Adultery BUSINESS TRIP WITH MY COLLEAGUE ANKITA

[sominoru]

Next day morning Ankita is woken up from her deep sleep. 


Her phone rings with a familiar tune, indicating a call from Amrish. She quickly picks it up, her voice bubbling with excitement. "Hi Amrish!" she greets enthusiastically.

"Hey Ankita," Amrish replies, his tone carrying a hint of apology. "I'm sorry, but I have some bad news."

Ankita's heart sinks a little, sensing the change in his voice. "What's going on? Is everything okay?"

"Yeah, everything's fine. It's just that Deepak won't be able to make it back as soon as he thought. He has to stay in the village for a few more days," Amrish explains.

A wave of disappointment washes over Ankita. She had been eagerly looking forward to meeting both Deepak and Amrish. "Oh, I see. Is there a problem in the village?"

"No, not a problem, per se. It's just that his presence there is needed for a bit longer. There are some issues that need his attention, and he can't leave just yet," Amrish says, his voice reflecting Deepak's sense of duty.

Ankita tries to mask her disappointment. "I understand, Amrish. His village needs him, and that's important. But, I was really looking forward to our get-together. Deepak, you and I ... we need to spend some time together as friends."

"I know, and I was looking forward to it too. I'm really sorry, Ankita. I was excited about catching up with both of you. Deepak is sorry as well," Amrish sounds genuinely apologetic.

"It's alright, Amrish. These things happen. We'll just have to plan for another time. Take care of what you need to, and let us know when Deepak is back. We can reschedule then," Ankita says, her voice warm yet tinged with a hint of sadness.

"Definitely, I'll do that. Thanks for understanding, Ankita. I'll call you as soon as Deepak is back in the city," Amrish promises.

"Okay, take care, Amrish. And if you need anything or if there's any way I can help, just let me know," Ankita offers sincerely.

"Will do. Thanks again, Ankita. Talk to you soon," Amrish says before they both say their goodbyes and end the call.

Ankita sits quietly for a moment, processing the conversation. She feels a blend of understanding for Deepak's situation and disappointment about the postponed plans. 

Ankita tried falling back into sleep. Her room, a cozy cocoon, was slowly invaded by the chirping of birds and the gentle whisper of the morning breeze. Just as she was stretching away the remnants of sleep, her phone rang again, shattering the tranquility. It was her mother, her tone a familiar blend of excitement and insistence.

"Ankita, beta, have you forgotten? You're meeting Nandu Laal today, the young man I told you about," her mother said, barely containing her enthusiasm.

Ankita sighed, the weight of her reluctance heavy in her voice. "Yes, Ma, I remember," she replied, her words slow and reluctant. She had heard much about Nandu Laal, an arranged marriage prospect her parents were eager about, but Ankita's heart wasn't in it.

Her mother's voice took on a firmer tone. "Ankita, this is important for our family. Nandu is a good match. You must meet him with an open mind."

Reluctantly agreeing, Ankita set out for the day, her mind a whirl of thoughts. She met Nandu at a quaint café, its walls adorned with art and its air filled with the aroma of coffee. Nandu was already there, seated awkwardly, his hands fidgeting with a napkin.

"Hello, Ankita. It's nice to finally meet you," he greeted, his voice tinged with a nervous eagerness.

Ankita forced a smile. "Hello, Nandu. How are you?"

Their conversation started with trivialities - the weather, the café, their respective journeys there. Nandu seemed nice enough, but his conversation lacked depth, revolving around his job in accounting and his fondness for cricket. Ankita listened, her responses polite but noncommittal, her mind wandering.

Then, out of the blue, Nandu asked, "So, Ankita, I hope it's alright to ask – have you ever had a boyfriend before?"

The question caught Ankita off-guard. She hesitated, feeling a mix of surprise and irritation. "No, I haven't," she answered curtly, her discomfort evident. She wondered why her past mattered, why it was a topic in a conversation that already felt too structured, too forced.

Nandu nodded, a hint of relief in his expression. "Oh, good. I just wanted to know. You know how it is with families and expectations."

The rest of the meeting passed in a blur of uneventful chatter. Ankita was polite but distant, her answers short, her mind firmly made up. As they parted ways, with a promise to "think about it" and "let the parents know," Ankita felt a sense of relief wash over her.

The whole experience left Ankita contemplative. She realized that while she respected her culture and her parents' wishes, she yearned for something more - a connection, a spark, something that couldn't be found in arranged meet-ups and forced conversations. As she walked home, the sun setting in a blaze of colors, Ankita knew that her journey to find love would be on her own terms, in her own time.

As Ankita walked home, her thoughts were a swirling mix of emotions and reflections. The fading daylight cast long shadows on the path, mirroring the doubts and uncertainties in her heart. She pondered over her meeting with Nandu Laal, realizing it had solidified her desire for a love that was organic and spontaneous, not predetermined by familial arrangements.

Upon reaching home, her mother called her. She eagerly awaited her, her eyes brimming with questions. "So, how did it go? Did you like him?" she asked, barely able to contain her curiosity.

Ankita sighed, knowing the conversation that lay ahead. "He's nice, Ma, but there was no connection. I didn't feel the spark I was hoping for," she explained gently, bracing herself for her mother's reaction.

Her mother's face fell slightly, a mixture of disappointment and concern etching her features. "But Ankita, these things take time. You can't expect to feel something right away," she reasoned, her tone a blend of hope and apprehension.

Ankita sat down beside her mother, taking her hands in a gesture of understanding and affection. "I know you want what's best for me, but I need to feel that connection, that rightness. I don't want to settle in something as important as marriage," Ankita expressed, her words heartfelt and sincere.

Her mother looked into her eyes, searching for an assurance, a promise of happiness. "I just want you to be happy, beta. But you have to think about our traditions, our culture," she implored.

Ankita nodded, acknowledging her mother's concerns. "I respect our traditions, Ma, but I also believe I should have a say in my own life, especially in matters of the heart. I need to find someone who understands me, who connects with me beyond the surface."

The conversation stretched into the evening, with Ankita explaining her perspective and her mother slowly coming to understand her daughter's need for a love that was self-chosen. It was a difficult, emotional discussion, filled with moments of disagreement and understanding.

As night fell, a quiet understanding settled between them. Ankita's mother, though still worried, agreed to give her more time, to let her find her own path in love and life. Ankita felt a deep gratitude for her mother's willingness to listen and adapt.

That night, as Ankita lay in bed, the moon casting a soft glow through her window, she felt a sense of empowerment. She knew the road ahead would be challenging, filled with societal expectations and familial pressures, but she also knew she had taken the first step towards living life on her own terms, towards finding a love that was true to her heart.


The following days for Ankita were a blend of introspection and quiet rebellion. Her conversations with her mother had opened a door to mutual understanding, albeit a door that creaked with the weight of generations of tradition and expectation. Ankita felt empowered by her decision to seek a love that resonated with her soul, but she was also acutely aware of the balancing act it required within her family and community.

Her days were filled with the usual routines - work, meeting friends, and occasional gatherings. But beneath the surface, there was a newfound determination in Ankita. She started to explore her own desires and aspirations more deeply, understanding that her journey to find love was also a journey of self-discovery.

Meanwhile, her parents, particularly her mother, were caught in a whirlwind of emotions. They were torn between their deep-rooted beliefs in the traditions of arranged marriage and their love for Ankita, which made them want to see her happy and fulfilled on her own terms. Conversations at home often skirted around the topic of marriage, a silent acknowledgment of the uncharted territory they were all navigating.

In her quest for self-discovery, Ankita found solace in her hobbies. She rekindled her love for painting, allowing her emotions to flow through the brush onto the canvas, creating vibrant expressions of her inner turmoil and hopes. Her art became a sanctuary, a place where she could be utterly herself without judgment or expectation.

One evening, as she sat in a café, her eyes lost in the hues of the sunset, she realized how much she had grown. She was no longer the woman who sat across from Nandu Laal, uncertain and confined by expectations. She had evolved into someone who understood the value of her own happiness and the importance of carving out a path defined by her own choices and desires.

Ankita's story was not just about the search for love. It was about the journey of a young woman navigating the complexities of tradition and modernity, of familial duty and personal happiness. It was a testament to the courage it takes to stand up for one's own beliefs and the beauty of finding oneself amidst the chaos of expectations.

As the sky turned from orange to a deep blue, Ankita smiled to herself, a sense of peace settling in her heart. She knew her journey was far from over, but she was ready to face whatever came her way, armed with the knowledge that her happiness was her own to find and cherish.

Ankita's mother called her one evening, a hesitant quiver in her voice, reflecting a mix of hope and concern. "Ankita, beta, I've been thinking," she began cautiously, "Maybe you should give Nandu Laal another chance. Sometimes, understanding takes more than one meeting."

Ankita, surprised by her mother's request, felt a wave of unease. She respected her mother's perspective, but the thought of meeting Nandu again didn't sit well with her. Despite her reservations, she agreed, driven by a sense of duty and a faint hope that perhaps her mother could be right.

The second meeting with Nandu was arranged at the same quaint café, its walls now familiar to Ankita. As she sat across from him, the initial awkwardness from their first encounter seemed to have lessened. Nandu appeared more at ease, and the conversation flowed more naturally than before.

However, just as Ankita was beginning to reconsider her initial impression of Nandu, he asked a question that left her utterly shocked. "Ankita, I hope you don't mind me asking, but are you a virgin?"

The question hung in the air like a thick fog, heavy and uncomfortable. Ankita felt a rush of emotions - shock, anger, disbelief. She looked at Nandu, her eyes wide with astonishment. "Excuse me? I don't think that's an appropriate question to ask," she responded, her voice trembling with a mix of indignation and shock.

Nandu seemed to realize his blunder immediately. "I'm sorry, Ankita. I didn't mean to offend you. It's just that... well, in our culture, these things are considered important," he stammered, his face flushing with embarrassment.

Ankita took a moment to compose herself, her mind racing. "Yes, I am a virgin, but that is my private matter. And it should not be a condition or a question in a conversation like this. I'm here to understand if we can connect on a deeper, more personal level, not to be judged on such criteria," she said firmly, her voice laced with assertiveness.

Nandu nodded, his expression remorseful. "I'm really sorry, Ankita. I didn't mean to judge you. It's just the pressure from family and society... sometimes it gets to me too," he apologized, his voice low and sincere.

Ankita could see the genuine regret in Nandu's eyes, and part of her empathized with the societal pressures he too was under. However, the incident had made her realize that their values and perspectives were too different. She appreciated his apology but knew in her heart that a relationship between them wouldn't work.

The rest of the meeting passed in a blur of strained politeness. As they parted ways, Ankita felt a sense of closure. She knew she had made the right decision, not just for herself but for both of them.

Back home, Ankita recounted the incident to her mother, who listened with a mix of surprise and disappointment. "I'm sorry, beta," her mother said softly, "I didn't realize how different things have become, how different you both are."

That night, as Ankita lay in bed, she felt a sense of empowerment and clarity. She had stood up for her beliefs and her dignity. She knew that her journey to find love might be challenging, but she was determined to find someone who respected her and shared her values. The path ahead was uncertain, but Ankita felt ready to walk it with her head held high.



Nandu asks her mom for a third meeting.. he sincerely apologizes for his line of questioning. He admits that he is inexperienced with relationships and felt inferior. Ankita's mom is impressed and smiles. Nandu is not a good looking or attractive person but he is very good but he needs to be trained.. maybe Ankita can marry him Ankita's mom thinks to herself. She informs Ankita that she has to meet him again one final time.

Nandu, despite the awkwardness of their previous encounter, reached out to Ankita, requesting a third meeting. His persistence was a mix of traditional respect and a genuine wish to make amends. Reluctantly, Ankita agreed, curious about Nandu's intentions and moved by his apparent sincerity.

The third meeting took place in a small, serene park, a change from the café setting. The open space, surrounded by greenery and the soft murmur of the city in the distance, created a more relaxed atmosphere. Ankita sat on a bench, watching the leaves rustle in the gentle breeze, her mind a whirl of thoughts.

Nandu arrived, his demeanor noticeably humble. He greeted Ankita with a polite nod and sat beside her, maintaining a respectful distance. There was an earnestness in his eyes, a clear indication that he had given much thought to this meeting.

"Ankita, I want to sincerely apologize for my earlier question. It was inappropriate and disrespectful," he began, his voice steady but filled with remorse. "I realize I've been influenced by certain societal norms and expectations, but that's no excuse. I was wrong, and I'm truly sorry."

Ankita listened, surprised by his candidness. Nandu continued, "I also want to admit that I am inexperienced in matters of relationships and intimacy. I've always felt a bit inferior about it, and I guess that led to my awkward questioning. I'm still learning, and I hope you can forgive my ignorance."

There was a vulnerability in Nandu's confession that Ankita hadn't expected. She saw a different side of him - not just the unattractive, naive man she had initially perceived, but someone honest and willing to admit his faults and insecurities.

Ankita smiled, a genuine smile that reflected her appreciation for his honesty. "Thank you for being so open, Nandu. I understand it's not easy to admit such things, and I respect your sincerity."

As they talked, Ankita observed Nandu more closely. He might not have been conventionally good-looking or charming, but there was an innocence about him, a naivety that was endearing in its own way. His willingness to learn and grow was evident, and it struck a chord with Ankita.

In a moment of introspection, Ankita thought to herself, "Maybe I can marry him. He's not what I envisioned, but perhaps there's more to him than meets the eye. He's honest and earnest, and maybe, just maybe, he's someone I can help shape and grow with."

The meeting ended on a positive note, with both Ankita and Nandu feeling a sense of understanding and mutual respect. Ankita left the park with a lot to think about. She hadn't made any decisions yet, but for the first time, she considered the possibility of a future with Nandu, not just as a partner but as someone she could guide and grow alongside.

As she walked home, Ankita realized that relationships are not just about finding the perfect person, but also about understanding, compassion, and the willingness to see beyond the surface. Her journey of love and self-discovery continued, now with a new perspective and an open mind.

Later that evening, after returning home from her thoughtful meeting with Nandu in the park, Ankita was still processing the day's events. The house was quiet, a contrast to the whirlwind of emotions and thoughts she was experiencing. As she sat in her room, her phone rang, displaying Nandu's name on the screen. Curious and a bit apprehensive, she answered the call.

"Hello, Ankita," Nandu's voice came through, sounding hesitant yet earnest. "I've been thinking about our talk today, and I was wondering if... if you would consider being intimate with me."

Ankita felt a jolt of surprise and discomfort at his request. The directness of his question, especially after their recent conversations, took her aback. She took a moment to gather her thoughts before responding.

"Nandu, I'm surprised you're asking this. I value our recent conversations, and I thought you understood where I stand," she began, her voice calm but firm. "I am a traditional person in many ways, and for me, intimacy is something that comes after marriage. It's a personal choice, and I'm not ready to change that."

There was a pause on the other end of the line, and Ankita could sense Nandu's disappointment. "I understand, Ankita," he finally said, his voice tinged with a mix of respect and sadness. "I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable. It's just that... I have feelings for you, and I thought maybe..."

Ankita interrupted gently, "I appreciate your feelings, Nandu, but we need to respect each other's boundaries and beliefs. What you're asking goes against my values, and it's important for me to stay true to them."

Nandu sighed, a sound of resignation. "You're right, Ankita. I respect your decision and your beliefs. I'm sorry for overstepping."

The conversation ended shortly after, with Nandu apologizing once more before hanging up. Ankita sat there for a while, the phone still in her hand, feeling a mix of relief and disappointment. She respected Nandu's honesty and his willingness to understand her perspective, but his request had made her question the nature of their growing relationship.

That night, as Ankita lay in bed, she pondered the complexities of relationships and the importance of mutual respect and understanding. She realized that while Nandu had many qualities she admired, their values and expectations might not align as she had hoped. This realization was yet another step in her journey, a reminder of the importance of staying true to oneself in the quest for love and companionship.



Ankita, feeling stressed gets out of her bed, she pours herself a glass of Vodka. The room is dimly lit, creating a calming atmosphere. She takes a sip, letting the sweet taste soothe her nerves. As she pours a second glass, there's a knock at the door.


Ankita, slightly startled: "Who could that be at this hour?"

She quickly adjusts her night dress to look presentable and heads to the door. Upon opening it, she finds Amrish and Deepak standing outside, looking cheerful.
Ankita, surprised: "Deepak! Nice to finally see you! "
Amrish, with a friendly smile: "We were just passing by and thought to check on you. Hope we're not disturbing?"
Deepak, nodding: "Yeah, we noticed your lights on. All good?"
Ankita, smiling: "Of course, you're always welcome. Come in, come in!"
They enter the living room, taking in the warm and inviting space. Ankita gestures towards the sofa.
Ankita: "Please, make yourselves comfortable. Can I get you something to drink? I was just having some Vodka."
Amrish: "That sounds refreshing, actually. Yes, please!"
Deepak: "I'd love some too, thank you."
Ankita pours two more glasses of Vodka and hands them to her guests. They each take a sip, appreciating the flavor.
Deepak: "This is really good! What's in it?"
Ankita: "It's a mix of orange, apple. I find it quite relaxing."
Amrish: "It's delicious and so soothing. Perfect for a late-night chat."
They all sit back, sipping their drinks, the room filled with a sense of comfort and friendship.