divya

[కుమార్]

‎ Divya felt very shy the whole remaining day.

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‎She kept thinking about Hamee. His dirty beard. His rough hands. His thick penis inside her. How he fucked her so hard. How she shouted in joy and pain.
‎How she came twice. How he came inside her mouth.
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‎"Oh God… how he did sex with me? How I bear his penis? It was so big… so rough… I shouted many times."
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‎Shame burned in her chest like fire. She felt dirty. Guilty. She avoided mirror. Avoided Ranjith eyes when he came home.
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‎That night at dinner time.
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‎Ranjith, Divya and Monu sat at table. Simple roti, sabzi, dal. Monu ate happily. Talking about scho.ol.
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‎Ranjith finished eating. Looked at Divya .
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‎"I want to talk a matter."
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‎Divya nodded slowly. Monu went to room to play.
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‎Ranjith looked at her eyes.
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‎"Did you love anyone in college or in your street?"
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‎Divya smiled small.
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‎"No."
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‎Ranjith stayed quiet long time. Then spoke slow.
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‎"I know that you did sex with another man."
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‎Divya looked at him. Little tension in eyes. Face became pale. Heart stopped one second.
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‎She said nothing. Just stared.
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‎After long gap — silence heavy like stone — Ranjith spoke again.
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‎"If you love anyone… you go with him."
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‎Divya eyes filled with tears. Big tears. Rolled down cheeks.
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‎She said broken voice, "I only love you."
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‎Ranjith did not talk. Just looked down at plate.  No anger. No shout.
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‎That night Divya did not sleep in their bedroom.
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‎She went to Monu room. Lay beside him. Hugged her son tight. Monu sleeping sound.
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‎She thought: "Ranjith knows. He knows everything. But he is not shouting. Not beating. He is giving me freedom. But I don’t want freedom. I want only him."
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‎Shame bigger than ever. Love also bigger.
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