Adultery Wife Swapping Went Wrong

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Wife Swapping  Went Wrong 


Debosree was almost startled by Sagnik's proposal.

"What are you saying? This is so wrong. If something goes wrong, it will become a security officer case."

"You have to do it. When a lover is in trouble, every wife should help him. I'm only asking you to get married, and at the time of the bride's departure, I will switch you with my sister and put her in the car."

"Agree, dear. Sagnik is insisting so much. If you help a little, my Sutapa will be settled. Once she's married, I will arrange your marriage with Sagnik. How can a brother get married while his elder sister remains unmarried?"

None of Debosree's protests reached Sagnik's ears. In the end, she had to sit in front of the groom's family, posing as Sutapa. They liked her immediately. The groom was a successful businessman, wealthy and handsome. His mother said, "We have no demands, we just wanted a beautiful girl like Sutapa as our daughter-in-law."

The wedding date was then fixed.

As soon as the groom's party left, Sagnik tried to get close to Debosree.

"Phew, without you, my ugly sister wouldn't have gotten settled. The sun was setting, casting a mystical ambiance. Debosree, with intense hatred towards Sagnik, barely managed to say, "Once Sutapa's marriage is over, you'll be mine again."

The wedding was scheduled for ten that night. Sagnik's mother had already called people from a beauty parlor to dress Debosree early. Now, Sutapa was being dressed.

At the wedding venue, Sagnik wasn't letting anyone near. At midnight, Debosree, thinking she was Sutapa, got married to Rohit, who applied bright red sindoor in her hair. Just then, someone whispered something in the groom's ear, making him restless. As soon as the ceremony ended, the groom and a few of his friends practically dragged Debosree and Rohit into a car and sped off to Dubrajpur. Sutapa's fate was sealed, and so was Debosree's. Debosree broke down in tears. The car was speeding towards Dubrajpur.

Someone remarked, "Shame! Showing a fair girl and passing off a dark one. Don’t worry, Rohit. From now on, Debosree is your wife. If there's any trouble, it will become a court case."

Debosree spent the night in anxiety and ridicule. The next day was the wedding feast, and the night would be the nuptial night. As the afternoon turned into evening, Debosree's throat felt dry with fear. What if Rohit... she shuddered.

In the evening, Rohit's mother lifted Debosree's chin and said, "It's time to start getting ready." She then told Rakhi to take Debosree to her room and dress her up. Soon, Rohit's friends would come to decorate the bed. Debosree's heart trembled.

Debosree sat huddled on a stool in front of the mirror, the air conditioner running lightly, the door ajar. Jewelry, a Banarasi saree, and makeup items were scattered on the dressing table. Rakhi was silently parting her hair into three sections to backcomb it. The room was filled with an uncomfortable silence.

Debosree's thoughts drifted to Sagnik. Their love had started in college when she was **. Ten years had passed since then. After Sagnik's father passed away, he inherited his father's railway job and kept delaying their marriage, saying he would marry her after his sister got married and his job became permanent. Now, by a twist of fate, she found herself in a completely unfamiliar environment, far from Kolkata. If she accepted this marriage, she would become Rohit's wife. If not, would Sagnik come to rescue her?

Rakhi still hadn't spoken. She was busy making Debosree's bun, pinning it carefully. Debosree’s face was stern, her hair now adorned with fresh sindoor.

"Hurry up," Rakhi urged. Debosree robotically complied, and Rakhi fastened the bra hook at her back. A sweet fragrance filled the room as Rakhi applied powder to Debosree's smooth arms and back. Just then, one of Rohit's friend's wives entered the room, casting a seductive glance.

"Only a few hours left until the driver blows the rickshaw horn," she hinted, making Rakhi laugh.

Rakhi applied foundation generously on Debosree's hands, face, neck, shoulders, and back. "There will be a nuptial night since you're married. Right, Ruby?"

These people were kind despite the deceit. Debosree gathered her courage.

"Please have mercy on me. I was forced to do this."

Rakhi didn't care. While applying eyebrow pencil, she said, "Why would we listen to you? You are legally married to Rohit. Now, close your eyes, I'll apply eyeshadow."

Debosree couldn't speak. Rakhi's hands moved quickly, applying eyeshadow, eyeliner, and thick mascara on her lashes. Debosree feared the worst. Sagnik's unprepared face flashed before her eyes.

Ruby said, "Debosree, you need to accept your fate. The marriage is with Rohit, not Sagnik. Rohit has many friends in Dubrajpur. He's a good man. Why would you ruin his life?"

Debosree was silent.

Rakhi had finished contouring Debosree’s face. She told her to smile while applying blush on her cheeks. Seizing the opportunity, she said, "My brother's luck is good. Otherwise, how would he get a bride like an actress?"

Debosree's inner turmoil was indescribable. Even though she and Sagnik weren't officially married, they had shared everything in their ten-year relationship. Debosree thought of her father, who had warned her against Sagnik. How would he face her on her auspicious day?

The makeup was almost done. It was time for the chandan (sandalwood) decoration. Ruby lifted Debosree's chin and said, "You are glowing. By next year, you should have a baby brother for Rakhi. Right?"

Rakhi and Ruby laughed together, making Debosree uneasy.

Just as Debosree's makeup was almost complete, Sagnik arrived. Hearing the commotion outside, Ruby ran out, and Rakhi sternly told Debosree to sit quietly, saying the elders would handle everything. Rakhi began applying chandan on Debosree’s forehead. Rohit and his family took Sagnik aside forcefully. Debosree couldn’t hear the outside commotion clearly. The wedding music had started.

After a while, Ruby returned, laughing. "That Sagnik is such a coward. He ran off as soon as we mentioned the security officer."

Debosree's makeup was complete. Rakhi had made her lips bright red. 

From the evening, Debosree was sweating as she sat on the bride's chair, all dressed up, while Rakhi constantly powdered her face. Even though Sagnik had left, a sense of impending doom lingered in her mind. It felt as if major trouble was imminent. Sagnik had pushed her into this situation, and with intense hatred towards him, Debosree prayed to God for a way out. Every time Rohit came and went, he observed Debosree. Whenever their eyes met, she quickly looked away. As the guests began to leave, Debosree's mother-in-law sat her and Rohit among the remaining guests to feed them. The deeper the night got, the more nervous Debosree became. She could not be with the one she had loved all her life. By a twist of fate, she was now bound to someone she didn’t know. Her life was leading her down a path of no return.

When everything was done, and it was around midnight, Rohit entered the room. Debosree was sitting on a cushioned stool in front of the dressing table, having moved away from the flower-decorated bed. Rohit closed the door and put his hand on her shoulder. His voice sounded heavy in her ears.

"Debosree, come to bed. It's very late."

"You go, I will..."

"How can that be? We are very close now."

"You know, I love someone else..."

"Loved. After tonight, you will love only me," Rohit said, smiling slyly.

"That cannot happen."

"It will," Rohit suddenly grabbed Debosree by her arm, gently touched the back of her neck under her bun, feeling her radiance. Then, in an instant, he lifted her in his arms.

"We are now husband and wife. So, like any other husband and wife, everything will happen between us that happens between every couple."

The next day, when Debosree woke up, Rohit was already ready. The house was full of people. How could Debosree step out in this condition? Rohit seemed to understand her mind. He smiled and said, "You don't have to come out in this condition. I am sending Rakhi to you."

A little while later, Rakhi came in with a damp towel and seductive eyes.

"Did brother trouble you a lot last night?"

Hiding her face in Rakhi's chest, Debosree said in a tender voice, "A lot."