Clever Companion(Real): Meet->Marriage->Suspicion->Investigator->Multiple Affairs

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Act 3.1 - Accepting the Urge
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The Next Day

(The sun streams into the bedroom. It's Sunday morning. Raj is still fast asleep, breathing softly. Kavita is already up, dressed in a smart kurti and leggings, ready for work. She looks at her sleeping husband for a moment, an unreadable expression on her face, before quietly leaving the room. A few minutes later, the sound of her Honda City starting up breaks the morning silence. Driving, she plugs in her pen drive, and loud, upbeat Punjabi music fills the car.)

(At the private college where she teaches, the staff room is buzzing.)

Colleague 1 (Sunita): "Kavita! There she is! The beautiful bride! You're glowing!"

Colleague 2 (Priya): "We missed you! Marriage suits you. Raj is a very lucky man."

Kavita (smiling graciously): "Thank you, Sunita. It's good to be back."

Sunita: "Back already? So, when are you two going on your honeymoon? Someplace romantic, I hope? Paris? Switzerland?"

Kavita (her smile tightening slightly): "There is no plan to go on a honeymoon. Raj is too busy with a new project at work."

Priya: "Oh, no! That's so sad. You must insist! The first few weeks are the most special."

Kavita: "It's fine. We have our whole lives. Excuse me, the bell is about to ring."

(At lunchtime, Kavita sits with her closest friend, Meera, in the college canteen.)

Meera: "Okay, now tell me everything. Forget them. How are things really going, Kavita? Are you okay with this new chapter of your life? You seem a little... tense."

Kavita (staring into her plate of food): "Pata nahi, Meera. I get these sudden urges which completely take control over me. I feel like I am just unable to control them. (I don't know, Meera.)"

Meera: "Urges? What kind of urges? You mean... like, you're super attracted to Raj? That's normal! You're newlyweds."

Kavita: "No. It's not normal. It's... more than that. It's like a hunger. A physical, desperate hunger that has nothing to do with love or romance. It just... appears. And it's so strong, Meera. It's so strong it blocks out everything else."

Meera: "Okay... deep breaths. So when you feel this... urge... what happens? Do you and Raj... you know..."

Kavita (a short, bitter laugh): "Raj? Meera, Raj is a good man. He's kind and gentle. But this thing inside me... it doesn't want gentle. It wants to be fought. It wants to be... consumed. When I feel like that, Raj's kindness feels like he's pouring a cup of water on a forest fire."

Meera: "Wow. A forest fire? Kavi, that's intense. Maybe you're just stressed from the wedding? All the changes..."

Kavita: "It's not stress. It's a craving. Yesterday, I... I felt it so strongly. And I did something about it. And for a little while, it was incredible. But then... it wasn't enough. It's like the more I feed it, the hungrier it gets. And honestly? It scares me."

Meera (leaning in, her voice low): "What did you do? Kavita, you're not... you didn't... with someone else? Already?"

Kavita (avoiding her eyes): "I just... satisfied the urge. But that's not the point. The point is that even after... I wanted more. I still want more, right now, sitting here talking to you. It's a constant itch under my skin. And the person who I wanted it from... he... he got scared. He told me I was 'too much'."

Meera: "Oh my god. Kavita. This is... this is more than just being horny. Remember what that pandit said? About you having a 'storm' inside you?"

Kavita: "I know. And I feel like I'm in the middle of a hurricane, Meera. And Raj is standing on the shore, smiling and telling me he hopes I have a nice time."

Meera: "Have you tried talking to him? I mean, really talking? Telling him you need more... passion? More aggression?"

Kavita: "How do I explain this to him? How do I tell my gentle, kind husband that I want him to stop being so damn nice and just... pin me to a wall and fuck me like he hates me? How do you say that to a man whose chart literally says he's 'non-confrontational'?"

Meera: "I... I don't know. Maybe you need to guide him. Show him what you want."

Kavita: "I tried. On our wedding night. He was too tired to even move. I had to... take what I wanted while he was half asleep."

Meera (eyes wide with shock): "You're kidding me."

Kavita: "I wish I was. It felt good, for a moment. But it was just me. There was no pushback. No fight. No passion. It was just... an act. Like drinking a glass of water. It quenches the thirst for a second, but it doesn't satisfy the hunger."

Meera: "Kavi... maybe you should talk to someone. A professional. A therapist."

Kavita: "And say what? 'Hello, I think I'm a nymphomaniac and my kind husband isn't kinky enough for me?' They'd put me on medication, Meera. They'd try to 'calm' the storm. But the storm is a part of me. I don't want it to be calm. I just want someone who isn't afraid to be in the middle of it with me."

Meera: "I'm worried about you. This isn't sustainable. You're going to get caught, and you're going to destroy a good man's life."

Kavita: "I know. And that's the strangest part. I know it's wrong. I know it's dangerous. But when the urge comes... I don't care. Nothing else matters. Not Raj, not our marriage, not what people will think. Nothing. Just feeding the hunger. I feel like two different people, Meera.

The Kavita who teaches French smiles at Meera... and this other thing. This creature that just wants to fuck and be fucked until it can't feel anything else."