Adultery MONSTER

[WILDLILAC]

                                                                                          Aditya
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We have returned with the cakes. Birthday getting celebrated in the middle of a post-wedding gathering. Everyone is happily mingling with one another.

Nisha's friends are openly flirting with my gang.

Whenever anyone praises the chocolate cake's quality, I glance at Nisha, and she seethes in anger as I have not bought her favourite 'red velvet'.

There came the time when each bite of the cake from anyone made Nisha's crescent eyebrows arch in a way that resembled two scythes ready to chop me down, and I loved it. 

I loved the irate look on her face; her sharp features accentuated the intensity of my ability to affect her.

That is the biggest takeaway for me.

I thought I would help Nisha fulfil her love story, but I find myself constantly flirting with her. 

I love the way she is responding to me, though. 

I genuinely believe that if one has to put too much effort into wooing a woman, then the woman isn't meant for that man. He probably is her third or fourth choice if she eventually gives in to the persuasion. That should be a massive red flag for the man.

Hence, I value natural attraction, and Nisha has a tremendous natural attraction toward me. She clearly lost herself while kissing me in front of her friends. That connection entices me, and I can't ignore it.

"What have you done to her?" Nazir asks, grinning, scanning Nisha's mad face from a distance.

I face Nazir with mischief on my lips and say, "You know, the usual."
Nazir laughs, "The usual."

Together we share many good memories.

"Her friend like you. Got her number yet?" I ask.

Nazir takes a peek at Sunita; she is dropping serious hints.

"Wanna double-team her?" Nazir proposes.

Nazir has a tendency to corrupt. He has built our gang from scratch and one of his techniques to judge one's character is to provoke that person to do something inappropriate. The moment that person gives in to his persuasion, he discards that person. 

Another technique he uses is harassment. He will find someone's weak spot and constantly heckle that person about it. This is his way of weeding out weak personalities from his circle.

Those who have countered his trials successfully stayed in the group.

"Not in the mood to score pussies." I respond.

"Mahnoor is coming to Chandigarh next week." He grins purposefully.

I chuckle. Mahnoor. Lovely Mahnoor!!! Fearless Mahnoor!!!

She was the first girl we had double-teamed together. She completed her course and was about to wed some stranger through an arranged marriage.

She knew this was probably her last chance to have fun with other men.

She invited us both. She was our friend. We stayed with her for three days straight. For three days, we ravaged her any way we wanted.

"Do you remember what she did when we dropped her off at the gate of her hostel?" I ask Nazir remincising .

"Yeah...She told the guard fuck you and your rules." Nazir's voice was nostalgic.

I don't share his lamentation. That is one of the reasons I am a monster, my inability to empathize often. That is also what makes Nazir a leader.
 
He knows how to balance his emotions, when to let them flow and when to abandon them.

Mahnoor is history. I did not care about her in the past, nor cared about her while fucking her or now. She means nothing to me.

Besides that, something else is bugging me from last night.
 
The whole story of Nisha and her boyfriend, her demand for not consummating this marriage, and how this entire marriage was hastily done makes me alarmed. There is something seriously wrong here.

I am a monster, an apex predator, and whenever another monster with selfish intentions comes into my vicinity, my predatory senses automatically get heightened.
I can feel the markings of another monster or monsters in Nisha's story.

Nisha could not take it anymore once someone proclaimed that this was the best cake he had ever eaten.

She excuses herself and leaves the throng. I give her some time to flee the scene before catching up. I watch her climb the stairs holding her Anarkali suit from both sides around her thighs. Her thick peachy bottom sways, bolstered by her energetic steps.

"Have fun with Sunita..Best of luck." I pat Nazir's back and get up to follow Nisha.

Nazir gets my intention and winks at me, "You have done the usual.. now, tell her the usual lies."

I wink back, "I will." and leave him.

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I enter the bedroom. Nisha was standing infront of a window and looking outside.

She throws a glance at me by turning her side face; half of it is sheltered by her bouncy hair locks.

If looks could kill !!! Her gaze pierced me like a boomerang, and returned to her as She turned away. She continued looking outside.

She speaks, though, "Do you like to harass me in front of everyone?"
Her voice trembling.

"No", I respond and move but not towards her. I sit on the couch's bar.

"You were secretly relishing my torment." She accuses, and her vocal cords produce regret.

"No, my dear wife, you tormented yourself. I said I am bringing the chocolate cake, and you assumed I was not bringing your favourite red velvet. Strawman argument.A prevalent fallacy." I correct her in a steady voice.

She turned her body entirely towards me and was ready to lash out, but she stopped noticing two pieces of red velvet on the table in front of the couch.

I smile at her, "A peace offering. If we are going to stay under one roof. We need a truce."

Her face lit up," You are going to let me stay?"

I affirm, skimming her beaming face, "Yes."

She comes forward giddily, "Thank you..thank you so much ", but arrests her step, and her euphoria dies, "But?"

I grin at her hesitancy; she is holding her breath.

"No, you don't have to have sex with me in order to stay in the house." I erase her doubts.

She looks slightly pleased but still hesitant," And?"

I wave my hand, "Sit."

She kills the distance; her wary eyes stay on me.

She sits beside me on the couch,maintaing a good amount of gap between us and asks, "Why are you letting me stay?".

Anxiety reigns her.

I examine her strikingly beautiful worried face while speaking, "I want to make a deal."

She stiffens, "What's the deal?".

I lay out my proposal, "I will let you stay, and you have to accompany me as a good wife should in public. Meaning you have to put up the false appearance of a devout wifey."

Her eyes dart, and she tries to gauge my intention but fails, "Why?"

I shrug, "I did not want to marry. You will eventually divorce me and return to your boyfriend, which is certain...I want to use this opportunity. I want to show my family that I behaved as a good husband and gave my marriage a try with a good wife but still failed."

She grins now. She got a wicked side. Sometimes it comes out.

"So they don't ask you to marry again in future." She gets the whole picture.

I nod, "Yes. Now you get it. You are the key to my hassle-free life."

She laughs vivaciously, "Why do you care so much about your family's opinion?"

I sip from the magnificent view she is offering and let her know, "Without my friends and family, I will go insane. You are right. I am a monster and need them to keep my sanity intact. Lone wolf life does not suit me."

She raises an eyebrow, "Fair enough. You got a deal."

I clap and points to her favourite cake, "Confectionaries to seal the deal. A truce."
She reaches to grab one of the cakes, and I quickly slide the package towards me, 'Ahaan !!! " and take out one piece of red velvet from the box.

I request playfully, "Open your mouth."

Nisha warns, 'You promised that you would stop doing that."

I climb down from the couch handle and move closer to her side.
Her whole body hardens.

"Stop doing what?" I ask flirtatiously.

Nisha looks at my lips and points out, "That. You promised...."

I chime in with the cake in my hand, "I promised no such thing. I said sex isn't compulsory..you have no obligation to sleep with me. You again taking shelter under straw man argument."

This time she laughs, drops her face and curses giggling, "Oh my god !!! You are such a big flirt.."

"Open your lips," I steer without being forceful.

"Alright." She puts the unruly locks behind her ears and comes closer.

I put the cake in the air, and she looks into my smiling eyes before taking a small bite.

We communicate silently. She does not look away while chewing. 

She wearing a black kajal and vibrant red lipstick.

Her amorous red lips move, and between those, her teeth flash like a set of pearls.
Dark eyes, dark Kajal, fair beauty with a pearly smile.

"May I bite your cake? Not your other 'cakes'. This one. We already shared saliva." I grin, reminding her of our kiss.

"Ok. You can have my 'this cake'."She flirts back; her face is flushing, and heat is mounting on her cheekbones.

I take a small bite and hold the rest in front of her red lips.

Her lips part; she holds eye contact and chomps down a small portion.

"It was a nice kiss." I rouse her.

Nisha shifts on the sofa uncomfortably but agrees, "Yes, It was a great kiss, and that's why we should not do it again."

I take my turn at the bite scrutinizing her blushing face. She drops her eyes and then gazes back, smiling shyly. 

I slowly eat the cake, taking my time, and she rakes her teeth over her lips, watching my jaw grind.

"Why?" I ask her, eventually.

"Cause It was too good, and doing it again will bring confusion in my life." She is being honest.

She finishes the last bit of the cake.

I don't respond to that and attract her attention to my fingers, "Don't waste the cream ."

She hesitates, glimpsing at my inviting fingers, and I end her hesitation by attaching them to her soft lips. She quivers at my touch but lets her tongue out to wipe the cream from my persuasive finger.

We both are staring at each other intensely.

Her tongue is warm; it tickles my fingertips with its velvety wet, slow licks.
She blushes hard afterwards. Erotism is in the air.

"You got some left on the corner..." I touch her malleable lip tracing it, and she gasps.

I hover over her body, but she does not stop me. I pause. We stare at each other briefly, and then I envelop her twitching lips. Her body is soft, and her breasts softer.

She moans immediately. Our lips tangle with one another. Slow smooches, wet sounds, noses wrestling, heavy panting...

Our kiss deepens, and I lean on her body. She takes my weight and slowly lays down on the couch without breaking the kiss. My chest smashes her breasts as we tangle with each other on top.

Her body is writhing underneath me. Saliva gets exchanged, our breath intermingles, and we taste the cake from each other's mouths.

I knock on her teeth with my tongue, and she makes way for it, letting it explore her warm cavern. Her dense hair is spread like a medusa head on the couch. I feel her restless thighs move against one another under my pelvic.

I break the kiss. She is huffing. Eyes closed. Her divine face is painted with desire.
"I can be your dirty little secret. Your boyfriend does not need to know." I tell her huskily, breathing my warmth on her face.

She opens her heavy eyelids, her eyes brimmed with arousal, and she shakes. I hold her hand together and put those over her head.

She gasps, accepting my dominance, and I again seize that eager open mouth.

She does not stop me; instead kisses me back with encouragement. We suck each other's tongues, and her moans are lewder.

I withdraw from her once more. She looks at me helplessly.

Then she begs, "Please don't seduce me anymore."

My eyes pin her pleading gaze down, and I demand, "Give me one good reason why I should not? Other than the usual- I love my boyfriend. I don't care about that reason."

She gulps and opens her mouth.

"Wait. Think clearly first," I chuckle, "Take your time", and close her open pout with another persuasive kiss.

The time the kiss lingered the most. She thaws under me. I repeatedly empty her lungs, listening to her purring, and breathe life back into her palpating core.
She is getting wild. 

I strengthen the grip on her hands, and she rubs her soft belly onto my aroused, hardened manhood. She wants me inside her. She is primed to be taken.

I give her a break. She is heaving hard. Eyes half closed.

"So, did you think of any good reason?" I tease her.

She weakly responds, cooing, "Yes."

"I am listening." My face stays in touch with hers.

She speaks in my mouth, staring at me, "You are not what I am looking for."

I grin mockingly, "Are you sure."

She huskily says, "Yes. I want my own family."

That throws me off-guard. It should not, but it does.

I squint my eyes, "You want the whole package- a loving, caring husband, kids, stability, etc.."

She swallows hard with rosy cheeks but manages to speak her mind, "Yes. You drive me insane...You know how to seduce women, but you don't know how to keep those women."

I grind my flinty jaws, "I don't want to keep them. To much unnecessary work."

She smiles sadly, "Yes. That is what you lack. You lack intent."

I smirk, "My intent is clear, and so is yours.".I was about to kiss her again, but she stopped me begging, "Please don't kill my dreams. Please!!!"

She pleads so lovingly and sweetly that it even shook the heart of a monster like me.

I let her go and moved away from her flustered body.

She lazily sits up and rubs the spots on her hands where I grab her to immobilize her. She is wholly turned on and uneasily rubs her ass on the couch.

I snicker at her bodily reaction. She is wet. She blushes and looks away while straightening her ruffled dress.

There is an awkwardness between us. Two souls are highly attracted to each other but want different things.

"Promise me. You will not seduce me." She dangles her hair while talking and secretly throws a glance at my visible arousal.

"No promises, my darling wife...I am not gonna make a promise that I can't keep. Besides, I am a monster and have a reputation to maintain." I can feel the frustration in my voice.

She also gets mad. Both are frustrated with each other. I want to fuck her brains out until she forgets her silly college love story, but she is asking for more.

"My boyfriend is a stud, in case you don't realize."She whines, and again she checks out my bulge.

"I don't doubt that. You are a catch and probably chose another catch for your fairytale dreams. But your boyfriend is stupid. A beautiful girl like you should be fucked hard, fucked often and made cum as much as you can handle." I lash out.

Her eyes widen. She has a hard time grasping what I just said.

She spoke in the black tongue when she spoke, "My boyfriend fucked your wife."

I sneer, "And I fucked many girls who are wives or girlfriends of other men right now. 1:'my whole body count'. I told you sexual shaming will not work on me."

She keeps on spitting venom, "You are a man whore."

I cavil, "Then you married a whore."

She scoffs, "I am not your wife."

I agree with her, "Yes, You are not. You are a leech and  an entitled brat."

She had enough. She spring on me furiously to fight. We fought, and we ended up kissing each other once again.

She mewls on my lips, encircling my neck; she is soft all around.

When we break the kiss, she appears sad and asks, "Please, lemme go."

I smile at her, caressing her wincing face, "You are the one holding me."

She dolorously states, "That's not what I meant."

I kiss her in the middle of her eyes, "For now, I am letting you go."

We part our bodies. 

"You should leave now." Her shaky voice demands.

"I will once my dick sleeps. You raised it up pretty good." 

She giggles and throws a small cushion at me, "Hide it."

I squeeze the cushion with all my force, and Nisha stiffens, drowning in imagination.

 I threw it back at her, stating, "I am not ashamed of my arousal. Unlike you, I am not betrothed to someone else.."

She peeks at my twitching appendage under my trouser and remarks, "I doubt you will ever seriously commit to anyone."

I ignore that and ask, "When was the last time you had sex?"

"None of your business." She appears unsettled.

"Let me calculate," I feign thoughtfulness.

Nisha slaps her forehead, "Please don't."

"You completed college a year ago and went back home. Your family disapproved of your boyfriend and must have controlled your every movement as they wanted to get rid of you quickly. So I guess you are pretty sex deprived." I grin.

Nisha examines her sleek fingers. I appreciate the decoration of the mehendi on it.

"I wanted to elope with my boyfriend, but he told me he can't arrange a place for us to live together." She mourns.

I feel her.

I get soft, "You can stay here. I like you, Nisha. You are a hopelessly romantic entitled brat with some elegance of a feminine gracefulness."

"Thank you." She sounds honest.

I smile at her without purpose, "Laters, my darling wife, until then, keep yourself wet."

Nisha nods profusely, making a disappointing sound with her tongue but does not bother to correct me.

I leave her alone and get out of the room.

I stroll towards the edge of the drawing room to get a bird's eye view of the party going downstairs.

The elders are discussing a robbery that happened last week.

Speaking of thieves, I glance at Rohit bhaiya, who is watching the pretty women staying in a corner.

 Rohit bhaiya is our man servant. His wife cooks for me, and he takes care of the rest of the household work. 

He was a thief, and I broke his leg when I was only 8 years old. He walks with a little limp now, and I don't care. I am borderline psychopathic, maybe entirely. One of the other reasons I call myself a monster.

He entered the house from the roof. Coincidentally I woke up to drink water. I am very fond of chilled water. I saw him, but he did not notice me.

I turned down the main switch of the electricity and screamed my lungs out.

Rohit bhaiya got scared in the dark. He did not know the layout of the house. He ran and stumbled. 

He fell from the first floor and broke his leg.

Fortunately, my family did not call the cops; instead, they took him in and gave him the job of maintaining our house. 'Correctional facility' is another name for prison, isn't it?

I suspect that my family has sent him to spy on me. They don't trust me. I don't blame them. He or his wife does not stay in my house, though. They go back to my ancestral house.

Nisha has put me in a tough spot. She basically said -' Look, I am very attracted to you. You can smash me if you want, but that will ruin my relationship with my boyfriend, and with that, my dreams will get crushed.'

I usually don't give a fuck, but I find myself caring in her case. I don't know how long I will care, though. 

I am a monster.A machiavillain monster .Yes, that is one of the monstrosities that rules me. So whatever I do, I do it on purpose. A while ago, I got cosy with Nisha with a purpose .
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One by one, the guest departed, and at night, there was nobody but Nisha and me in our big house.

"I want you to sleep in the other room," Nisha tells me in a serious tone.
 
She is wearing a  baggy nightgown. I don't like the dress. It shows nothing. Not a single thing. Not even a hint. 

I get mad, "Why?"

"My boyfriend told me to keep you out of my room at night." She looks at me with dead eyes.

Huh!!! She and her boyfriend got some nerve !!!

I snot lowering my head and then ask lifting my hardened face, "Do you know how many bricks are in these four walls."

Nisha does not look that confident right now.

She swallows hard, intimated by me, "No, I don't."

"I do." I sarcastically remark and continue," cause I had to pay for it. I did the roofing with the construction guys on all the floors. It is hard work even with the help of modern equipment. You sweat like a pig. Your brain does not work.You became a singular-focused entity. You just do things like a machine. Cement, stone chips, iron beams, all you could think about at that moment. If you think I will obey your boyfriend's demands by staying out of my own bedroom, then you are living inside an illusion."

"Then do it for me." Her dark eyes pleaded, and it melted my heart. I forgot all the hardwork I did during roofing for fun.

She murmurs softly, "I don't trust myself with you, Aditya. Please sleep in the other room."

She got a seductive voice and calmed me down.

"Ok, but still, this is the boyfriend's wish. If he gets something, he has to lose something." I grin.

Nisha clutches the pillow and fearfully asks, "What do you want?."

"Relax. Like I said, sex isn't mandatory, but please stop dressing like a behenji(sisterly). I stay out of the bedroom if you become a sight for my sore eyes." I demand.

"Ok. But if you think that I will dress ...like you know." She does not say the word.

I smirk, "I can make you dress like that."

She visibly shakes in tension.

But I assure her in the next moment, "Just be yourself. Stay in the 21st century and ditch whatever century this nightwear is from." 

She scrutinizes my face, "Hmmmm...Goodnight."

I get away from the bed and bid her farewell, "Goodnight. If you leak at night, you know where to find the plumber."

She throws the pillow at me again for the nth time, "Scoundrel.."

I throw it back, "You will need it to rub your deprivation on it."

She blushes hard and wants to fight again.

I tease her, "Wanna battle again? You know how that end don't you? This time I will not stop at just kissing."

She giggles, "Goodnight, Aditya."

I smile at her gorgeous face," Laters, my lovely wife. Have a hot screaming dream about me."

I leave her in the room with a stupid smile on my face.