Adultery No One Dies a Saint (Completed)

[krish_999]

Chapter 10

Atul

“You are ruining me.”
Atul mumbled and kissed under Ankita’s chin. She smiled at him and hurriedly brought back her lips into his mouth. Her quivering lips were calmed as soon as he swallowed them. Ankita was pressing her body more and more into him, and Atul felt ascended to another world. His heartbeats were soaring and he was suddenly aware of his growing hardness. It was poking against her, and it awakened him. He tried to move back, and this time she parted with him. She was panting. Atul could have used the pause to move away, but he was not quite sure.
Ankita watched him and she lifted her chin and pulled him closer. She was exposing her neck. From the neck, his eyes descended to the valley and he saw tiny hair strands glowing like gold. Atul bent slightly, and she arched back, and he pressed his lips into her cleavage.  Before he could grab her softness or she could allow him to lick it, they heard the door handle moving. They were standing right behind the door and they heard it clearly and it shook them both. A second later, the door was pushed open.
Sahil was standing there.
 
A second’s delay would have ruined their lives together. But Atul had pushed Ankita away before the door was open and he could merely take half a breath when he saw Sahil.
To his surprise, Sahil was very pleased to see him.
“I feared you would’ve left.”
“I…I was leaving but Ankita is...”
Atul stammered.
“He has no time for us. He didn’t even have a cold drink.”
Ankita said quickly as if interrupting him.
“I really like to stay but I can’t. I’m hopelessly late, Sahil.”
Atul grabbed his hand with a big, fake smile. He felt a pang of guilt. He was kissing this man’s wife a minute ago. Atul was itching to wipe his lips before Sahil could notice any wetness on it. With Sahil standing so close to him, he could not do that. Somehow, he managed to remain calm. Sahil was looking at his wife thankfully.
“I was about to call you. Where have you been?” Ankita asked.
“It took more than I thought to settle him,” Sahil explained.
“I thought you’d call as soon as you’re free. We had lunch very slowly.”
Ankita said. Atul noticed how cleverly she shut all the possible windows of suspicion.
 
Atul left soon. As he was leaving, he looked at Ankita and she waved to him. There was absolutely no trace of guilt in her eyes. But Atul found it difficult to cope with it. Back at the office, he was consumed by regret. More than the kiss, the fact that he enjoyed it repulsed him. Don’t I really love Anvita? Am I a fake?
He questioned himself and cringed at his own foolishness.
To make himself feel better, he shopped a new dress for Anvita when he headed home.
 
And poor Anvita! She was thrilled to see her loving husband return from work with a surprise gift for her. Her beautiful eyes grew wider when she looked at him. She hugged him and kissed him, and his heart sank further. If she knew what filthy secret he was hiding behind his fake smile, she would die heartbroken, he thought.
Later he stood under the shower half an hour, as though trying to wash his guilt away.
 
Friday Sahil and Ankita returned to Canada. The whole family was there to see them off. When Ankita said goodbye, Atul unbeknown to all sought for hints of acknowledgement. There was absolute indifference on her face, to his solace. Perhaps it was a clue to move on. As soon as she vanished from his sight, his heartbeats returned to normal and he breathed with ease. He was able to see the world more clearly.
 
 
Though he cuddled a lot with Anvita, real sex continued to elude his life for a few more days. Then, one night, Anvita pushed him down and climbed on top of him. She kissed him and sucked his lips. She pulled up her T-shirt and fed him her softness.
“Do you like it?”
She whispered.
And then he found him up. His hands soon wormed inside her skirt and pulled down her panty. He felt her fingers around his thickness as she pulled him out of his trousers.
“Oh my god!”
He sighed.
“What happened?”
She giggled.
“Nothing. It feels great when you hold it.”
She moved her hand over it back and forth.
“It feels good to hold it…”
She whispered.
A minute later she was sitting on it, driving it deep into her. She was wet. Atul was learning how much she needed him. She had engulfed him completely, and she kissed him with her wet mouth.
“Get on top of me, baby.”
She moaned. Atul turned and rolled his body and lay on top of her, and she locked him between her legs and arms. Slowly he began to move. It was good. So good like heaven. And there came the temptation to go deeper and faster. Two minutes later, he was pounding her fervently and he groaned aloud soon. He felt his hot stream of juice spurting inside her. He panted heavily. Anvita hugged him tight and lay silently.
Before he fell asleep, he heard her tired voice.
“I love you, baby.”
 
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Rajat visited us on Sunday and Anvita refused to talk to him, pretending to be busy in the kitchen. Atul could see why.
“You don't have to avoid him completely, Anvita. After all, he’s our neighbour. Treat him just like that.”
Atul told her later.
“He was talking to my breasts you know that?”
She frowned. He was surprised.
“Really? That bastard...!”
Later Rajat invited Atul for a drink but he refused. Anvita was quite happy at his decision.
 
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Vrinda threw a party on her birthday. Anvita chose to wear jeans and tee-shirt with shrugs, and she looked stunning. He noticed heads turning as they walked into the venue. Many of them were familiar, though.
Vrinda welcomed them with a cute smile.
“Hi, Anvi! Wow, your face is shining! Oh my god!”
Vrinda hugged her tight. She hugged Atul too.
“Thanks for coming, Atul. You look really handsome, dear.”
“Say something new, Vrinda. I am tired of these cute and handsome compliments.”
“Oh really? Just got married and you already started showing attitude?”
She tried to pinch at his cheek and he moved back.
Vrinda turned to Anvita.
“You know you’ve become the talk of our circle.”
“How?”
“You’re my friend, the one who ditched my brother.”
Anvita’s face reddened instantly.
“Really, you bitch!”
“Spare me. It’s not my opinion.”
 “Yeah. I know I am gonna be teased.”
Anvita pinched her friend’s soft cheeks. Atul watched on.
“I thought all the dust would have settled down by now.”
“Well, it did for some, but now he’s here.”
 And they saw Varun smiling at them.
“Look at his face, loser face!”
Vrinda ridiculed her brother mercilessly. Varun put his arms around Anvita, holding her close for one and a half second. Then he shook hands with Atul.
“Couldn’t see you the other day. Welcome to the party, my friend. “
Varun smiled without even a hint of a grudge. Atul was quite comfortable.
 
Varun never in the past had a problem with Atul’s relationship with Anvita. Though the former was perfect in his own way for her, he and Anvita were merely friends when Atul met her. In fact, Varun lost her the moment Atul met her, and he knew it only when Atul proposed her.
Atul had asked Anvita about it later.
“If Varun had proposed you before I did, would you have said yes?”
She had her reply ready.
“If he had proposed me before I met you, I would have. But the moment we met, you owned my heart. He lost all of his chances then and there. You were so cute you know that?”
She had pinched his cheeks and he still remembered her smile. Her reply was hugely satisfying. He felt great whenever he recollected her words.
 
Now, Atul was sure that the people in their common circles would compare him to Varun, but he knew that it would change nothing. Anvita was his. And he took pride in that.
Varun introduced Atul to his friends. He already knew many of them. As they mingled with each other, he found the overall underlying emotion the same as Vrinda had mentioned. Anvita was the girl who had ditched the boy; the girl who ditched her longtime friend for the better looking new one. Well, many girls took Atul’s side also.
“I like your hubby, Anvi. He’s so cute. “
Sheetal commented with a smirk.
“She hates muscles.”
Sarin said.
“Of course I hate muscles. What are they good for?”
Mrs Renuka too liked him instantly.
“Anvita, I’d like to ditch my husband for yours.”
Everyone burst into laughter.
 
The party peaked after Vrinda cut the birthday cake. Varun took everyone to the dance floor. Atul and Anvita very soon became the obvious attraction with their moves. They were at the centre and others tried to match their steps. Together, they were creating a small world for them within that crowd, having a great time.
 
Varun picked up the mike addressed the crowd later.
“Yeah, I know I have the loser tag tonight. It’s a fact that I loved her, but I fell into the friend zone and I have no shame to confess that; you know why? Because I am sure half of the men here would love to take this gentleman’s place...” He pointed his finger at Atul, “...and the other half just envy him.”
There was hooting and whistling from the crowd.
“Because, the girl in the question, is an absolute piece of art by the almighty. She’s Anvita.”
Varun smiled at Anvita and she was definitely enjoying the attention now.
“It’s my bad luck that I failed to make my move at the right time and that gives all the single guys gathered here a lesson. That is, please listen to me guys, make your move ASAP. You heard me, I said ASAP – as soon as possible. That says right now, right here.”
More claps and cheers. He waited for it to settle down.
“Just like you all know, I know that I lost my potential girlfriend but not a friend. She’s still my friend and she will always have a place in my heart. Anvita, to celebrate our friendship I invite you to share a few steps with me on the dance floor. Obviously with Atul’s permission which I assume at the moment as I am damn confident about the friendship I share with him despite him stealing my girl forever.”
Atul laughed and toasted to his words. Varun walked to him and took Anvita’s hand. People cheered nonstop as he led her away from him, to the centre.
“Music!”
As the music began, many couples joined them. Atul stood at one side and watched along with others as Anvita took steps with her friend. People clapped to encourage them which Atul thought was unnecessary. Varun led the dance and Anvita responded quite well. On the third song, Atul noticed Varun’s hand tight around her hip. They were literally hugging each other in the pretence of dancing. Atul felt a twinge of jealousy crippling his mind. An image of George dancing with Anvita the other night flashed in his mind.
Sheetal walked up to Atul and invited him to the dance floor. He politely refused at first but she was persuasive enough to take him to the floor.
However, she quickly learnt his lack of enthusiasm.
“You’re embarrassing me, Atul.” She complained. “You are not putting your heart into your moves.”
“My heart is with Anvita.”
“Imagine me as Anvita.”
“You, Anvita?”
“Please!” She looked adorable when she begged for attention.
Atul held her hands and matched steps with her. She was pleased. As the song ended Atul saw Anvita still in the arms of Varun. He quickly moved away from the floor.
 
That night Atul had an altercation with Anvita at home.
“You shouldn’t have danced with him like that,” He criticised her. “You were in his hands. You should have moved away from him after one or two songs.”
“Are you jealous?”
Anvita laughed. She was going to play it down.
“I am possessive about you, Anvita. You are mine.”
“Of course I am yours. Do you think I became his just by dancing with him? If I had left him midway I would have embarrassed him.”
“Why it would embarrass him, Anvita?”
Atul’s voice was stern as he continued, “It would have been perfect. You know, instead, you were giving some wrong identity to your friendship. I was standing aside like a loser and you were dancing... and dancing with your ex-boyfriend.”
“Mind your words, Atul. He was never my boyfriend.”
She frowned.
“I know that. But I want you to remember that. He’s not your ex. Why do you care for his embarrassment but not mine?”
“What is wrong in your head, Atul? We danced together for half an hour then I danced with him a few songs and you heard his words before that. He values our friendship; he was shutting all the talks that assumed like I was his girlfriend. He did the right thing. He cleared all the air. Then what’s wrong in dancing with him?”
She argued and now Atul was at loss for words.
“But you were dancing like ... very intimate with him ... that hurt me...”
Anvita stared at him, looking down on him.
“Please define your concept of intimacy, Atul. “
He couldn’t say anything.
“You were dancing the same way with Sheetal. What difference we had from that?”
“Come on... don't...”
“What don't? You danced with her, didn't you?”
“I stood there twenty minutes waiting for you and she was asking me for long. I refused at first, but then... I couldn’t have embarrassed her more...”
“If you can...”
Atul held his hand in the air to interrupt her.
“Anvita, when I tell you I was hurt by your action, why can't you just believe that I was hurt? Is it so hard to understand?”
She stared at him and the shade of anger she had begun to wear in her eyes vanished in a second.
“I am sorry Atul.” Her voice was soft. “I am so sorry if I hurt you. I didn't mean it, not even for a moment. I didn't know it when I was there.”
She hugged him. He felt all the tension fading away.
 
Atul had a loving, understanding wife. He loved her. Though she apologised to him, he had learnt that she wasn’t at fault. It was perfectly normal that she had danced with Varun. It was all in the bright light and in front of everyone. Nothing wrong should be perceived out of it.
In the end, Atul regretted arguing with Anvita. He thought it was perhaps his guilt of being unfaithful that forced him to become too possessive about her.
Next morning he apologised to her.
“I am sorry, baby. I was too possessive about you.”
She smiled and hugged him.
“I know why, so it’s okay.”
The event ended all well in the end. However, it made him realise one thing; that he was growing insecure about her.
 
 
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