Adultery No One Dies a Saint (Completed)

[krish_999]

Chapter 4

Atul

It was already eight when Atul reached home. Most of the wedding decorations had been removed. A few rented sidewalls lay at one corner of the courtyard.
“Where were you Atul?”
His dad was at the door, furious. “Anvita’s friends had come. It was your duty to greet them at the door. You have no manners, don't you?”
“I’m sorry, dad. I forgot. I totally missed it.”
“Your sorry can't undo anything. When will you stop acting like an idiot?”
He never missed a chance to berate him. Atul hated his dad for that. He walked inside.
“Go and talk to Anvita. She’s very sad, son.” Mom said.
Atul nodded and walked to his room upstairs. All his effort was aimed at not to reveal how drunk he was.
Vikas showed up. “And come back for dinner,” Said the elder brother. Atul knew he was teasing him. But he did not risk opening his mouth to him.
Not this time.
 
Anvita was lying in bed, facing away from the door. The first thing he noticed was the curve that formed from her narrow belly to the round hip from where the curve travelled down through the edge of her thigh to the knees. It was beautiful and her thin floral dress merely enhanced the view.
Atul took a deep breath and slowly closed the door.
I shall skip the dinner now.
He could literally feel his rock hard member rubbing against his thighs as he walked closer.
“Anvita.”
He sat on the edge of the bed. Anvita turned to him and he saw her eyes. They were red. She stared at him from top to bottom.
“Anvita...”
“Are you drunk?” It took him no time to sense the change in her voice.
“Uh... I had gone to drop George uncle. He didn't leave me without a beer.”
Anvita sat up in the bed.
“He didn't leave you? Are you a child, Atul?” She raised her voice.
“I didn't mean that, baby. He was persuasive.”
He was certainly taken aback by her attack.
“Nice excuse. Do you know my friends were here? I waited and waited... I called you a hundred times...”
“I had left my phone in the car. I thought I would leave in a minute... but uncle and Leona were...”
“Come on Atul! It is just the second day of our marriage. Do you think this is what I expect from you?”
Atul was beginning to feel the heat.
“It’s really sad to see you like this.” Anvita shook her head.
Atul really felt for her. She was absolutely right. He was stupid.
“I am sorry Anvita. I know this is very wrong. I am sorry.”
She ignored his apologies and looked away. She was really hurt. He could see it. He cursed his decision to entertain George’s persuasions. He cursed himself. He suddenly felt he seriously lacked communication skills to talk to his wife.
He was hit with reality. You are married. You can't make a single-minded decision on the spot like you used to in the past. You must do a little more math before doing these types of silly...
He was rueful at himself again.
Anvita lay in bed facing away from him.
“You are not coming for dinner?”
“We all had dinner with my friends, Atul. Go, have yours.”
She replied in a low voice.
Atul stood there watching her curves a few more seconds. His erection was long gone.
 
In the morning he apologised again. She hugged him lovingly.
“I am sorry too, I was harsh. But please make me one promise: don't come home drunk like last night.”
 
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Anvita was everybody’s favourite in a couple of days. Her jovial nature won everyone’s heart including the neighbours. She behaved friendly with youngsters and showed respect to elders. Her wavy hair was the talk among the girls. If there was one who was far from impressed, then it was Atul’s father.
Rajyavardhan was a tough looking dairy farmer and mill owner. He rarely smiled at anyone. His choice to command respect was by means of intimidation. Atul was cautious about the likelihood of Anvita coming under his wrath for silly mistakes. But he knew it was inevitable.
Atul’s mom Sangeetha lived a fearful life under her husband. Her advice to daughter-in-law mostly centred on the tips to avoid Rajyavardhan’s rage. Anvita was getting uneasy under the situation. She once discussed the matter with Atul.
“Why does everyone fear him? He acts like a military commander!”
“Leave him. He can't be negotiated.”
Atul said.
“Why?”
He had no answer.
 
One of her neighbours eventually spilt the beans.
When Vikas was studying in college, he was involved in a silly altercation with another student. The boy ended up beaten by Vikas, and the boy’s father ran into Rajyavardhan to complain. Rajyavardhan took the incident as an insult to him, and his way of redemption was unique and mad. He beat up the father of the boy first, then the boy, and finally Vikas. He broke right legs of all the three. Rajyavardhan spent two nights in jail but he never regretted his actions. He said he did not like the way the boy’s father talked to him. For him, respect was the biggest asset. He never tolerated disrespect.
There were more such stories about him that frightened the children and adults alike. Anvita seldom walked in front of her father-in-law after listening to them. Vikas once showed her the scar of his broken leg. She since never complained to Atul why he was so scared of his own dad. However, in a few days, Anvita learned a few issues between them. One was his purchase of an expensive apartment is town when he got his job. Rajyavardhan expected his son to help him financially in his business, but Atul was not ready to settle for a mediocre accommodation. Atul’s decision to disobey his dad had almost expelled him from the house, a neighbour told Anvita.
 
Atul found Anvita very easy to reconcile with. She would get offended at his silly mistakes – well, he usually found them silly until she points them out – and would get over it before he started negotiating. She was like a sunflower. She sought brightness only.
 
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In the night Anvita stopped Atul from undressing her completely. He was surprised.
“I don't want to intimidate you with my hotness.”
Her naughty smile betrayed her. He was relieved.
“You scared me. I thought I would miss it all.”
He gestured at her.
“You want this all?”
She leaned forward and pressed her lips into his.
“Why don't we switch off the lights instead?”
He suggested. She agreed.
However, her warm breath was enough to push him off the edge, as she lay in the darkness and he climbed on top of her. She moaned slightly as he once again pushed inside her.
“Oh my... Atul...uh...!”
He felt her inner lips swallowing his hardness and he lost track of his movements. Every bit of his planning was washed away as in a storm and it began to rain inside him. He sensed his strength melting, and he fell on top of her, panting, and the only thing he could do was to kiss her hard.
“I am sorry, honey.”
He ended his night again with a sorry.
 
Even though Atul improved a lot in a few days, they both learnt the harsh truth. It was nothing like they had seen in the films. All it takes were a few seconds or a couple of minutes to reach up to the peak. One he hit there, there was nothing he could do. But unlike he feared, it was not such a bad thing. Because Anvita never seemed to have any issue with it. She always kissed him tight when he fell on top of her, exhausted.
“I love you, baby.”
She would whisper to him. Every night they happened to be the last words he remembered to hear.
He repeatedly asked her if she was happy with the way their nights had improved.
“I am very happy, Atul. There is nothing you need to worry. I love you.”
Her reply was the same every time.
And he believed her, every time.
 
 

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