Adultery The Facilitator

[clearlover]

Part Q

The night was quiet, only the soft glow from the lamp lighting up the room. Aniket slept soundly beside her after their passionate encounter. Esha, however, was wide awake, her thoughts caught on the words Aniket had spoken during their intimacy.

She remembered how he had teased her, coaxing her to speak of fantasies. "Make me pregnant," she had whispered, playing along with his game. The thrill of their playful banter had sent butterflies through her, the fantasy feeling almost real.

Yet, as she watched Aniket sleep, a wave of guilt washed over her. She had enjoyed the moment, the way he made her feel so wanted, so desired. But the reality of her marriage to Kunal, her son Aditya, brought a heavy feeling to her heart.

The fantasy had been exciting, the tickle of it making her feel alive, but now in the silence, the weight of her real life, her responsibilities, made her feel the guilt. She was caught between the joy of their moment and the life she knew she must return to.

His assurances that it was just a fantasy played over and over in her mind. Yet, doubts clung to her like shadows. Could she really keep this playful fantasy separate from her life as a wife, as mother of a boy?

Guilt mingled with her joy, turning her heart into a heavy stone. She had cherished these fleeting moments with Aniket, the escape they offered from her routine life. But the reality of her commitments to Kunal and Aditya pressed down on her, a reminder of the world outside this intimate bubble. What if this fantasy started to blur into her reality, affecting her decisions, her emotions?

Esha let out a deep sigh, her eyes tracing the dance of shadows on the ceiling. She felt the allure of the fantasy, the warmth it spread through her, making her feel wanted, cherished. But then, there was the undeniable pull of her responsibilities, her love for her son, the life she had built with Kunal. The emotions swirled inside her, a tempest of desire for more of these moments, duty to her family, and fear of what indulging in such fantasies might mean for her future.

She knew she had to tread carefully, to find a balance between these secret desires and the life she was committed to. Lying there, Esha felt torn, caught between the thrilling escape Aniket offered and the life she was bound to by love and duty, wondering how much of her heart she could give to each without losing herself in the process.

Morning light filled the kitchen as Aniket found Esha, already dressed for work, making breakfast.

He wrapped his arms around her from behind, "Good morning," he whispered, kissing her neck.

Esha smiled, "Morning. Here's your coffee," she said, handing him a cup.

Aniket took it, his eyes playful.

"Add some milk if you need," Esha suggested, focusing on the toast.

Aniket chuckled, his arm still around her waist, "Can I take it from you?" he teased, glancing at her chest.

Esha laughed, "Oh, stop it," she said, giving him a playful nudge.

Aniket grinned, "But I can.”

"No, no, no," Esha shook her head, her voice a mix of shyness and amusement.

"Fantasy time's over," she added, her cheeks slightly pink.

Aniket just smiled, "Okay, okay."

They sat for breakfast, Esha's playful scolding filling the room with warmth, Aniket enjoying her banter. After breakfast, Esha left for the office, her mind still buzzing with the morning's playful banter with Aniket. The day at work passed in a blur, her thoughts often drifting to the time they were sharing, knowing these days were numbered with Kunal's return looming.

In the evening, returning to Aniket's apartment felt satisfying, where their love could breathe freely. After Aniket returns from his office, they decided to take a walk in the park close to his home, post dinner.The night air was cool,they held hands, their steps slow, enjoying the quiet of the park under the glow of street lamps.

Finding a bench, they sat close, Esha resting her head on Aniket's shoulder. "Kunal's back next weekend," she said, her voice barely above a whisper, tinged with sadness.

Aniket nodded, his voice heavy, "I know."

"We'll only meet during my work hours," Esha murmured, the reality of their situation making her heart ache.

"And when you can," Aniket added, trying to inject some lightness into his tone but falling short.

Esha looked up at him, her eyes reflecting the moonlight, showing how much she'd miss their closeness. "I'll miss this," she whispered, her voice a mix of longing and sorrow.

"We'll make it work," Aniket promised, his voice firm, kissing her head softly, his touch a comfort against the impending separation.

Esha gave a small, sad smile, "We have to."

Their conversation turned to memories, to how their relationship had evolved. "Remember when we first kissed?" Aniket asked, a playful note in his voice despite the melancholy.

Esha chuckled, "How could I forget? I was so furious."

"Yeah, you made me work hard," Aniket said, his eyes twinkling with the memory. "I had to do so much just to win you back."

"Like what?" Esha asked, her curiosity piqued by their shared history.

"Like those gifts, the poems," Aniket laughed, remembering his efforts. "You had me jumping through hoops."

"And you did it all," Esha said, her voice soft, touched by his persistence.

"Every bit was worth it," Aniket replied, his hand gently squeezing hers, showing how much he cherished their journey.

Esha's voice was thick with sadness, "Sometimes, I wish we'd never met. That I never gave in."

Aniket's heart ached at her words, "Why?"

"My life's torn between you and Kunal," she confessed, her eyes welling up.

"I know," Aniket whispered, his hand tightening around hers.

"I'm scared, Aniket," Esha admitted, her voice trembling. "Scared you'll leave my life."

Aniket looked at her, his own eyes reflecting his inner turmoil, "I don't want to go."

"But I can't fully be with you," Esha said, a tear slipping down her cheek. "I can't live without you either."

"What do we do?" Esha asked, her voice a whisper of despair.

Aniket took a deep breath, his own emotions a storm. "We find a way," he said, his voice firm yet gentle. "Even if it's not how we want it."

Esha nodded, her heart heavy, "I just don't know how."

"We take it one day at a time," Aniket suggested, his thumb gently wiping away her tear. "Keep this... us... alive, even if it's just in moments."

Esha leaned into him, seeking comfort, "Moments aren't enough."

"They'll have to be," Aniket said, his voice laced with both determination and sadness. "Until we figure out more."

A small kid, who had been playing nearby, wandered over to them, his face lighting up with curiosity. Esha and Aniket engaged with him, their laughter mixing with the child's giggles. They played a quick game of catch, the kid's laughter infectious, before he ran off, leaving a trail of joy behind.

Esha snuggled closer to Aniket, the warmth of the moment easing her heartache. "He's cute, isn't he?" she remarked, watching the child play.

"Very," Aniket agreed, his eyes still on the kid.

"Do you like babies?" Esha asked, her voice soft, probing.

"Only if they're ours," Aniket teased, his smile playful yet revealing a deeper wish.

Esha laughed, "You know, having a baby is a big challenge."

"I'd take it all," Aniket said, his voice sincere.

"Really?" Esha teased, her eyes challenging him. "Late nights, diapers?"

Aniket grinned, "If it's with you, every moment."

"Tell me more," Esha urged, wanting to escape into the fantasy, to forget her troubles. "What else would you do if we had our own?"

Aniket leaned close, his voice a low whisper, "I'd love watching your body change, Esha."

His lips brushed against her ear, his breath warm, "I'd suckle from you, taste how sweet you could be."

Esha felt a rush of warmth, her body reacting, "You're such a tease."

"But you love it," Aniket whispered back, his arm pulling her closer, their bodies aligning, his touch a silent promise of a world where their love could grow, if only in their minds.

Esha suddenly felt the weight of their conversation, the fantasy edging too close to reality. "I'm sorry, Aniket," she said, her voice soft with regret, "if only you had met me before Kunal."

Aniket looked at her, sensing her shift. "Let's head back to the apartment?" he suggested gently.

"What's special for today?" he teased, trying to lighten the mood as they stood to leave.

Esha smiled, a mix of love and sadness in her eyes, "Just hold me, Aniket. I want to fall asleep in your arms back at the apartment, find some peace."

Friday dawned with the usual hustle of life. Esha was at the bank, her mind partly on the work but also on the weekend ahead. She had planned to leave for Pune right after work to spend time with Aditya.

Her phone vibrated just as she was wrapping up her tasks. It was Aniket. "Esha, I got us tickets for Arijit Singh's concert tonight," he said, his voice filled with excitement.

Esha's heart tugged in two directions. "Aniket, I was going to Pune. Aditya's waiting for me."

"Please, just this one night. We leave for Pune in the morning," Aniket pleaded, his desperation evident.

Esha sighed, feeling the pull of the moment. "Okay, but only if we leave early tomorrow."

Aniket's relief was palpable, "Thank you, Esha. You won't regret this."

She called her in-laws, the sound of Aditya's voice bringing a smile to her face despite her guilt. "Mumma, when are you coming?" he asked, his tone playful yet expectant.

"Tomorrow morning, my love," Esha promised, her voice softening. "I'll bring you lots of chocolate."

Aditya's pout was audible over the phone, "Okay, but lots, Mumma."

"Lots, I promise," Esha assured him, her heart heavy with the joy of their connection and the weight of her choices.

When Esha arrived at Aniket's apartment, he greeted her with an appreciative look but quickly suggested, "Wear something modern tonight."

Esha chuckled, "I'm old sch00l, remember?"

Aniket led her to the closet, pulling out a gift from their past, a long, airy slub cotton skirt in a light red floral pattern, paired with a matching halter top and a chic clutch bag. "This would look amazing on you," he said, his eyes lighting up.

Esha changed, the fabric of the skirt flowing around her legs, the top accentuating her figure. Aniket watched, admiration clear in his gaze. "You can carry anything with such grace," he complimented.

With a playful grin, he added, "Should we just stay in? Make our own music?"

Esha laughed, her eyes sparkling with amusement as she took his hand, pulling him towards the door. "Come on, we're not missing this concert."

They stepped out, the evening air cool against their skin, the excitement of the night ahead mingling with the playful tension of their banter.

As they drove to the concert, the city lights blurred into streaks of color, setting the stage for the night's magic. The venue was an open-air amphitheater, lit with twinkling fairy lights and the soft glow of the moon. The crowd was a sea of eager faces, the air electric with anticipation.

Arijit Singh's voice filled the night, his first song, "Tum Hi Ho," resonating through the hearts of everyone present. The melody was so poignant, it felt like the notes were touching souls. Esha and Aniket stood close, the music weaving around them like a spell.

As "Channa Mereya" began, Aniket's hand found Esha's, their fingers intertwining. The lyrics spoke of longing, and the atmosphere turned even more romantic. They swayed gently, their bodies close but respectful of the public space, their connection palpable in the shared silence.

Just as "Tera Yaar Hoon Main" started, Esha's phone buzzed with a call from Kunal. Aniket whispered, "Answer it, say you're at a party for a senior’s promotion."

Esha, with a nervous smile, answered, "Hey, Kunal."

Kunal's voice was curious over the phone, "What's all that noise?"

"Oh, it's a party. We're celebrating a senior's promotion," Esha lied, her voice strained with the effort to sound nonchalant.

Aniket, with a mischievous grin, let his fingers graze her arm, making her shiver despite the warmth of the night. Esha shot him a look, mouthing, "Stop."

Kunal, still on the line, asked, "Are you having fun?"

"Yeah, it's great," Esha managed, trying to keep her voice steady as Aniket's touch became more daring, his hand now resting on the small of her back.

The call ended with Kunal's well-wishes, and Esha, with a playful swat at Aniket, whispered, "You're such a troublemaker."

Aniket chuckled, his voice low, "Couldn't resist."

She rolled her eyes, her voice a blend of annoyance and amusement, "Keep your hands to yourself, mister."

Aniket grinned, "But you like it."

Esha leaned into him slightly, allowing his touch to linger, "Just... behave."

They returned to the music, now more aware of each other than ever, their bodies a breath apart, the night's romance enveloping them as Arijit's voice carried on, each note a thread pulling them closer. The concert became a backdrop to their private world, where every touch was a silent conversation, every look a promise of more intimacy, but all within the bounds of public decorum. They swayed to "Kesariya," the crowd around them fading as they shared this moment, the music a witness to their connection.

As the concert ended with thunderous applause, Esha and Aniket stepped out into the night, the air still buzzing with the energy of Arijit Singh's music. The evening was young, and Aniket, with a sparkle in his eye, suggested, "Let's hit a pub at Nariman Point."

Esha, wanting to stretch the night's magic, nodded, "Sounds good."

They made their way to the bustling pub, where the weekend crowd was in full swing. The advantage of being a couple got them in without much wait, the atmosphere inside electric, filled with laughter, music, and the clinking of glasses.

They found a secluded cottage within the pub, offering privacy yet a panoramic view of the lively scene. The dim lighting and plush seating added a layer of intimacy to their space.

Aniket ordered a beer, his eyes never leaving Esha. She chose a vodka, diluting it with a soft drink, mindful of her early departure to Pune. "I need to keep a clear head," she murmured.

Once their drinks arrived, Aniket, with a playful tug, pulled Esha to sit beside him. "Here, closer," he whispered, his voice a seductive invitation.

Esha felt the warmth of his body against hers, the proximity igniting a familiar spark. "You're up to something," she teased, her voice soft.

"Maybe," Aniket breathed, his hand finding its way to her thigh, his touch gentle but possessive.

Esha's breath hitched, her hand resting on his, "Behave."

"Or what?" he challenged, his fingers drawing small circles, making her skin prickle with anticipation.

She laughed, the sound mingling with the pub's noise, "Or we'll never leave this place."

Aniket leaned closer, his breath warm against her ear, "Who said I want to leave?"

Esha's laughter mixed with the ambient buzz of the pub, her eyes meeting his with a playful warning. "Keep dreaming," she said, though her body leaned into his touch, betraying her words.

Aniket's hand ventured up, his fingers tracing the curve of her waist through the light red floral halter top he had picked for her, the fabric a thin barrier. "I dream of you all the time," he whispered, his voice thick with desire.

Esha shivered, the music and crowd around them fading into a blur. She reached for her drink, taking a sip, her eyes locked with his. "You're dangerous tonight," she murmured, her voice a sultry note in their private symphony.

"And you love it," Aniket countered, his other hand brushing a strand of hair from her face, his touch lingering on the soft skin of her cheek.

Esha felt the warmth from the vodka, or was it his closeness? "Maybe," she admitted, her hand now on his knee, a silent acknowledgment of her own desires, the long, airy skirt in floral pattern shifting with her movement.

The music changed to something slower, more seductive, and Aniket suggested, "Dance with me?"

Esha hesitated, aware of how his touch already made her feel. "Here?" she asked, looking around at their secluded spot.

"Right here," he confirmed, standing and pulling her up with him, their bodies close, swaying to the rhythm.

His hands found her hips, guiding her movements, the dance a prelude to what could be if they were alone. "You feel so good," he whispered, his lips close to hers, not quite kissing, the floral skirt swirling around her legs.

Esha's response was a soft moan, her body pressed against his, the space between them charged with unspoken promises. "We should stop," she said, but her actions contradicted her words, her arms wrapping around his neck, drawing him closer.

They continued their dance, the rhythm of the music guiding their movements, each sip of their drinks heightening the night's allure. Aniket's hands roamed over Esha's back, pulling her into him with each sway, his touch both possessive and tender.

As the waiter approached with their next order, whiskey for Aniket and some snacks, Aniket kept Esha close, his grip firm around her waist. "Waiter's here," she whispered, her voice a gentle warning, her hands subtly trying to reposition his.

The waiter, respectful of their privacy, kept his eyes lowered while serving, ensuring they felt undisturbed. Once he departed, Esha swatted at Aniket, her voice playful yet firm, "You're too bold."

Aniket's grin was unapologetic, "Can't help it when you're around."

Their banter continued, the air thick with their unspoken desires. Aniket lifted his whiskey glass to Esha's lips, "Try this," he urged, his gaze intense.

Esha hesitated, "Not my thing," she murmured, her eyes on the strong drink.

"Just a sip," he coaxed, his voice low and seductive.

With a playful sigh, she leaned in, taking a small gulp, the whiskey burning pleasantly. She pulled back, her expression a mix of surprise and amusement.

Aniket, with a knowing smile, brought the glass back to his lips, kissing where her lipstick had left its mark, savoring the taste. "Sweet," he said, his eyes twinkling with mischief.

Esha laughed, the thrill of their games making her feel both playful and daring. "You're hopeless,” she said, her laughter echoing in their secluded corner, the tension between them as electric as the night's ambiance.

As the evening drew to a close, the lively pub still humming with energy, Aniket leaned in, his eyes sparkling with mischief, "Tequila?"

Esha chuckled, her gaze flicking to the empty glasses before them, "You're already drunk."

He taunted her with a playful smirk, "You're not daring."

She shot back, her voice soft but firm, "You're treating me like I'm still in college. I'm 33 now, you know."

But Aniket, undeterred, was already signaling for two shots of tequila. The amber liquid arrived, glistening under the dim lights, inviting challenge.

Esha, feeling the inevitability of the moment, took the first shot, the tequila burning a path down her throat, her eyes watering slightly but with a defiant gleam. Then came the second, her body reacting with a slight sway, the alcohol weaving its magic.

"Let's go home," Aniket whispered, his breath hot against her ear, the promise of wildness in his voice, "I'll treat you wild."

Esha stood, the tequila hitting her like a wave, her balance slightly off. She looked at Aniket, concern mixing with the haze of intoxication, "Can you drive?"

"I drive passionately when drunk," Aniket replied, his grin wide, emphasizing 'drive', his eyes holding a promise of more than just navigating the roads.

"Let's see," Esha said, her voice a blend of shyness and challenge, "how passionately you drive." Her words carried an unmistakable sexual undertone, her body already tingling with anticipation.

Aniket's grin widened, "I'll show you."


Aniket's car tore down the Mumbai-Pune Expressway, the landscape blurring past in a frenzied dance of speed and urgency. Esha sat beside him, her face etched with tension, her mind racing almost as fast as the car.

In the quiet aftermath of their wild night, Esha opened her eyes to the soft light of noon filtering through the curtains. Their bodies were tangled in sheets, only their lower halves modestly covered. The memory of their passion lingered, a warm glow of satisfaction spreading through her. But the contentment was short-lived. Her phone, an unwelcome intruder, showed numerous missed calls from her in-laws. Panic set in.

She called back, her voice hurried, "I wasn't feeling well last night. I'll be there soon, I promise." The lie felt heavy on her tongue.

Esha shook Aniket, her voice laced with worry, "We're late, Aniket! Wake up!"

He jolted awake, the urgency in her tone cutting through his sleep like a knife.


On the expressway, Esha's voice was tight with concern, "Slow down, Aniket. The speed is too much."

"Don't worry, I've got this," Aniket reassured her, his grip firm on the wheel, eyes forward but his mind still savoring the night before.

Esha, her tone one of gentle reproach, sighed, "This is why I said no to the concert last night."

Aniket, with a playful grin, teased, "You didn't enjoy our evening?"

Esha couldn't deny the thrill of the night before but argued, "It's not about that. I shouldn't be late."

The car continued its journey, the tension easing slightly with their banter, but the reality of what awaited Esha in Pune loomed large.


Soon, Esha was at her in-laws' house, her arms wrapped around Aditya, who nestled into her lap. She presented him with the toys and chocolates she'd brought, her heart swelling with love, yet shadowed by the weight of her secret night. Aditya's laughter was a balm, his innocent joy momentarily washing away the guilt and rush of the morning.

Holding Aditya close, Esha was caught between two worlds - the pure, unadulterated joy of being his mother and the intoxicating memory of her night with Aniket. Each giggle from Aditya tugged at her heart, a poignant reminder of the balance she was struggling to maintain.


The morning sun cast a warm glow across the living room, highlighting the toys scattered on the floor and the gifts that Kunal had just brought back from his trip to the US. Esha had returned from Pune with Aditya only hours before, her heart a whirlwind of emotions as she prepared for Kunal's arrival. The balancing act of her double life had never felt more precarious, the weight of her secrets a silent burden.

Kunal returned from the US, his luggage stuffed with gifts. Esha had made it back with Aditya just in time for Kunal's Sunday morning arrival, heart racing with the balancing act of her two worlds.

"Look what I got for you, Adi!" Kunal announced, his voice brimming with excitement as he pulled out toys, each one drawing a delighted squeal from their son.

Esha wore a broad smile, "Wow, Kunal! You've outdone yourself!" She exclaimed, her voice layered with feigned enthusiasm as she admired the jewelry he presented to her. "These are beautiful, thank you!" She tried to match her tone to the sparkle of the gems, hoping her eyes didn't betray her divided heart.

Kunal didn't notice her effort to remain engaged, too caught up in the joy of reunion. "I thought you'd love them," he said, beaming at her reaction.

As Aditya's laughter filled the room, a bright note against Kunal's return, Esha's mind couldn't help but wander back to those nights when Kunal was away in the US. She and Aniket had practically lived together, without ever saying it out loud.

"I will miss waking up next to you," Aniket had whispered, his kisses wet with emotion, each one a mark of his longing.

"It felt... right," Esha had murmured back, her voice soft, the truth of their time together weighing on her heart.

Now, with Kunal's presence offering security, Esha felt the pull of two worlds - the joy of returning to her family's rhythm and the lingering connection with Aniket, a sweet, forbidden melody in her thoughts.

She remembered Aniket's plea, his voice thick with emotion, "Don't let this end, Esha," and her own whispered assurance, "I'll make time, I promise," feeling the weight of her words now, in the light of day.

The secret phone Aniket had given her, with its new SIM card, was safely hidden in her office drawer. "This is how we'll keep in touch," Aniket had said, his touch lingering on her skin as he set up the iCloud account, a silent agreement to keep their affair a shadow in her life.

Esha felt a mix of relief and sorrow. Relief that her life with Kunal could resume its normalcy, but sorrow for the part of her soul that was now inextricably linked to Aniket. She knew she had to guard her secret more fiercely this time, her heart aching with the complexity of her emotions as she played the role of the happy wife and mother.


Priya exited Esha's new office, her car navigating through the dense Mumbai evening traffic, her mind a whirl of conflicting thoughts. She had sought Esha's help with a troublesome client from their former workplace, one Esha had adeptly handled before moving on. Observing Esha, there was an undercurrent in her expression, a hint of sadness that seemed to seep through her usual vivacity as she grappled with the details. This subtle melancholy, which Priya sensed but didn't voice, was a testament to the complex web she had weaved around Esha's life.

Esha had looked up, her expression open and unguarded, eager to help despite the time that had passed. "I can try to help," she had said, her voice sincere, her eyes reflecting the struggle to recall details she was once an expert on. That look, so full of earnestness and a touch of sadness, pierced through Priya's armor of revenge. For a fleeting moment, as she watched Esha's face, Priya felt a pang of sympathy, a whisper of guilt for orchestrating the chaos in her friend's life. Esha, who was supposed to be her best friend, now bore the weight of a secret life, a life Priya had indirectly pushed her into with her manipulations.

This brief surge of empathy made Priya's heart ache, a reminder of the times they shared before betrayal and revenge had taken root. She had seen Esha's innocence, her trust, her willingness to help even after all that had transpired, and it made her question her path of vengeance. But these feelings were quickly overshadowed by the memories of her own pain, her own dreams shattered.

Now, driving away, Priya's mind was not on the road but on the past.

Since the day we met in college, Esha, I was your guardian angel, your protector in the whirlwind of academia. When you couldn't wrap your head around the labyrinthine complexities of financial theories, who was there with you, patiently simplifying each concept? Me. I remember the late nights in the library, your eyes wide with confusion, the textbooks open before us like maps to a treasure you couldn't quite see. I spent countless hours, Esha, breaking down those walls of jargon, translating the language of numbers into something you could grasp, supporting you through your academic journey. I was there, guiding you through the fog of your struggles, ensuring you understood, not just for your grades, but because I believed in your potential, in our friendship.

Priya's voice was almost inaudible over the hum of the car engine, her monologue directed at no one but herself, her reflection in the car window a stark contrast to the memories of their friendship. The city lights flickered past, each one a reminder of the bond they once shared.

"And when you were on the brink of losing your scholarship due to those grades in final years of Masters, who stepped in with those fake recommendation letters? Me, Esha. I did that for you, to keep you in college, to keep you with him, with Kunal," she confessed, her tone now laced with the bitterness of betrayal. She remembered the secrecy, the late-night work at her desk, crafting documents that would paint Esha in the best light, ensuring her friend didn't lose the chance to be with the man she loved.

Her mind then drifted back to a particularly poignant moment, a testament to their friendship. It was during their college years when Esha's father had suffered a heart attack in Nagpur. The call had come in the middle of the night, Esha's voice breaking through the phone, panic-stricken and lost. Priya had been there without hesitation, her own exams looming, yet she chose Esha. They boarded the first train available, the dim lights of the compartment casting long shadows as Esha sat, her eyes red from crying, her body trembling with fear.

"I'm here, Esha. I'll handle everything," Priya had whispered, wrapping an arm around her friend, a pillar of strength when Esha needed it most.

Upon reaching Nagpur, it was Priya who took charge. She managed the hospital logistics, speaking to doctors, arranging for blood tests, and even handling the paperwork while Esha stayed by her father's side. She was the one who navigated the unfamiliar city, found a place for them to rest, and made countless trips back and forth between the hospital and wherever they were staying. Priya was the one who reassured Esha when her father's condition seemed dire, the one who held her hand through each critical update.

That period solidified a trust between them, an unspoken pact that they were there for each other, no matter the cost. Priya had seen Esha at her most vulnerable, had become her shield and her support. It was a memory that now twisted in her chest, the sweetness of that trust turning sour with the knowledge of her current actions. The reflection in the car window no longer matched the Priya who had once been Esha's guardian; it was now the face of someone whose love had morphed into revenge.


The drive was a journey into the past, where the memory of her thesis, her life's work, ruined by Esha's carelessness, burned bright in her mind. Unable to bear the weight of these thoughts amidst the bustling city, Priya veered off into a quiet, secluded spot where the city's noise was but a distant hum. She parked her car where the streetlights didn't reach, under the shadow of a large tree, the silence around her thick with her own turmoil.

Stepping out, she leaned against the car, the cool night air doing little to soothe the storm within. She lit a cigarette, the smoke curling up in wisps, mingling with the night air, her tears glistening in the faint light from her phone screen.

"But you, Esha, you were so caught up in your love story with Kunal, that you let my future, my thesis, be obliterated by your distraction," Priya's voice was a venomous whisper, breaking slightly with emotion as she drew in a deep drag from her cigarette. The smoke filled her lungs, a temporary escape from the pain. "My dreams, my chance at a PhD abroad, all gone in a moment of your neglect." Her words were laced with accusation, her eyes flashing with the vivid memory of that day last year, the day everything changed.

She remembered the library, the panic, the spilled drink, and the ink bleeding through the pages of her thesis like her dreams bleeding away. The betrayal felt fresh, as if it had just happened, the anguish and the loss as raw as ever. With each puff of smoke, tears rolled down her cheeks; not just from the sting in her eyes but from the sting in her heart, from the betrayal of a friendship she had once held so dear.

The solitude of this moment, away from the world's prying eyes, allowed her to confront the depth of her anger, the extent of her revenge, and the sorrow for what could have been. In this quiet corner of the night, Priya was alone with her pain, her cigarette, and the ghost of a friendship that had turned into a vendetta.


Despite the innocence on Esha's face today, the genuine struggle to assist, Priya felt the weight of her revenge plan. She recognized the conflict within her, the part of her that still saw Esha as the friend she once was, the one she had protected. But that feeling was quickly overshadowed by the anger, the need to make Esha pay, to see her world crumble as hers had. The sight of Esha, so sincere in her efforts to help, was like salt in Priya's wounds, reminding her of what she had lost, of what she believed she was owed.

Priya wanted the destruction of Esha and Kunal's marriage to move forward rapidly now. There was no room for second thoughts; her heart was set on a course of revenge, fueled by the injustice she felt she had suffered. Yet, as she drove, a part of her mourned the loss of the friendship they once shared, a friendship now twisted into something dark and vengeful. The memories of laughter, late-night talks, and mutual support now felt like echoes of a past life, one that had been irrevocably altered.

Pulling over at the secluded spot, with the city's chaos far behind, she let the silence envelop her. The cigarette in her hand was a small beacon in the dark, the smoke a testament to her inner turmoil. As she smoked, her mind raced with plans, with strategies to ensure her revenge was as impactful as her pain had been.

In the quiet, her phone lit up. She dialed a number, her voice devoid of emotion as she asked, "What's the efficacy of the contraceptive pill in the placebo test so far?" The response came back, filled with technical jargon and percentages, but Priya listened, her expression blank, giving nothing away. She needed to know how far her manipulation could go, how much control she could exert over Esha's life without her even realizing it.

The call ended with a simple, "Thanks," and she hung up, her face still a mask of indifference. She flicked the cigarette butt away, watching it arc through the air before it landed in the darkness, a small, smoldering reminder of her intentions. The night air seemed to carry away her doubts, leaving only the cold determination of her plan.


After a quiet dinner, with Aditya tucked into bed, Kunal suggested there was a secret gift from his trip to the US he hadn't mentioned yet. Esha's curiosity piqued, she followed him to the bedroom, eager to see what he had brought and sensing his mood shift towards something more intimate.

The evening was calm after dinner, with Aditya's soft snores filling the silence of the house, a comforting reminder of family life. Kunal, with a secretive smile playing on his lips, leaned in closer to Esha, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper, "I've got something from the US I haven't shown you yet."

Esha's eyes lit up with curiosity, her interest piqued by the mystery. "Oh? What is it?" she asked, her tone a blend of excitement and playful anticipation. She sensed a change in Kunal's demeanor, a subtle shift towards something more personal, more intimate.

"Come with me," Kunal invited, standing and offering his hand to guide her to their bedroom. Esha followed, her heart beating faster not just from the curiosity about the gift but also from the unspoken promise of closeness that seemed to hang in the air between them.

In the privacy of their room, Kunal handed her a small, wrapped box. Esha unwrapped it to find a dildo, her initial reaction a surprised laugh. She hid her disappointment well, not wanting to hurt him.

"I thought you might like it," Kunal said, his voice hopeful, "as a bit of an experiment."

Esha chuckled, teasing, as she set the dildo aside, "Since when did you think I'd prefer something so artificial?"

She wrapped her arms around Kunal, continuing, "I only like original stuff."


They shared a playful moment, the room bathed in the soft glow of the night light. With laughter still lingering, they began undressing, the fabric of their clothes whispering promises of intimacy. Kunal's fingers worked at the buttons of Esha's nighty, his touch light, teasing, while she unbuckled his pyjamas.

"Here, let me help you with that," Kunal said, his voice a low chuckle as he assisted with her bra, his fingers brushing against her skin.

"Thanks," Esha replied, her tone light but her mind elsewhere.

As they slipped under the covers, the darkness wrapped around , the only light coming from the sliver of moonlight that managed to sneak through the curtains. Kunal pulled Esha close, his body warm against hers, his kisses trailing from her lips to her neck, each one an attempt to rekindle the fire he thought they shared. His hand moved over her skin, seeking to find the places that made her sigh, to reignite the passion he missed during US trip.

"You feel so good," Kunal whispered, his breath hot against her ear, trying to evoke the response.

"Keep going," Esha murmured, her voice soft but lacking the enthusiasm she wanted to convey, her mind drifting, caught between the present moment and the memories of another's more understanding embrace.

Kunal's kisses deepened, his hands exploring, but it was like trying to light a fire with damp wood. Esha went through the motions, her body moving with his, her breath catching on cue, her moans a performance far away from genuine.

"Does this feel good?" Kunal asked, his voice a mix of hope and need as his pace quickened.

"Yes, don't stop," Esha responded, her words more for his sake than her own, trying to find semblance of passion.

Kunal, perhaps sensing something amiss, tried harder, his movements more deliberate, his whispers of love and desire more fervent. "I love you," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion, as they found a rhythm, the bed creaking softly with their movements, the sounds of their intimacy filling the room in the quiet night.

But for Esha, it was all surface; the pleasure was distant. She closed her eyes tighter, imagining another's touch, another's voice, to push herself into the moment, to make it real for both of them. As they neared the end, Kunal's pace quickened, his breath heavy with effort, his need clear in the way he held her, the way he sought to connect.

"I'm close," Kunal groaned, his voice a plea for connection.

"Me too," Esha lied, her voice a soft moan, ensuring the illusion of their shared climax.

When they finished, Esha let out a breath that could have been mistaken for satisfaction, murmuring words of love and contentment into the darkness, ensuring Kunal believed she was fulfilled. "That was nice," she whispered, her voice a caress in the dark.

Kunal kissed her forehead, his body relaxing against hers, his breathing slowing into the rhythm of sleep. "I love you, Esha," he murmured, already drifting off.

Esha lay there, her eyes open, staring into the dark, her thoughts not on the man beside her but on the one who understood her body, her desires, in ways Kunal couldn't. She felt the weight of her pretense, the ache for a connection she missed, lying awake while the night whispered back to her of passions unfulfilled.

Once Kunal's breathing evened out into sleep, Esha lay awake, her thoughts engulfed back to the man who knew her desires, who understood her body in ways Kunal couldn't. She missed the connection, the understanding that she craved, feeling the emptiness of the moment despite the physical closeness.

She found herself drifting back to the night with Aniket after attending the romantic concert of Arijit Singh, the way she enjoyed dancing in the pub, only leaving tipsy after two shots of Tequila. The last line by Aniket made her squirm in the bed with Kunal, "I'll show you."

Aniket gently supported Esha, her body swaying with each step. "Hold on," he murmured, guiding her to the car with a chuckle.

Esha laughed, the sound light and carefree. "You're the one who got me tipsy," she accused playfully, her words slightly slurred.

He opened the car door, helping her in, his hand lingering on her waist, feeling the warmth of her body through the thin fabric of her top. "You look like you're dancing even now," he teased, his eyes full of affection.

"Whose bright idea was it to do tequila shots?" Esha countered, her laughter mingling with the night air.

Once in the driver's seat, Aniket started the car, his focus returning to the road ahead but with a playful grin. "See? I drive well, even like this," he boasted, his confidence infectious.

"Surprisingly well," Esha agreed, watching him with admiration, her eyes tracing the outline of his profile in the dim light of the dashboard.

Aniket's grin widened, "Told you I could."

She pointed out a quieter road, "There, no security officer," her voice a mix of excitement and relief, wanting to prolong the night's magic.

"Good choice," he said, turning onto the secluded path, the car's tires making a soft crunch on the gravel.

The atmosphere in the car was charged, the air thick with the thrill of the night. Aniket slowed down, his voice dropping to a seductive whisper, "Want to taste me? Should I stop the car?"

Esha's cheeks flushed, her pout both playful and shy. "Not here, Aniket," she protested, though her eyes sparkled with the thrill of his suggestion.

"Here's perfect," he teased, his hand reaching for hers, the touch sending a shiver through her.

She swatted his hand away, her laugh a melody in the quiet night. "Drive, you troublemaker," she insisted, though her voice was laced with the same playful desire.

"Okay, but later?" he asked, his laughter joining hers, the promise of what could be later hanging in the air like a sweet scent.

Esha and Aniket made it back to his apartment, parking in the quiet basement where only the dim lights cast shadows over the concrete. Aniket, now buzzing with excitement, turned to Esha before they exited the car. "Remember what I asked back on that road?" he whispered, his voice thick with desire.

Esha cooed, her voice soft and pleading, "We're home now, Aniket. Don't make me do this here. The security guard is always checking."

"No one's here," Aniket assured her, his eyes scanning the empty space, his breath quickening.

He pleaded with a look, his eyes burning with desire, his gaze locked onto hers, silently begging for the fulfillment of his earlier request. Esha shook her head, a playful 'no', but her expression softened, her lips parting slightly in anticipation. Her resolve wavered under the intensity of his stare, the air between them charged with an electric tension, her body betraying her with a subtle arch towards him.

She glanced around, ensuring they were indeed alone, then slid down in her seat, her hands gently pulling at his pants. Aniket was ready, his zipper already undone, his erection evident in the dim light.

Esha, in a playful whisper, gave his penis a gentle slap, "You're always ready," she teased, her touch light, almost affectionate.

Aniket chuckled, "Always ready to salute his lady."

Her tongue flicked out, tasting the tip, her lips enveloping him for just a moment, her tongue swirling playfully around him. The sensation was electric, his breath hitching, but then, abruptly, she pulled away.

"Let's go upstairs," Esha whispered, her voice sultry with promise, "Do whatever you wish there."

She slipped out of the car, leaving Aniket to catch his breath, the brief moment of intimacy in the car's confines a tantalizing prelude to what was to come.

From the basement to the lift, it was a sweet, teasing game of cat and mouse. Aniket, feeling bold, caressed Esha, his hands roaming over her body with a possessive urgency. Esha, still tipsy, attempted to keep his advances in check, her hands pushing his away with playful resistance.

"Aniket, the camera," she whispered, her eyes darting to the surveillance in the corner of the lift, a smile playing on her lips.

He grinned, his hands momentarily stilling, but his eyes promised more. "I own this place," he murmured, his voice a low, seductive growl.

Esha's eyes kept vigilant watch on the lift's door, ensuring it didn't open at an inopportune moment, her body arching into his touch despite her protests.

The moment the lift doors slid open to their floor, they rushed towards the apartment, the urgency palpable.

Inside, Aniket tossed Esha's clutch onto the living room couch with no regard for anything but her. Their lips crashed together, the sound of their smooching filling the room with wet, eager 'smacks'.

"Mmm..." Esha moaned softly, her laughter mingling with the sounds of their kisses as they tumbled towards the sofa.

Aniket's hands were everywhere, mauling, exploring, his touch igniting her skin. He bit gently at her neck, drawing a sharp intake of breath from Esha, followed by a giggle that was both playful and aroused.

"Aniket..." she gasped between kisses, her voice a mix of scolding and desire, her hands gripping his shirt, pulling him closer.

Their kisses turned into a dance of tongues, the room echoing with the wet sounds of their passion, each smooch, each nibble punctuated by their shared laughter and moans.

He whispered against her skin, "I want you," his voice rough with need, his hands finding her hips, pulling her into him.

Esha responded by nipping at his earlobe, her breath hot against his skin. "Then take me," she whispered back, her voice sultry, inviting the wildness that was about to consume them both.

Aniket, driven by an almost feral desire, began to peel Esha's clothes away with such urgency that she couldn't help but plead, "Aniket, you'll tear them!"

Aniket's movements slowed, not out of concern for the fabric, but to savor the moment. His fingers danced over the airy slub cotton of her skirt, the light red floral pattern whispering against her skin as it fell to the floor. The halter top followed, the straps slipping off her shoulders with ease, leaving her in just her panties.

Esha watched as Aniket undressed, his shirt parting to reveal the contours of his body, the sound of buttons like soft notes in the quiet room. His trousers followed, the zipper's descent a prelude to the intimacy to come, leaving him in nothing but his boxers, the outline of his arousal evident.

Their bodies came together, skin on skin, a dance of heat and desire. Aniket's hands traced the line of her spine, pulling her into him, their chests meeting in a rush of warmth. His lips found hers, a kiss that was both comforting and thrilling.

"You're sexy,” Aniket murmured, his voice thick with emotion, his breath mingling with hers.

Esha's response was a soft sigh, her hands exploring his chest, feeling the strength beneath her fingertips. "Show me more," she whispered, her voice a sultry command.

His lips moved to her neck, tasting the scent of her perfume mixed with the salt of her skin, his tongue tracing the lines where her pulse beat strongest. Esha tilted her head back, giving him access, her fingers weaving through his hair, urging him on.

Aniket's hands found her breasts, the touch gentle yet possessive, his fingers circling her nipples, drawing a sharp intake of breath from her. "Your body speaks to me," he whispered against her skin, his lips moving down to her collarbone, leaving a trail of kisses and light bites.

Esha's laughter was low, filled with desire, as she kissed his shoulder, then his chest, her tongue tasting the salt of his skin. "Keep speaking," she teased, her hands now at his waist, slipping beneath his boxers, feeling the heat of him, her touch both playful and possessive.

Their exploration was slow and thorough, lips and tongues discovering new pleasures in known territories. Aniket kissed down her stomach, his hands on her hips, pulling her closer, his breath hot against her skin. Esha's fingers traced the hard lines of his back, nails grazing lightly, drawing a deep, appreciative sound from him that vibrated against her.

The room was alive with the sounds of their intimacy, the soft smacks of their kisses, the whispers of their desires, each touch, each taste, a promise of the ecstasy that awaited them.

Suddenly, Aniket paused, a wicked idea lighting up his eyes. He darted to the small bar in the corner, returning with a bottle of wine.

"More to drink?" Esha teased, her voice thick with laughter, her eyes sparkling with the lingering effects of the pub's merriment.

"Wait," Aniket responded, his voice carrying a note of excitement as he set the bottle down, "I'm not drinking the wine."

Her curiosity piqued, Esha arched an eyebrow, a playful smile dancing on her lips, "But this will make a mess."

"That's the plan," Aniket grinned, his voice dropping to a low, seductive tone, "I want us both to get dirty tonight."

Esha's breath hitched, her laughter turning into a soft giggle, "Dirty with wine or with something else?"

"With everything," Aniket whispered, his eyes darkening with desire as he uncorked the bottle, "I want to taste you in every way."

He poured wine into a glass, bringing it close to her lips, "Keep your teeth shut," he instructed, his eyes gleaming with mischief.

As he gently tilted the glass, the wine spilled over her lips. Aniket leaned in, his tongue catching the crimson drops that escaped down her chin, his breath warm against her skin.

"Mmm," he murmured, his voice a vibration against her, before pouring more wine onto her chin, letting it trickle down to her cleavage. He followed the path with his mouth, licking and sucking, the wine mixing with the taste of her skin.

Esha, feeling the warmth of the wine and his mouth, whispered playfully, "Aren't you tired of my body yet?"

Aniket looked up, his eyes full of adoration and hunger, "If I were to write about every part of you, Esha, it would take seven lifetimes."

Their laughter mixed with the soft sounds of their kissing, the room filled with the scent of wine and the promise of a night where every touch was a poem, every kiss a story, and every breath a testament to their insatiable desire for each other.

Aniket poured the wine over the swell of Esha's breasts, his mouth positioned just below her nipples, eager to catch the crimson drops. As the wine trickled down, he lapped at it, his tongue swirling around her skin, the taste of wine mingling with her scent. "Wine now," he murmured against her skin, his breath hot, "Milk later."

Esha shivered, the sensation of his mouth on her breasts sending waves of pleasure through her. His lips found her nipples, treating them with a combination of wine and his own desire, sucking gently, then with more urgency, drawing soft moans from her.

Aniket guided Esha towards the living room wall, her back meeting the cool, smooth surface with a gentle press. He positioned her so that her stance was wide, her legs slightly bent at the knees, creating an inviting arch in her body. Her arms instinctively reached up, palms flat against the wall for support, her body naturally curving forward, offering herself to him.

With a slow, deliberate movement, he hooked his fingers into the waistband of her panties, drawing them down her legs. The fabric whispered down her skin, pooling at her ankles. Esha lifted one foot, adorned with a single anklet that jingled softly, to step out of the panties, then wrapped her leg around Aniket's back, pulling him closer, the anklet's metal cool against his warm skin.

Aniket, now with the wine bottle in hand, looked up at her with eyes full of desire. He poured a stream of the rich, red wine down her belly, the liquid tracing a path down her body, past her navel, towards her spread thighs. The sight was erotic, the wine a symbol of their indulgence, of the night's playfulness mixed with passion.


He poured a stream of wine over her belly, the liquid flowing down her body, finding its path to her vulva. Aniket knelt before her, his eyes never leaving hers, filled with a mix of adoration and lust. He leaned in, his tongue following the wine, lapping at her skin, the sweet and tangy taste of the alcohol mixed with her own essence.

"You taste divine," he whispered, his tongue circling her clit, the stimulation making her gasp, her hands finding his hair, pulling him closer.

Aniket, his tongue lapping up the wine from Esha's vagina, looked up at her with a mischievous glint in his eyes, "Would you like to taste it from me?"

Esha's cheeks flushed with a mix of shyness and eagerness, her breath quickening at the thought. "Maybe," she whispered, her voice betraying her desire to reciprocate.

She took the wine glass from the table, her hands slightly trembling with anticipation. Pouring the wine into the glass, she watched as the liquid swirled. She then gently lowered herself to her knees, her eyes never leaving his as she tugged at his boxers, freeing his erection with a deliberate slowness.

She poured some wine over him, the red liquid glistening on his skin, the contrast with his arousal making the scene almost primal. Esha leaned in, her tongue darting out to catch the drops, her lips enveloping him in a warm, wet embrace.

"Mmm," she hummed against him, the vibration sending a shiver through Aniket, “Delicious."

Her mouth worked him with skill, her tongue swirling around him, licking up the wine and more, each movement a silent promise of the pleasure he had given her. The room filled with the soft, wet sounds of her ministrations, Aniket's breath coming in sharp gasps, his hand gently resting on her head, guiding but never forcing.

"That's... incredible," he managed to say, his voice thick with the pleasure of the moment, the unfinished act from the basement now completed in the intimacy of their shared space.

After the exquisite blowjob, Aniket's erection was hard, pulsing with desire. "I'm ready to reach your uterus, make a baby tonight," he whispered, his voice thick with lust, his eyes dark with intent.

Esha let out a soft "uff," her cheeks flushed with the warmth of the moment, her body betraying her usual resistance to their shared fantasy. Yet, in this romantic haze, her eyes sparkled with a mix of excitement and daring.

"Free yourself, Esha," Aniket urged, his voice a seductive challenge, "Tell me what you crave in our fantasy."

Esha, her voice a sultry whisper, leaned closer, her resolve melting into desire, "I want you to claim me in our dream, fill me with the love of our imagination."

"With what?" Aniket teased, his hand trailing up her thigh, anticipation building, his touch making her skin prickle.

"Your essence," she breathed out, her words dripping with desire, "I want to live out the fantasy where we create something beautiful, just for tonight."

Aniket's laugh was low, filled with a sensual promise, "Let's lose ourselves in that fantasy then."

Aniket guided Esha down to the floor, the scent of wine and desire heavy in the air. He positioned her on her back, her legs wrapping around his waist as he knelt between them. With one hand under her lower back, he lifted her pelvis, creating an arch that angled her body perfectly for him. Her hips were now elevated, thighs resting against his torso, her body open like a blooming flower.

The sight of her, so exposed and inviting, sent a rush of blood to his already hard erection. With a slow, deliberate motion, he guided himself to her entrance, the head of his cock brushing against her wet, eager folds. He paused, letting her feel the anticipation, the tip of him just teasing her, before he thrust forward.

His penis slid into her with a smooth, deep penetration, the angle allowing him to reach the very depths of her, the head of his cock pressing against her cervix. Esha gasped, her body arching further into him, the sensation overwhelming yet perfectly aligned to stimulate her “spot” with each thrust.

Aniket's hands gripped her back, supporting her, his fingers digging into her skin with the force of his desire. "I'll give you everything," he promised, his voice rough with need, each word punctuated by his movements, the sound of their bodies meeting filling the room with the raw, unfiltered noise of their passion. The slickness from the wine on the floor added to the slide of their bodies, every motion fluid, every thrust a testament to their shared fantasy and desire.

Aniket gently guided Esha to her side, the warmth of their bodies slick with wine and sweat. He positioned himself behind her, taking one of her legs and lifting it, dbanging it over his shoulder. This new arrangement twisted her body into a pretzel-like shape, her leg high, giving him access to her from an angle that promised deeper intimacy.

His erection, still hard and eager, found her once more, but this time, the penetration was different, more intense, as he entered her from this side. The position allowed him to hit new, sensitive spots, making her feel every inch of him in ways she hadn't before.

"Our baby," Aniket murmured, his voice a blend of lust and fantasy, his eyes locked with hers, the very idea fueling his movements with a new vigor.

Esha's response was an immediate moan, her free hand moving to her clit, her fingers circling, enhancing her own pleasure. "Yes, give me your baby," she gasped, her words a mix of play and passion, the fantasy of creation making her body respond with even more fervor.

"Imagine us," Aniket whispered, his thrusts deep, each one a step closer to their fantasy, "with a little one."

Esha, caught in the throes of passion, her voice thick with desire, "I'll make you change diapers at midnight."

Aniket chuckled, the sound mingling with his groan of pleasure, "I'd love that, as long as you're there with me."

"And you'll do the late-night feedings," Esha added, her fantasy vivid, her body moving with his, "while I watch you."

Aniket's movements became more urgent, the thought of such domestic intimacy driving him. "I'll rock him to sleep," he promised, his voice rough with need.

Esha's moan was long and low, her body meeting his with equal desire, "And you'll deal with all the crying, all for me."

"All for us," Aniket corrected, his voice a husky whisper, the fantasy of their shared life making his thrusts even more passionate.

Esha, her breath hitching with each movement, continued, "You'll have to learn lullabies, too."

"I'll sing them to both of you," Aniket replied, his voice a promise, the thought of singing to their child adding a layer of tenderness to their passion.

"And you'll chase them around when they learn to walk," Esha gasped, her imagination running wild, the pleasure building with every word.

Aniket's laugh was low, filled with desire, "I'll protect them, love them, just like I love you."

Esha's body tensed, her climax nearing at the thought of such a future, "Promise me, Aniket."

"I promise," he groaned, his own release imminent, the fantasy and the reality of their connection pushing him over the edge.

Aniket thrust deeper, the angle allowing for a rhythm that was both possessive and tender. "Feel this?" he whispered, his voice rough, each thrust a testament to their shared desire.

"More," Esha pleaded, her voice a sultry whisper, her body moving in sync with his,  the position allowing for a dance of intimacy that was both unique and profoundly connected.

Aniket shifted Esha onto her back again, his hands guiding her legs up and over his shoulders, folding her body in a way that left her utterly open to him. Her knees bent towards her chest, the position made her feel both vulnerable and incredibly aroused, her pelvis tilted to meet his.

He positioned himself at her entrance once more, his cock throbbing with need. With a slow, deliberate thrust, he entered her, the angle allowing him to press against her  with every movement. The sensation was electrifying, his penetration deep, hitting places that made her body sing with pleasure.

"Feel how deep I am?" Aniket growled, his voice thick with lust, each thrust a promise of more to come.

Esha could only moan in response, the intensity of the sensation overwhelming her. Her hands gripped the floor, seeking something to hold onto as waves of pleasure coursed through her. "Don't stop, Aniket," she whispered, her voice a plea for more.

He quickened his pace, the room echoing with the sounds of their bodies, the wet slap of skin against skin, their breaths heavy with desire. The fantasy of their shared intimacy fueled his movements, each one more desperate than the last.

"You're so tight like this," Aniket groaned, feeling her body grip him, the friction driving him wild.

Esha, lost in the moment, reached down, her fingers finding her clit, circling in rhythm with his thrusts, enhancing her own pleasure. "I'm going to have orgasm,” she gasped, her body tensing, on the brink.

Aniket felt the familiar surge, the pressure building. “May I wet you then,” he whispered, his voice strained with the effort to hold back just a moment longer.

Then, with a groan that was both release and relief, he came, his body shuddering as he ejaculated inside her, the warmth spreading, marking the culmination of their fantasy. "Take it all," he managed to say, his voice a mix of command and surrender.

Esha, feeling the heat of his release, let out a long, satisfied moan, her own climax triggered by the sensation, her body convulsing around him in waves of pleasure. They lay there, breathing heavily, the room saturated with the scent of sex, wine, and the sweet aftermath of their shared fantasy.

As the flashback dissolved into the quiet of the night, Esha lay there, Kunal's snoring a stark contrast to the vivid memories that had just played out in her mind. She felt the dampness between her legs, a physical reminder of how deeply the fantasy had affected her.

The guilt washed over her like a wave, the realization of indulging in such a wild, forbidden fantasy feeling like a sin, especially for a married woman. Her heart raced with the complexity of her emotions, the joy of the memory clashing with the weight of her marital vows.

Needing to change, not just her clothes but also her thoughts, Esha slipped out of bed with a sense of urgency. She moved quietly to the bathroom, her mind a battleground of desire and duty, the night air cool against her flushed skin. She needed to cleanse herself, to wash away the evidence of her arousal, to return to the role of wife and mother, leaving behind the echoes of another world she had so fervently lived in her mind.


Priya sat at her study table, the glow from her desk lamp casting ominous shadows across her face. With meticulous care, she opened her diary, the leather cover creaking like a harbinger of her dark intentions. She scribbled down a number: 60 percent.

Rising from her chair, she picked up a paperweight, tossing it casually from one hand to the other, her eyes glinting with malicious glee. "Oh my friend," she began, then corrected herself with a sneer, "my bestie," as if the term was acid on her tongue. "I will give you a 40% chance to save your marriage," she mused, referring to the efficacy of the contraceptive pill she had cunningly provided, her voice dripping with condescension.

Her face twisted into a cruel smile, a laugh escaping her lips that was more like the cackle of a witch. "Oh, you think you can get the baby aborted?" she mocked, her voice chilling the room. "You will come to me, for help," she continued, her tone sinister, "and I will make sure you never do that."

She spoke with a chilling resolve, "It's my promise to myself," then, with a twisted sense of irony, corrected, "no, my promise to Esha." Her expression morphed into one of pure malevolence, her eyes narrowing as she declared, "Your marriage with Kunal, Esha, is like an obnoxious weed for me." She squeezed the paperweight tightly, her knuckles whitening with the force of her grip, "And I will remove this weed for sure."

She was not just a manipulator but a  cold-hearted strategist, reveling in the destruction she planned, making it clear that her once-friendship with Esha was now nothing more than a battleground for her revenge.