Adultery MONSTER

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                                                                            Aditya
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 Around 4:30 am in the morning, Nisha gets out of bed. 

The pretense of sleeping has run its course. My bones are aching now.

The jingling sound of her payal (Anklet) compelled my sleep-deprived eyes to wake up and follow the source of that sweet tinkling.

There she was, looking a tad tired but still gorgeous and standing several feet away from me.

"Goodmorning." She greets. Her eyes dart. She is being self-conscious.

I pause for a few seconds, then snicker at her, "It would be one fine morning if you care to polish my wood."

 I am holding the pillow I took last night between my legs to hide my well-endowed morning sprout.

Her face toughens, wiping the courteous look she was wearing. Clearly, she did not like it.

"What rubbish !!!" She embraces both of her arms and looks the other way.

She got a nice pair of racks!!! My wife got a nice pair of racks !! Correction, my phony wife got a nice pair of racks which are now supported by her elbows.

But I don't hold back. I see no point in holding back. Divorce is inevitable, and Nisha clarified that her ultimate aim is to marry her boyfriend. It is absolutely ludicrous to even try to give our marriage a try.

"The offer of sex still stands... Your boyfriend does not have to know, and even if he somehow gets to know, you can tell your boyfriend that you suffer from somnambulism and ended up climbing a log mistakenly." I laugh at her.

"Listen." Her eyes are full of fire, "You can't talk to me like that. I don't like it." She objects profusely, waving her hands; her bangles clinking.

"You don't like it 'cause you haven't tried it." I shrug, grinning, "Trust me, the book cover is good, and the content will haunt your memory forever in a good way. You will even write a review for the bestseller."

Nisha glances at the pillow between my legs and immediately looks away as if she has made a mistake.

She complains to my deaf ears, "You are a Jerk !!" and moves a few feet away from me.

The reason was I was sizing up her whole body. She is a tall woman with long legs. The bridal gown is trying its best to hide her treasures, but she is too ripe for that.

"Don't look at me like that. It is disgusting." She barks at my sleazy examination and piles on, faltering, "I will tell...I will everyone that....that...You got a...a..small...You got a small..."

She is struggling to finish and scratching her elbow.

"Dick !!" I laugh," I got a small dick- that's your plan to control me... through social shaming? Reputation destruction... lovely..very feminine."

She stiffened but stood her ground, staring at me with challenging eyes.She does not reply, though.

"Nobody will believe you." My grin broadens, "You see, I am not the only one who got deceived in this sham marriage. Your family members, relatives, should have dug a little deeper at my past, and I must confess there is a lot of dirt.AAA lottt."

"I don't wanna know. I seriously don't wanna know. Somehow it does not surprise me ..you are a hopeless dickhead!!"She curses grimacing.

"That I am.", My face hardens, and I look straight into her eyes, "Which begs the question, why there wasn't any thorough background check regarding my character? Why wasn't I vetted properly?"

She scoffs, "I could ask the same question why did your family not dive into my past?!! I am very sure a little 'digging' could have made you avoid this marriage."

That throws me off-guard. Partly it is a fault of my making.

I close the subject rudely, stating, "Why are we even talking? There is nothing good about this morning. So no need to greet."

Nisha concurs, "That is true." She hesitates for a few moments, keeping me frustrated, and then says, "I want to take a shower."

I make a face, "So take it. I was deceived by your family, but I am very sure they did not manage to fool me that much by throwing a blind girl on my lap." I point towards the attached bathroom.

Nisha involuntarily turns towards my lap and then regretfully forces herself to stay away from that region.

I snigger noiselessly, knowing that she is very aware of the man-woman dynamic between us.

She clears her throat before speaking, looking at the floor while rubbing her naked big toe with the smaller one beside it, making her anklet jingle again.

"Yes..but...I have to undress and don't want to ruin my bridal dress by removing it inside the bathroom." She presses her lips, and this time, she looks at me and sarcastically states, "Can you please go out of the room like a gentleman?"

So that's the problem !! It is a gorgeous bridal dress.

I am having fun, though, and poke at her miserable condition, "Why do you want to take a shower? Feeling hot? The hunger of youth raising your temperature after spending a sexless lonely night with your stud husband?"

She again embraces herself defensively and rolls her eyes, "You are too full of yourself. You know that?"

"Strip," I command without any emotions in my tone.

Nisha laughs nervously, "Enough fooling around. You must go."

"Strip." the steel in my voice makes Nisha visibly shake.

She gulps but maintains her nervous smile, "Aditya, I am not joking. You are scaring me."

"Strip." I did not flinch, and my eyes became lidless for the time being.

There was severe agony in her beautiful face as she spoke, "You are a monster."

"Strip," I repeat, adamantly grinding my jaws.

Nisha sobs; her full lips quiver in sorrow, and she rubs her eyes. Evidently, she had considered this nightmare situation.

She does not have a choice. She needs a place to stay and my financial support to buy time for her boyfriend.

Yes, I have thought it through during the dreamless hour of my disappointing 'Suhag Raat.'

She sneezes, and her hands go to her back to unbutton her brocade blouse. It is a beautiful golden piece of artistry, featuring embroidery, intricate beading, and appliqués.

'Come closer." I demand.

She does it without looking at me. Tears run from her eyes without any break.

"Turn around." My next instruction.

She obeys. She has an A-shaped beautiful, wavy, slightly longer than mid-length sun-kissed hair due to the artificial shades of brown accentuating her natural color and long wavy locks with varying layers.

"Take two steps forward," I utter my next mandate.

Her anklets make the usual jingling as she moves. Her lehenga desperately tries to hide the wavering of her peachy bottom below her narrow waist.

"Face me." my directive followed after she jingled her anklets while sobbing.

She turns around. Her face wincing in deep emotional pain.

"Strip now." I heartlessly hail.

She chokes on her tears and bends her elbow to peel her blouse.

"Stop," I yell and burst into laughter.

Nisha looks at me with glassy eyes.

"I was joking." I kept on laughing, "You are too gullible !!."

Nisha has stopped crying, and she is visibly fuming in anger.

Those dark eyes of hers are hailing daggers at me.

"That was fucked up...that really was a fucked up thing to do." She scorns.

I arrest my laughter and solidify my face, "Yes, and it proves that you are a submissive woman. Your loving boyfriend instructed you not to consummate this marriage, isn't he? You got a very jealous and controlling lover."

That unsettles Nisha, but she clamors," You are a sick person. I am never gonna fall for your sicko tricks again."

She is at my mercy, yet she got an attitude. Entitled brat sickened by the middleclass disease called love !!

She was yelling some more expletives at me, describing what kind of a horrible man I am, and I silently took out a chewing gum to grind.

"Oh, look at you !! She got fangs." I tease her.

Nisha, by this point, gets that her curses have no effect on me.

I know exactly what I am, and I have known it for a long, long time. Her opinion about me not going to change it.

"Now we are even !!" I shrug," You did ruin my suhag raat."

Her scorching gaze wants to turn me into ashes as she speaks, "Whatever!! You are a vengeful person."

"If you are not satisfied with the scorecard, give me a hickey." I tilt my neck.

She scoffs, "Dream on. Never going to happen."

I insist, still sticking out my neck, "You want to hurt me, I know that, but you don't wanna take the chance of attacking me. So I am giving you an option to hurt me. Yeah, bite as hard as you can."

Nisha hesitates, possibly thinking it through.

She reaches a decision shortly, "No...I am not gonna boost your ego...You gonna shamelessly show it to everyone for the sake of your fragile male ego."

I grin, looking at her matching gold glittered false nails, "Can I atleast get a back scratch for my impotent masculinity?"

Nisha sizes me up, and to my surprise, she agrees, "Sure. That I can do."

"Come forward; I would not bite. I promise. You scratch my back, and I will scratch yours by financing your romance with your boyfriend until he is ready to marry you." I mischievously smile at her.

She hesitates and moves towards me, jingling her anklets.

I begin to unbutton my white Sherwani.

"What are you doing?"She exclaims, and She halts her step, the jingling stops.

"It is white, and you want to draw blood, aren't you? That's why you agreed. I also don't wanna ruin my wedding dress. It is a cautionary reminder for my next marriage."I quip.

She grins. First time I am seeing her smiling while we are alone together. She got a wicked grin. Yeah, that she does, and she can bring it out with little effort as if it sleeps on the curves of her lips.

I feel a little something all over my body. A tingling sensation.

I have removed my Sherwani, and Beneath my Sherwani, there is only a sleeveless tshirt.

We are standing close. We can feel the heat emanating from our bodies. Both of us did not expect this. There is an undeniable sexual current flowing between us. The raw torrent of primal desire envelops us.

She got an opulent set of breasts, and those are heaving with the rhythm of her breathing pattern, which is fast. She is blushing. Until now, I could not tell it as she is wearing heavy makeup, but up close, I can see the erotic shades of red have spread as far as her collar bones.

I can feel the magnetic pull, and I can tell she does too.

She has carefully sloped her body outwards from the waist to avoid physical contact with my pelvic region. It gives a nice protruding to her voluminous ass, and the stick-out butt sways during any gesticulation.

She flutters her long lashes and maintains a nonchalance while showing me her nails, "This is gonna hurt." 

The base of my voice drops a level, "Bring it on, sweetheart."

We are standing face to face. She is several inches shorter than me. I guess she wanted to look at my face while clawing my back.

She smirks, "You wished for it."

She eradicates the distance between our bodies; her perky breasts touch my flat chest. I can feel her shivering. I can see the goosebumps on her hand. I was right last night; she indeed smelled divine.

 We stare into each other's eyes, peering into each other's strange souls, searching for verities. I am mesmerized by her beauty, and then she strikes, tinking her bangles.
A stinging pain dragged along my back towards my spinal column from the right side of my shoulder. I don't even flinch.

Something in my gaze makes her look away. She drops her eyelashes. I can feel her breathing rustling on the naked skin of my chest; I get habituated to the erratic pattern of her drumming heartbeat.

"You are very beautiful." I whisper in pure amazement, forgetting whatever we are doing, "You truly are. Fortunate is the man who has won your heart. I am sorry for making you cry." I smile faintly.

Her nails stop marking me, and she jerks away from me, making a loud gasp.

She hastily says, "I think that was enough."

She is shaking, and the blush on her collarbone has sprawled downwards, disappearing inside her cleavage. I don't know how far it has spread its roots, but I suspect her whole body is flushing.

We definitely shared an intimate moment there despite the fact that she endured a nerve damaging prank a while ago. She knows it, and so do I.


I sneeze and bite my lips naughtily, "Just some scratches. Scratches of passion."

She corrects me, "Mock passion for the sake of your frail virility."

I grin boisterously, "My masculinity will forever be in your debt," and I bow mockingly.

She hurries me, "Now get out and give me some privacy."

I reach for my sandal and tease her, "Happy fingering in the shower."

Her eyes widen, and she protests, "That's not why I am taking a shower."

I stroll towards the door and taunt her again, "Whatever lie makes you start the day, Sweetheart !!! I am not objecting !! Everyone has their needs..their itch they need to scratch and you are good a scratching."

Now she throws the pillow at me taking it up from the couch, and hisses, "I am not ."

I open the door and razz her with another bawdy remark for the last time before going out, "Keep lying to yourself, beautiful girl. Happy fingering !!!"

I don't stop to hear her further protests.

"Oh fuck !!!!" I groan at my bizarre marriage after closing the door behind me.

I ended up with Nisha cause I trolled every woman I met while choosing the right prospect during wife selection. I brutally trolled them.

After a while, my near and dear ones realized that I was destroying each meet-up with purpose. Hence they started meeting the prospective brides on their own and eventually picked Nisha.

I was angry. I completed my degree and started chilling. I joined our family business after fooling around with chicks for a year. Only because they gave a lengthy lecture about life, discipline, future, family, etc. etc. 

Everyone was there -my uncles, my parents, my elder cousins, and my elder sister. It was an intervention, and I caved.

My family trapped me after that. Yes, it was a trap. They made me build my house with the money I earned over three years, and they started to nag me once it was completed. 

It was well planned, and I did not see it coming. They told me-"Time has changed . Your sister will get the ancestral house, and we are giving you the house plot instead". 

What a noble thought !!! Right? I thought so as my mother complained her whole life about how her brothers did not give her anything.

I did not know it was a double-edged trick.

Frankly, I did not want to marry. Yes, the same old family pressure, and I gave into it. I gave into it for my own sake.

Cause some part of me knew alone I was going to royally mess up my life, and another part of me knew that I was gonna end up cheating on my future wife. 

So I did not care who was gonna be my wife. I knew my marriage was gonna fail. I am not the marriage material. I easily get bored, that is the problem.

But life is a comedy; last night, I learned. I ended up with a girl who had a boyfriend and told me she would divorce me eventually.

Careful of what you wish for. I got my wish of a failed marriage. A readymade failed marriage.
 
Like I said, it is Karma. Karma for breaking hearts and creating tragedies.

That is one of the reasons I am gonna let Nisha stay. What would it cost me? Nothing. It would be like helping a homeless person for five-six months.

 Atleast once in my life, I will be responsible for one happy-ending love story. Not mine.Someone else's. Right?

I am a monster, and I have always been a monster. Nothing turned me into a monster. I am an inborn monster. For once, I want to do something good.

That's what I thought last night while staying on the couch.