25-12-2024, 07:17 AM
(25-12-2024, 06:07 AM)RCF Wrote: For now, I chose to believe in the hope that Desai wasn’t trying to steal Meera from me. She was my wife, after all. Even if she had once found physical pleasure with him, she had chosen to live her life with me. All Desai could ever get was some short-lived intimacy, while I held the bond that truly mattered – or so I told myself.
“He asked me if I’d decided to confess to you about it,” she continued.
I stared at her in disbelief. “What did you say?”
“He said he’s not feeling right about hiding the truth from you,” Meera said. “But I told him I’m not going to do it.”
“Is he coming back?”
“What?” Meera asked. “Why would you think that?”
I felt she smelled fault in my question. I struggled to look straight into her eyes. “I mean, to convince you to confess.” I said.
“And if he calls you again, tell him not to.”
Perhaps my wife wasn’t satisfied riding Desai’s dick for a few minutes, and that’s why she wanted to do it with me now, I thought bitterly.
“Oh, you’ve come,” Meera gasped, her tone more surprised than disappointed.
But last night’s events came rushing back, and with them, the weight of my inadequacy.
Two days later, while discussing some official matters with Desai over the phone, he casually asked, “So, are you moving into Alpine Heights?” The question caught me off guard.
“I haven’t decided yet,” I said, masking the unease that began to churn in my stomach.
Desai continued, “I had recommended the spot to Maithrei to start her real estate business, but I never envisioned it would be this successful.”
Desai: "Don't."
Meera: “Then?”
Desai: “We can meet.” “There.”
Meera: "Susheel. No."
Desai: "Make it Friday."
Meera: "I'm scared."
Desai: "It's more than a month, baby."
Meera: "Shit scared."
Desai: "Think of us, Meera."
Meera: "That's even more scary."
Meera: “Scarier*”
Whatever Meera was doing – whatever choices she was making – I couldn’t deny that I had planted the seeds of it. I had nurtured this part of her.
~RCF
Good detailed observations as usual.