13-02-2025, 11:09 PM
Dear Friends,
I finally finished reading the last episode of Krish_999's epic. I couldn’t read it in detail when it was first published, but I skimmed through the chapter, got a high-level understanding, and gradually read it bit by bit until last evening. I didn’t want to end up in the ER like one of our friends here!
Wow. Just wow. What an ending! What a ride! My hat's off to Krish_999. He's a master storyteller. He created characters we connected with, put them in situations that had us hooked, and used language so skillfully, it felt like he was speaking directly to us.
I think a lot of the guys here saw a bit of themselves in Krish or Desai, and let's be honest, everyone fell in love with Meera & fantasized about her in their dreams. That's the magic of this story.
I get the mixed reactions to the ending. Everyone's so invested, and their feedback is thoughtful and passionate. It's great how some readers offered explanations for the ending, sharing what they thought Krish_999 might have intended or what the characters were going through. It really helped clarify things for those who had issues.
Ultimately, it's Krish_999's world, and he gets to decide how it ends. He was even gracious enough to rewrite and expand the previous ending, and I agree with RCF that he had this one planned all along. Personally, I'm happy Meera and Krish are together. I hope they've learned their lesson, especially now with a child. They need to be honest with each other.
If I had one complaint, it's that the final chapter was delayed. I think if it had come out as promised, there wouldn't have been so much criticism. The extra time gave everyone a chance to reread, analyze the characters, and come up with these incredible insights (shout out to RCF, Phoenix, Lollo, Amzad, Dean, and others!). It raised expectations sky-high. And then Krish_999 portrayed Desai as…well, not much better than Krish. A lot of us were hoping Desai would be revealed as a total villain, a manipulator, something like that.
That's just my take. Doesn't mean I didn't have my own ideas about how it should end! I actually played out some scenarios in my head, based on my understanding of the story and all the comments and feedback. I did this both before and after the last chapter came out, reading everyone's reactions.
I even imagined a scene from Meera's perspective, where she's thinking things through in the bathroom before she kicks both of them out. I wrote it out in her voice, because I couldn't figure out a better way to organize my thoughts. I'm not trying to pretend I'm Krish_999—I know my limits! I just felt like Meera deserved to have her say.
Krish_999 or anyone is offended by my below post, please let me know and I’ll delete the post.
Now, Meera’s POV that I imagined.
"What have I done?" I thought, the question echoing in the hollow chambers of my heart. "What have they made me do?" Did they see me as a person, someone they claimed to love, or just an object to be bartered, gifted, shared? I'd agreed to meet Desai, a desperate attempt to prove my love for Krish. But what had they both done to me? They'd turned me into someone I didn't recognize, someone capable of sleeping with two men.
I loved Krish. Only Krish. I'd made mistakes, slept with others, been separated from him. But I never imagined he'd stop loving me, never thought he'd push me into another man's arms. I'd been a monster with Das, doing everything to drive Krish away. Yet, he never gave up on us. Now, I'd somehow managed to make him push me away. I knew, deep down, he still loved me. He believed he was doing this out of love, that I'd have a better life, more freedom with Desai. How could I show him that he was my everything?
It all started with the train incident. I should have been honest with Krish about what happened in the bathroom, not just the oral sex. Fear paralyzed me. I was worried he was enjoy it when I started telling him about it, push me into more of those encounters, so I didn’t tell him the truth.
I loved sex, real sex, with romance. Krish gave me all of that. There was no reason to look elsewhere, but I slipped in Goa, then with Sekar. When Krish seemed okay with it, even encouraged things with Sekar, I fell into a terrible habit. After Krish slept with Sekar's wife, I should have talked to him. Instead, I walked out, misjudging the situation he was in. He'd accepted my infidelity, ashamed of his own actions. But I hurt him, then compounded it with Das. If only I'd told Krish I was uncomfortable with the cuckolding fantasy, maybe we could have avoided all this.
Desai was the biggest mistake. He pursued me relentlessly. I hated him initially, but he used his connections, tricks, manipulations to get close to Krish, then to our family. He played the reformed man, the friend, making me confide in him. I thought it was harmless flirtation, treated him like a friend, said things I couldn't say to Krish. Desai saw my love for Krish and used it against me. He started mimicking and roleplaying Krish when we were alone, doing all the things I longed for Krish to do. He created a fantasy world where Desai disappeared, replaced by the Krish I dreamed of. In that world, I shared my deepest thoughts, fantasies, fears, dreams, my Krish. Desai, in Krish's guise, listened, gave advice, eased my guilt about the train incident and everything else. Slowly, I was caught in his web, seduced by the fantasy.
When Krish said that Desai had conquered me, I almost laughed. Desai hadn't conquered me, he'd tricked and betrayed us. He'd tricked Krish into believing he was a chronic cuckold. He'd tricked me with his fantasy world, making us believe he wasn't a threat. But it was all a game for him.
I knew things about Desai. After our first time, I told Krish Desai's "size" was laughable. It was partly true. He was average, but he had penile implants that made his organ very huge. I realized it immediately and couldn't orgasm even after hours of him trying (I was also grieving that I’ve lost Krish by my foolish act). He also took supplements, claiming they were for cholesterol. He kept fit, but his stamina, size, everything was artificial. I even suspected he was sterile. For a while, I thought of using him like a human dildo, but I was no match for his cunningness and manipulations. My arrogance and naivety trapped me.
I am a superstitious person, and I should have paid attention to the signs and trusted my instincts. Our first encounter during our last anniversary was a clear warning of the bad decision I was making. We both went behind Krish's back, had sex, and were caught by others. Those men saw me as a slut, and the memory still haunts me. I should have taken that as a serious omen and stopped this dangerous game, but I blamed Krish and continued the disaster with his blessings.
The next omen was even worse when Krish fell from the balcony. I could have lost my love forever. I should have chased Desai away from our home and ended our affair and Krish's fantasies. But Desai somehow convinced us to let him stay, and he managed to get into my heart. I was too vulnerable, and he provided emotional and romantic support. It's not just men who think with their genitals—I fell for it too. At the very least, I should have seen his true nature when he confessed to banging Nidhi. I was too influenced by him and let it pass.
After Desai left, I was lost. I rejected the idea of kids with Krish, probably when he decided my heart wasn't his. I could have ended it after the concert, but I was blind, intoxicated by Desai's web.
The day after our encounter at Alphine Heights, I couldn't concentrate at work. I felt a heavy weight pressing on me, sensing something bad was about to happen. So, I stepped out alone for a coffee and met Maithrei there. As a psychiatrist, she saw something was wrong. She warned me about Desai, his games, his vile machinations. She told me not to lose Krish. He loved me, despite his flaws, and I had to help him. I went back home intending to confess to Krish about my infidelity and seek his forgiveness for the last time, but I was shocked by his reaction. Somehow, I sensed immediately that he already knew about my infidelity even before I confessed. That day, my world turned upside down, and I realized I had destroyed my own life.
Even though Krish was pushing me towards Desai, I was determined to win him back. He'd waited a year for me once. I'd wait a decade if I had to. Then I met Nidhi.
I confronted her, afraid she might take Krish from me. She told me Desai had contacted her after leaving our house. Even if they hadn't slept together, I knew he was preparing a backup plan. He was still lying.
Then Nidhi dropped the bomb. Krish knew everything about Alpine Heights, every detail. He even knew about the things I’d done with Desai. He must have bugged the house. That explained everything. Krish thought he was setting me free. In my last encounters with Desai, I'd done things, like spitting in his mouth, that were reserved for Krish. Desai had tricked me, and I'd lost myself, lost Krish. That's when I decided to play along with their plan, get Desai to our house, expose him. Desai meant nothing to me. I wanted Krish. I knew he still loved me. Even if he wasn't over the cuckolding, I'd do anything to free him from it. My body, my life, belonged only to Krish. I'd make him jealous, make him confess his love.
Desai, that manipulative bastard, had made my drink strong and intoxicated me. The warmth spread through me, blurring my resolve. Each time I tried to move closer to Krish, to bridge the growing chasm between us, I saw the raw pain etched on his face, the agony of losing me. It was a twisted, heartbreaking dance. And in that moment of weakness, fueled by the drugged haze and the desperate hope that Krish would finally fight for me, I allowed Desai to lead me to the bedroom. It was a terrible, misguided plan, a last-ditch effort to jolt Krish into action.
But instead of the dramatic confrontation I envisioned, Desai began a grotesque cuckold act, practically offering me to Krish. I can barely remember how it happened, how I allowed it. Despite my resolve to be loyal only to Krish, they corrupted me, forcing me into a three-way nightmare. The shame was unbearable.
Amidst the horror, a sliver of relief pierced through. At least it was Krish who had came in me. Not Desai. That small comfort flickered in the darkness. Desai hadn't come inside me. And even if he had, I doubted his ability to conceive. This had to stop. I couldn't let this madness continue. I had to escape, to put some distance between myself and the toxic web they had spun around me. Krish had to see what he'd done, understand that my heart, my loyalty, belonged only to him. I would wait for him. I would wait as long as it took. And if he didn't come back, I would fight for him. I would claw my way back to him, no matter the cost.
A new thought, both terrifying and hopeful, bloomed in my mind. I was fertile now. There was a chance, a real chance, that Krish had…that I could be pregnant. If I carried his child, I would have something to hold onto, a tangible connection to him, a reason to keep fighting until he returned. But I couldn't, I absolutely couldn't, let this situation fester any longer. I had to sever all ties with Desai, reclaim my life, my destiny. I had to take control.
I stepped out of the bathroom and gave a tight slap across Desai's face.
And thats how it happened!
I finally finished reading the last episode of Krish_999's epic. I couldn’t read it in detail when it was first published, but I skimmed through the chapter, got a high-level understanding, and gradually read it bit by bit until last evening. I didn’t want to end up in the ER like one of our friends here!
Wow. Just wow. What an ending! What a ride! My hat's off to Krish_999. He's a master storyteller. He created characters we connected with, put them in situations that had us hooked, and used language so skillfully, it felt like he was speaking directly to us.
I think a lot of the guys here saw a bit of themselves in Krish or Desai, and let's be honest, everyone fell in love with Meera & fantasized about her in their dreams. That's the magic of this story.
I get the mixed reactions to the ending. Everyone's so invested, and their feedback is thoughtful and passionate. It's great how some readers offered explanations for the ending, sharing what they thought Krish_999 might have intended or what the characters were going through. It really helped clarify things for those who had issues.
Ultimately, it's Krish_999's world, and he gets to decide how it ends. He was even gracious enough to rewrite and expand the previous ending, and I agree with RCF that he had this one planned all along. Personally, I'm happy Meera and Krish are together. I hope they've learned their lesson, especially now with a child. They need to be honest with each other.
If I had one complaint, it's that the final chapter was delayed. I think if it had come out as promised, there wouldn't have been so much criticism. The extra time gave everyone a chance to reread, analyze the characters, and come up with these incredible insights (shout out to RCF, Phoenix, Lollo, Amzad, Dean, and others!). It raised expectations sky-high. And then Krish_999 portrayed Desai as…well, not much better than Krish. A lot of us were hoping Desai would be revealed as a total villain, a manipulator, something like that.
That's just my take. Doesn't mean I didn't have my own ideas about how it should end! I actually played out some scenarios in my head, based on my understanding of the story and all the comments and feedback. I did this both before and after the last chapter came out, reading everyone's reactions.
I even imagined a scene from Meera's perspective, where she's thinking things through in the bathroom before she kicks both of them out. I wrote it out in her voice, because I couldn't figure out a better way to organize my thoughts. I'm not trying to pretend I'm Krish_999—I know my limits! I just felt like Meera deserved to have her say.
Krish_999 or anyone is offended by my below post, please let me know and I’ll delete the post.
Now, Meera’s POV that I imagined.
"What have I done?" I thought, the question echoing in the hollow chambers of my heart. "What have they made me do?" Did they see me as a person, someone they claimed to love, or just an object to be bartered, gifted, shared? I'd agreed to meet Desai, a desperate attempt to prove my love for Krish. But what had they both done to me? They'd turned me into someone I didn't recognize, someone capable of sleeping with two men.
I loved Krish. Only Krish. I'd made mistakes, slept with others, been separated from him. But I never imagined he'd stop loving me, never thought he'd push me into another man's arms. I'd been a monster with Das, doing everything to drive Krish away. Yet, he never gave up on us. Now, I'd somehow managed to make him push me away. I knew, deep down, he still loved me. He believed he was doing this out of love, that I'd have a better life, more freedom with Desai. How could I show him that he was my everything?
It all started with the train incident. I should have been honest with Krish about what happened in the bathroom, not just the oral sex. Fear paralyzed me. I was worried he was enjoy it when I started telling him about it, push me into more of those encounters, so I didn’t tell him the truth.
I loved sex, real sex, with romance. Krish gave me all of that. There was no reason to look elsewhere, but I slipped in Goa, then with Sekar. When Krish seemed okay with it, even encouraged things with Sekar, I fell into a terrible habit. After Krish slept with Sekar's wife, I should have talked to him. Instead, I walked out, misjudging the situation he was in. He'd accepted my infidelity, ashamed of his own actions. But I hurt him, then compounded it with Das. If only I'd told Krish I was uncomfortable with the cuckolding fantasy, maybe we could have avoided all this.
Desai was the biggest mistake. He pursued me relentlessly. I hated him initially, but he used his connections, tricks, manipulations to get close to Krish, then to our family. He played the reformed man, the friend, making me confide in him. I thought it was harmless flirtation, treated him like a friend, said things I couldn't say to Krish. Desai saw my love for Krish and used it against me. He started mimicking and roleplaying Krish when we were alone, doing all the things I longed for Krish to do. He created a fantasy world where Desai disappeared, replaced by the Krish I dreamed of. In that world, I shared my deepest thoughts, fantasies, fears, dreams, my Krish. Desai, in Krish's guise, listened, gave advice, eased my guilt about the train incident and everything else. Slowly, I was caught in his web, seduced by the fantasy.
When Krish said that Desai had conquered me, I almost laughed. Desai hadn't conquered me, he'd tricked and betrayed us. He'd tricked Krish into believing he was a chronic cuckold. He'd tricked me with his fantasy world, making us believe he wasn't a threat. But it was all a game for him.
I knew things about Desai. After our first time, I told Krish Desai's "size" was laughable. It was partly true. He was average, but he had penile implants that made his organ very huge. I realized it immediately and couldn't orgasm even after hours of him trying (I was also grieving that I’ve lost Krish by my foolish act). He also took supplements, claiming they were for cholesterol. He kept fit, but his stamina, size, everything was artificial. I even suspected he was sterile. For a while, I thought of using him like a human dildo, but I was no match for his cunningness and manipulations. My arrogance and naivety trapped me.
I am a superstitious person, and I should have paid attention to the signs and trusted my instincts. Our first encounter during our last anniversary was a clear warning of the bad decision I was making. We both went behind Krish's back, had sex, and were caught by others. Those men saw me as a slut, and the memory still haunts me. I should have taken that as a serious omen and stopped this dangerous game, but I blamed Krish and continued the disaster with his blessings.
The next omen was even worse when Krish fell from the balcony. I could have lost my love forever. I should have chased Desai away from our home and ended our affair and Krish's fantasies. But Desai somehow convinced us to let him stay, and he managed to get into my heart. I was too vulnerable, and he provided emotional and romantic support. It's not just men who think with their genitals—I fell for it too. At the very least, I should have seen his true nature when he confessed to banging Nidhi. I was too influenced by him and let it pass.
After Desai left, I was lost. I rejected the idea of kids with Krish, probably when he decided my heart wasn't his. I could have ended it after the concert, but I was blind, intoxicated by Desai's web.
The day after our encounter at Alphine Heights, I couldn't concentrate at work. I felt a heavy weight pressing on me, sensing something bad was about to happen. So, I stepped out alone for a coffee and met Maithrei there. As a psychiatrist, she saw something was wrong. She warned me about Desai, his games, his vile machinations. She told me not to lose Krish. He loved me, despite his flaws, and I had to help him. I went back home intending to confess to Krish about my infidelity and seek his forgiveness for the last time, but I was shocked by his reaction. Somehow, I sensed immediately that he already knew about my infidelity even before I confessed. That day, my world turned upside down, and I realized I had destroyed my own life.
Even though Krish was pushing me towards Desai, I was determined to win him back. He'd waited a year for me once. I'd wait a decade if I had to. Then I met Nidhi.
I confronted her, afraid she might take Krish from me. She told me Desai had contacted her after leaving our house. Even if they hadn't slept together, I knew he was preparing a backup plan. He was still lying.
Then Nidhi dropped the bomb. Krish knew everything about Alpine Heights, every detail. He even knew about the things I’d done with Desai. He must have bugged the house. That explained everything. Krish thought he was setting me free. In my last encounters with Desai, I'd done things, like spitting in his mouth, that were reserved for Krish. Desai had tricked me, and I'd lost myself, lost Krish. That's when I decided to play along with their plan, get Desai to our house, expose him. Desai meant nothing to me. I wanted Krish. I knew he still loved me. Even if he wasn't over the cuckolding, I'd do anything to free him from it. My body, my life, belonged only to Krish. I'd make him jealous, make him confess his love.
Desai, that manipulative bastard, had made my drink strong and intoxicated me. The warmth spread through me, blurring my resolve. Each time I tried to move closer to Krish, to bridge the growing chasm between us, I saw the raw pain etched on his face, the agony of losing me. It was a twisted, heartbreaking dance. And in that moment of weakness, fueled by the drugged haze and the desperate hope that Krish would finally fight for me, I allowed Desai to lead me to the bedroom. It was a terrible, misguided plan, a last-ditch effort to jolt Krish into action.
But instead of the dramatic confrontation I envisioned, Desai began a grotesque cuckold act, practically offering me to Krish. I can barely remember how it happened, how I allowed it. Despite my resolve to be loyal only to Krish, they corrupted me, forcing me into a three-way nightmare. The shame was unbearable.
Amidst the horror, a sliver of relief pierced through. At least it was Krish who had came in me. Not Desai. That small comfort flickered in the darkness. Desai hadn't come inside me. And even if he had, I doubted his ability to conceive. This had to stop. I couldn't let this madness continue. I had to escape, to put some distance between myself and the toxic web they had spun around me. Krish had to see what he'd done, understand that my heart, my loyalty, belonged only to him. I would wait for him. I would wait as long as it took. And if he didn't come back, I would fight for him. I would claw my way back to him, no matter the cost.
A new thought, both terrifying and hopeful, bloomed in my mind. I was fertile now. There was a chance, a real chance, that Krish had…that I could be pregnant. If I carried his child, I would have something to hold onto, a tangible connection to him, a reason to keep fighting until he returned. But I couldn't, I absolutely couldn't, let this situation fester any longer. I had to sever all ties with Desai, reclaim my life, my destiny. I had to take control.
I stepped out of the bathroom and gave a tight slap across Desai's face.
And thats how it happened!
Bineesh!
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