Adultery No One Dies a Saint (Completed)

[krish_999]

Chapter 34

Anvita

Anvita had decided never to see Varun again. She turned angrier whenever she thought of him. She had begun to feel like a bang victim. She felt like a fool to have allowed him to take advantage of her, both physically and mentally. It was like there was a dormant soul inside her and he had awakened it without her consent, for his fun.
How did he think he could do it? Anvita couldn't fathom.
The fact that he would have done it if not for Atul's timely interruption only made Anvita furious.
And she decided to phone Varun one last time.
“Hello, Anvi.”
“What the fuck you were doing to me, you bastard?”
She spent fire the moment she heard his voice.
"I am so sorry, Anvi. I slipped.”
Varun said slowly.
"Where are you? I want to speak in person; I am going to slap you.”
“Please Anvi. Listen to me.”
“Tell me a place. I want to see you. Where are you?”
“I am not here.”
“Just show me your filthy face and then you go to hell.”
“Anvi... Please...” 
“Fucker, you are running away from me. I swear I won’t leave you without having my palm stamped across your face.”
She barked and cut the call. She was sure he wouldn't show up any soon.

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Tuesday Shreyas had phoned Anvita and invited her for lunch. She had refused him straight away. She was not going to entertain him any more.

Anvita was busy in the office next morning when Shreyas called and invited her again. 
"Atul's not here, Shreyas. I don't feel like we're doing the right thing."
She said.
"Atul is not here, yes, but that's because of me. I owe you something."
"Really?"
Anvita laughed.
"Come on Anvi; I have no intention to challenge your relationship. But I am too thrilled to let go of this chance to be with you. Let’s do lunch. You know it will be so pleasant. I promise you."
Anvita took a moment to think. And this time she relented.
“Just lunch; no drinks,” she conditioned.
Shreyas was happy to oblige.
"I’ll pick you up at twelve o’clock from your office."
He suggested.
"But I can't leave my office."
"You can tell Shashank you are invited for lunch with me and family. Tell him Atul's also invited. He won’t stop you."
"Is that really gonna work?"
Anvita doubted.

When she met Shashank, he had other plans for her.
"We will do lunch together, today, Anvita."
"Shashank...," she hesitated. "I am afraid I am preoccupied."
Shashank was mildly surprised.
"How can you be? I had told you yesterday, didn't I? Anvita, well... this is just for an hour. Just you and I. After that you'll be free for the whole day."
He insisted.
Anvita thought favourably now. She was not feeling good about coming back to the office after lunch outside.
"I have to tell Atul about it. I think he will agree if we make it before two o'clock. Is it possible?"
"I don't think it’s a right idea to tell anyone about it. You are having lunch with your boss. Keep it with you only."
"Atul...Atul is my husband, Shashank." Anvita smiled.
"Oh, I forgot. My mistake. Does he have a say in whatever you do?"
"I have complete faith on you, Shashank. So does my husband on me."
"Then there is no need to tell him at all. It’s just lunch."
Anvita was amused.
She was not going to tell Atul anyway.

Anvita phoned Shreyas and told him her.
"I could not tell him, Shreyas. He said he has some important things to tell me. He was so serious, I could not deny him. I am so sorry, Shreyas. We will consider any other day. Your call."
"My call is tonight."
"Dinner? No, Shreyas..."
"Come on Anvita. You can't turn me down like this."
"I..."
Anvita paused to have a look around her.
"But you must promise me we won’t do anything stupid like last time."
"Trust me."
"I trust you; but I still need your assurance."
She said thoughtfully.
"I promise you."
Anvita took a moment to reply.
"Okay, then."
"Thanks, a lot. I will pick you..."
"No...No..."
Anvita said quickly.
"I will hire a cab."
"It's my pleasure, Anvita...I..."
"No, Shreyas. Everyone knows Atul is not home. I don't want you to become a familiar face in my neighbourhoods."
Shreyas agreed.
"I will send you the address."

Anvita had lunch with Shashank at Omayo. He was a slow diner. Every movement of his was at snail’s speed. And his eyes took pleasure in looking at her lips all the time. He talked his mind towards the end of the meal.
"You have a beautiful face, Anvita. My eyes often get stuck on it. I hope you don't think of me as a pervert. In fact, I wish I was your husband."
"Excuse me!"
Anvita shrank her eyes. Shashank simpered.
"Don't be surprised. That's how much I envy him."
He paused and licked his lips slowly, "Anvita, I have seen many young girls joining under me throughout my career. You definitely stand out. The way you present yourself is commendable. Do you know why I preferred you to be at my side in the official meetings? Because you make me desirable, in a professional way."

Anvita listened carefully.
"Do you know why Manjot chose to sign that deal with us? Because he was impressed with the people around me, which was you. You gave him a very good impression of me and our working environment, like a smart form of advertisement. Mr Manjot believes in having a wonderful working atmosphere as it brings about superior productivity. Manjot is a great businessman. We have a lot to learn from him and gain from our deal with him. Last time when I met him, he had only one demand: you should be there at my side when we’ll have a gathering with him next time."
Anvita saw where he was taking it.
"Come on, Shashank. This is..."
"Listen Anvita, it’s been just a few months since you joined Teckpo. It is next to nothing in terms of experience in this field; almost a zero. But in Teckpo you’ve been presented with a lot of exposure because there is a lot of positivism around you. All you need to do is to let it flow. Do you understand?"
"Yes. But..."
"So there's a lunch coming soon. I’ll tell you when. It’s not a song and dance kind of thing but a simple meal around a table. There will be a number of guests apart from Manjot. And we will welcome them together."
Anvita nodded slowly.
"I will tell you in advance so that you can prepare."
He said in the end.
Anvita was waiting for a cab after the lunch when Varun phoned her.

"Anvi, I am coming to see you. But promise me you won’t hit me."
"Come first," Anvita said stiffly.
"Promise me first."
"Show up first, idiot."
She said and ended the phone call

Soon it started to rain. By the time Varun showed up in his car, it had become heavy pouring.
"Come, get in."
Varun opened the front door. Anvita jumped inside and slammed the door close.
"Easy. You’ll damage my new car."
Varun said.
He was in a tracksuit and carried a playful mood. Anvita stared at him one long moment and then jumped on him.
"You bastard, you would have destroyed my life if Atul wasn’t there. Fucker! And you want your car intact. Filthy shit, I should have known you."
She grabbed his hair and pushed as if to bang his head on the window and tussled his hair.
"Stop it, Anvi."
Anvita pulled her hand and slapped him left and right. Although weak, it annoyed him. He tried to free himself and when it failed, he drove the car forward. Anvita lost her balance and fell onto him.
"Bastard!"
She regained herself and sat back.
Varun drove the car fast and Anvita sat silently. He took a couple of turns and stopped the car in a secluded spot.
"Okay. I surrender now. Slap me."
Anvita was ready with her sandal in one hand. She rose from the seat and slapped him. Varun was shocked.
"My foot! What are you...!"
He tried to move away in reflex but then he sat back. She hit him thrice times, hard. She panted when she was done.
"I am sorry Anvi. I could not stop myself. See it yourself. You are unable to stop because you are insanely angry. I could not stop myself because I was crazily in love with you."
Anvita shook her head.
"Do you call that love? Why the fuck I couldn’t stop you? Have you thought about that?"
"Because you still have feelings for me."
"Don't bullshit me with that."
"Anvi, I don't know how to say this. But I am aroused whenever you come close to me. Earlier it wasn’t like this. But after your marriage and after I met Radhika, when I see you, I am like..."
He looked down for a moment. Anvita looked at him.
"What are you like?"
"I am like..."
He quickly tucked his thumb inside the waistline of his sweatpants and pulled it down. Before Anvita could realise what he was doing and that he was doing it seriously, he had pulled out his dick.
"...like this."
He looked at her. She saw his thick penis, in its fullest size; Anvita’s caught with it a bit longer than she liked. She pressed her palm across her mouth in shock, her eyes baffled.
"I'm always like this. I have nothing to hide from you."
Varun confessed further.
"Are you crazy?"
Anvita looked at his face and penis alternatively.
"Cover it, please."
She said, slowly.
He took her hand and brought it to his member; she began to pull but there was no strength. Her heartbeats soared as she touched him. It was warm.
"What are you doing, Varun?"
Her voice was shivering, as she feared if she would start holding it out of shock.
"Leave my hand, else I'm gonna spit on your face."
She threatened.
"Do it whatever you want. You can use your sandal to punish it. Spit on it to hate, or just hold it to console. But don't leave without doing anything. I can't live with it like this..."
His voice was sober.
She looked at him and saw a lost lover; a loser.

Anvita’s mind raced back in time. A few years ago, on a valentine’s day, she had sat with him in a car like this, expecting him to say the magic words. It wasn’t that he was the man for her, but at the moment she was high on excitement. Had he proposed her, she would have accepted it. And she would have regretted it later. But he did not propose her – for whatever reasons – and Anvita always thought gratefully of him since then. He was capable of holding himself back despite temptations. He was not the one who would take advantage of every opportunity he had. He was not a loser. He was wise.

But here, he was allowing him to be a loser. He had handed her all the power. The power to punishe, hate and console.
"I am not punishing you for sure."
Anvita spoke.
"But I'm not gonna love it either."
And her fingers were wrapping around him.
"I would like to spit on it."
She said. He breathed.
"As you wish, Anvi."
"You look pathetic."
She smirked, attempting to ridicule him. He was still making her hand touch it. He was still trying to make her hold it.
"Wait, is it still growing?"
She wondered, making him laugh.
"I don't know. It’s aching already."
"That's okay. It should know some pain."
She said and this time she held it firm and Varun adjusted himself in the seat, as if to allow her more access.
"What are you doing? Are you expecting me to pleasure you?"
He did not say anything. He pulled down his pants further. She took her hand back.
"No. This is going the wrong way."
"No. This is right."
"How is it, right?"
"Because I have seen Atul’s. He's got a small one."
"Fuck you, damn! He’s not small. You are just bigger, it’s not his mistake."
"Okay. That’s also right."
"Don't say this is what I deserve."
"I was going to tell you that..."
She looked around; the rain had wiped out most of the visibility. Varun grabbed her hand and brought it back to his pole again.
"What arere you making me do, Varun?"
"Console and hate it. Please. Spit on me."
Anvita stared at him for a long moment and then she leaned forward. She grabbed him tight. Her grasp at the base barely reached its half. It looked enormous and it scared Anvita.
If it was allowed inside me, oh my god!
She felt a tingling sensation between her legs. She looked at his eyes and slowly let out her saliva, letting it fall right over the bulbous head. Varun’s breathing got heavier only.
Anvita spat again. And again and then slowly ran her fingers around it, smearing it with her saliva.
And she felt Varun’s breathing and heard his heartbeakts.
"You are a demon, Varun."
Anvita took her dirty hand and ran it over his face.
"I don't love you. I hate you."
She grinned and went down and took his dick in her mouth. Its warm head met with her tongue and Anvita felt dizzy. She went down further and it touched at the back of her throat. She rose back and licked his face as if to blemish his face with dirt. When her lips came close to his lips, he moved and kissed her. Anvita allowed him and waited for him to finish the wet kiss. And then she spat out, right on his mouth.
"I told you, idiot!"
She grinned. Saliva fell over his lips. She kissed him back again.
"I hate you. You look dirty."
She mumbled and spat again, this time into his open mouth. Her hand had started to run up and down over his member, and he attempted to touch her breasts. She slapped him.
"Don't."
She warned.
A minute later, her head went down into his lap, and with it began a furious session of cock sucking, and at the end of it, he groaned. She pulled her head up and shook his penis vigorously, squeezing out a huge load of cum. She spat out what was in her mouth over his dick. It was his cum, and it was a mess.
When it settled, when her breathing was under control, Anvita wiped her lips.
"This is the end of everything between you and me. We are just..."
She thought a moment.
"We are Just acquaintances now."
He stared at her and slowly shook his head.
"And don't ever dream of me."
She added.

Anvita sat in front of the mirror and studied her lips closely.
Can he find out?
She was cautious. She put on another layer of lipstick. She did not want to feel anything for the doubts. Two hours ago, her lips were wrapped around a man’s penis. And it had moved in and out of her mouth for ten minutes.
Ten minutes? Oh, god! Anvita let out a sigh. How did he last so long? She was aware of the truth about what she saw in porn videos; what they project as a man’s capability is far stretched. No one can last forty minutes without being a disease. But she was aware what Atul was giving her was too less. Two minutes are too less. Sometimes it's three, for sure, but many, many times he lasted just seconds. That’s when they do it like routines stuff.
Well, Varun. He had made Radhika cum. Anvita had heard it. And he lasted more than ten minutes of her attention with both hands and mouths. Fuck it, Anvita! She checked her lips again and felt satisfied.
No. Shreyas will have no idea how slutty his innocent date was this noon.
Anvita chuckled.
She wore a knee-length slim dress and chose to match stone-studded sandal.
Shreyas had sent her the address and she reached Mansi’s Dine at seven thirty. Shreyas welcomed her with admiration.
"Thank you for coming, Anvita. I am so happy to see you again."
He grabbed her hand with both hands.
"Don't so formal, Shreyas. We are well past it."
Anvita said.
Shreyas's face lit up brighter.
"You look like an angel. I can't be formal than this."
Anvita laughed.
Shreyas led her to the family dining.
"You said no offensive stuff. That’s why I chose this place. What do you like to drink?"

As he said, the Mansi’s Dine was just about food. And it was insanely impressive. Anvita chose wine and he too chose the same. The snacks were delicious. Anvita was a fan instantly.
I will take Atul here, one day.
She decided.
"You must take Atul here one day. He’ll love you for it. The taste is guaranteed to last long."
Shreyas suggested.
In Anvita’s mouth, she felt a taste from noon. The taste of another man’s kiss; it was still in her mouth. She quickly grabbed her wine glass and took a large sip.
"I was thinking about the same. I will definitely bring him here."
She smiled.
"This is what makes me envy Atul. You are sitting with me and you still have him around you, in your mind."
"There was a moment when I forgot him, Shreyas."
"I apologise for that if it still hurt you."
"If it hurt me! Only if it hurt me?"
"I hope it doesn’t. We had it under control."
Under control.
Today someone else had his way with me and then I had it under control. A few days ago ago he had shoved himself into me and then I had it under control.
Do you call yourself really under control?
"What are you thinking, Anvi?"
"I was thinking about it. We had it under control. It was my luck."
"Leave it Anvi. If it depresses you, stop pondering over it."
Shreyas advised.
Throughout the dinner, he behaved as he promised. He had not come to defend his mistake, but to spend a warm dinner with her. He did not try to hit on her and he did not try to be overly flirty. His compliments were in a gentleman way.
"So you can behave like a gentleman."
Anvita remarked when they finished.
"I am a gentleman, Anvi."
He corrected her. “Last time it was a slip. I was helplessly drawn to you. I came to correct whatever image I had left in you that day."

While riding back home, Anvita felt disappointed for no known reason. She did not want to accept it, but she was disappointed. Shreyas did not look at the lowcut neckline of her dress. He did not stare at her sleeveless arms. He did not steal even a single glance at her waxed legs. His eyes did not bulge when she ate the dessert.
Did he lose interest in me? Anvita wondered. If yes, isn’t it a good thing?
Anvita touched her lips and closed her eyes. The image of Varun’s erect pole flashed in her mind. She remembered how she wanted to grab it. And she remembered the night with Shreyas. She had sensed his hardness. His penis was just like Atul’s. Or like any normal human being. Anvita laughed at her findings. How come Varun got a monster between his legs? Poor Radhika. She will have to bear its torture every night. Or, is either luck? What if she likes it? She gets to enjoy that monster between her legs, every night. Anvita imagined Radhika lying in bed and Varun mating with her, penetrating her with his monstrous head. Oh god. She would cry. Anvita had heard her cry. It was not a cry out of pain, but pleasure.
There was no pain. Pleasure only.
Anvita’s hand reached between her legs and slowly crept upward under her dress. She touched her love triangle and rubbed over her panty. It felt good. The pleasure was mounting and she pulled up his dress a little more and inserted her hand inside her panty. Her thighs spilt apart and she leaned back in the seat. Soon she was driving her finger deep into her love hole. Her lips shivered, and she forgot she was in the middle of the road. She did not want to open her eyes. She wanted to remain where it was taking her. She did not want to think of anything else. In her mind, she saw Shreyas touching her face, gesturing her to go down on his pole. Varun was between her legs, and when he pushed, she welcomed him with a gasp.
It will pain at first. Then there will be pleasure only. like Radhika, I will moan.
A moment later, she felt a sea of waves erupting from inside her, and she let out a slight moan. It was warm and she breathed in a rhythm. She opened her eyes and the first thing she saw was the driver looking at her through the rear-view mirror. He smiled at her.
Anvita looked away, ashamed.
What the fuck have I done?

When she was making the payment to the cab driver at her apartment, Anvita was aware of his eyes. She felt normal now. She stood right in front of him, feeding his eyes, and slowly walked away, knowing where he would be staring at. Somehow she felt good about it. At least he’s paying attention to her. Anvita thought devilishly and stepped inside the lift and pressed the button. Before the door was closed, a man hurried inside. It was Rajat.
He took a deep breath as if to sniff something about what she had done to her, and then smiled at her.
Anvita forced a smile into her lips.
"Back from another date?"
He asked.
She kept smiling and nodded.
"Dinner at Mansi’s Den."
"Just dinner?"
Anvita’s smile faded quickly.
"Stop dreaming, Rajat.
"Let me dream, at least."
”Behave."
"No offence, Anvita."
The lift stopped and they walked out. Anvita slowly took the key from her purse and opened the door. Rajan stopped in front of his door.
"Can we have a small chat?"
"Tomorrow."
She said quickly.
"Stop avoiding me, Anvita. Don’t tell me you are tired. I know you haven't done anything wrong yet. Please stop pushing me to the corner."
Anvita had walked inside and she slowly closed the door without saying anything.
What is in his mind?
I know you haven’t done anything wrong yet.
He had said.
That means he knows he can blackmail me anymore, isn’t it?
Anvita felt relieved. She went to shower and took bath. Half an hour later, the doorbell rang. It was Rajat.
"What is it?"
Anvita was annoyed.
"Please, let me in."
She hesitated and opened the door.
"Thanks."
Rajat sat in the couch and Anvita sat opposite to him.
"Tell me, what makes you sleepless?"
She tried to put up a normal face.
"Anvita, I am not going to force you to do anything. I trust you and you must trust me. It’s like you are someone very close to me and you know my secrets. And I don't know who you are hanging out with. I know you are not sleeping with him. Then why are you not telling me who it is?"
"Why do you want to know his name? What are you gonna do with it?"
Anvita asked him.
"I have nothing to do, but it will help me feel good that you are not using me. Now it feels like you are laughing behind me. Please. It’s a request. You can ask me anything, I will answer you."
"I have nothing to ask you."
“But I have one; just one. Will you tell me?”
Anvita thought for a moment.
What are you afraid of? I have done nothing wrong with Shreyas. Why should I worry?
But Anvita knew Rajat was a wolf in disguise. She had seen his thirsty eyes a few weeks ago. If he knew who Shreyas was, he might want to use it to blackmail her again. In any other day, when Atul’s away, this man could walk into her kitchen and force himself upon her. Anvita took a moment to imagine his wry smile. Can I really stop him?
“Will you tell me, Anvita?”
No, I will not tell you, asshole!
When Anvita finally opened her mouth, she blurted something else.
“He is...He’s Atul’s boss. His name is Shreyas.”

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