. Meera perhaps wanted to talk to me genuinely but I read her in the worst sense and ended up pissing her off. I could now empathise her.
“Well, one thing I still can't really digest. You! How come you...! You were not human. How come you seduce your wife’s best friend last week and my sister-in-law by this weekend? Both the ladies are married and living happily with their husbands, and how the hell you made it all like this?”
Das snapped his fingers to enact the easiness in which he thought I seduced the ladies.
“I had once asked you to pick up Nikita from the airport and this week, Neerja had sought your help for the hospital. Just two times. How much time do you actually need to win over a young woman, I want to ask you? Krish?”
“Stop exaggerating it, Mr Das.”
I interrupted stiffly.
“I am not exaggerating it; I envy you, Krish. You know how hard it was to befriend Meera. I wouldn’t have made it if I hadn’t had you at my side. I'm damn sure, if Neerja was anything of an attractive woman, yesterday I would have found you doing – I don't know what! God!”
I found him funny by now. He had talked a lot.
“Come on Krish. give me at least a smile. It’ll make me feel a lot better. If I had put this much effort into my business deals, it would have guaranteed me with a hundred and ten percent success in every deal.”
He concluded.
“It’s okay Das. We are good.”
I walked to the kitchen and poured two glasses of fruit juice. I served one to him and sat back with the other.
“What did she tell you when you called her yesterday?”
I asked what he had missed.
“She was shattered over the humiliation we had done to you. She wanted to apologize to you but didn't have the courage to do that. she wanted me to talk to you first but I urged her to at least make a call and try if you answered her. She told me she would call but she wasn’t available after that. when I went to her flat later, I found it locked.”
All the calmness I had begun to feel inside me evaporated in a second. So that was how she had called me. and how I messed it all up! I was the moron in reality. She wanted solace, and I chose the wrong time to be sarcastic. I wanted to see her again. I got up immediately.
“Das. Thank you for coming and telling me all this. I need to go to meet her. I also had gone to her flat last night. But she wasn’t there.”
Das smiled.
“There’s nothing to worry, Krish. I had called her this morning and she is safe at home. But yes; you should definitely go and meet her.”
Das left a happy man. I quickly got ready and rushed to Lavanya Apartments.
However, one thing was still in my mind.
She wanted to apologize to me for what she did to me. But it doesn’t mean she would forgive me for what I had done. In my mind, I had a lot of justifications, but it would help only if she listened to me. I could only hope for it.
I found my heartbeats soaring when I stood in front of her flat and pressed the doorbell. She was in, for sure.
On the fourth minute, I pressed it again. On the sixth, I pressed it the third time.
I waited, waited, and waited until I felt I was standing in front of a closed door. Yet again.

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Chapter 56

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When Meera finally opened the door, she had a towel turbaned around her head. Forced to finish bath in a rush; her face still looked divine. She was standing there staring at me until she moved aside as if to let me in.
No words. No gestures. No clues.
Is this how is it going to be? I wondered. I felt a pang of disappointment.
I wanted to talk to her. I wanted her to listen.
“Come in!” She said earnestly, her eyes wide in surprise wondering why I was still standing there.
“I came to talk to you.”
I still not moved.
“Are you gonna talk it all standing here?”
“I am not sure if you’d listen to me.”
She stared at me for a moment, her mind searching for words. As if she found nothing, she leaned forward to grab my hand and graciously pulled me in. As I moved in, a scintillating fragrance from her freshly bathed body filled my nose. It reminded me of my Meera. I inhaled it, again and again, hoping it would take me back to my past; to the very beginning.
She closed the door and engaged the door latch. Its sound brought back me to the reality.

Suddenly I was at loss for words. I sat on the couch but barely managed to speak.
“Last night, where were you? I... I had come here to meet you.”
I had to correct my throat to finish my line.
“You did? When?”
She was really surprised, unsurprisingly.
“At around 2 O’clock.”
She began to say something and swallowed it. I felt a strange feeling. I felt the air between us was suddenly choking me. There was something in it that made me feel uncomfortable. I couldn’t keep my eyes on her face for more than two seconds. Something was missing between us. It was suddenly getting awkward. Perhaps we both knew what we were to say. Perhaps we both had no idea. She was awkwardly standing there.
“Meera,” I began to speak.
“I had seen your missed call alerts this morning. My mobile was off throughout the night. And...and I wasn't here... I got back here only at six in the morning...”
She interrupted me with an explanation I didn't seek. At that moment I learnt she would confess me anything I wanted. But I had no idea what I should ask her. I had gone blank.
“Did Das call you this morning?”
“Half an hour ago. He said you are coming here. I was sleeping, so I was getting ready...”
She touched the towel turbaned around her head as she talked, oblivious to doing so.
“You can sit down, Meera.”
I gestured to my right side and she sat down. I looked straight into her eyes now.
“You are acting so nervous like I came here to make you confess.”
“I am sorry for that night, Krish. I am so sorry.”
She said in a flash and closed her eyes, and let the tears break loose from them, and it soon formed a stream that ran down her cheeks. She sat still and wept. Her facial muscles tightened and face down. Hands clung to each other seeking support in vain. I sat there watching and letting her cry herself out. I saw a lonely woman and I felt pity for her. She wasn’t the stunningly beautiful woman who could command a lot of attention from the opposite sex anymore. She was a pale shadow of herself. If I wasn’t expecting some of it somehow, I would have been shocked to death. What had her life done to her?
When she finally brought her under control, she pulled the towel off her head and wiped her face with it. Whatever was left in her that looked cute and fresh until then now looked messy and ruined.
From her hair to eyes. Nose to cheeks.
Now she was confessing.
“Why are you sorry for that night, Meera?”
I asked.
“I shouldn't have humiliated you like that.”
“Why do you think I was humiliated? I could have enjoyed it; watching you with another man. It was my fantasy, wasn't it?”
“No. You didn't enjoy...”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes. I saw it.”
“You saw what?”
“I... I saw it in the end...when we finished. Your face said it. You didn't enjoy it... when I saw your face...”
“But when you gave me that tiny cloth, you had got me aroused, hadn't you?”
I was beginning to be sarcastic. But I didn't care. I was moving on. I was moving on with my life.
You will be a free man. I heard someone telling me from inside. Though a part of my heart was fighting against it, I had begun to believe that I was going to follow it; as if it was the inevitable. I was not here to mend our differences.
“Please don't make me remember...”
“Meera,” I interrupted.
“I didn't come here to torture you. And I didn't come here expecting a confession. We have come a lot forward, beyond that point. I came here to see you off.”
She was hit by a sudden blow; she sat there with her eyes opened wide in shocked surprise.
“I came here to see you are okay. And I wanted to let you know that I am okay.”
“I am okay.”
She said in a painful voice. She was not okay.
“No. You don't look okay to me.”
“I will manage, Krish. Believe me.”
She said and her eyes started to rain again.
“This is what you wanted me to do; be gone. What happened now?”
I tried not to be sarcastic, even a bit. I wanted to be just me.
She shook her head hopelessly.
“No. I wanted me to be gone from your life. And I failed in it.”
“How?”
She wiped her face again with the wet towel.
“I know,” she took a deep breath. “Rejection is the biggest punishment. I know I am being punished and I deserve it. You just said you don't want to hear me confess. I am begging you, Krish. Please listen to me once, before you leave. I don't deserve to be stopping you. I know I can't. Please hear me once, because I don't want you to keep asking about it yourself.”
She extended her hand to touch me, but she stopped just there as if she didn't deserve to touch me.
“Okay.”
I said slowly, paying more attention to her actions than words. Whatever she would say wouldn't make a change in me. I was going to be a free man after this day.
“Do you remember a friend of you - his name was Sunny - whom you owed some cash? Two years back, when he was coming to see you often, he...he befriended me. There is something...about some incidents...that I wanted to tell you about him. Those days I was working at JayCee’s and my in-charge, Piyush was a real headache at the office; I mentioned about him to Sunny. Before that, one day when I was at the Star Mall, he had forcibly kissed me. I wanted to tell you about it, but it didn't seem much trouble to me because it wasn’t some kind of molestation. I didn't tell you. I was also scared if you’d ruin your relationship with him; he was a goon after all. Then I got his help to deal with Piyush and he was friendly since then. I had to accept Sunny’s friendship. And then one day he came to see you at our house. You weren't there. And...”
Meera rubbed her forehead slowly, trying to find words.
“And... that day I made a huge mistake. I couldn’t stop him when he...when he took me to our bedroom. And I enjoyed it. I couldn’t stop him. I didn't have sex with him but I would have. I had got myself prepared for it.”
She took a break and looked up at the ceiling, to gather words in her mind.
“For so long, I wanted to confess this incident to you. I had compromised on everything that made my values as a wife. I wanted to confess it from the moment it was over. Then I found you excited in bed; I understood the sudden change in you was merely a reflection of the changes in me. I was excited about it, about whatever that would have happened if I hadn’t stopped Sunny, so much that I was aroused in bed with you. When you were making love to me, I often used to imagine it was him, Sunny, that I was having sex with. I didn't love him, not even for a moment, but thinking about having sex with him excited me. My stupid mind was filled with fantasies.”
I wasn’t listening to her. I was just watching her in astonishment as the truth began to dance its brutality in front of my eyes, and I was the most helpless. A new vantage point was being unearthed, and I was soon wondering who was the most corrupt among us. Meera wasn’t confessing, but I was.
“Sunny had me almost undressed, and I had touched him provocatively; then I got a call from you that helped me stop him from doing it. He left, but I began to dream of what would have happened if I hadn’t had your call...”
“Did you regret stopping him?”
I couldn’t stop me from asking.
“No. Never. It was my fantasy only. I was actually ashamed of it. I would fantasise when you made love to me and then soon I would regret it. I never wanted my fantasy to be real. The thought of cheating on you would cringe me. And I knew I had done a big mistake that would have ruined everything. When I rejected advances of ...uh...of a guy from one of our office parties – Thomas- and, do you remember a guy I told you who had mistaken me as Shekhar’s wife – his name was Mohan; Thomas and Mohan, both had tried to hit on me very seriously. Mohan had even tried to kiss me once. But I had rejected them both. Those incidents helped me boost my confidence and made me believe that you’d forgive me when I confess about Sunny. But then it turned out, you too had same fantasies.”

Yes, I had.
I confessed in my mind.

“We shared, encouraged, and nurtured our fantasies and then the accident with Shekhar happened. If I remember, the first one happened so quickly that we both were ready to forget it. The damage was less perhaps, and our fantasies definitely helped us. We were perfectly in sync with each other, deeply in love. Then the second time with Shekhar; it was truly a setback to both of us. With that incident, I found out my chance to confess to you about Sunny shrinking too small, because I found a fact that I had enjoyed making love with Shekhar more than I would have with Sunny. Though we both tried to behave and make believe it was just another accident, I secretly cherished the experience of lying under someone other than you. I knew it was foolish as well as dangerous and I tried my best to resist it. Then you let me go with Armaan in Goa. Every time I made love to you since then, I fantasised and tried to imagine them - Sunny, Shekhar or Armaan - in you. I loved you always; I never stopped loving you. But my fantasies, they were like drugs to me. I couldn’t stop them. When I came to know you too had fantasies, I should have stopped you. But I didn't. I had once mentioned the way you made love to me to Ananya, and she... she told me she would like to have sex with you.”
Meera stopped and swallowed those memories with great difficulty. I was engrossed in her actions as well as words now.
“Then suddenly I was hit with my own insecurity. I feared that you too would fantasise with other women. I was selfish perhaps. I knew I didn't deserve to stop it and that killed me inside. I lived in fear that you would tell me about your fantasies one day and make me enjoy it because I had no choice. And then – I don't know what you think of me if I tell you this because I considered it as a fortunate incident – Shekhar was gone. I was not saddened by his death; for I had no love for him. I thought I was saved from my fantasies. I had clearly moved away from them. Then one day, Sheelu showed up. I was only to blame me. Because, because of me you had done the fatal mistake. And the worst part was, the worst part, she had seduced you. No, you had let yourself to be seduced because of me. I knew you. You would never do it on your own. But after that incident with Sheelu, I foresaw that you would never be able to defend yourself anymore and my confession about Sunny had no value by then. If I had told you that I had almost had sex with him, what effect would it have brought to you? Nothing. It wouldn’t have mattered even if I had sex with him. Or even with Thomas, or Mohan. Now, what does it make me? A whore?”
She looked away from me as if facing eternity and then shook her head.
“Yes. I was a whore. I was mortified that I had no right to be loved by you.”
She turned her eyes to me. They were cold and contemptuous.
“But how could I convince you with this? You were madly in love with me. I thought I would let you move on without me and then one day I would come and confess everything to you. But you were...you! Never letting me go. You know what stopped me from suicide was the fear that you’d follow me.”
Her words, in a second, transported my mind to the day at Sunshine Gardens’ suite. That day I had dared myself to suicidal thoughts. But deep inside I knew Meera still loved me so much that she would follow me.
We were sides of the same coin. We were the same inside, made of same thoughts and feelings, but we were never destined to face each other. We had the same world but never knew what each other saw. I sighed and looked up, and leaned back on the couch. I was tired than I ever was in my life.
“That is why I left you, Krish. There is nothing wrong with you that I can quote as a reason to leave you. All I wanted to do was to tie me on to a stone and be punished.”
“Then making my life hard again, you brought up your fantasies in the form of Das. It was more like you were drawing me back into that world. I was trying to move on, from what I had realised what had proven disastrous to me. I even tried to go out with a man you don't know, to prove myself that I am not going to fall back to your fantasies, but I couldn’t go and please myself beyond a point. When I found my body enjoying him, my mind was filled with remorse. I had no life without you. Then one day you took me to Das and let him have sex with me. I would have stopped him but he said you were excited about it, and then I decided to live it. One after another, you pulled me back into your world until I found myself getting aroused knowing that you are standing behind that door listening to my lovemaking with a man you chose. But every time it would end with more regret that I was failing you. I was beating the purpose of my departure. I was becoming a failure.
I tried to help you by forcing you with Meghna. But it backfired as I found myself aroused and...and that night I saw you so persistent with me that I was left with nothing but play with you. If I had stayed a little more in front of you, I would have made out with you.
When you claimed that I am enjoying your fantasies, I deliberately wanted to prove you wrong. But in the end, you again let me fall into darkness by letting yourself be seduced by another woman. If you had seduced her on your own, it would be on you. But it happened to be me at fault again. I was frustrated. I never wanted someone to seduce you. It hurts me. It kills me, Krish. And out of wrath over me, I did really stupid things that turned out to be really humiliating to you. I thought it would turn you on like it did with Shekhar. But then I saw you, shocked and wounded. I learnt you would never tolerate what I did and I broke up with Das after that, because he took advantage of the situation. I don't want to forgive him but I don't know what to do with him; just like I don't know what to do with me.”
She was about to get lost in her own memories. I felt. She was though better composed now, having said it all. Well, I hope.
More than what she had done in her life, her interpretations had surprised me. I wanted to dig a bit more.
“Have you forgiven me for what I did with Ananya?”
She stared at me as if she didn't expect me to ask it.
“I don't have the right to forgive you, Krish. That’s what makes my life more miserable now. It mortifies me.”
She had assumed her fall.

We sat together, lost in our own distinctive worlds. Our worlds were same. But I felt we were standing and staring at it from a hell of a distance that I couldn't imagine myself capable to cover.
There was a void in my mind. I didn't feel like I had anything to say. Whatever I had come to tell her, it didn't matter anymore.
“So that's it.”
I got up. Through the corner of my eyes, I saw panic spreading over her face.
“Are you leaving?”
“Isn't that what you want me to do?”
She was speechless.
I walked to the aquarium. The lonely fish didn't recognise me.
“Hello Krish! How are you?”
I snapped my fingers to grab his attention, in vain.
“How do you know his name?”
Meera was right behind me. I smiled at her for the first time.
“I just guessed. He's lonely and seems happy.”
I said quietly.
“Are you happy, Krish?”
“What do you expect me to be? I have decided to move on. You wanted me to hear your confession, and I have done it. You can also behave normally. You can find a life now.”
“Life!”
She laughed with a sense of loss. I stared at her until I saw her eyes shining with tears in them.
“I'll make a coffee for you. Will you stay?”
She said quietly and walked to the kitchen without waiting for my response. I kept watching her walking with unsteady steps. She wasn't the woman I loved. It was a shadow. She had become the shadow of her old self. She was confused than I ever was. I slowly followed her to the kitchen and wondered what she would do when I leave.

I knew what was going to happen to her. When she would have me gone, she would walk into this kitchen again, and grab the sharpest of her knives and slash her wrists. She would die before I reached my home. I was never so sure about anything of the future.
And it was for I had made a choice.
Every choice we make out of our lives has its consequences. Some can be foreseen, some won't appear even in our nightmares.
‘Am I really going to move on?’
‘Am I ever prepared to move on?’
I heard questions.

‘No.’ I said in my mind.
‘I'm Krish and I belong to Meera.’
I felt I never knew this much about me in the past.
She was facing the stove and looked sideways to glance at me through the corner of her eyes.
“I'm still not able to decipher my past. Leaving you has proven to be a wrong choice, but I have never come across what could have been a right one. What was my mistake? It's easier to accept that I was the mistake. All I wanted was to save myself from becoming...," She paused as if the word dreaded her.
“Your mistake was that you sought no help from me.”
I said slowly. She turned to face me.
“I'm seeking help from you. Now... But it's too late. Too late, isn't it?”
That could be her finest confession. She wanted me. She was not ready to let me go.

There stood my wife Meera. She was not perfect. She could make mistakes. She could have wrong choices. One of them was me. If she had married a normal man she wouldn't have been encouraged to date another man. She wouldn't have been made to accidentally sleep with other men. She wouldn't have been made to question her own integrity.
I was the partner in anything and everything she found herself guilty of. I was the biggest choice she ever had. And I was destined to love not only her perfections but also her imperfections.

It was time to shake my own tail.
“Meera. Last night I slept with another woman - Das’ sister-in-law. We were at The Square when I got your phone call, and then I brought her home. Das had come to meet me there and he tried to stop me. I beat him up and threatened him and put him in the same chair and made him watch...”
Meera kept looking at me with shocked surprise. She was probably trying hard not to make a bad response, and I couldn’t see any. Probably she was just letting it sink into her.
“You made out with her like Das had done with me?”
She finally asked quietly.
“Exactly.”
“Did you do it to avenge Das?”
“No. I would have done it even if he wasn’t there. It was his bad luck that he happened to be there.”
“Then why...why are you telling me about this?”
“Do you feel I did that to avenge you?”
“What? No. No, you won’t. You wouldn’t do that.”
“Then how did you come to the conclusion that I let Ananya seduce me because of what you did to me?”
She was taken aback; her mouth was left open.
“I had reasons to believe so, apart from the faith I had in you. She had the habit of sleeping around, and when I moved out she used to joke about seducing you... She was the one who would try to hit on you, not the other way around. I thought she took advantage of what I told her about my submission to Das. I was a fool to believe her as a friend and...”
“She never had doubts about you. She used to tell me you'd never sleep with Das. When you told her, she was very disappointed.”
Her body became weak and I feared she would collapse.
I wanted to make a lot of confessions. Maybe later. I thought.
All we needed to do was to speak to each other. Listen to each other. There was nothing left to decide. We were merely two people who were dying to embrace each other and worry about nothing.
I felt it coming back all of a sudden. No more analysis on what's right and what's wrong was required.
“Meera.”
She looked up into my eyes and I wasted no time to have her in my arms.
“Let's go home, Meera.”
I said and I kissed her.

It was that simple. It had always been. But I never knew.

The tears that had run down her cheeks had turned her lips salty. It had the power to melt all of our hardest differences and make us look beyond them. I saw our future. It was bright.
She was suddenly the innocent girl I had married a long ago.
“Oh my God...!”
I heard her say and I felt her arms tighten around me. She was warm and soft. She was bright and colourful. She was a flower. She was delicate. She was love.
“Krish I have one more thing to say.”
She said when we parted slightly.
I showed two fingers across her lips.
“Not now. I'm done with your confessions. I don't want to change anything I've already decided; no matter what you were to say. Forget it all and just look at me. Look at your husband and tell me what do you see?”
I watched her eyes slowly bringing back its old charm slowly yet strikingly.
“I see it's coming back. It's all coming back.”
Her face was now the most beautiful thing I would cherish forever. We embraced each other tightly.

It was that simple. It had always been. I knew it.

The milk on the stove was over-boiled and spilt; grabbing our attention.
“Oops.”
She began to turn but then stopped, and hugged me again.
“No, I don't want to leave you... I...”
“It’s okay; I am not going anyway...”
I smiled and she tried to smile through her tears.
She replaced the milk and we stood watching it boil, with our hand in hand. She turned to look at me many times and smiled every time.
“I now believe in miracles.”
She made coffee and we sat together on the couch. We chatted silly things because now we could.
It was a miracle. She was true. I feared there was something terrible happening to my heart because it was beating normal now.
I felt proud.

She later told me about her decision to resign from her job. I urged her to reconsider it.
“No. I want to put his office into just an old memory.”
“The old memory is still a memory. I suppose you live around it. So that you can replace them with good ones; so that it wouldn't bother your new memories.”
She smiled.
“I've never thought about it. You're right.”
We sat together on the couch for long, my hand around her genuinely gentle and protective. Every moment I spent sitting with her, I felt my hand was closing in and drawing her close to me until I felt her breath on my neck.
“You know, these moments, this happiness, so content, I never thought it'd come back.”
She said and kissed me lightly on my chin.
“Me too. It is a miracle like you said.”
I said lovingly playing on her cheek and ear, looking into her beautiful eyes.
“When are you taking me home?”
“Right now.”
“Now?”
“No?”
“I mean, I want to shift permanently with you. And there's a lot of packing. Can we move tomorrow?”
I had no problem to nod a yes. At that moment, we heard the doorbell.
She made a disapproving gesture of being disturbed, and it pleased me.
“Let me check.”
She got up and walked to the door.
My eyes followed her and fell for the seductive rhythm in which she walked.
She will come back soon. I said myself.

She opened the door and I saw a man standing there. He stared at her face and then saw me.
“Sorry. It's a wrong address, I suppose.”
The man said politely yet with a straight face. He walked away and Meera shut the door immediately.
“Who was that?”
I asked her.
“I don't know. Wrong address – he said.”
She replied.
It took her just a couple of seconds to join me on the couch. But this time my hand didn't hurry itself to embrace her.
Because I knew who the man was.
It was Vivek. The pet shop owner.

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Chapter 57.1

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My mind had stiffened though I managed to conceal it behind my straight face. It was too early to be saddened by her lie. More than the lie, seeing her lie to me was more devastating. Because I had never seen Meera lying, ever in the past. Hiding a fact is something, and, lying about it is another. Until then, I possessed a belief that when she says something, it must be true. This statement of her - that she doesn't know a person she in fact had a dinner date so intimate to have him get his dick sucked by her and then brought to have an ejaculation through a handjob- it too would have been believed as true, had I not known about Vivek before. It was not possible that she could forget him so soon and I could consider it an accidental slip. Of course it was a slip, I would say. If I had taken it as a blatant lie, it would force me to question everything she had ever told me in the past.

But some lies are unbelievably blatant that we are forced to make us believe it was made for a purpose. I couldn’t decide whether I should believe me or her.
Meera was equally thoughtful when she sat with me. But she was ready to resume our conversation right away, giving me no time to ponder over her true intentions.
“I'm not planning to pick everything from here. I want to be really choosy because most of the things here are the same we have there already.”

She said.
And I could see she was logical.

Most of the furniture, decorations, curtains, artworks and the area rug in the living room were the same as of my house. Even the lights and the wall shades were the same. TV set was different but it looked similar to that in my house. I suddenly noticed it all and it amazed me.
“Why are they all the same?”
“When I moved out,” She spoke with a slight smile, making me wonder if I would ever get a chance to clear my doubts about Vivek.

“When I moved out, I missed you so much. I was helpless with it when I was staying with Ananya. But when I got a chance, I wanted to recreate my old times with you. I knew nothing would make up for you, but I wanted to make me believe like a fool that by means of these arrangements, these decorations and everything that would help me remind our home and you, I would make your presence felt, here with me. I used to sit on this couch and sip my coffee - and earlier I used to make two cups of them - and imagine... Until when I bought that fish and named it after you.”
I looked at the aquarium, flustered. I saw there a man in a cage, again.
“You know what the funny thing was...I used to go to him half naked after my bath, I would talk to him like I would do with you. I used to fantasise it's you watching me...”

I couldn't help but smile.
When Ananya had informed me about that fish, I had imagined Meera walking naked in front of it, and I had tried to figure out if she would be happy. I thought it was foolish, then.
But how come, even our stupidest fantasies were the same.
“Are you going to take it home?”

I asked.
“No. I know a child here who’d like it. I’ll give it to him. Why would I need a namesake when I have the real Krish?”
She grabbed my arm and leaned on my shoulder. I could see love in her eyes.
She touched my face with her palm.
“Krish. Let's move today itself. I don't want to stay here anymore.”
So fast was the change in her mind that I failed to grasp it.
“What happened?”
“I wanted to leave everything here. It’s a wrong address!”
“What?”
“Krish. I lied about that man, that man,” She pointed to the door.
“His name is Vivek; he was here to meet me... I knew him. Didn't I tell you about... about a man with whom I tried to go on a date before I...I slept with Das? I had gone with him to... to the Square. Krish, please... I know you wouldn't like to hear it, but I don't want...I mean, I want to tell more about it.”

I just nodded my head.
“He is a garden plants and pets shop owner; I had met him when I bought this aquarium and the plants at the balcony. At the Square, I went with him to the hut, and... I got intimate with him... we didn't have sex but we had touched and pleasured each other. It would have gone too far, but I freaked out; like I told you, I felt regret. So, after that, I kept myself away from him. He has been trying to contact me, but I told him to leave me. And lately, I’ve been ignoring him. I think he was here to meet me... I thought I should ignore him. He must have got the message when he saw you. I... I lied because I thought it would disturb you. I know you won’t like my past poking in between you and me... but I fear it will keep coming back in my mind. Let’s go, Krish. I want to go home, as early as right now!”


She leaned forward, holding her arms around my neck. She had become warmer. Perhaps it was my mind that got warmer. I smiled at her reassuringly. My hands crawled around her and I kissed her eyes and forehead.


Whenever she came up with a confession – it had by then become a déjà vu – it had nothing to surprise me yet it never fell short of surprising me.
This time more than the confession, her willingness to confess on her own made me feel better. She wasn't confessing because I demanded it but she felt she was redeeming herself. That's what I wanted. I feared forced confessions would propel self-hatred.


Now, I was beginning to feel truly home.


She had made up her mind. She didn't want anyone else to show up at her doorstep, seeking a ‘wrong address’. And she packed her bag immediately.
When seated with me in the car, in the front seat, she looked at me and smiled. I knew what she was thinking.

“Back in the front seat, huh?”
“Of course back. Never let me take the back seat again, Krish.”
I leaned on her and kissed her on the lips.
“Never.”
She hugged me tight and our kiss got only intense. The way she looked at me, smiled at me, touched me, and even the way she breathed, made me realise one thing.
She was proud, owning me again.
We had lunch at a restaurant on our way home.

“You know what, in the eyes of a man staying alone; it would be a good standard of living. But if you ask me, to be honest, it's still a mess!”
Meera commented, inspecting my living room at my house. She was trying to be dramatic. I saw it a mile away.
“Stop it and speak your mind, baby!”
She faced me and put her both arms straight on my shoulders.
“Really?”
She was still hesitating.
I nodded.
She bit her lips. Her face was glowing now and she seemed unaware of it.
“I know, yes, I am not normal... but I don't know...”
But her eyes explained it far better than the words she chose.
‘Then make love to me. Make me feel normal...’


I smiled.
“You are already normal, Meera. You know what you want.”
I said and lifted her in my arms. She laughed.
“I want you!”


When she saw I was taking her to our bedroom she panicked.
“No... not in that room!”
I ignored her.
“Don't. He doesn’t own you anymore. Let me claim you back.”
I said and laid her on the bed.
I noticed her studying my face.
“What happened, baby?”
“Why you are not bothered to ask where I was last night?”
Her question would have caught me off guard and forced me to introspect, but not this time. I was comfortable under my skin.
“Am I not bothered?”
“You seem not bothered.”
“I'm bothered. But I have decided to move on. I know you have something to tell about it like you had after Vivek showed up. I can read it in your eyes.”
“Then why aren't you asking me anything about it? Are you not concerned about what I do?”
“Of course, I'm concerned. But I'm choosing to focus on our future. I'm trying to help you let bygones be bygones. I know we'll be talking about our past in the coming days; I just don't want to rush through them because I fear we may end up comparing each other's mistakes. Rather than looking at them as our mistakes, I would like to see them as our life experiences. I want to see them as casual incidents.”
She looked at me unbelievably and it looked like she was learning new things about me.
“Wouldn't you be hurt if I had had sex with Vivek at the Square?”
“Of course, I would be disappointed that I shared you with yet another man. But, is there a cure for that? I have let it all happened. Whatever happened to you, in some sense it was due to my mistakes. I cannot blame you alone. So let's better move on.”
“If you could blame it all on me, would you have forgiven me?”
She was clearing every doubt that bothered her. She was now interrogatingme. However, I was ready to face her.
“Meera, have you ever done something that put hundred percent blame on you?”
She looked totally confused.
“Meera I want to tell you about something now. That day when you had let Sunny take you to this bed, I was hiding here, under where we are sitting right now. I was leaving for somewhere when I saw him coming for the money which I didn't have. You know how the situation was then. I didn't want to show up to him with my lame excuse. So I chose to hide. I didn't have the chance to tell you because you were in the shower. Then I heard you answering the door, talking to him, making coffee to him, and then him taking you in here. And it had hurt me like it would have done to any loving husband in this world. I thought how you could do that to me. I believed you let me down. It devastated me. And I wanted to stop it. So I made that phone call from here, and cut it before you answered it. It wasn't your luck that had saved you that day, Meera. It was me.”
She was shocked at each sentence I spoke and she struggled to breathe. I could hear her heart pounding.



“Oh my god. You knew this... All along... Oh my God!"
She put her palm against her mouth and cried.
“I can't even think... Oh... My... I'm so sorry, Krish...I let you down...”


I stopped her.
“No. Don't be so sad. Meera. This is where we both have often failed to understand each other. It wasn't that tough for me to have faith in you after that. There was enough proof to have faith in you. You know, I had just left a missed call. I had just left a reminder about me. If you wanted to commit the wrong act, you still had every opportunity to proceed. You could still have Sunny to have you. You could have called me back and tried to confirm if I was actually coming back. But you chose what any faithful wife would do. You took it as a chance to escape. You told him I would be coming back soon and sent him away. Didn't you?”

I thought she would stop crying. But she didn't. This time though, it wasn't guilt. I wiped her tears with my hand.
“And you said you were excited in bed after that. Same thing happened to me. Though I was devastated at the moment it was happening, I was excited in bed after that. And I was able to do so because I had stopped it. We had stopped it. If we had failed to stop it, I'm sure it would have been hell different. We would have looked at each other and at ourselves with contempt, wouldn't we?”

She nodded slowly. She was now calm.
“Why didn't you confront me about it then?”
“I respected you always for your trait as a woman who can stand on your own. I didn't want to look like I stopped you and saved you from hell. It would have been an insult to you, wouldn’t it? You are the one who should call the shots for yourself.”
“Is that why you chose not to speak about when you knew Mr Thomas had tried to hit on me?”
“When I leave you with another man’s company for a drive or a coffee date, it’s based on the belief that you are capable of knowing what you are and what you what. That is my way of thinking. I am not a husband who expects my wife sit under my shadow.”
The look on her face now satisfied me.
“Our journey since the day that you mentioned has been progressive if we introspect. Nothing did happen overnight; we were in love; there has been not even a single moment where I had to question that. So whatever was happening to us, we didn't really feel the need to stop. We weren't doing anything. I would like to think it like it was happening to us. I'm just happy that you've come back to me at the end of the toughest road. That's what matters to me the most. What you did with Vivek or Das don't bother me anymore. I have you, and I have your promise that you'll be mine...”


She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, and slowly opened her eyes.
“Yes, you have. Forever. I love you.”
She hugged me tight and kissed me. Warm, lovely kisses.
“I love you too, baby.”
I said, my fingers caressing her hair.
“I have noticed you taking the blame for many of the mistakes I...”
She began to speak, but I put my fingers across her lips, “No, no comparison on who did the worst sins...I’ve told you why.”
She nodded reluctantly.
“All right.”
We kept staring into each other’s eyes, silently, for long enough to induce smiles that lit up our bedroom with love.

Soon we both were on our knees, kissing, like a newlywed couple. It wasn’t anything like the kisses we had shared from her house until then. This time it was lust. It took us just a few seconds to realise how hungry we were, for each other. To realise how much we both had been waiting for this all along. I could feel the excitement growing within my skin and spreading all over my body. I knew it would be no different for her. I was hungry for her warm lips, she wanted my tongue.
“Oh, my... Krish...uh...”
The warmth of her mouth quickly drove me into an absolute frenzy. I drove my tongue into her mouth and she pushed hers onto me.
My hands crawled inside her top and I touched her bra strap behind her shoulders. I anticipated unhooking it, as I felt my mind rushing faster than my hands. I felt goosebumps. I slowly felled her on her back on the bed. Her eyes were locked on mine. The wait was finally over. My love, my wife, my soul was back in my life, in my arms, in my heart.
I felt her gorgeousness was mounting at each moment, and the word beautiful wouldn't seem justifiable to portray it. She looked beyond the limit of verbal compliments.
As I looked into her beautiful face, wonderful black eyes, I realised one thing. She was a drug. She could bend my mind and give me anything she chose, and yet make me believe that’s exactly what I wanted. She had that power. She was a woman.
I knew I would be living with that threat, forever. But it was okay. I was up for it. I was a man.
“Make love to me, Krish.”
She whispered.
My lips soon travelled downward, through the neck down to her mountains. She lay on her back and pulled up her top. I helped her and she lay wearing a white bra that had her lovely melons hidden just the half. I dived into their middle and took a deep breath.
“This smell, I still remember them.”
I blurted.
She smiled and slid her strap off her shoulder.
“Have them, baby. Bite me, my love.”
Her brown nipples were erect and I knew why.
I sucked them each and mauled them with both hands. She moaned. She writhed in slight pain when I bit them lightly. When I lay on top of her, she locked me between her legs. I soon unhooked her bra and tossed it aside. She urged me to remove my shirt and then pushed me down to the bed to lick my chest. She sucked my nipples and ran her fingers all over my torso, following it with her tongue, waking all of my buried desires of lust. Her tongue ran over my stomach downward and it simply evoked goosebumps in me. She took her time to reach but then wasted no time to unfasten my pants and pulled it down with my jockey; freeing my dick that stood pointing to the ceiling.
“I wanted to jump on it the other night.”
She whispered.
“Then why didn't you do?”
“I just didn’t; my bad luck.”


She wrapped her delicately beautiful fingers around it and licked its head. It was amazing to see her luscious wet tongue making a full circle around it.


“Don't take it in your mouth, it's unhealthy. I've read it somewhere, recently.”
I said with a smile.
She had a naughty smile on her lips.
“You've read it, huh? I've done enough research on it, boy! It's perfectly healthy.”
She simply put it in her mouth, all the way into her throat.
I let out a silent moan, with my mouth open, as I watched her soft lips rubbing along its dark skin. She tightened her lips, even more, when she pulled it out, driving me crazy.
“Oh my god!”
She smiled and licked her lips.
She grabbed it again with her fingers firmly around it and jerked it a few times, looking straight into my eyes. I loved it. She was amazing. She was a goddess worth worshiping and she was worshiping me. I watched in disbelief as she bent further down to suck my balls. She held it with her left palm and sucked it into her mouth slowly, and when she left it, she continued to run her tongue upward through the skin under my dick. And when she touched the head, she went all the way down on it, once again making it touch the back of her throat. Soon she was driving it deep into her mouth, driving me crazy and ecstatic. It was going to be the best blowjob I'd ever had. I felt I had never been treated like this before. Soon she got up on her knees.

“I want more.”
She panted and pulled me up.
I got up and stood in front of her, and she grabbed my dick again. I stood there with my legs firm on the bed, while she knelt and sucked me hard. Her hands descended to my thighs and I had my hands on her head. Her teats were rubbing against my knees as she sucked me passionately. I moaned and stroked her hair with love.
And soon she was making me fuck her mouth. When I hesitated, she looked up into my eyes,
“I like it slightly rough.”
She demanded.
It was a shame that she had to demand that.
There was no stopping me thereafter, as I was pumping my dick deep into her throat and she never made a sign of struggle. She wasn't the one I used to know two years back. She was a woman who wanted sex and expressed her wants. I wasn't the one to hold back either. When I reached on the verge of my explosion, neither of us made an issue of it. I just let out a moan and shot my warm juice into her mouth and she swallowed it.

When she pulled out, there was nothing on it. No trace of my cum. But she squeezed it and made the last drop out of it and licked it like a chocolate.
“That was wonderful.”
She said.
“You are wonderful.”
I said.
“You are unbelievable, baby.”
“I have done it a lot of times in my daydreams about you.”
She smiled.
“Only daydreams?”
She smiled shyly.
“Well, none of them was this good.”
I patted her cheek.
“Mmm. I like these types of confessions.”
She bit her lip and licked it. Her mouth looked a bit dirty but nothing short of the marvellous beauty that she was.
I bent down and kissed her mouth. Her lips were softer than they were fifteen minutes ago. It just let me lose my mind. And what started as if a winding-up kiss, soon turned out to be a maddening one. She pushed her tongue into my mouth and I sucked it like thirsty.
“You've become too crazy.”
She commented.
“Oh really? What about you?”
“What about me?”
“Let me check!”
I pushed her to the bed and jumped between her legs. She was ready.
“Isn't it too soon?”
She asked.
“I can't wait, honey!”
“But no tongue business.”
She warned as I started to pull down her pants.
“What?”
“Please.”
She had something awkward to tell me.
“What please?”
“I can't have your mouth there, today. I will... We'll have you tomorrow...”
I knew why. Some types of rejections are highly arousing. I smiled, and it made her ease and smile.
“Let's see.”
I pulled her pants and rubbed my face to the thin cloth that stood between me and her lovely triangle. She cried when I touched it with my lips.
“Please, don't. I beg you... Krish!”
I ran my lips along the flawless creamy skin of her thighs and mauled her ass cheeks inside her panty. Then I pulled it along her legs, revealing her dark lips, wet with warm juice. She was leaking. I wanted to slurp it. But she grabbed my hair at the right moment.
“Aahh...”
It hurt when she pulled by my hair.
“Don't even think about it.”
She warned.
The unknown reason for her denying herself from the pleasure of cunnilingus drove me crazy. We both knew what the reason was. I was already up with my organ and I knelt between her legs soon.
I rubbed the thick end of my dick at her entrance, between the soft lips, and she moaned.

“Put it in... Krish... Please...”
She moaned.
Her voice had turned hoarse, and she was a woman badly need to be fucked.
I split her lips wide and rubbed my dick into her clit, and she gasped for breath.
“Oh, my...”
I paused and looked into her eyes.
“Where were you last night, my dear?”
She exhaled, with her mouth wide open. I pressed again.
“Tell me.”
“I was with Desai. Aaah...”


Desai. I took a quick run across my memory and found him. His thick lips. Hands and face.


“He's a big guy... It's surprising how you...”
“He's ugly looking...I know. But it just happened.”
“Okay. It happened.”
I said and pushed myself into her.
A big, sudden push and she moaned.
She was smooth and welcome.
She had licked all the wetness from me, but she was well lubricated her own, and it was all set.
I bent down to kiss her once. And then started moving my ass back and forth. She gave me a dreamy smile and pulled her legs up into the air, quite effortlessly. I grabbed them and held them close to my chest and began pounding her deeper.
I just loved the sight of my dick piercing her wet hole after so much wait, and I just loved the look on her face. She was enjoying it the way I had never remembered her. I rubbed her clit with my left thumb and her body began to convulse with it. I was tough on my dick and thumb assault, though the speed was slow. I cherished each thrust I made into her and she moaned to ensure how she was living it. I once pulled myself out and held my dick in my hand and banged it across her lips and clit.
“You've learnt a lot from those ladies.”
She managed to say.
“I've learnt, huh?”
I held my dick and poked it into her ass hole. She panicked.
“Oh, my... God! No!”
“What?”
I pretended surprise.
“Not now.”
“What not now? Is it again Desai interrupting me?”
“No, it's just me. I want you here. Now...”
She touched her pussy and I smiled.
I held up my hips, held her legs wider and then rammed my entire length into her.
“Aaaah...”
Meera let out a loud cry this time, as her cunt swallowed my dick again.
“Ohh...it feels so good...”
She moaned and lifted her head slightly to glance at my dick now buried deep in her hole.
She lay with her eyes fixed at mine as I regained my rhythm of controlled pounding into her deepest until I dropped her legs to the sides and bent forward to bring my face right on top of hers. She put her arms around my neck and moaned many times how much she loves me and kissed me as many times. I too wrapped my hands around her shoulder to lift her into a passionate embrace, as if to match our heartbeats. With each thrust I made into her, I sensed her breasts dancing and rubbing against my chest. I bit her soft lips for long and started moving my ass faster, pumping deep into her, making her whole body writhe under me. Then I transformed myself into a beast and rammed into her with brutal pace, and she threw her legs into the air and cried like a helpless woman.

Soon she screamed high into her first orgasm, louder and like music to my ears, to mark the beginning of the new chapter in our life. I shot my second burst of life into her very soon. She turned to me and hugged me tight when I finally lay spent beside her, trying to control my breath.
“Huh...it was awesome.”
She panted.
I replied with a long kiss, despite us both struggling hard to breathe.
“Welcome back, honey.”

I whispered into her heart.
Throughout that evening, we cleaned and arranged our home. There was light everywhere. A couple of neighbours visited is and congratulated is in our reunion.

In the night, we made gorgeous love, again in our marital bed.
In the morning we stayed late in the bed, cuddling and chatting silly things.
Every now and then, guests from our memories poked in our talks and we were able to tease each other for the choices we made. Sometimes it would embarrass us, sometimes it turned us on and sometimes it made us laugh.

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Chapter 57.2

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For lunch, we went outside.
Meera asked me about Nikita. She didn't even know her name until then. She expressed her desire to see her once. I didn't ask why.

“She has left this city forever.”
I told her.
In the night, Meera asked me if Nikita too had given me a blowjob. I didn't hide anything and ran a detailed description of my time with Nikita, as insisted by Meera. Like a story, she listened to it.
Immediately after that, I found myself lying on my back in the bed, enjoying another deep-throated blowjob from her. She sucked me hard till the end and then jerked me to shoot into her open mouth. The sheepish smile she had while swallowing it all underlined her submission. There was no stopping me when I jumped between her legs after that. I slurped her canal and worked my finger deep into her. She moaned in ecstasy and grabbed my hair.

“Oh, my...aaah...”
She pressed my mouth into her and I plundered her clit with my tongue. She screamed high to an orgasm before I subjected her to another round of assault with my hard dick.

Our lives were back into its full swing, and better than ever before. The reality and dreams were blended so evenly that we had no track of which was drawing us forward.


Wednesday she went back to work. I accompanied her and met her colleagues. They wished her all the best for her mending with her ex-husband. One of her friends mentioned she knew it was going to happen sooner or later.


“She missed you so much. She never stopped talking about you.”
I noticed the glow on Meera's face when we met Meghna. She was equally happy for us.

We then met Mr Das in his office. He was surprised.


“You were a reason for our slide, unfortunately. But fortunately, we're back together because of you. So I guess we can stay friends.”
I said and shook hands with him.
I noticed the large desk in his office and mentioned it to Meera in the night.
“It was really good. Wanna try?”

She asked me with a naughty smile.
She was ready. Soon she was made to bend over our dining table and I became Mr Das for the night.
Saturday we attended Das' adieu party. Meera stayed mostly by my side. She was a bit concerned about bumping into Sushil Desai but fortunately, he didn't show up.

That night Meera handed me a condom.
“What's this strange custom, honey?”

I didn't hide my surprise.
“Own me completely, my love.”
She said, rubbing her ass against my crotch.
“Oh my God!”
I was going to watch my dick experiencing itself piercing her ass and it was more fun than I had ever imagined since I had heard Mr Das doing it to her.
"I had dreams of that!"
She said when we finished.

Then one day she opened up about the night with Desai. We were sitting in the living room, in a warm embrace.

I remembered her awkwardness in meeting with Desai on the party and mentioned it to her.
“It was before our patch up, so you don't have to worry about him. Consider his chapter a closed one.”

I advised.
“Yeah I know, but it’s not easy to forget it.”
She said. I asked her to explain.
She explained it all.
”When we had our brief arrogant chat over the phone, I was very upset. I had actually called you to know if there's any chance left. And it only put me in a more miserable mental state. I was so negative, that I didn't even believe you. I thought it was Ananya with you. You know I had told her about my plan to go on a dinner date with Vivek to the Square. So I imagined she must have told you about it and then hooked you up for the idea of having a night there. I hated her even more. I called her once, but she didn't pick up; strengthening my doubts. I lost my mind and hired a taxi immediately to the Square.

I looked everywhere, in every hut but I couldn't find you. I still didn't know what I would do if I found you. I just wanted to see you perhaps. Perhaps it was the fear if we have come to an end that would deny even our dreams.
I could have called your mobile number, but I didn't want to accept that I was looking for you. In the end, I thought I lost you and I was devastated.
I had no one. I wanted to cry.
Only then I realised how hard I was longing for you, only when I lost you completely. I felt being rejected, rejected not only by you but also my life.
I went to the bar and thought of having a couple of drinks before leaving. A couple of guys tried to hit on me but I ignored them. Then Sushil Desai showed up. I have known him through a number of our official gatherings. And of course, at Das' house party too, where he tried to know me personally. When I told him that I'm single, he had started to show more interest in me. I had rejected all of his date proposals. None of them was indecent, by any means though. He looks a big guy, but his behaviour was always soft. So when I saw him at the Square, I didn't try to avoid him. I told him I was alone because my friend didn't show up. He got me more drinks and me...I honestly felt good at that moment that I had at least someone to have drinks with. There was some scheduled dance performance going around, and after that, everyone was dancing. There was loud music. Music was so loud that we barely heard each other. At one point he said it's too loud to stand and talk there. I feared he was implying about the huts. I had finished my drink and I insisted for another one, hoping to remain around the dance floor. I was stupid.
Desai was drinking faster than me but it seemed nothing affected him. He was always in control; he made not a single gesture that suggested me of any danger from him. How stupid I was.

You know he had to lean against me many times to make sure we heard what we were speaking bit he never tried to touch me the inappropriate way. Then he spoke about the huts. He asked me if I had ever gone to the huts.

I said no.
He said, "That's good, you should never go there, no matter how close is your friend. Nothing good happens there."
I found him too funny to believe.
“How do you know?”
“I know. I've heard about it. And I know you too must have heard about it.”
“Oh really?”
“Did I say anything wrong?”
“Nothing wrong unless you're planning anything to try it...”
“What?”
He hadn't heard me.
“I said are you trying to get me in the?”
He still didn't seem to have heard me. He looked at me with his mouth open gesturing what I said.
He leaned against me, "it's too loud here. I can't really hear you."
He looked at the mad crowd and shouted, "See, everyone in this place is knocking into each other!"
I found him true.
"Let's go somewhere more comfortable to talk."
“But where? I was doing to have another drink.”
“Oh not so soon again. You'll have to give it a break. We'll go to a new place and I'll buy you a drink. But it should be your last of the day. After that, I'll drop you home. No more drinks tonight then!”
He held my hand and guided me out through the crowd, out of the crowded zone.
“But where are we going?”
“I know a place. It’s calm. Peaceful. Yet all the fun remaining. I promise that. That's what we want now, isn't it? Not this chaos!”
“That's true but I wonder how you ended up in here in the first place...”
“I would have joined that mad crowd there, Meera. It's you, actually taking me out here.”
I had to follow him.
He guided me out of the Square and I was sitting next to him in his car very soon.

In twenty minutes drive, we reached a place I never expected. His flat.
While walking with him and while standing with him in the life anxiously, I reviewed myself whether I should trust him or not. I had believed him more than I should have. I realised it the moment I stepped into his flat.
He attempted absolutely no formalities; he closed the door and immediately grabbed me. He pressed me against the door and kissed me right away. Before I could spot it coming, his lips - thick as you might have noticed - they completely crushed mine. He was stronger than I could imagine. I was disgusted and I wanted to shake him off me, but my attempts never left an impact on him. I couldn’t even say no clearly, he was that strong in his kiss. He squeezed my chest with his both hands. It was painful. Then he moved his face down to my chest, madly kissing and rubbing his face into my breasts over the cloth. I wanted to stop him but I couldn’t. No voice escaped my throat. He unzipped my dress from my back which I noticed only when he pulled it off my Shoulders, and pulled it down to the ground despite my ordeal against it. I yelled him to stop. But he invariably pressed my both hands against the door and kissed my breasts over my bra.
I shouted his name to stop him, only in vain.

He wasn't listening to my cries, and he pulled my bra straps too and bared my chest completely.
“Wow. Just the way I imagined. Lovely.”
He said greedily and opened his big mouth to suck them.
He crushed my nipples. I begged him to stop hurting me. But he had no ears. He sucked them each, harder than it thought someone can ever do with their mouth, and he chewed my nipples to deliberately evoke pain.
I cried in a weak voice.
I realised how stupidly drink I was. Even my voice was gone.
My shouting and cries brought about no effect on him. He bent down, moving his lips down my belly, licking everywhere around my navel and the underbelly. He pulled my panty when he went further downward. I was too groggy to realise what the hell was happening to me. I was completely nude, standing in front of this monster inside his huge flat.

I had gone completely senseless and weak by then. I made no attempt to stop him thereafter. Neither did I try to hide anything from him. He simply brought his face against me, forcing him into my middle, and he inhaled it with his large nose.
“Mmm... Yes...”
I heard him say.
He spread my legs slightly at first and then pulled my left thigh over his shoulder, allowing him to get inside them. He pressed his face further into me, and I soon felt his mouth touching my... Down there...I couldn't look down to see what he was doing... But I couldn't help to let out a voice. It came right through my throat, and I was and of it immediately.
“See, you're wet, bitch.”
I heard him say, adding to my embarrassment.
I was stunned, but I couldn't look down because of the shame for all of my defence was proved false. It was like my body wanted it.
But what's more stupid than saying only my body wanted it, not me?
It was unbelievable.
I thought about the night with Shekhar.
I was expecting him to finish in a couple of minutes, as he had done like the first time, but he had gone on to pleasure me with his non-stop action until he brought me a rare orgasm. I had helplessly made to enjoy that. And here, when Desai put his tongue inside my wet spaces, plundering into me like I never could imagine, I cried helplessly, and I knew I was enjoying it. I just simply didn't know how to deny those pleasures. It was like I was hiding my true self under a fake skin and I was suddenly pulled out of into the sunlight. I wasn't being forced to have sex with him anymore, but I was being forced to be honest with me.
He pressed his mouth harder and caught my... those soft things... My lips between his thick lips... He crushed them without mercy and made me cry. I was, honestly. I was crying out of pleasure by then. He was undeniable. Had hands roamed around my thighs and my butt cheeks, squeezing them harshly. Crushing my flesh. He was very tough and tough, wherever he touched.

He pushed his tongue deep into my hole, and I often mistook it for his finger, it went so deep. I held onto his head to balance myself and cried louder. Once he had enough,- I was close to hitting am orgasm- and I was shamelessly disappointed when he did- he got up, licking his lips with his tongue.
“You taste so good, Meera. Just the way I imagined. Lovely.”
He said and lifted my nude body in his arms. And he walked into the hall and sat me down on the edge of a large table.
“Just hold a second, honey.”
He said and pulled up his shirt over his head to reveal his muscular heavy body. His broad and hairy chest freaked me out instantly. Then he hurried to lower his pants, I saw his clothes dropping to his ankle and his penis swung up into the air. It was really big and it stood almost horizontal to the ground. It was a big one, matching his body size. With a noticeable curve to the left. I couldn't stare at it for long. The thought of it going inside me dreaded me. Desai held out his left palm.

“Spit!”
He demanded.
“What?”
“Spit into my palm.”
I spat instantly.
“Some more.”
He grunted again. And I spat more times.
He quickly rubbed it around his penis. Then he held it straight, between my legs.
I began to speak but I was interrupted by a push on my chest and I was laid on the table; with my legs hanging in the air. He grabbed them both and held them high to pull me close to him. I knew what was going to happen, but I could say nothing.
He sent held his penis in his hand and shoved it into me. And it was a push!

I let out a loud cry... He was very rough. He didn't care at all that I was in pain. For him, I was tight enough for his penis.
“Yes, it's tight. Just the way I imagined, honey.”
Desai blurted out and pushed again. Again, and again. Soon he was pumping it in and out of me, making absolutely no deal about my cries. I was rolling my head on the table, hi my grinning every time he pushed.
It was like he knew I would stop crying soon like he knew I would start enjoying it. And he confirmed it after five minutes of the deep assault.

“You like it, honey?”
Only thing is could do was to let out a helpless moan.
I rolled my eyes back and held my legs upward, trying to concentrate more on the pleasure that was increasingly suppressing the pain. He occasionally squeezed my breasts and slapped either side of my thighs as he pleased, and they made me submit to him completely.
The orgasm in had felt approaching me had vanished during his brutal assault but it was soon reappearing. I had definitely started liking the way he was giving it to me. He was driving into me deeper, and longer, with each push his groin hitting into me hard.
I panted, and then with a heavy groan, he shot his load into me.
He groaned like an animal and pressed himself deeper into me, I felt his warm... as it spurted deep into my...I knew he was filling me with his live seeds and the only thing I could do was to watch him have the pleasure of his life. I could see him grinning. And I laid there watching him to come to a finish. The only solace I felt in my mind at that time was that I still had since after pills left in my purse.
Once he was finished, he pulled me up and kissed my mouth intensely and I desperately submitted myself to him.
I felt like I wanted that kiss. Then he pulled away from me and walked to the washroom.
I sat there, panting heavily, before coming down to earth. I was in a pathetic condition, for sure.
Honestly, I was hit with a pang of disappointment.
I was close to an orgasm twice, yet I was denied it both the times.
But I felt okay and I tried to feel good for it was finally ended.
I cursed my fate and picked up my clothes from the floor near the door and walked to his bedroom.
My drinks had no effect on me anymore. I was done. I was destroyed. But I was content. I felt I deserved this. I didn't cry at all. I felt this was some sort of humiliation that my fate had found for me, for what I had done to my husband. Here I was used like a street whore by a man, and I was denied from having any kind of fun from it despite making myself fall to such a pathetic level of dignity.
I thought I truly deserved this all.

I took a quick shower to get his smell of my body,
When I was back from the shower, properly dressed, Desai was waiting for me in his bed.
“Come here, my lady.”
He said softly.
“I know you haven't met an orgasm yet. And I want to stay here with me tonight. So where do you like your dinner? Do you like it here or do you want to go outside?”
I stood there stunned.
It wasn't over. The man wasn't finished. He might run all the night. He wanted to make me cum. I looked at his face, then to the king size bed he was sitting and sweeping his palm slowly as if to tempt me with the pleasure awaited me there.
I was feeling tired instead of excited.
“I'd like the dinner here only.”
I said slowly.
“Perfect choice!”
He got up quickly and patted on my shoulder.
After dinner, he took me back to that bed and laid me at the centre of it. At the end of another round of deep fucking session, he made sure he filled me with another load of himself, it left me completely exhausted, and I dozed off quickly out of tiredness.
I woke up early in the morning with his hands playing with my nude body under the blanket. And then he split my legs once again to make me cry aloud.
Tales of my wife's sexual adventures. This one didn't turn me on somehow.
“It was a bang, wasn't it?”

I asked when she finished.
“No.”
She said immediately.
“I had enjoyed it. But yes, it was forced.”
“So it was a bang.”
“No, it wasn't.”
“Perhaps it was a bang that you had enjoyed because your rapist was skilled one...”
“You're joking, aren't you?”
“Of course, I am. I know bang isn't enjoyable in any sense.”
“Oh, I feared you've joined the perverted group of some men who'd believe bang could be enjoyable. It never does.”
It was amazing how she was guarding against Desai. She didn't hate him for what he did to get, for sure. She rather wanted to blame herself for it.
“So your partner was skilled, wasn't he?”
“I had enjoyed it. It was a forced one bit never a bang. By the way, are you jealous?”
“Of course, I'm. He had a large penis, didn't he? Thick, and curved, and pointing to the west where the sun rises every Saturday night...”
She pushed me away.
“Shut up, you moron...!”
“Moron is your friend. He forced you to sex and you can't even feel angry enough to kick his ass.”
She grinned.
“Do you want to kick his ass? Like you did to Das?”
“Not a bad idea. What do you think?”
“Fuck you, my love!”
“Oh please, let's do that right now.”
“Okay, how about this? No sex tonight!”
“What! Oh, no! See I'm already up. Listening to your grieving stories...”
I showed my dick poking out of my clothes.
“Well, I won't let you. But you can sure try forcing me!”
She said, running to the bed.

A week later, we visited the Square and she urged me to take her to the hut.
“I can't believe you did nothing with Nikita here.”
Meera expressed her fake disappointment.
“What should I have done with her?”
“You should have let her suck you. Or at least had her shake your thing.”
“Well, I have you for that, don't I?”
I touched her shoulder and in no time, Meera skid herself to the ground and knelt, and immediately began to suck me vigorously.
“Did you help Vivek cum into your mouth?”
I asked later.
“No.”
“Do you regret it?”
“I would have if I hadn't had you back.”
Next Thursday, we went to airport to see off Das and Neerja.

“Do you mind if I had sex with Neerja to help her attain some sort of redemption?”
I asked Meera as soon as the old men walked away with his wife.
Meera looked at me and then at Neerja. We could now only see her fat ass.
“Neerja? She's not a threat to me. Go ahead, help her, please!”
And we burst into laughter.
One day I suggested her to visit Ananya. She thought about it and agreed.

“Okay.”
We visited Sam and Ananya next day. They were really happy. Sam and I had already met before that and they were aware of our reunion.
Sam knew nothing about his wife, though Ananya had some awkwardness to face Meera and me at the same time.

Next day Meera came very happily from her office. She and Ananya had sat through it and patched up completely.


“Really? You guys talked it all?”
I asked.
“Yes.”
“Oh, God. You guys will be sharing a lot of things about me.”
“Have we started it already?”
“Really? Well, what are we planning today?”
She bit her lips. And then put her tongue out in a very cute way.
“Let's visit bathroom!”
I knew what exactly that meant.

[sarit11]

Chapter 57.3

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Every morning as she stepped out of the shower, I watched her in wonder. She never seemed to be the woman I had slept with on the previous night. The change that the peace of mind and life had brought in her was tremendous. She had transformed herself into a stunning work of nature. Though she looked her age – perhaps for the hardships she had been through for such a long period of time – her figure looked nothing short of a stunner. She wasn’t the lean, skinny type. But she had it in her that commanded a lot of attraction from wherever she went and whoever she interacted with. I watched in wonder how the eyes of the opposite sex chased her, irrespective of them being single or not. For me, she was an irresistible combination of love and sensuality; and I felt proud to own her again. Her ability to behave totally unaware of how attractive she was indeed added to her allure. Many nights I found myself at her feet, cherishing her delicate ankles and every time I would wonder how come I had never noticed the same thing in any women I had ever seen in my life. Watching her face while she talked to me or anyone else was something I wanted to go on for her extraordinarily alive face would make me anticipate the moments of happiness or love or anger or sadness – each one a marvellous work of nature.

Many times when she talked silly things it would make me watch her without caring what she was talking about, only to catch the moments of glory as it happens. I was the happiest as I ever knew of me.
We talked about everything. Many stories we shared painted the picture of our respective lives we spent in solitude for past two years.

Six weeks into our reunion, on a Friday at noon, I had a phone call. It was Nikita. I was surprised.
“Hi, Nikki. What a surprise!”
“You cheat!”
“What?”
“I'm pregnant.”
“What!!”
“Don't you remember what you did that night?”
I was too stunned to speak further.
“We had no precautions. And I forgot it later, I actually never thought about it because it was with you. I was too busy with the mental struggle at dealing with Jija Ji. You know how it was...”
“What are you going to do now?”
I asked.
“At first, I thought I should never let you know. Then Didi told me about your reconciliation with your ex. So thought you - you should know. There's nothing you should worry.”
“What do you mean?”
“Vikas is very happy about it.”
“What!!”
“I think you've got great eyes, Krish. I won't mind raising your child.”
She said and cut the call.
My heart was pounding hard.

Was that a prank?
I asked myself.
I hoped so.
It was 31st March. She must have mistaken it for 1st April.
I prayed.

That evening Meera had news for me.

“Desai is asking me out for a dinner tomorrow. What should I say?”

What should I say?
What should I do?
What should I choose?
These are very simple questions.

When she asked me one of those, every moment in my past when I had to make a decision resurfaced briefly in my mind. Every moment, when I was asked to make a choice.

Our life is all about the choices we make in our life. And this was the moment to decide which side of the thin line I truly belonged to.

It was the moment to proclaim that I knew who I was. And knowing me was proven more important than knowing my wife.
I looked deep into her eyes and spoke.
“No.”
It was a simple word. But it often takes a hell lot of muscle to mouth it when it is most required.
And I had conquered it.
I had said no.

She smiled at me and typed a word on her mobile and sent it presumably to him. I didn't ask what her reply was.
I wasn't bothered about it. Instead, I was still wondering whether Nikita was playing a prank or not.


                                                          --------The end--------

[sarit11]

pagal73
A sincere appology

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To the writer Krish-999

First I started reading the story somewhere in the middle of part-2. I got attracted by beautiful narration and psychological twist. I felt it amazing and read the part-1 also subsequently. I found a lot of incoherence with my limited understanding and got tempted!

I fell in prey of my own anxiety and started interacting in forum. I think, this is a grave mistake. There is always a question of influencing author with your unwanted comments. Comments for encouragement and comments directed to veer the story line are entirely different. When you comment about a finished story, you are sharing and educating writer along with learning --- a process of mutual understanding and healthy future. But when you are in the middle of the story, specially when the writer has not made up his mind about the finish, you are bound to influence him with your foolish comments. In my heart, I have a feelings of committing a grave mistake in this form of influencing the writer and that also not unknowingly. It was a deliberate act, for which I apologize sincerely. I will be happy to listen that, my comments did not have any affect on the writer, for which I can only pray.

If you ask me to write a line of any story, I will miserably fail. In spite of that, as a reader, I can definitely criticize a work, as a reader has that liberty. But question will always remain about the time when you do so.

Once again, I apologize to the the great writer.

Thanks.

krish_999

This one seems deep from the heart. I am compelled to reply here against the tradition I've been following lately here.


I would definitely like to defend myself here, that I am not influenced by any of the comments here in such an extent that I have moved away from the course of the story I had planned in the first place. I always had the basic line of the story written on a piece of paper [ Yes, I write my stories on a paper first, and then I type it on mobile/pc as possible. I recently found it a way to improve my writing.] and the climax, especially.
Yes, there are some points, that I had introduced later to that original storyline, one, for example, the introduction of Vivek into the story- but such devices were not influenced by the comments - at least I think so. They were twists that were meant to be introduced to the story as part of improvisation.
Now, all the comments here especially yours and Breville's and a number of others who were discussing rather than asking, have helped me a lot in finding the loopholes which I would have missed if I had been all myself. It was like I was constantly being fed where I am standing at the moment with my characters. You guys have so far have helped me to bring this story to the conclusion I have been hoping for from the day I had planned this part II. I am grateful to you for that.
So, my point is, my friend, you do not need to accuse yourself of things I am not conviced yet, and you don't have to apologise.

Looking forward to more comments, discussions, encouragements, ratings and of course, criticisms.
The final update is coming this Sunday.

Thank you all.
Love.
Krish.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Thanks for the story sarit garu

[showstopernew]

Try to post or continue Krish_999's "No One dies a Saint" story

[krish_999]

Thanks for giving credits bro

[Wildman]

part 3 is available or not? wanna see more of meera

[Ramesh_Rocky]

part 3 is available or not? wanna see more of meera

Part 2 is the last one

[Wildman]

Part 2 is the last one

yeah i know.. but its my request to author to continue this awesome erotic novel

[koolme98]

this is so amazing erotica.... Thanks Krish...

I've read it again and again

[krish_999]

this is so amazing erotica.... Thanks Krish...

I've read it again and again

Thanks for the wonderful words buddy

[ajith2203]

Hot story

[Jeevanantham]

Hey Kris... Why don't u rewrite this in Meera's version.. please consider it

[rajis]

good narration keep posting this type of stories

[koolme98]

this is so amazing erotica.... Thanks Krish...

I've read it again and again