Adultery WiFi WIFEY

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UPDATE 7


                                                                                      TRISHA


The community park inside the gated society was a familiar sight to the people of the neighborhood. On any given day, the park was filled with children playing on the swings, the slide, and the merry-go-round. 
Parents would lounge on the benches while watching their children and sometimes chatting with fellow parents.In the center of the park was a large grassy field, perfect for a game of tag or a game of catch.

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It is 9'O clock in the morning, and a laughing therapy session is currently ongoing at the park. 
A group of people gathered around a bench, all of them wearing big smiles on their faces. 
At the front of the group is a woman leading them through a series of laughter exercises.
The woman begins by encouraging the group to close their eyes and take deep breaths. She then asks them to take turns telling funny stories or jokes, and the group breaks into fits of laughter.

The woman then asks everyone to join hands, and they all begin to dance around the bench while laughing. They laughed so hard that tears rolled down their faces, and their stomachs ached.

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Meanwhile, a few feet away from that group, on a park bench, a woman is sitting wearing a black saree with a golden border and a matching blouse.
I am staring at the woman. 
The saree was pleated and dbangd around her body, giving her the perfect silhouette. The blouse was a modest V-neck with intricate embroidery along the neckline and the sleeves. 
The woman is sporting a pair of golden earrings and has her black hair pulled back in a neat bun. 

Her face is covered in a thin layer of foundation, her eyes are lined with kohl eyeliner, and her cheeks are lightly blushed. She has a hint of lipstick on her lips, and her eyelashes are long and curled.

I was staring at myself in the mirror inside my handbag. It is the same mirror I have used for years, although the glass has become a bit scratched, and the metal frame has lost its shine. I am unsure why I keep it, but it has become a part of my routine.

"A beauty in black, her saree a dream
She sits on a bench, her beauty agleam
Her blouse is tight, her curves so divine
She looks so perfect, like a goddess divine."

Suddenly a familiar voice startles me. Meghna. She is my bestie from our gated community.
"Oh, Stop it, Meghna," I roll my eyes, zipping my handbag.

Meghna does not stop and continues her recitation while taking a seat beside me, "

Her eyes so alluring, her lips so soft.
Her beauty was so captivating, her aura aloft
The sun shines down, her beauty so grand
Her beauty shines brighter than the sun's rays in the sand."

"Very Flattering!! Now give it a rest." I insist, darting my eyes nervously.

Meghna giggles, "Aight ...You seem stressed though " She frowns, taking a handkerchief from her waistband. Evidently, She was jogging earlier.
 
Meghna is a creative arts assistant professor at the local college here.

"Everything all right?!!" She huffs, wiping her face with the hanky.

 My hands tremble, and my eyes dart around for an escape knowing somewhere amidst the scattered crowd, my stalker is watching me.

"Yes...Yes...Everything is fine. How was your weekend?" My voice cracks.
Meghna squints and plays with one of my golden round earrings, "I tell you what ...I did not doll up as much as you are right now during the weekend. "

"I just felt like dressing up...working on my self-image." I babble, talking nonsense.

Meghna bursts into laughter, "Trish, you don't need to work on your image. You are perfect," 
and she goes off again, "
Her hair is long and dark, and her eyes sparkle so bright.
She looks like she's come straight from a dreamy night
She's so alluring, so mysterious, and bold
I can only imagine the stories her heart would hold."

"Would you please stop teasing me?" I plead.

Meghna brushed that off, "So what story aren't you telling me...hmmmm? And why are you behaving like a skittish deer? Who is hunting you?" She looks around.

I catch my lower lip and hesitate for a few seconds, then I decide to share my secret with her, "I got a stalker."

Meghna's eyes widen, "Shut your trap !!! No way !! Oh, who am I kidding !! Of course you got a stalker." and there she goes again-

, "The saree is dbangd around her waist,
Her blouse was so low, making heads turn and race,
The beauty of her body will never go to waste."

"I am serious, Meghna. I got a stalker." I smile at a passerby who helped me with a courier once.

"Huh !!! Inside Green Valley?!! Here?!! This is supposed to be a safe haven for women." Meghna cringes on her forehead.

"Men !! " I snot.

" Yes. Men !!!" She rolls her eyes and then sizes me up suspiciously, "Ok, but why are you dressed up like you are going to party?"

"I am trying to catch him. Why else?" I reply.

"This is your brilliant idea to engage directly with a stalker? Are you mad?" Meghna embraces herself.

"Yeah, like a moth coming to its flame," I state the obvious.

Meghna's eyes scrutiny me," Your presence was enough. You didn't need to get a diva makeover for that."

"Well..he kind of asked me to wear a black saree," I confess.

Meghna's jaw drops, "And you obliged? Girl, you are feeding his ego only. Why would you do that?"

I stare at my long nails and stay silent.

"Did you want to dress up for him?" Meghna's voice is still.

"No.. of course not." My cheeks were warm.

"You are blushing ...oh my god, you wanted to look good for him." Her open mouth could swallow a bird now.
 Her eyes sparkle," Is he hot? "

"I don't even know how he looks. use your brain." I spat.

Her eyebrows arch, "Ah yeah.. of course...anonymous."

She turns her head and tries to gauge who is staring at us.

"Meghna, stop it. He will know that I revealed the secret to you if you continue behaving like a clueless Miss Marple.."

Meghna stops abruptly, "So silly of me !!! *giggles*....Many men are staring at you..so it is difficult to tell which one of them is your mysterious stalker."

"He could be anybody. A smelly old dude. A bald man suffering from midlife crisis..." I share my irritation.

Meghna chimes in, "But you knew about those possibilities before you decided to come here, Trish. You came regardless of that. So what's the catch here? Is he rich?."

"I have no idea Meghna. I am being truthful as I can. All I know is that he could be the sweeper who cleans the park." I squirm uncomfortably.

"Or the hot Pool instructor." Meghna's eyes dazzle mischievously; she halts before she speaks," So it's not the looks nor wealth.

It must be his words, then. Is he one of those dudes who can make us cream our panties by playing with words like a wizard?"

That is not the case either, as we spoke through wifi only, and he did not get to recite cringe poetries like Meghna does. 

But I won't reveal the secret wifi chat to  Meghna; otherwise, she will get step-by-step development of the game.

"No, we didn't speak much either," I tell half-truth.

"So looks, money, words, nothing had made you transform into a hottie in a black saree in the morning....." Her lips curl up," You like to follow his whims."

I blush hard," That's a bit stretch. You are talking nonsense now."

"What else could it be then?" Meghna doggedly pursues her theory," You are in it for the thrill, aren't you, babe? Oh, Arun, is that boring, huh!!!?" Meghna pouts.

"No, he is not." I profusely defend my husband.

"Cool down, Trish." Meghna looks at her digital watch, which buzzes the alarm, "Alright, Trish, I gotta go. Catch you later. Have fun with your stalker." 
She gets up, and I catch her elbow," Meghna ..not a word of this to any living soul."
Meghna grins, "Mums the word." and seals her lips, mimicking the motion of the zipper.

I watch Megha go and contemplate the conversation I had with her.

Is it really true that I get excited while following this stalker's instructions?

That can't be true. Then again, I lied to Arun and pulled an elaborate scheme to change the curtains.

I felt a knot in my belly, and he watched me having sex that night. I knew he would be watching.

I can't be this shallow. I can't let myself lose in this erotic game.

I get up. I had enough of this -'wear a black saree and go to the park game.' Nothing happened, and I was officially bored. I feel silly for dressing up and sitting like a loser at the park. As if I had a date, and my date stood me up.

I need to stop this nonsense game.

Once I reached my house, a parcel was on my doorstep.

On the top of the parcel was written' black suits you Trisha.A gift.'

I look around suspiciously after picking up the box.

My stalker was here, and the whole park thingy was a distraction to get me away from my house.
 And what's in the box? Goosebumps rise along my skin in anticipation.