Adultery No One Dies a Saint (Completed)

[krish_999]

Chapter 33

Anvita

It had begun right on the dance floor. When he was dancing with her, while she was facing away from him, Varun's crotch was rubbing against her back and Anvita sensed it immediately.
“What are you doing, Varun?”
She caught him when they moved away after the song. He laughed it off. But it became more deliberate on the next song. This time his hands ran along her sides, caressing along her curves.
He walked her to the counter for a drink.
“Why don't we go back to our table?”
Anvita asked.
“You ask a lot of questions, Anvita. You have changed.”
He pushed the tequila toward her. As they gulped it down, he yelled.
“Another.”
“No.”
Anvita protested. However, when it arrived she was quick to grab it.
“It’s fun. Come...”
His arms went around her and he kept them tight as they ground together on the floor. Later, he pulled her aside to a corner and she saw his face coming closer to her. She wanted to move back but was failed in her attempt by the wall behind her and she immediately thought it was her mistake that she couldn't stop him.
"Stop it, Varun."
She laughed. She had liked the warm kiss he placed on her lips.
His hands were behind her, touching her, lightly.
“Let's go to them. Atul will be looking for me.”
Anvita slurred.
They visited Atul a couple of times and to Anvita’s surprise, Atul was not looking for her.
When Atul volunteered to help Radhika, Varun grabbed Anvita’s hand and brought her back to the dance floor. In the middle of the song, he was cosying up with her again. It went on for a little.
“Come, I’ll show you something.”
She never asked where he was taking her. She was in the lift and she felt warm. Then she was standing in front of stairs.
“Are we going home? Where is the lift?”
Anvita was lost.
“Where’s Atul? I can't walk this...”
Two strong hands swept her feet and carried her upward. Anvita threw her hand around his neck.
“Where are we?”
“We are going to a special place.”
Varun smiled.
The white cold wind hit her legs, she hugged him tighter, her arms around his neck. He walked into a jungle and Anvita was lost again.
“We are here? I thought we were going to the rooftop.”
He put her down and hugged her.
“It’s cold here.”
She complained.
“Let’s...”
She could not complete as he swallowed her lips. Soon she felt warm, as he pressed his body against her and kissed her more, softly.
“What are you doing, Varun?”
She found her voice when he stopped.
“I have been waiting for this so long, Anvi. I can't wait anymore...”
“What!”
“Come...let's sit down here...”
He sat her down, his hand around her. The air was slow down there, and Anvita felt good. He kissed her lightly again.
“Come closer, Anvita.”
His lips were all over her face and neck. Anvita was tempted to shake him off, but somehow she could not. Slowly, he was caressing through her hair.
“No. This is wrong. Varun...”
And he leaned further to lay her on the floor. Warm kisses followed. Anvita looked up and saw the dark sky only. Her head was spinning. His voice was a whisper.
“This is right. Anvi... This is my gift.”
“Oh my god. No... I can't do it...”
“Anvita...I know how much you will like it... it’s between us... I’ve seen what Atul gives you every day...here...”
He grabbed her hand and brought it to his crotch. A shiver went through her whole body as she touched his throbbing meat. It was hard and big and Anvita was scared to wrap her fingers around it. “Hold it...feel it...”
Anvita swallowed. Before she could decide what she was doing, her fingers had wrapped around it.
“You are going to like it...Anvi... trust me...”
He said and lay on top of her. She pulled her hand off him in the struggle. A moment later, his lips were again on hers, and her body stiffened as she felt his hand under her dress, reaching for her panty. She could not speak a word. He took just a second to pull the tiny cloth aside and then he gave a push!
“Uhh...!”
Anvita let out a cry. His push had done it. She felt his thick meat-head breaking into her body, and she failed miserably to contain him. He pushed slowly down, and Anvita felt it slowly entering her.
“aaah...”
Her moan was panicky. Varun stopped moving further and kissed her again, lightly, as if to comfort her. She struggled to breathe. She was going to cry. And she already knew her cry was not going to stop him.
Suddenly there was someone speaking in loud voice and laughter. Anvita let out a hoarse groan and Varun moved away. A man and woman walked toward the edge of the terrace, too busy in their own world. Anvita breathed and tried to get up slowly but Varun stopped her.
“Relax, stay.”
He whispered and she did not try to move further. Varun observed the couple for a few minutes and then slowly turned to Anvita.
"Varun...no...”
She whispered. But she made no attempt to stop him as he kissed her again. He went all the way kissing her lips, eyes, nose, chin, and around her neck. She was stuck as though in a trap, and she was beginning to enjoy the thrill of embracing something so dangerous. She felt an unknown tingling between her legs. He soon climbed on top of her and split her legs, this time Anvita was anticipating it. She was ready to welcome something that she knew was capable to destroy her. He kissed her mouth and sucked her lips and tongue. She opened her mouth and let him savour her tongue’s warmth.
“You ready, my dear?”
She heard his whisper and her reply was a subtle moan. She was too shy to verbalise how she was longing to feel him between her legs. As in sleep, she split her thighs a little more, as if to make him more comfortable.
“You are my dream, Anvi...”
Her eyes were closed when she felt his hand between her legs again. He pulled her panty aside again and touched her, and she could not say even a single word, despite her lips were free. She lay still and sensed her body turning into something else, as his fingers found her entrance. 
For a fraction of a second, she saw Varun sitting in his couch at Radhika's house and pulling out his hard member.
She anticipated the moment of his thick meat pushing into her, gasping.
“Varun...”
“Its okay, Anvi... believe me...”
He comforted her.
Anvita remembered Atul.
My Atul.
Tears rolled down her eyes, yet her hands clung tightly onto Varun.
I am sorry. I give up.
Varun had positioned himself as he prepared to breach her line of dignity forever.
“What the fuck are you doing, Varun!”
Anvita heard a shout and then there was light everywhere. Or at least Anvita felt so. And she saw him. Varun got off her and crawled away.
“Oh shit! I am sorry...”
“Anvita!”
Atul’s voice was a cry. Anvita sat up and looked around.
“I...I...”
She was at loss for words.
“I am sorry Atul... I am sorry... Anvita had slipped and fallen down here... and I was holding her... but I got carried away... Oh shit! What the fuck was you doing, Varun! You...”
Varun blurted and yelled at himself, and he slapped his own cheeks left and rights, more than a couple of times. Then he fell at Atul’s feet.
“I am extremely sorry, Atul. Forgive me. I didn't mean to do this...”
Atul shook his head and moved away. He studied Anvita’s clothes. They were still intact.
“Are you okay?”
He asked her.
“I am sorry Atul. I don't know what happened to me...”
She cried. Atul wrapped his arm around her.
“It's okay. Nothing happened to you.”
He consoled her.
“Atul am really sorry. Don’t mistake us. She felt like throwing up and I brought her here to get some fresh air. I am sorry... I didn't mean to do what you witnessed. It was...”
Varun kept pleading and Atul stared at him. He held Varun’s hand.
“It's okay. I understand. Wipe your tears Anvi. Let’s go now. Radhika is waiting for us.”
Anvita’s mind was dizzy. She could not think of anything. The tingling sensation between her thighs had vanished. Despite Atul's peaceful stance, she couldn't face him.

Radhika had slept in the car. It took some time and effort to wake her up. And they had food at a roadside cafe, mostly silent.

Back at home, Anvita hugged Atul tight and cried.
“I know I've hurt you, Atul.”
“No, you didn't. I know it happened because you both were drunk.”
Atul was calm. Anvita shook her head.
"No...I should have resisted him. I should have slapped him. But I couldn’t even push him away when he fell on top of me...”
“It is okay. You were trying to stop him. I saw.”
Anvita looked at him unbelievably. “Did I?”
“Yes. I saw it.”
“Thank god. My life would have ended. What a fool I was!”
She kissed him and melted him. She loved him more than ever. He was so lovely and so kind.
“I love you Atul. I am so lucky I have you...”
“I love you too.”
The kiss grew wild and soon they were making out in their bed. She undressed him and licked around his chest. Her hair fell over his chest and trailed downward as she licked her way further down. A minute later, she was sucking him. She shook him madly and sucked on him, and worshipped him. She took his balls in her hand and licked it. Atul was unable to breathe.
“Anvi...aaahhh....!”
He was in heaven and he very soon announced his eruption. He exploded in her mouth and she swallowed it all.
“Do you like my taste?”
He wondered.
“I love everything about you...”
She smiled, wiping across her lips.

Later, as Atul dived deep into his sleep, spent, Anvita lay nude under the blanket. Her mind wandered through her memories, and her mind got stuck with one moment riveting. She felt the tingling sensation suddenly returning to her, down there. She pulled up her clothes and touched over her triangle. She pulled aside her panty slightly.
How did he do it? How did he put it in?
It was impossible. But it had happened. He had put it in here. Anvita was wet. Her finger got wet and wetter as it plunged deep inside. It was not good. But it was different. Anvita closed her eyes and tried to relive the sensation of having him inside. Her fingers plunged deeper and she felt good.
Varun!
Varun was on top of her. He was sucking her lips and she was allowing him to suck her tongue too. And his was cleverly guiding inside her. And then he pushed it inside her. It was wrong, hell, but it was so good!
Anvita felt ashamed. She was ready for him and she let him have his way. She was moving her hand rhythmically, slowly. Anvita felt she was lying at a lone beach and she felt the waves of wetness around her feet. It drenched her from inside.
When she woke up in the morning, she thanked God for it was all just a dream.
A mad one.
She did not want to accept that she was awake. She was not ready to live with remorse. Atul was sleeping, and she looked on at his calm face. He was as cute as ever. Anvita smiled and hugged him tightly. Her fingers had no wetness now. She still remembered how wet they were a few hours ago.
Varun! How did he do it?
Yet, her husband was sleeping so peacefully.
Something will remain a secret forever.
Anvita snuggled closer and kissed him on the chin. She ran her fingers around his face and it aroused her.
Even he was aroused when we were home. She knew. Why? Anvita was far from drunk now and she could now make out why he was so aroused; because his wife could have been fucked by his friend. Or it was so close to happening.
Anvita’s lips pressed into him tightly and Atul opened his eyes.
“Don't wake up, my baby...”
She whispered.
“Oh. I am, already...”
“Really?”
Anvita’s hand crawled under the blanket and reached his member, hard like a stone.
“Mmm...You are so awake.”
She wrapped around his pole and kissed him again. He responded well and sucked her lips passionately.
“Thirsty?”
Anvita chuckled.
“Hungry!”
Atul pushed her and laid her on the bed and slowly climbed on top; she split her legs, giving him space. A minute later, he was plunging into her and she welcomed him into her deepness with a moan.
“Mmm...Atul... my love... I am all yours... make me yours...”
Tiny mumblings fell out of her lips until he reached the highest of his game and filled her wetlands with his warm juice.
“You are on pills, aren’t you?”
Atul remembered suddenly. Anvita was a little disappointed but she easily hid it under the veil of a pleasant smile.
"You are asking it now? You’ve dropped all of it already... I am filled.”
She wrapped her arms around him.
“Don't worry. I have it under control.”
She added.
It was just the second time they had made love in the morning. It was refreshing.

The incident had distressed Anvita than it apparently did to Atul. She remained silent most of the time. She felt ashamed of the fact that everything was her mistake and her lack of self-control. She should have pushed Varun away from the dance floor itself. She should have slapped him when he tried to kiss her for the first time itself. But instead she had not only allowed him to kiss her, but she had also gone on to enjoy it like a whore who's lustful as well as desperate.
"I'm so ashamed, Atul."
She cried.
"It's not your fault, Anvi. Relax. We had it under control."
Atul was firm, "if there was something, do you think this is how I would have dealt with all this?"
"That's your greatness," Anvita shook her head. "You still can be angry. But you are not. That means you're being extra kind to me. I don't deserve it. I know it."

Anvita would have been better if he had slapped her first what she did. Especially after reaching home. She had taken mental pleasure from the thought that she was dangerously close to death.
Anvita couldn't understand it. Am I a desperate woman? She questioned.

Sunday Atul took her to shop. He was around, busy on a phone call at the shopping mall when Anvita ran into Mahima. The latter wore a sleeveless blouse and bright blue saree and looked graceful but an Anvita saw something else in her. A shadow of desperation. And she saw herself in Mahima.
Mahima embraced her warmly.
"You went missing after that night."
She remarked.
"I didn't like your company. In fact, I hate him."
Anvita didn't mince her words about Maniesh. Mahima smiled expectedly.
"He's not as bad as you think. He's actually really cool."
Anvita didn't hide her displeasure. “Cool in what sense?”
Mahima smiled gleefully, “In every sense!”
Anvita shook her head. “I hate him in every sense.” She declared.
“He told me that, and told me why.”
“In my experience, he has no respect for other’s privacy. Please do me a favour. Don't discuss me with him.”
“He doesn’t hold any reservations against you, except he plainly accepted he was wrong the other day.”
“He told you about it?”
“He told me everything. I mean, how you guys collided with each a couple of times, and how you sat on his chest, beating the shit out of him.”
“He said that all?”
He must be a shameless prick to brag about that!
“He said you are one hell of a woman.”
Mahima smiled.
"He doesn't know anything other than my name and that I was very angry at him."
"You're underestimating him."
"I don't care. But I can say you are very close to him.”
Anvita remarked.
“But I met him only twice!”
Twice! That’s too early to sleep with him.
Anvita still had the night afresh in her mind.

Maniesh had held out his hand to her, smiling graciously. But Anvita was shocked to see him there, unexpectedly, she refused to shake hands with him. She turned to Mahima.
"I'm sorry, Mahima. I need to leave now."
She said bitterly and hurried toward the lift.
She was sure Maniesh Sain wasn’t there for nothing. He wasn’t there to wish her good fortune.
He is there to fuck her.
She cringed at the thought. A man so heavily built lying on top of Mahima.
Anvita was wise enough to guess the man was not a driver. He's something more.

When she reached home she wanted to tell Atul the whole story around Maniesh but then decided against it.

Now at the shopping mall, Anvita wished to know if Mahima had slept with him. But she hesitated.
“Are you done shopping?”
Atul interrupted their conversation. Anvita quickly introduced him to Mahima and back. Anvita noticed Mahima studying Atul. Her eyes hopped between the young couple, and she smiled at Anvita showing admiration. Atul waited around the shop as the ladies continued shopping before he got another phone call from someone. He excused himself quickly to meet his client.
“Your husband is quite handsome. Very cute.”
Mahima said.
“I know. Thank you.”
Anvita smiled.
“Do you mind if I fantasize about him tonight?”
“What!”
“Just kidding, dear.”
Mahima laughed.
Anvita did not buy that laugh, though. She knew this woman would do it. And she had lost all the impression she had about Mahima.

When Atul learnt of Mahima’s dirty comment, he was not surprised.
“You know, people often think of me very cute, and younger than you.”
“Come on," Anvita laughed. "You and I look the same age.”
“We look the same age, and that makes me younger.” He said.
Whatever. I hate Mahima. She’s a bitch.
“Your friend is very evil. Her eyes were like... you know she was trying to seduce me.”
Atul added.
Anvita was surprised, now. “How?”
“She was looking at me like this.”
Atul enacted a pose, tilting his head and holding his chest out. Anvita laughed.
“You are overdoing it.”
“Of course, I have to. I don't have boobies as good as her. She got naturally; I don't. I am trying to make up...”
“Shut up.”
They laughed together.
“Well, what did you do then?”
Anvita asked.
“I gestured her to phone me later.”
“I will kill you if she did.”
She grabbed him by his throat and tried to choke him.
“Hold. Hold.”
Atul laughed and freed himself.
“It’s good to know you are possessive!”
“Shouldn’t I be?”
She grinned.
“What do you think about me?”
“You are not possessive.”
“Really?”
He was amused.
“You would've broken Varun's legs if you were. And do you remember when you learnt about me watching a movie with my student? I had thought you’d enforce some strict rules, but you were really...sweet, you know. I felt proud of being your wife.”
Atul looked on as she continued.
“Your confidence over me, that makes me feel proud.”
Atul smiled, “do you know how did I learn about that movie stuff?”
“A friend of you saw me...”
“No," Atul shook his head. "I heard it from Prithvi.”
Anvita’s smile faded.
“What do you mean? You know him?”
Atul nodded, "I met him recently. His dad is a car dealer. I met Prithvi there."
He shifted in his place and continued, "actually, he initiated the conversation. Don’t tell him about it if you happen to see him again. He had seen us together in a theatre, and he thought we were merely lovers...or friends. He later saw me with a couple of my clients - one’s like forty years old but she looks beautiful and the other is younger – and thought of me a sort of a playboy or something. When we met again later, he wanted to talk about you. You know why? Because he wanted to impress you. Do you know he’s very impressed about you?”
“He...he likes me a lot. But...”
Anvita said carefully.
“And he told me about the movie stuff.”
“How come he didn't recognize you? He knows your name.”
“No. He thinks me as someone else. And he thinks I'm single!”
"What nonsense!”
Anvita was left amused.
“You didn't tell him?”
She asked. She remembered how Prithvi had mistaken Varun as her husband.
“Why should I?”
“But you shouldn’t have fooled him.”
Anvita opined. She was thinking inside. Deep inside, she was becoming anxious.
“What did he tell you about me?”
“He’s a true fan. You know when I asked him to introduce me to you, he was wary; he said I would fall for you if I saw you even once.”
“Isn’t that true?”
Anvita brought a smile into her lips.
“There are more. He wants to see you smile all the time and he wants to watch your eyes for long, and he likes to talk with you like forever. And he wants to hold your hand like a lover.”
“Lover?”
“And watch a lot of movies with you. You are so lucky!”
Atul laughed.
“That’s so stupid.”
“Come on. He’s a fan. He’s far from becoming dangerous.”
"I think I should never see him again!"
“I think you should invite him for lunch with us, and introduce me to him. I want to watch his face.”

Anvita was so anxious that she phoned Prithvi on Monday. She was in her office.
“I want to see you. It’s urgent.”
“I was coming to see you. My brother’s getting married. I want to invite you.”
“Only me?”
“No. Your husband too, of course!”
“Do you know him?”
“How do I know? I’ve never met him personally. Will he be home if I come today evening?”
“Come tomorrow. Six o’clock.”
Anvita had no plan to sponsor his meeting with her husband. Atul was leaving for his firm’s Annual Meeting on Tuesday.

Tuesday.
Anvita’s plan to leave early to see Atul off was spoiled by Bobby. She phoned Atul and he consoled her.
“It’s okay. Don't stress over such silly things.”
“Bobby’s a moron!”
Anvita expressed her anger, her eyes watchful of the space around her cubicle.
“Chill, Anvita. You are a rookie. Remember.”
Atul advised.
"Will you be back on Thursday?”
“It’s gonna end on Friday. But I hope I can leave on Thursday.”
“Come back soon. I am gonna miss you.”
Anvita said.
She wondered if he would tell Rajat about the trip. She wanted to ask him not to do that, but she did not know how.
It will give rise to a lot of quotations.
Anvita wished him a safe journey. When she cut the call and turned, Bobby was right behind her, watching her.
“What happened?”
Bobby moved closer and leaned to her. When he spoke, his voice was very low.
“I know you’ve grown very close to Shashank within so less time. But not so close enough to defy Bobby. Do you get me?”
Anvita just stared at him.
“Work hard. And stay away from him.”
He grinned and walked away.
Anvita hated him even more.
Moron.

Anvita’s phone rang. Prithvi was waiting for her.
“I will be late, Prithvi. I am sorry.”
She said and cut the phone call.
As the time passed, Anvita became restless in her chair. She was anguished. When Bobby was not around, she messaged Shashank.
“Shashank. I have something to tell you in person. How about now?”
His reply came in two seconds.
Anvita got up and walked into his cabin.
“Come in, Anvita! Please take a seat.”
His eyes grew big as he allowed them to feast on her curves, yet in a subtle way. Anvita chose not to sit, helping him view her better.
“What is it, tell me.”
“I want to thank you for bringing me forward during the party night, Shashank. I felt honoured. Thank you so much. It feels great to be guided by someone like you.”
His eyes wandered around her lips as she spoke.
“It is my responsibility to welcome and nurture new members of this organisation and I take pleasure in that, Anvita. Especially you, I am really fond of you. I am happy that you came in to tell me this. You are a wonderful girl.”
“Thank you for being so kind to me, Shashank.”
“We should see more often, Anvita. I shall take you for a coffee, one day.”
“That will be wonderful, I can't think of how to thank you. But I am afraid I’m not allowed to do that, Shashank.”
She spoke carefully.
“Who’s stopping you?”
Anvita hesitated.
“No. It’s not right to name anyone.”
“It’s okay. You can tell me.”
His face grew serious.
“But you must promise me you won’t ask him.”
Shashank looked at her for a long moment.
“Is it Bobby?”
She looked down.
“He stopped you from meeting me?”
“He asked me to stay away from you.”
“Okay.”
Shashank shook his head.
“He deserves some music for this.”
“No. Shashank.”
Anvita looked at him, wary.
“I am scared...”
“Don't worry, Anvita. I promise your safety. You can trust me.”
“I trust you, Shashank.”
She said, her eyes fixed at his.
When she left his office, she looked directly at Bobby’s face. She felt good.

Anvita was surprised when Prithvi showed up at her house. She had just arrived, at her usual time. She was exhausted and had sunk into the crouch when the doorbell rang. She looked through the peephole, fearing if it was Rajat.
“I was waiting for you.”
Prithvi said excitedly as she opened the door.
“Why? I told you I will be late.”
“You said you will be late. I decided to wait.”
“Come in...”
Anvita gestured him to come in.
“Where is your...husband?”
“He’s not here.”
“How’s that whenever I visit you, you're always alone?”
She stared at him for long silent moments.
“What happened? Anything wrong?”
“Come here.”
She grabbed his hand and walked him to her bedroom. On the table, she showed him a photo. Photo of Atul. Prithvi’s face paled.
“Do you know this man?”
Anvita turned to him.
“Your... Husband?”
"Yes! Damn you believe it now?”
Prithvi laughed stupidly.
“You are just joking, aren’t you?”
Anvita pulled her hand and slapped across his face. Although a light one, he moved back in shock.
“This is Atul! My husband! And you got none in this whole world to ask for tips to impress me, how can you be so dumb?”
Anvita’s yelled furiously. Prithvi‘s eyes lowered, unable to face her. He was thoughtful as if trying to figure out how he faltered. He swallowed and sat on the edge of the bed.
“No. Don't sit on my bed.”
Anvita yelled. Prithvi stood up instantly.
“Sorry.”
“What about the night you slept in here? Did you tell him about that too?”
“No. No.”
Prithvi shook his head. “I will never speak about that, not even to my friends.”
“I will kill you if you do.”
“I know. You can trust me.”
“Trust!”
Anvita sighed and turned her eyes away.
“I am so sorry Anvita. It was my mistake. When you said he was your husband, I didn't believe you. I thought he is your...”
“Boyfriend?”
“Friend. You had broken your friendship with me. So I met him to know what he sees in you. He made a fool out of me. I was a fool, yes. But please don't break our friendship this time.”
“Yeah. I remember my promise, I will not break it. But there will be punishment.”
Anvita had calmed down.
They sat in the hall silently and after five minutes, Anvita pronounced the punishment.
“Tonight you are going to be my servant.”
“What!”
“Yes. You are going to stay, and you will do whatever I ask of you.”
Prithvi smiled.
“Is that a punishment? I would love to serve you.”
“Stop simpering. I would love to see you serve me. Now stand up.”
“Why?”
He stood up, though.
“If you were really my servant, I wouldn’t have done this. But since it's a punishment, you are not allowed to sit.”
“Can I sit on the floor?”
Anvita put on a bossy expression.
“That is allowed.”
Prithvi smiled at her.
“Thank you.”
But his smile soon faded as she began to hand him tasks after task. Beginning with a coffee making, she made him cut vegetables, wash dishes, sweep kitchen floor, dust shoe-rack and water the plants in the balcony. She expected him to protest. However, he took her instructions rather too seriously.
“You are a good servant. You can sit on the couch.”
Anvita said when the dinner was ready.
Prithvi phoned his dad to inform him that he's staying at his friend's house.
"Your dad really cares about you," Anvita commented. "He has no concern about where you spend the night."
"He trusts me."
"Liar!"
“I'm not arguing with you," Prithvi said. "I will take a shower now. I need clothes.”
“You want my clothes?”
Anvita checked her wardrobe and smiled. She pulled out a kurta and leggings.
“What is this!”
Prithvi looked at her face and the clothes alternatively.
“This is your dress for tonight.”
He stared at her and slowly grabbed the clothes and walked to the washroom.
When he returned, Anvita almost dropped down on the floor, laughing.
“Alright. Alright. Laugh as loud as you can. It’s your day.”
He said, his head high.
“You look so cute in this.”
Anvita walked around him, studying the tight outfit.
“You look exactly a girl from behind, really!”
“It’s okay. I am happy if you are happy.”
He said and sat on the couch.
Later, Anvita gave him a pair of T-shirt and lower to change. He refused.
“No. It’s okay. I am okay in this. I like it.”
“Why?”
“It’s your clothes.”
“Mmm... lover boy! You love me a lot, aren’t you?”
His eyes shone.
“Yes.”
“And you confessed it to my husband first!”
His face turned serious.
“I am really sorry for that. Did he fight with you for that?”
“He laughed a lot.”
“He did that?”
“You don't know him. He’s so lovely. He’s big-hearted and so kind. And you want to win the love of his wife? How can you do that to him?”
“You are mocking me, aren’t you?”
“Yes. You got it.”
“But I love you. I love you a lot.”
She laughed and shook her head, “We are Indians. We must love all of our brothers and sisters, right?”
Anvita took shower and then they had dinner. As they finished, he collected the plates and began to take it to the kitchen. Anvita stopped him.
“Leave it, Prithvi. The punishment shit is over!”
“Your language is very pleasing to hear.”
“Thank you.”
When she was arranging the dishes in the rack, he stood behind her, talking to her. As she turned her head suddenly, she caught him staring at her back.
“Where are you staring?”
“I... I wasn’t staring.”
“You were staring at my back.”
“I was just looking. My mind was... come on! My mind was on what I was speaking.”
“Oh really? Go, sit in the hall.”
She was sure he was staring at her back. But she knew exactly where to draw the line.
Later, as they watched TV in the hall, Anvita felt her ankle aching. Prithvi noticed her rubbing herself.
“Do you want a foot massage?”
“No.”
“Tell me if you want.”
“Do you know how to give a massage?”
“No.”
“Then what the shit are you going to do with my foot?”
“Who taught you that word?”
“I know a lot of dirty words, wanna hear that?”
“No. Madam! I am sorry. This is enough for now!”
He got up and sat on the floor in front of her.
“You told me I can sit on the floor, so this is it.”
He took her foot in his hand and began rubbing around it. Anvita did not protest but in no time she realised he was worst in the job. He was merely pressing and twisting it left and right.
“Is that what you call a massage?”
“Don't you feel comfortable?”
“I feel horrible and seriously doubt you are taking advantage of it; you are having fun touching my legs!”
“Come on. I am putting all my love for you in this massage. I am just learning.”
“Stop this bullshit. Else I am gonna kick you.”
“On my face?”
“On your face!”
“No problem. I will still love you.”
She gave a slight kick on his chest.
“You are taking advantage of...”
“You are taking advantage, actually,” he looked up.
"Me? How?”
“Stop staring at my cleavage, okay?”
He said with a grin on his face.
“What!”
Anvita shouted, and this time her kick was a bit heavier. He grabbed her foot and held it close to his chest. She grabbed his hair.
“You are such an asshole, you know that?”
He just stared at her, smiling.
“Why are you smiling?”
“Where did you learn this language?”
“You will learn too if you keep doing nonsense with me.”
He lifted her foot and kissed at her ankle. She laughed.
“Stop that.”
He kissed again. He rubbed his lips around the ankle and toe, tickling her.
“You know you have beautiful feet.”
“I know.”
He ran his fingers around her calves and kissed on each finger.
“It is so soft ... and smells great too...”
“Try tasting it. Who knows it is yummy too...”
Anvita teased. Prithvi smiled at her.
“I am going to do that too.”
And he opened his mouth and sucked her toes, one by one. She watched, her jaw dropped down, as he smeared them with his saliva. His tongue darted between her toes and Anvita’s teasing gave way to amusement. He raised her foot further and licked under it, tickling her. It was astonishing, and Anvita was left amazed, her lips parting. He grabbed other foot and rubbed his face between them. He stroked behind her calves and licked around her ankles.
“Prithvi...”
“Do you like it now?”
“What is it...”
“Tell me...”
His eyes were locked into hers. In no way, she could lie.
“Yes. I feel good... but...”
“You taste good. It’s amazing...”
“You are insane.”
Anvita laughed.
“You are simply amazing, Anvita.”
“What makes me so?”
“Atul didn't tell you enough?”
Anvita smiled. Atul had told her enough.
“Is there anything you haven’t told him?”
She asked. Prithvi hesitated a moment.
“Yes....mmm... can I get a kiss from you?”
His eyes shone as he made his long-cherished wish, and Anvita laughed.
“In your dreams only, dear!”
He kept staring at her, still holding a hopeful smile around his lips. She shook her head sideways, gesturing ‘no’ many times, and slowly freed her legs from his hands. As she put them on the floor, she felt cold.
Anvita looked away, biting her lips.
No. I am not going to do that.
When she looked back at him, he was still studying her. On an impulse, she bent forward and cupped her hands around his face and kissed on his forehead.

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