Adultery Sakshi's Universe

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The rain had slowed to a misty drizzle by evening. Sakshi sat cross-legged on the bed, her phone cradled in her palm, thumb hovering over Meena’s contact. The dim orange of the table lamp bathed the room in a soft glow, casting long shadows on the walls. Her son was asleep on the corner mat, drooling onto a teddy bear. The house smelled of wet earth and leftover sambar.
She hesitated.
Then tapped.
The call rang twice before Meena’s voice burst through—bright and familiar, like sunlight on a monsoon morning.
"Sakshiaa! Finally remembered I exist? Thought you ran away with your milkman or something."
Sakshi laughed, leaning back on the pillow.
"Aiyo, Meenu, don’t start. You know how it is here. This baby boy sucks my soul dry. I’m one step away from turning into an ayah."
"And what about that hubby of yours, huh? Still working those long shifts? Or is he home enough to give you some proper night workouts?"
"Stop, dirty girl," Sakshi giggled, lowering her voice and glancing at the door. "He’s fine. Still the same. Still thinks a ten-minute quickie counts as romance. Doesn’t even touch the sides, Meenu."
Meena snorted.
"God. That’s why I keep telling you—get a vibrator. It listens better than men and never finishes early."
"If I even order one, the delivery guy will tell my mother-in-law. These walls have ears."
They both laughed. The sound felt like warm tea.
"Also," Sakshi added, sitting up straighter, "I moved."
"Wait, what? You shifted? Since when?"
"Two days ago. It all happened suddenly. Murugan’s friend knew someone... long story. New place now."
"And you didn’t tell me? I should unfriend you on moral grounds. Where is it?"
"Old colony. Kinda crumbling but charming. Feels like the walls know secrets. The window moans at night and the staircase smells like Vicks."
"Sexy," Meena deadpanned. "So what’s the neighborhood like? Aunties with binoculars or uncles with binoculars?"
Sakshi paused just half a beat.
"Actually… something happened today."
"Oho? What kind of something? That’s your guilty whisper. Spit it."
"Promise you won’t scream."
"I’m already sitting. In my nightie. Legs open like Buddha. I physically cannot scream. Talk."
Sakshi took a breath.
"There’s this man. Old man. He lives in the house. He’s the owner’s father. His name’s Ramu."
"Okay. So like, uncle-type?"
"More like... ancient relic. Sixty-five maybe. Balding, thin hair on the sides, glasses, always in a white banyan. Serious face. He moves like he’s allergic to sudden motion."
"So, human tortoise."
"Yeah. But the way he looks at me, Meenu... Like I’m a mango in May. Fully ripe. From day one. Doesn't even pretend to hide it."
"So your new rent package comes with complimentary perv chacha. Neat."
"Today it rained. I had my clothes drying on the line. I went to get them—and my bra, my silk panties, the good stuff—gone."
"...No."
"I checked everywhere. I don’t even know why, but I looked into his room. The door was a little open. He was asleep. And Meenu... they were there. On the floor. Right next to him."
"You’re kidding."
"Used."
Her voice cracked.
"I could see it. The stains. Smell it. The fabric was damp—but not from rain."
Silence.
"Sakshiiiiii...!!!!" Then Meena let out a slow, stunned whistle. she breathed, voice suddenly low and serious.
"Are you okay? Did you yell? Did you wake him? Did you call Murugan? What now, huh? You gonna avoid him? Tell your husband? Burn your underwear like it’s cursed?"
"No. That’s the part that scares me. I just... stood there. And then I left. I didn’t even take the clothes back."
"...Wait. Are you saying... you liked it?"
Sakshi sank back into her pillow, eyes locked on the ceiling fan.
"It turned me on so bad, Meenu. I can't explain it. The way he handled them... it was like he was holding me. Like I was still in them."
"Jesus. This isn’t some daily soap. This is 3 a.m. secret browser tab content."
"I know. I feel disgusting. And confused. And... wet."
"You’re not disgusting. You’re just awake for the first time in months. He made you feel wanted. Desired. Like you're not invisible in your own goddamn life."
Sakshi didn’t respond. She turned to look at the side table. The panty was still there. Folded.
She hadn't thrown it.
She couldn’t.
"He used my scent, Meenu. He wanted me. Not just any woman. Me."
Meena’s voice lowered.
"And for once, someone didn’t just take you for granted. He wanted you in that desperate, dirty, unapologetic way. That shakes something in us."
"After my son slept, I took the panty. Held it to my face. And touched myself. I came so fast I scared myself."
Another long silence.
"So now what?" Meena asked. "Tell your husband? Or... leave out another bra?"
Sakshi's throat tightened.
"I want to test it. Leave something out. Not by mistake. On purpose. I want to see if he’ll do it again."
Meena let out a dry chuckle.
"And that’s why I love you, you psycho. You’re basically the horny Tamil version of Chandramukhi."
Sakshi smiled.
She felt less alone. Still burning—but now, burning with someone who understood.
And outside, the rain had stopped.
But inside her, the storm had only just begun.