Adultery The Unwanted Houseguest -by Indiansubmale (CHAPTER 1-26)

[Ramesh_Rocky]

I hung up just as she responded, "I still love you, darling."
I went back into the office, walked to the bathroom and burst into tears.
I had never imagined myself telling that to Kavita, of all people.
Amir, yes. I did despise him, and at many levels, I hated him, by now.
But I didn't HATE Kavita.
I was beginning to despair, of losing her to Amir, of the REALITY of losing her to Amir, of having already lost her to Amir.
But I didn't HATE her.
I knew I had said something I didn't mean.
I felt remorseful.
I went home early from work, that evening. I got gajra for her, again, after a while. On my own accord.
When I got home, I was relieved to note that Amir wasn't there, yet. I gave Kavita the gajra.
She accepted it with a cold smile.
I tried to apologize to her, but right then, she got a phone call.
It must have been Amir, I thought.
I watched her as she spoke on phone.
As the conversation went on, it started appearing like she wasn't speaking to Amir.
Presently, she handed the phone to me, saying, "It's my mother."
As she spoke those words, a wave of hope passed through me from nowhere.
It dawned on me then, that I had more weapons than I had realized.
My parents. And her parents.
I spoke to her mother presently. She had apparently been aware of my 'accident' with my arm. Kavita must have spoken to her.
I felt ashamed of myself, that I hadn't kept my own parents informed, to the same extent.
But I also realized now, I could use them as a 'weapon'.
I could invite them to stay over.
That should end this Amir affair once and for all.
It was such an amazingly simple solution, I was upset with myself, that it hadn't occurred to me earlier.
I was going to call them and invite them to stay. But I decided it would be prudent to talk to them first, in Kavita's absence.
I decided to do it the next day, from work.
Accordingly, I called my mother at her work number the next day, during our lunch break.
She picked up the phone after a couple of rings, "Hello?"
"Ma, it's Manu here."
"Yeah I know, betaa (Hindi for 'son'). I can recognize your voice still."
"How are you, Ma?"
"Am doing OK, betaa. Just getting older, and looking forward to enjoying retired life."
We then talked about her future retirement plans, and my father's future retirement plans.
My mother presently asked, "How are you doing, Betaa?"
"I'm fine Ma, listen..."
She interrupted me with, "How's your arm?"
I was a bit shaken.
How did SHE know about my arm?
I guardedly replied, "It feels OK now, Ma. How did you know about my arm?"
She laughed and said, "This is why we found you a wife, so she will keep us informed about you, rather than our waiting for you to call us..."
I laughed at her joke. Both externally, and internally.
So Kavita had been in touch with both our parents.
Including MY own parents.
I felt even more ashamed now. I hadn't told them about my 'accident'. But evidently, she had kept them updated.
I felt a small burst of affection towards Kavita.
Then, the reality of her affair with Amir came back to the foreground.