Adultery My Struggles with Trupti by urbanslut

[Ramesh_Rocky]

"Yeah sure." the dude gets up and leaves in a hurry.

"Hi, Malay. How is your tooth?" I politely ask.

"Fine, fine. Listen, why are you being so crazy? Why haven't you returned my texts or calls?"

"I am being crazy?" Somehow this guy brings out the worst in me. "I am being crazy???"

"Okay...okay...sorry, I don't mean crazy like in an insulting way." he says. "I mean...I don't know how to anymore, okay?"

"Okay, Malay, it's okay." I say.

"Listen." he reaches over and grabs my right hand in both of his hands. "I really really love you, okay?"

"Really?" I scoff. "You love me...you LOVE me?"

"Yes, you idiot, I love you...I LOVE you!" he says frustrated. "Why are you avoiding me like this? My sister is about to visit from California. I think you should meet her. And then maybe we can think about meeting my parents."

"Malay, we slept together once and you think you love me? You want me to meet your family?" I laugh. The guy is cute, but please!

"Once?" he throws his head back in surprise. "We have slept together so many times!"

"Are you high?" I laugh at him. "We slept together that day when you had the dental surgery and I took you home. That was the only time."

His shoulders slump a little. He still holds on to my hand and smiles indulgently.

"Ok, so that is the only time I slept with you...as in YOU you. And that was amazing. I know you think I was hopped up on painkillers and maybe I was a little. But I still remember it in detail. I loved it. That is what I am trying to tell you. That was so nice, so pure, so...normal. I love your kooky kinky side, but that time was my favorite. It felt wholesome and healthy and nice."

"So that is what I am to you? A wholesome healthy girl to take to your family?"

"Don't be difficult. You are so much more. I love you. All of you."

"I know how guys like you think. I am the wholesome normal woman to show mom and dad and bring up the kids and take to the soccer practice. While you will still go out and bang Trupti and women like her."

He smiled again. It seemed condescending. And that annoyed me.

"Hey, I love you. And I love Trupti too. I won't deny that all those nights with Trupti have been wild and super erotic. I am not saying we get rid of Trupti. Not at all. I am just saying I also want...you...the actual real dorky you. I fundamentally am in love with you. Trupti is nice to have on the side, but you are the one I love. Do you get that?"

"What the fuck is wrong with you?" I am angry. "You are sitting here and telling me, shamelessly to my face, that you want me as well as Trupti? And still you want me to meet your family? How stupid do you think I am?"

Malay let go of my hand and arched his eyebrows.

"Are you trying to mess with me? Is this some elaborate set-up for a joke like those other times?"

"What?"

"Listen honey...I love you. I love how weird and kinky you are. You are definitely the best sex I have ever had. And you are smart as anything. And have a better career than mine. And you're funny. But you need to dial down on this other stuff. It was fun for a while. But it's like you're getting lost in the character. It's exhausting."

"What character?"

"Trupti Darshan...the character you came up with that night when I called you first? Remember that?"

"What character? Are you insane, Malay?" I ask, aghast. "Trupti is just a character to you? She is a real person. She might be a bit crazy but she is still my friend."

His eyes go big and his mouth opens wide.

"What????"

I look into his eyes and see real worry, even panic. And suddenly, everything I see starts spinning. My heart starts racing.

"Wait...what do you mean Trupti is a real person? You actually know someone named Trupti Darshan?" he is saying.

I stand up with a jolt. The chair falls behind me. What is he saying? What is he implying? Is he trying to gaslight me? Is this a prank?

"Why are you staring at me like that? Where are you going?" he asks in a panicky voice.

I take a few steps back and bump into another couple. Everyone around us is staring. A couple of burly security guys from the event staff come forward.

"Is he bothering you, ma'am?" they ask as they grab Malay.

"I am not bothering her! She is my girlfriend!!" he says trying to shake them off.

"Sir, this is a singles mixer. You might like her but that does not mean she is your girlfriend." one of the guards says.

"I know what this is, goddammit! We are here as a joke!" Malay says and tries to fight them off. I am still stepping away from the whole scene and towards the door. He sees me walk away and shouts, "Honey! Sweetie! Darling! Please wait! You're scaring me!"

I run outside while there is panic behind me. I see Malay fighting the security guys. I keep running. I stand outside the hall feeling seriously confused and sleep-deprived. What the hell was Malay trying to say? I can't wrap my head around it. My head hurts. I need to get home and fast. I open up my Uber app and call a cab. I note the last three digits and the car model. And I wait. Two minutes away, it says.

I am waiting. And I see the black Camry. It pulls over. I open the door.

"Hi...Fariq?" I ask.

"Yes...Trupti?" he responds.

And suddenly Trupti appears next to me, cheek by jowl.

"Yes." she smiles. Pushed me into the car and gets in behind me.

"Trupti! How the fuck did you know I would be here?" I ask as the car starts moving.

"You told me about your Queens singles mixer, remember? So I came to make sure you're okay." she says calmly. "I thought the talented Mr. Singhal might make a scene."

The car starts speeding towards Manhattan. The driver keeps looking in the rearview mirror. I assume he is checking out Trupti.