Adultery The Facilitator

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PART A


The sun rose over Mumbai, lighting up the city. Esha, 32, looked radiant in the morning light. Her hair, usually up in a bun, was down, making her look less strict. Her eyes showed her drive and love for her family, and her smile could brighten any place.

Esha was in the kitchen making Kunal's favorite masala dosa. The sizzling sound of cooking filled the air. Kunal watched her with his glasses crooked. The kitchen was her domain where she showed her love through cooking. She moved easily in her cream sari, setting out ingredients like rice flour and spices.

She soaked the grains, chopped onions, and mixed her special spices, the kitchen filling with the sound and smell of cooking.

Kunal carefully set the table, placing everything just right. Aditya helped by setting out forks, happy to be part of the routine.

"Can I help, Mumma?" Aditya asked, his eyes bright.

"Of course," Esha said, lifting him up to stir the batter. He beamed with pride, making Kunal laugh.

Esha cooked the dosa on the hot pan, spreading the batter thin. Kunal watched, not just the dosa but how lovingly she cooked.

"It smells so good, Mumma!" Aditya said, excited.

"It's all about the taste," Esha replied, letting him smell the spices. He crinkled his nose in delight as Kunal ruffled his hair.

Esha served the dosa, golden and tasty. Kunal poured coffee, its smell adding to the breakfast aroma.

They ate, feeling warm and close as a family. Kunal and Aditya's praise made Esha happy; breakfast was more than just eating, it was their time for stories and laughs.

Kunal told tales of his day, which thrilled Aditya, who listened with wide eyes.

After eating, Esha cleaned up, her thoughts on work. She saw Kunal helping Aditya with homework.

Getting ready for work, she checked on Aditya, now reading. Kunal's smile was a quiet promise of their love.

Esha hugged Aditya, whispered words of encouragement, then kissed Kunal goodbye, their kiss a promise of their life together.



Driving to work, Esha thought about her team, her clients, and her strategies. But mostly, she thought of Kunal and Aditya, who made her mornings special.

Esha walked into the bank, her light green kurti and black trousers reflecting her professionalism. She was excited yet nervous about her new role as a manager, handling a big client like Aniket. She had the potential, everyone agreed, but there was a quiet tension in her ambition, a nervousness about the unknown.

Her office was modest but warm, with a small window letting in light. On her desk, photos of Aditya playing and one with Kunal at a picnic grounded her, reminding her why she excelled.

The day started with her supervisor's words, "He's big, Esha, but I trust you." His confidence was both comforting and challenging. Esha's heart raced with both thrill and pressure.

She dived into preparations, her actions focused, reviewing Aniket's background, understanding his investment needs. Her team saw her earnestness, her questions not just for show but for real learning.

Between meetings, her mind wandered back to the morning with her family, bringing smile on her face.

When dealing with clients, Esha was clear, professional, yet still learning. Her colleagues admired her dedication, her late hours to prepare for Aniket.

As evening approached, Esha reviewed her notes, anticipating Aniket's questions, her dedication personal as well as professional.

Packing up, she felt both accomplished and anxious. Her colleagues' encouragement was a balm to her nerves.

Leaving the bank, her thoughts shifted to home, to Kunal's warmth, Aditya's tales. This new role was more than work; it was proving she could balance her life's many parts.

While returning back home, Esha felt determined. This was her chance to show she could manage, learn, and thrive, even with less experience.


Next day,Aniket walked into the bank like he owned the place. His suit was sharp, his stance confident. He was here for a new portfolio manager since his last one retired.

Esha, in her office, was a mix of excited and nervous. She'd been picked to handle this big client. Her desk was neat, all set for the meeting. She straightened her pink kurti, glancing at her family photo for courage.

When Aniket entered, they were strangers to each other. Esha stood, her handshake professional.

"Welcome, Mr. Aniket," she said, her voice steady but with a hint of nerves.

"Thank you," Aniket replied, his voice formal. He sat down, looking around her office, sizing her up.

Esha introduced herself, explaining her role and the bank's service promise. She was clear but still had that eager-to-please vibe.

Aniket was used to dealing with experienced people, but he seemed to like Esha's fresh approach. He asked questions to see how she'd manage his investments. Esha answered with confidence, though she checked her notes now and then.

"I need someone with new ideas," Aniket stated, his tone neutral. "Why should I choose you?"

Esha took a deep breath. "I focus on what each client really wants," she said, her eyes sincere. "I might not have the years, but I've got dedication and a drive to learn."

They talked about Aniket's financial goals. Esha suggested strategies, her approach thoughtful despite her newness to the role. Aniket listened, his questions were sharp, his interest clear in how she handled the financial talk.

Everything was strictly business. Esha wanted to prove herself, and Aniket was checking if she could handle his company's money. No personal vibes, just work.

When the meeting ended, Aniket stood, his face unreadable. "Let's see how it goes," he said, shaking her hand. "Good approach, Ms. Esha."

"Thanks for this chance, Mr. Aniket. Looking forward to working with you," Esha said, her handshake firm this time, feeling more confident.

Aniket left, and Esha sat back, feeling the weight of what lay ahead but also excited about proving herself in finance.


Next week,Esha had everything ready for her meeting with Aniket, wanting to show how much she'd learned. Her desk was covered with notes and graphs.

Aniket arrived right on time, his handshake firm, his eyes scanning the papers in front of him as he sat down.

"Please, sit," Esha said, her voice calm, her smile professional. She felt more assured since their last talk.

"Thanks," Aniket said, his voice neutral.

Esha jumped into an update on his investments. "I've been watching your portfolio closely. Here's what I've noticed from recent market changes," she said, showing him graphs, highlighting where his money was growing or at risk.

Aniket paid close attention, his questions sharp. "How do you deal with the ups and downs in tech?" he asked, looking at her intently.

"I see the risk in tech, but there's growth in new markets," Esha replied, pointing to a slide. She explained her plan for managing risks while seeking out opportunities, watching his reactions.

They kept it all business. Aniket nodded at her thoroughness, his next questions digging into her strategy. "What's your plan for these risks?" he asked, genuinely curious.

"Spreading your investments into stable sectors when tech dips," Esha said, giving him a list of her ideas.

Aniket looked over her suggestions, his face serious. "Good work," he noted, showing he respected her effort.

They discussed further, Esha quick to respond when Aniket threw in a market shift scenario, suggesting ways to protect his investments, her confidence based on her knowledge.

As the meeting ended, Esha felt proud of how she'd shown her skills. Aniket stood, saying, "Thanks for the insights, Ms. Esha. Excited to see these in action."

Esha shook his hand, professional to the end. "Thank you, Mr. Aniket. I'm all in for your portfolio's success."


Mumbai's evening air was cool as Esha stepped from her car, her saree a perfect mix of tradition and professionalism. The restaurant, chosen for its quiet luxury, was set for a team dinner celebrating a recent win, suggested by Aniket. This wasn't just a party; it was about building better team bonds. Esha saw it as a chance to show her leadership outside the office.

Walking in, she was met with the buzz of chatter and the sound of utensils. Aniket was already there, his presence both authoritative and friendly as he chatted with others. Seeing Esha, he walked over with a warm, professional smile.

"Ms. Esha, glad you could come," Aniket said, his handshake firm.

"Thanks for inviting me, Aniket. Nice place," Esha replied, her smile sincere, her eyes scanning the room.

"I thought it'd be good for us to unwind outside work," Aniket said, gesturing at the crowd. "It's about getting to know each other."

"Absolutely," Esha agreed, appreciating the idea.

They sat down, Esha opposite Aniket, with Priya, a colleague and friend close to her family, on one side, and Vikram from Aniket's team on the other.

"How do you juggle work and family?" Vikram asked, genuinely curious. "I heard you have a little boy."

Esha blushed a bit, not used to personal questions at such events. "It's all about choosing what matters most. Kunal and I make time for Aditya. He loves drawing," she said, her voice warm with pride.

Priya laughed, "She's our role model. Esha works long hours but never misses Aditya's college stuff. Like that art show, remember?"

Esha smiled at the memory, "Yes, and you were there, cheering like crazy."

This made Esha more approachable to Aniket's team. Aniket watched, impressed. "That's impressive," he said, meeting her eyes. "Not many balance work and home like that."

"Thanks," Esha said, smiling at both. "It's teamwork all around."

The talk shifted to their project's success. "It was our joint effort," Esha said, nodding to Aniket. "Your guidance was key."

Aniket raised his glass, "And your ideas changed the game. Here's to more of this."

As dinner went on, personal stories filled the air. Neha shared her travel tales, prompting Esha to talk about their trip to Lonavala. "Seeing it through Aditya's eyes was magical," she said.

"Try Mahabaleshwar next," Aniket suggested, his voice kind. "It's great for families."

"Thanks, I'll think about it," Esha replied, appreciating the suggestion.

Priya added, "Aditya would adore it there. He's a nature lover, like his mom."

The night was a blend of work and personal life. Esha admired how Aniket made everyone feel important, a leadership trait she wanted to learn. With Priya there, the dinner felt like a friendly gathering.

Priya, always upbeat, asked, "How do you stay so calm under pressure?"

Esha laughed, easing the atmosphere, "It's all practice, and knowing it's for my family."

Aniket added thoughtfully, "Strong personal values make the best leaders."

Esha felt a mix of professional respect and personal recognition. "I believe in that balance," she said, her eyes meeting his in thanks.

Over dessert, Esha shared a funny story about Aditya's cooking attempts, sparking laughter and more stories. Priya chimed in, "He's a chef in the making, right?" making Esha laugh with joy.

That moment, Esha and Aniket laughed together, their professional barriers slightly lowered.

As the dinner ended, Aniket pulled Esha aside. "You did great tonight. It's about more than numbers; it's about people. I respect that."

Esha looked at him, her professionalism intact but with a new warmth. "Thank you, Aniket. People are just as important as profits."

The evening wrapped up with handshakes and farewells.