Adultery The Husband’s Doubt [Completed]

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Epilogue 1: Possible outcome of Open ending  No 1

6 hours after the door lock..

Berlin Brandenburg Airport – Early morning local time (4:03 a.m. IST)

Prem and Nitin stepped off the red-eye flight, shoulders slumped from the long haul but minds sharp with the weight of what lay ahead. The arrivals corridor was quiet — fluorescent lights humming overhead, the faint metallic tang of jet fuel lingering on their jackets. They pulled out their phones in near-unison, a quiet ritual before the day’s business began.

Prem dialed Nivi first.

The ring echoed in his ear — one… two… three… four… five…

Chennai villa – 4:03 a.m. IST – Master Bedroom

The master bedroom was dim — moonlight filtering through half-open curtains, casting silver stripes across the tangled white sheets.
Nivi’s phone buzzed on the nightstand — Prem’s name flashing.

The ring went long — insistent, piercing the hushed room.
She reached for it — hand trembling slightly — and answered on the sixth ring.

Her voice was low, husky, words slurring with what sounded like exhaustion — or something more.
“Hey… you’re there already?”

Prem — warm, oblivious — “Yeah, just landed. Long flight.” A soft chuckle. “You sound half-asleep. Everything okay?”
A soft, breathy mmm escaped her — drawn out, almost a hum.

She bit her lip — hard — eyes squeezing shut for a second.
“I miss you,” Prem said, voice tender.

“Mhmmm… haaammm…” she moaned — the sound low, throaty, like a sleepy murmur.
Prem — slight confusion — “What’s that?”

“I’m sleepy… and I said I missss you…” she managed, voice trembling, breath catching oddly.
“Umma,” she whispered — a soft, sleepy kiss sound into the phone.

Prem chuckled — relieved, loving — “Umma. Sleep well, love.”
He hung up.

Nivi let the phone fall from her hand — clattering softly onto the sheet.

The camera zoomed out slowly — cinematic, deliberate — revealing the full scene.

She was naked — body glistening with sweat, legs spread wide.

Aadhil was above her — missionary, his long cock buried deep inside her pussy, hips pressed flush against hers.
He had been still during the call — but now, he thrust once — slow, deep.

They lip-locked hungrily — tongues devouring, her hands tangling in his hair.
“Miss me, baby?” he asked, voice rough against her mouth.

She smiled — breathless — “I just said I miss you… inside me.”
He grinned — thrust again, harder.

She smirked between the Umma was for you.. dont mistake it for him
She moaned — loud now, unrestrained.

I know baby.. once im in there is no look back...

Cut to second bedroom downstairs. – Same Time

Nitin dialed Vani.
The ring echoed.
Vani’s phone buzzed on the nightstand — Nitin’s name flashing.

She answered — voice even softer, almost a murmur.
“Hey love…”
Nitin — warm, tired — “Hey. We’re on the ground. How’s everything back home?”

Vani — sleepy, slurred — “Sleepy… no, I miisse you…”
Nitin — chuckling — “You sound gone. What are you doing?”

“Baby is crying… so I’m feeding him. Hear his slurps.”

She brought the phone closer to her breast — letting Nitin hear the soft, wet slurping sounds.
Nitin — smiling — “Aw… get some rest after. Miss you both. We’ll be back soon.”

“Miss you too…” She trailed off — a soft gasp escaping.
Click.

The phones went dark.
The camera zoomed out — slow, revealing.

Vani was naked — lying on her back, one breast exposed.
Rohan was sucking hungrily — lips sealed around her nipple, tongue swirling, drawing those soft slurps.
They shared a smile — wicked, intimate.

Phone cut.
She recalled last night.

Terrace Reflection – Flashback to Last Night

Door Closed -- 
Vani whispered first — voice raw.
“What if they take the key?”

Nivi looked out at the Bay — a faint smile curving her lips.
“They will. And they’ll enter from the back. After all… sex doesn’t lie. They know exactly what we want.”

She glanced toward the front door — remembering the brass key still lying where it fell — or where Aadhil picked it up without a word.

“The key itself is the answer,” Nivi continued quietly. 

“It opens our world back to pleasure whenever we choose. No front-door forgiveness. Just the back way in.”

Vani nodded — small and certain.

They shared a look — knowing, unapologetic.


(End of Epilogue 1 – Keys Taken – The back door remains open forever)

Epilogue 2: Possible outcome of Open ending No 2

[b]6 hours after the door lock..

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Berlin Brandenburg Airport – Early morning local time (4:03 a.m. IST)

Prem and Nitin stepped off the red-eye flight, shoulders heavy from the long journey but minds already turning toward home. The arrivals corridor was quiet — fluorescent lights humming softly overhead, the faint smell of jet fuel lingering in the air. They pulled out their phones in near-unison, a familiar ritual before the drive back to Chennai.
Prem dialed Nivi first.

The ring went long — five… six… seven…

Chennai villa – 4:03 a.m. IST – Master Bedroom

Moonlight filtered through the half-open curtains, casting gentle silver stripes across the bed.

Nivi lay on her side — wearing her usual cotton nightdress, one arm curled under the pillow, breathing slow and deep.
The phone buzzed on the nightstand — Prem’s name glowing on the screen.

She stirred — eyes fluttering open, still heavy with sleep.

Answered on the eighth ring — voice thick, groggy, barely above a whisper.
“Hey… you landed?”

Prem — warm, tired — “Yeah, just now. Long flight. You sound completely knocked out. Everything okay?”
Nivi — sleepy mumble — “Mmm… yes… just sleeping.”

A soft, drowsy mmm escaped her — long and lazy, the sound of someone drifting between dreams.
Prem chuckled quietly — “You’re really gone, huh? I miss you.”

“Mhmmm… haaammm…” she murmured — a low, half-formed hum, like someone talking in their sleep.
Prem — smiling through the phone — “What’s that? Still dreaming?”

“I’m sleepy… and I said I missss you…” she managed, words slurring together, trailing into another soft sigh.
“Umma,” she whispered — a small, sleepy kiss sound into the phone.

Prem — voice full of affection — “Umma. Sleep well, love. I’ll be home soon.”
He hung up.

Nivi let the phone slip from her hand — clattering softly onto the sheet.
She rolled over — pulled the blanket higher — and drifted back to sleep instantly.

The camera lingered for a moment — just her peaceful face, breathing even, no shadows, no secrets.

Cut to Vani Room – Same Time

Nitin dialed Vani.
The ring echoed.

Vani lay in bed — nightdress slightly askew, one arm cradling Nivas against her chest.
The baby was nursing — soft, rhythmic slurping sounds filling the quiet room.
Her phone buzzed — Nitin’s name flashing.

She shifted carefully — answered on the third ring — voice soft, sleepy.

“Hey love…”
Nitin — warm, tired — “Hey. We’re on the ground. How’s everything back home?”
Vani — voice gentle — “Sleepy… no, I miisse you…”

Nitin — chuckling — “You sound gone. What are you doing?”
“Baby is crying… so I’m feeding him. Hear his slurps.”

She brought the phone closer to her breast — letting Nitin hear the quiet, wet sounds of Nivas nursing.
Nitin — smiling through the phone — “Aw… give him a kiss from me. Miss you both. We’ll be back soon.”

“Miss you too…” She trailed off — a soft, tired sigh.
Click.

Phone cut.

She recalled last night.


After the door had closed 
Vani whispered first — voice raw, tired from the day.
“What if they take the key?”

Nivi looked out at the Bay — a faint smile curving her lips.

“They will. And they’ll stare at it all they want — key is damaged... it’s the final answer I gave them.”

Vani — confused — “Who damaged it?”

Nivi — calm, steady — “I did. Right after the door closed. I snapped it in half.  .”

They shared a meaningful smile — small, certain, unapologetic.
Nivi — quietly — “Broken. Useless. No way back in.”

Vani nodded — relief washing over her face.
They turned — walked back inside together.

The family stayed.
The secret ended.

(End of Epilogue 2 – Keys destroyed, family stayed)