Adultery The Facilitator

[Saradagaa]

I don't think there will be a recording because if there was , the hint would've already been there. If there is a chance , it could be footages of their tryst in the cottage on that rainy night when Priya was also present in that cottage. But other than that I highly doubt Priya spying on them on other times because Priya herself is very conflicted with her mindset. I just hope there is some sort of good ending for Kunal at the end because in my eyes he is the true victim of the story. He is the one that is being wronged in many levels and it isn't even his fault. For his life to go completely spiral makes me unease with this story , like the amount of mental torture and betrayal he just went through. It is the worst kind of treatment to a character. Its the absolute ignorance from Esha towards Kunal is what also bothers me. Like that is something I cannot comprehend , not a single thought about him , not a single acknowledgment from her side of his hurt. Just nothing , she just turned the marriage with him into nothing.

Exerpt from Chapter M

The evening had settled into a serene calm at home, the hustle of the day unwinding into family peace. Esha, buoyed by the afterglow of her dance with Kunal, was setting the table when her phone buzzed ominously.

Opening the message from Priya, Esha's breath caught. It wasn't the usual text; it was a video, a private moment with Aniket, captured in an invasion of intimacy. The realization hit her—Priya had breached her trust, stolen from her phone or Google Drive. Aniket used to record these moments, sharing them with Esha in times of passion or nostalgia. She had thought them deleted, safe, but now, their privacy was shattered.

The video played, showing Esha and Aniket entangled in passion, her body arching, moans of pleasure filling the air, even muted. Aniket's hands, his whispers, the raw sounds of their connection—it was like watching a forbidden dance.

Esha felt a surge of anger, betrayal, and an undeniable yearning. She wanted to delete it, to erase the past, but her finger hovered, drawn to the thrill.

The video ended with her climax, the sounds echoing in her kitchen, a reminder of what she had once felt. Priya's caption was like poison: "Isn't it time to feel this again?"

Esha's mind was a battlefield of anger and desire. She felt violated, manipulated, yet the seed of doubt was planted, watered by her own conflicts.

I love Kunal, but this... this isn't just about love.

Kunal entered, his presence a stark contrast to the storm in her heart. "Smells wonderful in here," he said, kissing her neck, unaware of her turmoil.

Esha forced a smile, her mind elsewhere. "Thanks, it's almost ready," she replied, her voice betraying her inner conflict.

As they ate, Kunal's laughter was a balm, yet Esha's thoughts were on the video, on the memories of Aniket's touch, the wild freedom she had felt.

Later, unable to contain her fury, Esha called Priya. "How dare you? How did you get that video?" her voice trembled with rage.

Priya's response was cold, calculated. "Oh, Esha, technology has its ways. Things slip through."

"You had no right, Priya. That was private," Esha countered, her voice a mix of anger and hurt.

"And yet, you watched it again. Isn't that telling?" Priya taunted, believing she was showing Esha her true self.

"You think you're helping? You're destroying trust," Esha retorted, her grip on the phone tight.

"Or maybe I'm showing you what you're afraid to admit. That you still crave," Priya said, her tone manipulative.