Adultery The Forbidden Relief – My Wife's Secret

[doodhwale_bhaiya]

Ravi goes to college

Just then, Ravi reappeared through the crowd, brushing imaginary dust off his sleeves. 
“No Shahid Kapoor,” he announced, sliding back into his seat. “No Kiara either. Hoodies, yes. Celebrities, no. But… I did spot Arjun. He’s here with his girlfriend. They’re sitting separately at a corner table—probably trying to keep a low profile too. I didn’t invite him over. Didn’t want to interrupt.” 
 
He looked around at the three women, eyebrows raised. 
“Should I go get him? Bring him to the table?”
 
Preeti, Shikha, and Simran answered in perfect unison again: 
“No.” 
 
The word landed like a gunshot—sharp, immediate, unanimous. 
 
Ravi blinked, surprised, mouth half-open. He looked from one face to the other, reading the sudden shift in the air. Then he just smiled—slow, knowing, a little amused—and settled back into his chair without another word, picking up his whiskey. 

Ravi’s eyes narrowed playfully as he looked around the table, catching the tail end of the laughter that had erupted when all three women said “No” in perfect unison. 
 
“No, that too in unison!” he said, leaning forward with a mock-serious expression. “Something is cooking here. Tell me.”
 
Preeti exchanged quick glances with Shikha and Simran, then turned to Ravi with an innocent shrug. 
“We were just… girl talk. You were about to ask something earlier, right? Before these two sent you on a wild goose chase for imaginary celebrities.”
 
Ravi chuckled, shaking his head. “Yeah, I was. I wanted to know how you two are actually planning to do this family thing. You said Shikha wants to carry, but… how?”
 
Preeti sighed dramatically, glancing at the almost-empty glasses on the table. 
“It’s a long story, Ravi. And stories like this need more drinks.”
 
She raised her hand, catching the waiter’s eye. 
“Another round—whiskey neat for him, vodka sodas for us. And some more chilli chicken, please. Extra spicy.”
 
The waiter nodded and vanished into the crowd. Preeti waited until he was out of earshot, then leaned in, voice dropping to that intimate, storytelling tone she used when sharing clinic secrets.

“Okay… it all started with my mother,” she began. “She’s known about me—about my choice—for years. She never said much, but I could feel her worry. After Shikha and I got married, she finally asked one day, straight-up: ‘How will you live a life without a baby?’ She wasn’t judging. She was scared. She assumed both of us only liked women, and she couldn’t imagine how that would work with motherhood.”
 
Shikha nodded quietly, fingers tracing the rim of her glass.
 
“I told her not to worry, we will have a baby. Shikha and I decided to actually be a mother to our baby. We don’t intend to adopt.” Preeti continued. “I’m a gynaecologist—I know the science inside out.”
 
But my mother wasn’t convinced. She kept saying, ‘I sometimes feel… if you or Shikha have to go through all those procedures, injections, clinics… it’s too much.’ When I told Shikha about the conversation, she started thinking the same thing. We both did.”
 
Preeti paused as the waiter returned, setting down fresh drinks and a steaming plate of chilli chicken. The spicy aroma filled the air. She waited until he left again before continuing.
 
“Then, by sheer luck, my mother went to her ancestral village. She spoke to her Baba—the old sage everyone in the family still consults. She told him everything: about me, about Shikha, about wanting a child. Surprisingly… he didn’t say a single bad thing about me being a lesbian. Not one word of judgment. Instead, he consoled her. He told her not to worry, that love is love, and children come through many paths.”
 
Preeti reached for her fresh drink, taking a slow sip before going on.
 
“He gave her a scripture from the Mahabharata—just an extract. He said, ‘Read this. Understand this. And if it’s possible for them, try to follow it.’ My mother came back… different. Calmer. She didn’t push anymore. She just hugged me and said, ‘Do what feels right. The gods will guide you.’”
 
The table fell quiet for a moment, the thumping music a distant heartbeat.
 
Ravi looked at Preeti, then at Shikha, then back again. 
“So… what was the extract? What did it say?”