Adultery My wife through the lens of CCTV

[tharkibudda]

Chapter 12 : April 14 (Contd)

he digital recording showed Lakhan's leer, a twisted grin that didn't quite reach his eyes. His gaze raked over her like a predator eyeing its prey, and I felt a fresh wave of rage wash over me. Why is he here? What could he possibly want now? The digital scene unfolded before me, each moment a knife twisting in my gut.


Dhristi took a step back, her body visibly trembling as Lakhan strode into our home with the confidence of a man who knew he could take whatever he wanted. The digital recording didn't capture her scent, but I could almost smell the fear that must have been emanating from her pores, a bitter aroma that filled the room.

He moved with a predatory grace that made my skin crawl, his eyes never leaving her as he made his way to the sofa. He sat down, his movements languid and relaxed, as if he were settling in for a pleasant afternoon tea rather than a meeting with the woman he had so brutally violated.

"Come," Lakhan said, his voice a low, seductive purr that made the digital Dhristi's eyes widen. She took a shaky step forward, her body trembling like a leaf in a storm.

He gestured to the couch with a flourish of his hand, a silent command that sent a shiver down her spine. She knew what he wanted, what he had come for, but she couldn't refuse. The digital recording captured her hesitation, the way her knees threatened to buckle as she lowered herself onto the cushions. She sat as far from him as she could, her posture rigid, her eyes cast downward.

"Look what I did yesterday," Lakhan began, his voice a slow, deliberate taunt that made my blood boil. "It was unforgivable. I cannot give any justification for my actions."

Dhristi remained silent, her eyes fixed on the floor. The tremble in her body was the only indication of the turmoil she felt.

"I'm sorry," Lakhan continued, his words as empty as the apology that hung in the air between them. "I was tense because of the audit. Angry at your husband for screwing it up, and then I saw you, naked and vulnerable, and my mind just...made me do things." His words were a noose, tightening around my digital neck, a pathetic attempt to justify the unjustifiable.

Dhristi's silence was deafening, a testament to her strength. She didn't look up, didn't give him the satisfaction of seeing the pain in her eyes. Instead, she took a deep breath, her chest rising and falling with the effort it took to remain composed.

Lakhan leaned back into the couch, his posture a stark contrast to hers. He was the picture of casual arrogance, a man who knew he held the power in this twisted game. "But still," he began, his voice a slick, oily whisper that seemed to coil around her like a python, "that doesn't mean what I did was right. By the way, aapka naam?"

Her eyes remained downcast, her voice a mere thread of sound that seemed to struggle against the weight of his question. "Ji,Dhristi."

The digital Lakhan leaned forward, his hands clasped in a display of feigned humility. "Dhristi," he said, his tone a caress that made my skin crawl. "I am here to seek your forgiveness. I know I cannot undo what has been done, but I am willing to do anything to make this right."

Dhristi's eyes flickered up to meet his, the digital image capturing the storm of emotions that raged within her—fear, anger, confusion, and a hint of something else.

"Did you inform your husband about this?" Lakhan asked cautiously, his eyes gleaming with a mix of hope and malice. It was a question that hung in the air, thick with the weight of its implications. The digital Dhristi took a moment to compose herself before she replied, her voice shaking with a mix of defiance and despair.

"No," she murmured, her voice barely a whisper. "I couldn't."

Lakhan's smile grew, his eyes gleaming with victory. "Good," he purred, his voice as smooth as the silk of the pillows that had once cradled her head during their lovemaking. "It's better that way. Your husband, he's a good man, but he's weak. He couldn't fight for you. He couldn't protect you. He'd only make a fool of himself, and then where would we be?" He leaned back, his fingers playing idly with the gold chain around his neck.

"But you don't have to worry about that anymore, do you, Dhristi?" His words were a serpent coiling around her heart, squeezing tighter with every syllable. "The security officer here,I pay them 50000 per month as protection money, they're like loyal dogs. They only bite when I tell them to, and for the right price, they'll forget they ever saw anything."

The digital Dhristi's eyes flashed with a mix of anger and despair. I could see the wheels turning in her mind, the silent calculations she was making. She knew she was trapped, her fate in the hands of a monster who had no remorse for his actions.

Lakhan leaned back into the sofa, his posture one of smug satisfaction. He had come not to seek forgiveness but to assert his power, to make it clear that she was his to take whenever he desired. The digital feed captured every twitch of his sneer, every predatory gesture, and I felt my own rage building, a volcano threatening to erupt.

"You see, Dhristi," he continued, his voice as smooth as the silk of the pillows he had used to muffle her screams, "I am a powerful man in this town. If you go to the security officer, it won't just be your reputation at stake. It will be your husband's career, your family's honor."

The digital Lakhan leaned closer, his breath hot on her neck. "But," he whispered, his tone suddenly softer, almost gentle, "if you wish, you and Manav can discuss this in private. I'm willing to compensate you for the trouble I've caused." His eyes held hers, the malicious glint replaced by something that looked almost like genuine concern.

Dhristi felt the bile rise in her throat as she met his gaze. She knew what he was offering—money? But at what cost? Her dignity? Her soul? The very thought made her skin crawl. But she remained silent.

As I watched the digital drama unfold, rage boiled within me. Dhristi, my Dhristi, wasn't some object to be used and discarded. She was the embodiment of purity and love, the very essence of what made our marriage sacred. Lakhan's lewd suggestions were a desecration of everything we had built together.

My mind raced as the digital Lakhan spoke of compensation, as if her chastity could be bought and sold like a commodity in the market. I wanted to roar my objection, to tear the screen apart with my bare hands. But all I could do was watch, trapped in the digital purgatory of my own making.

Dhristi remained silent, her eyes a turbulent sea of emotions. The silence stretched on, thick and taut as a bowstring ready to snap. "So do we have a deal now?" Lakhan asked, his voice a sultry caress that seemed to slither through the digital air.

Her eyes remained glued to the floor, her breaths shallow and erratic. Her refusal to look at him was not a sign of submission but a silent rebellion, a declaration that she would not give him the satisfaction of seeing her broken spirit. But the longer she avoided his gaze, the more agitated Lakhan grew. His smile began to twitch at the corners, and his eyes narrowed to slits. "Look at me when I talk to you," he snarled, his hand shooting out to grip her chin.

The digital scene was so vivid, so real, it was as if I could feel the pressure of his fingers on her face. Dhristi flinched but met his gaze, her eyes flashing with a fiery determination that I had never seen before. The digital Lakhan's grip tightened, his thumb tracing the line of her jaw in a way that was both possessive and taunting.

"Look at me," he snarled again, his voice a mix of frustration and anger. "You think you can just ignore me like that?"

Dhristi's trembling grew more pronounced as she met Lakhan's eyes, her heart racing like a wild animal trapped in a cage. The digital image of Lakhan's hand on her chin made me want to jump through the screen and rip him to shreds. But all I could do was watch.

"I left all my pride at the door when I came here," Lakhan spat, his grip on her chin tightening. "I could have any woman I want, but I chose to seek your forgiveness." His voice was a mix of anger and entitlement, as if his very act of showing up was a gift she should be grateful for.

Dhristi's eyes remained defiant, but she knew better than to push him further. With a heavy heart, she nodded, the digital image capturing the reluctant submission that made me want to weep.

Lakhan's smile grew, his eyes glinting with malice as he leaned closer. "Looks like you bitches don't understand softness," he sneered, the endearment of a knife to her soul. "But fear not, my dear," he added, his tone mockingly tender, "I am more than happy to explain the concept of power."