Adultery The Descent of Meera; An Indian House Wife
Chapter continued....

The cold feeling from Arjun’s short message stayed with her. It was a dull ache in her chest. The turned-on, wet feeling she’d just had felt stupid now. She was pissed. Her fingers moved fast over her phone screen, typing out a single, angry emoji. [Image: 32.png]


He wrote back almost immediately. Not with words. A sad face. [Image: 32.png]

Meera: Grrrrr Arjun... you should not be sad.
She wanted to type ‘dear’. She wanted to make him feel better. But she stopped herself. It was too much, after he had been so distant. She didn't type the word.

Arjun: Meera, seriously I can't forget my Chandrika, but at the same time I feel I made you feel down. That's why I hold back.

Made me feel down? she thought. Arjun, you have no idea. You didn't make me feel down… you made me feel… Her mind went back to the throbbing between her legs, the wetness there, all from touching the spot he named after himself. …you made me feel good down there. A private, dirty little smile touched her lips. The memory of her own fingers rubbing herself wiped away the chill from his message. He had made her feel hot and wanted.

Meera: Arjun.. boolo na, you didn't make me feel down. Aise sochna bhi nahi. (Arjun.. say it, you didn't make me feel down. Don't even think like that.)

Arjun: Hmmm...
His weak answer was annoying. She needed to snap him out of it. She needed to see his face.

Meera: Who sab chhodo. Are you coming for that wedding function today? (Leave all that. Are you coming for that wedding function today?)

Arjun: Decide nahi kiya. (Haven't decided.)

Meera: No, you have to come. Kuch nahi kehna. (No, you have to come. Won't take no for an answer.)
She smiled to herself. It was his Chandrika telling him to come.


Arjun: Theek hai, Meera. I will try. (Alright, Meera. I will try.)
It was something, but it wasn't enough. He was still pulling away.

Meera: Arjun.... you missed to say something.
Say it, she begged silently. Say my name. Say Chandrika. Remember what we just did.


Arjun: Am not missing anything. It's deep inside me....
She knew what he meant. The memory of their dirty talk, of his confession, was buried inside him, and it was making him hurt, making him quiet. She wanted to pull it out of him.

Meera: Don't keep anything inside. Express it to someone......
She was gently, carefully, telling him to express it to her.

Arjun: Meera, I will come...
It was a start. But she needed to break the rest of the wall. She needed to bring back their secret word.

Meera: And you should not be the dull boy.
She typed ‘boy’ on purpose. It was a direct, naughty reminder of the secret name he’d given himself, of the dirty thing between them.


He sent back a blushing emoji. [Image: 32.png] It was enough. She had him back.

Her shower wasn't just a shower anymore. The warm water poured over her skin, but she wasn't thinking about getting clean. Her hands, slippery with soap, moved over her body with a new purpose. They slid over her stomach, and then her fingertips went right to her belly button. His Chandrika.

She didn't just trace it. She pressed her fingertip into the little dip, circling it slowly. The soap made everything slick. Her finger glided around the tight rim, again and again. Each circle sent a sharp, hot pulse straight to her clit. The feeling was so strong it made her legs shake a little under the water. Her nipples were hard little points, and when the water hit them, it sent another shiver through her. She leaned her back against the cold, wet tiles, one hand flat on the wall to hold herself up. Her whole world shrank to the feeling of her finger moving on that one small spot. The water was just noise. All she could feel was the slow, slippery circles and the deep ache growing between her legs.
She got out of the shower and wrapped a towel around herself. Her skin was pink and sensitive. She looked at herself in the steamy mirror and decided. She was getting dressed for him today.

She opened her bottom drawer, the one with her special things. She pushed aside the plain cotton underwear and found it: the lavender lace set. The bra and panties he had asked her to wear for his birthday. The lace he had seen a glimpse of, the memory that made him tell her everything.

She put them on the bed. The delicate lace looked dark and sexy against her white bedsheet. She stood in front of the mirror, the towel still on. She took a breath and let the towel fall to the floor.

She looked at her naked body in the mirror. She didn't cover up. She put her hands on her hips, remembering how he stared at them. She turned to look at her ass over her shoulder. Her two cheeks were full and round. She looked at the deep line where they met, the shadowy cleft running down the middle. The skin was smooth. She felt a thrill. This was what he liked. This was what made him crazy.

She bent over and stepped into the lavender lace panties. She pulled them up slowly. The soft lace slid over her thighs, over her ass, until they settled snugly against her skin. The waistband sat right below her belly button—his Chandrika was now framed by his favorite lace. She turned around again to look. The lace stretched over the curves of her ass, the pattern both hiding and showing everything. This is what he wanted for his birthday. A wild thought hit her: Should I let him see it? Do I want to? The idea scared her and turned her on so much she felt dizzy.

She sat on the edge of the bed wearing nothing but the tiny lavender panties. The lace felt rough and soft at the same time against her skin. She remembered Mahabaleshwar—the wind, her navel showing, the quick flash of this same lace that drove him crazy. She remembered on his birthday, in the kitchen, moving her saree just for him. She was sitting here now, in the thing he wanted most, all for him.
She picked up her phone. His last seen was from when he’d sent the blushing emoji. He was waiting. She knew it.

Meera: Kya kar rahe ho, Arjun? (What are you doing, Arjun?)

Arjun: Bus office mein hoon. Was thinking of going home. (Just in the office. Was thinking of going home.)

Meera: Ok theek hai. Jaldi nikalo. Go home, get ready, and come to the party soon. (Ok alright. Leave quickly. Go home, get ready, and come to the party soon.)

Arjun: Baarish ka jaise dikh raha hai. Tho cancel karne ka soch raha hoon. (It looks like rain. So I’m thinking of cancelling.)

Meera: Arjun, you come. Rain won't sink you.
She typed it to remind him of when he said he was ‘drowned’ in her.


Meera: Abhi se sink ho gaye kya? Baarish tho aaya nahi. (Did you sink already? It hasn't even rained yet.)
She looked down at herself, at the lavender lace stretched tight over her hips and mound. This was the view he was missing. Knowing she was wearing this for him made her feel exposed and powerful. The air felt cool on her bare skin, and she could feel every tiny thread of the lace against her wetness.

Arjun: Nothing like that.
He was still upset. She wanted to tell him so badly. To type: ‘I’m wearing the lavender lace, Arjun. Right now. For you.’ The words were right there. What if I just sent it? The thought was electric. It would change everything. But it was too dangerous. Her husband, Rajiv, the party… it was too much. The conflict twisted in her stomach.

Meera: Anyway, you have to come.

Arjun: Theek hai. I will come. (Alright. I will come.)

Meera: Arjun.... please be the same. And never think you made me feel down.

Arjun: Sure, Meera. I will be the same.
Him saying just ‘Meera’ again hurt. She needed to hear him call her ‘Chandrika’. She needed him to claim her.

Meera: Still, you missed to say something.
Arjun said nothing. The silence was awful. She was sitting here almost naked for him, and he was silent. She imagined him walking into the room right now. She pictured his eyes going wide, his breath catching as he saw her on the bed in just the lace panties. The fantasy was so real it made her clit throb.

Angry, she typed again, adding the emoji.

Meera: [Image: 32.png] Theek hee.. you have to be there. And wear that same t-shirt you wore when we were selecting the dress for you... [Image: 32.png]
She was telling him what to wear, making him part of her plan.

Arjun: Sure, Meera. I will.

Meera: [Image: 32.png] Again with a blushing emoji. "Any instructions for me?"

Arjun: You know, Meera. You only know that.

His answer made her feel proud and in control. He was admitting she had power over him, that she knew his deepest wants. She stood up and walked to the mirror. The woman looking back wasn't just someone's wife. She was a secret. She was a fantasy. The lavender lace looked dark against her skin. The bra was still on the bed. She saw the curve of her hips, her flat stomach leading down to the lace, the swell of her breasts. She saw his Chandrika, right above the waistband. She saw everything he wanted to see.

Meera: Arjun, I know. And I will be... but you have to come.


She sent the message. It was a promise. She was ready. She was his Chandrika, in his lavender lace, waiting. It was his move now. The waiting for tonight was a live wire under her skin.
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