Adultery No One Dies a Saint (Completed)

[krish_999]

Chapter 1

Atul

It was a sight to behold as Anvita was escorted to him across the crowd. Clad in a beautiful golden saree she seemed a stunning piece of work by the Almighty. Makeup was slightly overdone for sure, as it has become a trend during weddings. But nothing could outdo the charm of her beautiful face. Neither could it hide her growing nerviness. Atul sat there unable to take his eyes off her as she walked through the joyous faces of her friends and family, throwing a glance here and there on the move as if to make sure all the familiar faces were right there. And then she saw him. Just like the way it had done to him two years ago when he had met her for the first time ever, and just like it had been happening to him ever since – despite winning her heart – his heart skipped a beat. He could not take away his eyes off hers. She smiled at him. Then he watched all the nervousness vanish from her face, mirroring his own. Her smile had not only lit up his mind but also won the heart of the whole crowd around them.

 

Anvita was the sole attraction at the moment and he watched in sheer pleasure as she walked slowly and sat beside him. He felt like he was being honoured. She was the most beautiful girl he had ever met and she was getting married to him.

“Hi.”

Anvita smiled at him again, making half the hearts in the hall melt with it.

“It’s happening, isn’t it?”

He was tied to her eyes. He could not speak a word.

Yes, it was happening. It was unbelievable.

 

Two years ago on this date, Atul was not even aware of her existence on the earth, until when he saw her at Vrinda’s birthday party. In the middle of the maddening celebrations, there was a moment when there was a sudden blackout. None was panicked; but everyone screamed as if to replace the abruptly halted music, in perfect sync, including the very next one near him. He thought she was a kid. He grabbed her hand in an attempt to comfort her.

“It’s okay. It will be okay very soon. Don't worry.”

The light came back at that exact moment and he knew what had just passed was the last blackout of his life. The girl in his grip looked at him in wonder and he saw brightness filling not only the hall but also his heart. He nodded and released her hand. She looked away for a second only to bring her eyes back at him. He could only smile at her.

 

A month later she said she still remembered that smile.

“I have never seen a boy with such a cute expression. It was magic.”

 

Magic was when she kissed him two weeks later. He had not even started to dream about it.

“Would you like to kiss me?”

She asked him in the middle of a slow song that they were dancing to at a pub.

“No.” He said, “I don't want to miss your smile even for a second spent kissing.”

She was not listening, for sure. Her lips were already on him. It lasted just two and a half seconds but it was enough to make him decide what he wanted in his life.

Next day he knelt in front of her when surrounded by her friends.

“Will you marry me, Anvita?”

His eyes were as radiant as the flower in his hand. Anvita blossomed like another with a gorgeous smile that competed with her own shiny eyes.

“Wow.”

Anvita blushed. The moment she took the rose from him, he pulled the real surprise out of his pocket.

“Will you say yes to me?”

Her eyes fell at the shinning stone of the ring, and it was a sight to cherish forever, for Atul. There was a cheerful uproar among the girls. Anvita, as though a breeze pushed her off her feet, leaned forward to take the ring.

“Yes!”

Her eyes outshined every light and her voice outgrew every sound, of Atul’s world.

Anvita was the most beautiful girl he had ever met.

 

Their parents met as soon as Anvita finished her MCA. She had declared she would take two years’ break to nurture her skills before applying for a job. Atul’s dad was not ready to accept love marriage in his family, but Atul was ready to fight for it until his dad changed his mind.

The wedding was set to happen in the month of November when the cold waves were beginning to form. But it was never meant to affect the warmth of the moment. The crowd was in buoyant spirits, and as were the families of the bride and groom. Anvita’s sister Ankita was right next to her, lending confidence to her during the most important moments in her life. Anvita’s father had only one demand during the wedding preparations: that the marriage should happen only when Ankita could visit from Canada.

 

When Anvita adjusted a button of Atul’s shervani, her friends went gaga over it. She almost shooed them away with a mocking face. She was cute.

The family, the friends, the well-wishers, and a few broken hearts – from either side – watched on as Atul officially made his girl as his wife. Ankita pressed her sister’s arm and smiled at her. Atul was still mesmerised.

“Can you believe it? It has just happened!”

Atul told her.

 

As the couple sat together during the photo session, Anvita accidentally sat over Atul’s palm. He felt the softness pressing on him and they looked at each other. She didn't try to move at all.

“What are you doing, Atul? Can't you just wait some more?”

She asked.

And she watched his nose turning red.

 

When they were leaning on the wall later, he felt her hand at his back.

“Can't you wait some more?”

Her eyes widened. Her pupil dilated.

“Can't wait, my boy?”

She grabbed his back and he jumped away, almost.

 

Anvita was always a tease to him.

“Look at that crowd.” She pointed at the group of girls, “They are losers. You are mine, now. Do you realise that?”

He smiled. “Yes, I do.”

“Then give me a kiss to prove it.”

“Now?”

“I am your wife now; what are you afraid of?”

Atul looked around him hastily as if to ensure his father was not watching him. If he saw it, he would even dare to call off the marriage.

Atul turned to her and leaned to her, almost kissing her, before she pulled away. She blinked at him.

“Good. You passed the test.”

She then waved her hand to one of her friends.

 

Beautiful moments often wind up very fast. Before they knew, the wedding was over. At Atul’s home, Anvita wore an enticing Crimson Red Lehenga Choli and she looked ravishing. He was unable to look away.

“Stop staring me, pervert!”

She scolded him.

He could feel the temperature rising by every second she was near him. He waited impatiently for the guests to leave. His friends complimented him and wished them happiness.

His colleagues had left. His friend Ajay pressed his arm.

“Dude, she’s too fragile. Don't make her cry.”

“What do you mean?”

“Handle with care. Take it slow.”

He wasn’t going to handle anything with care. He hardly knew.

But he wasn’t sure if it was the night. When the marriage happens at night, everything gets delayed. When he finally made to his room, Anvita had changed to a dress that ended below her knees. She was a goddess.

Atul stopped at the door and watched her for once.

“What are you waiting for? Come in here.” Anvita ordered.

Atul’s life had been perfect. He had good parents who helped him get his MBA with good grades that landed him a fine job. He was the most handsome boy in every social circle he ever joined. He was chased by a lot of girls in the past, and the one he had his eyes firmly, in the end, was Anvita. Now he had won her too. It would be a matter of moments for him to melt himself into her like a candle, and to own her forever.

His life was perfect. He thought as he walked over to her.

Little he knew of what was coming.

 

 

 

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