Lusty Feminist Wife: Mishti ki masti (Scene 6)

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Scene 4: The Ultimatum and The Glimpse


We sat there in a deadly silence for ten minutes until the doorbell rang. Shweta Bhabhi got up to open it. I stayed glued to the sofa, my hands clenched into tight fists, staring at the floor.

Mishti walked in.

My heart stopped for a second, then started beating with pure rage. She was wearing the same blue silk saree. The same saree I saw lying on the floor just an hour ago. She hadn't even changed. And the way she dbangd it... the pallu was pinned low, showing ample cleavage. It was like she wanted to remind me of what I saw, or maybe she was just in too much of a hurry. But looking at her deep neckline, I felt sick.
She walked in with her head down. She sat on the single sofa chair, pulling the saree a little bit, trying to hide her shamelessness. But I could see it in her eyes. She was trying to be a good girl, but her body language was loose. She was still high on the adrenaline of getting fucked by that stranger.

"Start speaking," Amit said, his voice heavy. "And don't lie. Shubhankar saw everything."
Mishti looked at her hands, twisting her rings. "I am not lying, Bhaiya. It just... happened."
"Why, Mishti?" I asked, my voice cracking. "Was I not enough?"
She looked up at me. Her eyes were wet, but then, for a second, that softness vanished. She straightened her back.
"Shubhankar, you are a simple, straightforward man," she said softly. "You are too good and you are gentle." She paused, licking her lips nervously. "I find such men boring."

The room went silent.
"What are you saying?" I whispered, shocked.

"I am saying I have needs!" she said, her voice getting a little louder, a little sharper. "I tried to control it, but today... with him... I felt something different. And Shubhankar, you have to adjust to this. You have to understand me."

"Adjust?" I stood up, shouting. "You cheat on me and tell me to adjust?"
She looked me dead in the eye, her face turning cold. "Yes. Because if you don't adjust, and if you try to do something stupid like hitting me or throwing me out... I will take the legal way. You know the laws in this country, Shubhankar. One complaint of domestic violence, one complaint that you are torturing me for dowry, and you and your parents will be in jail. So, don't scream at me."

I froze. She was threatening me. My wife, who I treated like a flower, was holding the law like a gun to my head.
"Shubhankar, sit down," Shweta Bhabhi said quickly, standing up and blocking me. "Listen to her. If you don't talk and resolve these issues, you are looking at a messy divorce. Do you want security officer at your door? Do you want your parents to suffer?"

I looked at Shweta Bhabhi. She was defending her? She was telling me to calm down when my wife was blackmailing me?
I sat down, feeling defeated. I looked at Mishti again.
"Okay," I said, my voice shaking with sarcasm. "Tell me then. Since I am so boring. What did you like in that man? What does he have that I don't?"

Mishti didn't look down this time. A little naughtiness came onto her face. That shameless smile appeared again, the one she had when she was on the bed.
"He was wild," she whispered, her eyes shining with the memory. "He made me feel... aroused. And I loved it."

I felt like someone slapped me.

"See Bhabhi!" I pointed a trembling finger at Mishti. "See this smile! This was the smile I was talking about. I had never seen her smile like this before. Bhabhi, she has changed. Something has happened. She is enjoying this!"

Shweta Bhabhi sighed, looking at me with a strange calmness. "Shubhankar, accept it now. She has desires. Try to resolve it otherwise We will be sitting here talking for next 2 days and there will be no solution if you just keep judging her kink."
I looked at Shweta Bhabhi with suspicion. Her reaction was too calm. Too understanding.

Wait a minute, I thought. Did Bhabhi know about Mishti's affair? Why is she not shocked? What is going on between these two?
I felt like I was the only outsider in this room. Something was way off.
I stopped the discussion. I couldn't take it anymore. I stood up.

"Fine," I said. "I am going back home. And Mishti is coming with me." I stepped closer to her. "But listen to me. If you ever dare to do this kind of thing again, I will..." I stopped. I looked at her neck, at the saree revealing her skin. "I will not say it. But you know what I will do."
Mishti didn't look scared. She looked up at Shweta Bhabhi. And Bhabhi looked back at Mishti.
It was a split-second look. A look of shared secrets. A look that said, 'He doesn't know anything yet.'

Amit saw it too.

Amit was standing in the corner, and I saw his face change. He started sensing something is off. His wife was taking sides of Mishti way too much.
"Mishti," Amit said suddenly, his voice sharp. "You go back to the house now. Go. Shubhankar will follow you."
"Okay Bhaiya," Mishti got up, adjusted her saree pallu over her shoulder, and walked out of the door without looking at me again.
The door clicked shut.

Amit turned to his wife. "Shweta, go inside. Check what Munna is doing. He has been quiet for a long time."
"He is sleeping, Amit," Shweta said.
"I said go and check on him," Amit said, his voice firm.

Shweta hesitated, looked at me nervously, and then left the living room and went inside the bedroom.
Now it was just me and Amit.

Amit walked up to me. He looked worried. "Shubhankar, I think we should talk later. In private. Not here."

I understood what Amit meant. He didn't trust his own house right now.
"I understand," I said.
I turned to leave. I walked towards the main door, which was next to the passage leading to the bedrooms. The bedroom door was slightly ajar.
As I passed by, I looked inside.

Shweta Bhabhi was sitting on the bed with the baby. She was breastfeeding. Her blouse was completely unhooked and opened wide. I froze.
She wasn't covering herself with a dupatta. She had her full, heavy breast out. I could see the blue veins popping out on her milky white skin. One nipple was in Munna's mouth, he was sucking hungrily. But the other breast... it was hanging loose, fully exposed.
And the nipple was hard. It was erect and aroused, dark brown and pointed, standing stiff in the air.

Shweta Bhabhi looked up and saw me standing at the door.
She didn't scream. She didn't pull her saree to cover her chest.

Instead, she smiled.

She shifted her body on the bed, turning towards me, making sure I saw her whole upper body clearly. She arched her back slightly, presenting her open blouse and her wet, nursing breasts to me. It was an invitation. It was a taunt. It was the same look Mishti had.
I stared for a second too long, my breath getting stuck in my throat, seeing the wife of my best friend exposing herself to me with that dirty smile.
I turned my face away, feeling a mix of heat and disgust, and walked out of the house, slamming the front door behind me.