Adultery MONSTER

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                                                 Nisha
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There is something about a man who is in the center of attention. It makes the man very attractive.

That is how I became infatuated with Rocky and eventually fell in love with him.

Block 27 B. The cultural center of our University. That is where it started.

I was in a dance group named "jalsha". We were planning to do a surprise flash mob for our campus students.

There were other dance groups besides ours, and we shared the same floor.

Rocky wasn't a dancer. He was a singer and an anchor. Besides him, Akash and Avneet were the other two anchors of the cultural block.

That granted Rocky to hold a significant influence on every cultural association in the building.


He was talking to the group leaders of various dance groups, and I was secretly watching him.

I saw Rocky before on stage, but this was the first time I met him face to face. I was a fresher, and he was a final-year student.

He got a very distinguished oblong face. His nose is sharp, his eyes deep-seated, and his brows are thick. Albeit having prominent features, the rugged look stuck with me the most. It was shining from his eyes, dancing on the fringes of his eyebrows. Not even his long, shoulder-length stylish hair could hide the fact that he had been through some life struggles, and his face bore that maturity. That feature alone separated him from the group of college boys surrounding him, and he handled them with efficient authority.

I must have been gawking at him, and some invisible force made him look my way.

I froze. Yes, I still remember that moment. I just shut down.

He smiled at me. It was a warm smile devoid of any ulterior motive. I felt heat mounted on my cheeks; I must have blushed.

The next time I saw him was after our surprise flash mob. We were all thrilled due to the attention we garnered. The hooting and clapping of the crowd made it evident that they were entertained.

"Hi, Nisha. You were phenomenal today." A deep voice magically silenced the roaring crowd for me, and I felt lightheaded.

I knew that voice. Anchoring requires voice modulation, and Rocky was a master of it.

I turned; my heart was already beating hard from all the dancing and celebrating, and now it was about to explode. I was sweaty at that moment. My crush was right there in the flesh; all I could think was how I smelled.

"Thank you, Rocky, Sir.." I huffed and stammered.

He knows my name !!! That surprised me.

"Just Rocky is enough." He said, smiling, and before I could respond, he started to shower me with admiration for our performance, notably mine.

"Oops," I crashed onto his body as a jubilant group of students elbowed me. Another dancing group was performing now. They call themselves 'Beats.'

Rocky guarded me by holding my waist. My Shoulder brushed against his chest, and I awkwardly angled my body to keep my breasts away from him.

"I am sorry.." I was flabbergasted, leaning onto his tall figure and sliding the unruly hair from my face.

Rocky was unfazed and informed, "Tomorrow, I am anchoring for a public-speaking competition in the 27-block auditorium. You want to come?"
I just managed to say, "Yes.. of course, Rocky, Sir."

He disapproved, curling his lips.

I blushed, correcting myself, smiling shyly, "Of course, Rocky."

So the next day I was there. As I mentioned, there were several associations in the cultural block, and public-speaking debates were one of such.

Rocky was talking to one of the three judges. I instantly recognize the judge. I saw him on television, and moments later, Rocky announced that he was a prominent T.V. anchor while introducing the event. Very stylish man that judge was and knew how to command an entire room. That made me more attracted to Rocky, watching him converse with someone of that caliber with such confidence.

I thought the event would be boring, but I was wrong. 

Each student got a topic on which they had to speak for two minutes. The topic was given by the lottery system.

It was very entertaining. Some students failed, some made everyone laugh, some compelled us to yawn, some provoked us to think, and some just charmed us.

Rocky also participated but towards the end of the event. 

By that point, everyone was bored. His topic was 'Red.' Yes, he had to talk about the color ' Red.'

After taking the podium, he knocked on the mike and pointed his finger directly at me, "Wake her up. She is sleeping."

I was sitting in the middle of the gallery and wasn't expecting this.

Everyone turned their head and looked at me. I wanted to disappear.

Rocky chuckled on the mike," She wasn't sleeping. I wanted all of your concentration, and now I got it."

Once again, he was in the center of attention, and I was swooning over him.

He began speaking about 'Red.'

"Red is the longest wavelength color, making it easily noticeable. Like a person who stands out among the crowd." He stared directly at me.
My heart flapped.

He went on, and somewhere in that long two minutes, he stated, "Red is the color of blood. It is a color of vitality and life itself.." 

My blood danced; his words flowed through my veins. I wanted him in my life. More precisely, I desired to be his life.

He continued pinning his gaze onto me, "Red is a shade of Love."

I was gone at that point, completely swept away by him. He was competing in the event, but it felt like he was communicating with me through it.

His rich voice vibrates through the auditorium, "Red is one of the three fundamental colors. Something original. Something profound. Something that has the power of creation and creation is beautiful." That made me flush my cheeks with various shades of Red.

That evening I went to the hostel, and the first thing I did was break up with my boyfriend over the phone. I knew him from high college, and we had our sweet moments. I knew I was falling for Rocky and did not want to deceive my then-boyfriend.

Next, we met during another flash mob; this time, the sky was angry at our prolonged flirting stage. It interrupted the event in the midway.

Rocky held my hand, and we ran towards the next building. I was giggling all the way.

"sssssss, It is so cold..." I shivered, crossing my arms, panting hard. Both of us were thoroughly drenched.We were inside the lift.

Rocky gave me his handkerchief. It was clean, and I used it to dry my hair.

I was very aware that he was watching me. I was wearing a Blue top and blue jeans. He was checking out my doused body, and I liked how he looked at me.

The lift stopped at the 6 th floor. Nobody was there. 

We got out, and Rocky immediately pulled my body onto his. My lips melted onto his fervent thickness. It was our first kiss. My clothes were soaked, but every inch of my body was burning. It was on fire. My hands roam on his solid back and end up clutching his long hair as we explore each other's mouths. His hands gripped my waist tightly, and I moaned onto his velvety touch, writing my desires in the language of passion on the pattern of his full lips.

"Oh gosh !!!" I dropped my eyes after the kiss ended.

"You caught fever better not dance in the rain again in future." He smiled.

"Cure me then." I ardently invite him to rejoin, caressing his mane, staring at his lips.

We both were greedy and entwined our lips immediately.

Thus our relationship officially began, and we did not hide it.

I was holding back on having sex, though. I did not want to rush.

Then after a couple of months, during a fashion event, I saw a gorgeous aspiring modeling student flirting with him on stage. Behind her, there were dozen other models, and each one was stunning. Those divas were perfect, and I was jealous. I felt insecure.

That evening I told him, "I want to see your P.G." He lived outside the campus with his friends.

Rocky got the hint, and next week he took me out for lunch, then to his P.G.

I had to take permission from the warden to go out.

We end up having sex . The sex was perfect. I was not a virgin, and neither was he.

"I should flirt with girls from the fashion department regularly." He laughed while spooning with me, basking in the afterglow of our copulation.

"It has nothing to with that." I lied, but my eyes sparkled with jealousy.

"Next week, the Hospitality department is arranging an event ..." Rocky teased me.

"Like I said. It has nothing to do with other girls."I pressed my lips onto his hairy chest.

I also end up having sex with him next week after watching stocking-worn mini skirt-cladded air hostess students swarming around him.

Besides anchoring, he used to sing and had many admirers. The more I got involved in his life, the more I realized that I was not the only one attracted to the man in the center of attention.

We became a well-known couple, and our relationship was steady.

Rocky enrolled for a Masters's degree at our University, and time deepened our relationship.

The problem began to start during campus placement. Rocky could not crack the placement drive and struggle with his anchoring career.

Meanwhile, a nosy relative found out about my Facebook page, which was a vivid collage of my love life. That nosy aunt shared my F.B page with my parents with 'good intentions.'

I had a massive fight with my parents. I tried everything from silent treatment to screaming, but they were stubborn. Rocky did not have to show any progress in his career then.
After a year, my marriage was arranged with this stranger named Aditya.


Present Time

I am peeking at Aditya right now. He is sleeping on the couch. He took the news of my affair way lighter than I expected.

I promised Rocky not to sleep with my dummy Husband, and I will keep that promise. My heart beats for my Rocky, and I hope he gets his success very soon.

I was wrong. Aditya was not sleeping. He suddenly opened his eyes, and we stared at each other. It was evident Neither he could sleep nor I.

To my utter shock, he grinds his jaw and shows me his middle finger.

I turn away from him and change my side.

What a jerk !!! He is nothing like my Rocky.