Adultery WiFi WIFEY

[NightOwl]

UPDATE 5

                                                                                 ARUN


I was startled as I awoke from my sleep. The sudden sound of the pouring rain had instantly awoken me from my deep slumber, and my head now lifted off the pillow to take in the sights and smells of the rainy morning.


There was a chill in the air, which was made chillier by the droplets of rain that seeped through his partially open window. The sound of heavy rain beating against the glass was oddly soothing in a way, and made me want to stay in bed for a few minutes longer and revel in the moment.

But, alas, I eventually had to rise to the day's demands. I slowly adjusted and got out of bed, padding across the room towards the window to see the rain cascading down outside. 

I stood there for a few moments, breathing in the damp and dreary air, wondering what the day would be like with the ongoing monsoon.

I grit my teeth, looking outwards-* Somewhere in these houses, there lives a pervert who is hitting on Trisha*

 It was a sight that I both enjoyed and dreaded simultaneously. I couldn't stay holed up in my room for much longer as the aroma of coffee hit my nose.

After a while, I head downstairs.

"Morning.Slept well?" Trisha greets me with a wide smile.

"Good morning. Yeah . I didn't get much sleep at your Sister's house." I complain and much about the fruit salad.

"Oh." Trisha sighed as if she was relieved.

I take a sip from the coffee and check out the wifi. What a pitiful life I am living because of a nameless bastard!!!

"No way & way? What is this?" I became agitated instantly as I couldn't make the head and tail of Trisha's wifi chat.

Trisha's cheeks flushed pink, and she ran anxious fingers through her hair. She glances away before meeting my  gaze, "Yeah, that was from last night."

 The coffee must have bittered my tongue," I know it is from last night. Context Trisha."

"Oh yeah. That Perv was asking me to throw stones at Mrs Sinha's house and I said 'NO WAY' ", Trisha replies with a thespian gesture.

"What?" I chuckle, "He is an anarchist or something?"

Trisha shrugs, "He is mad in the head", scrunching her nose.

I stay silent. Both indulged in our coffee mugs.

"Do you suspect anybody?" I gulp. I never thought I would be having this conversation with my wife ever.

Trisha considers my words carefully and hesitantly meets my gaze, her cheeks warming," errmmm I don't know.I have been friendly with everyone.You know me."

"Yeah but anyone behaved oddly. you know...more eager than others...*clearing my throat* ...more flirtateous." dread drips from my voice.
"Ummhh..." Trisha rubs her neck; clearly, she is equally uncomfortable," Well, there is Nisha's father." She replies, fluttering her eyes.

"Mr. Dixit is at Banglore now. You know that. It couldn't be him." I finish my fruit salad. 
I hate Mr.Dixit. Now that Trisha confirms that son of a bitch got a crush on my wife and probably take a pass at Trisha at some point.

"Well, do suspect anyone? I mean he is a creep.Do you remember someone syping on me from a distance." Trisha counters.

"Everyone gawk at you Trisha." I say regretfully.

"No, I meant...in a...you know...in a creepy way...not normal staring." Trisha struggles to express herself. I can only imagine how stressful this is for her.
The conversation continued, but we both found ourselves defensive, and it went nowhere.

I was relieved when the witch or warlock hunting, in this case, stopped at some point.

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Surprisingly the creep did not update his wifi name for a few days. 

*It is over* My spirit elates. 

The week was progressing without any unusual events. Well, almost any event except that stupid incident with our maid.

Trisha asked her to clean the curtains, and that fool of a maid cleansed it with Kerosine.
There was an argument. Each accused the other of dipping the broom with Kerosine.

It was an absurd bickering. I had no time for it. Nevertheless, Trisha had to change the curtains; the smell of Krosine-laced curtains was utterly repugnant.

I like the new curtains, though. 

The sheer, white curtain hung in delicate waves from our bedroom windows. 
Monshoon took a break, and the light morning breeze floated through the room, bringing a subtle scent of flower petals and fresh grass. 

The sheer white curtain inside our bedroom transformed the wilderness into something magical - like a secret paradise. 
Sunlight shone through the gauzy fabric, dappling the walls with an ethereal light that changed the atmosphere in the room.

"I love you taste Trisha." I smiled at her cupping her divine face.