08-02-2026, 08:01 PM
The drive home was silent again. Different silence this time—charged, electric.
The moment the apartment door closed, Adithi threw herself into Kamal’s arms. She buried her face in his chest and sobbed—great, wrenching sounds that shook her whole body.
“How dare that bitch talk like that?” she choked. “How dare she come to us and beg for you like you’re
some… some prize she can borrow?”
Kamal held her tightly, one hand stroking her hair, the other rubbing slow circles on her back.
“Adi,” he murmured after a long while, when her sobs had quieted to hiccups. “I know you like women too. I
saw it on the island. The way your eyes followed her. The way you watched us. Shailaja… she needs someone
gentle. Someone who’ll touch her with love, not just hunger. Why don’t you take her as your second partner?”
Adithi pulled back, eyes red, mascara smudged, staring at him like he’d grown a second head.
“What?”
“I promise,” he said quickly, raising both hands, “I will never touch her. Not a finger. We dragged her into this
mess too—knowingly or not. We owe her some kindness. Some gratitude. What do you think?”
Adithi blinked. Once. Twice.
Then, slowly, a wicked little smile curled the corner of her mouth.
“You cheat,” she whispered.
Kamal raised an eyebrow.
“Me?”
“You absolute bastard.” She poked his chest. “You just want to watch me with her, don’t you? You filthy,
scheming man.”
He grinned—sudden, boyish, guilty. “Maybe a little.”
Adithi laughed then—sharp, surprised, real. The sound burst out of her like sunlight after rain. She grabbed
his shirt collar, yanked him down, and kissed him hard—teeth and tongue and laughter all tangled together.
“Okay,” she said against his lips, breathless. “She’ll be my second partner. But first we have to convince her.
And one more thing.” She pulled back just enough to meet his eyes, mischief dancing there. “Are you sure—
absolutely sure—you can keep your hands off her? Not even a brush? Not even by accident?”
Kamal leaned in, nose brushing hers.
“If my wife accepts it,” he said solemnly, “I will touch.”
Adithi gasped theatrically, swatting his chest.
“You bastard! I’ll kill you!”
They dissolved—both of them—into helpless, shaking laughter. Foreheads pressed together, tears of mirth mixing with the earlier tears of rage. Kamal scooped her up, spun her once, set her on the kitchen counter. She wrapped her legs around his waist, still giggling.
“Call her,” Adithi said, reaching for his phone on the counter. “Right now. Before I change my mind and go hunt that saree-wearing angel down myself.”
Kamal took the phone. Dialed. Put it on speaker.
The line rang twice.
Then Shailaja’s voice—wary, small—“Hello?”
Adithi leaned close to the speaker, voice soft now, almost tender.
“Shailaja,” she said. “Come back. We need to talk. Properly this time.”
A long silence.
Then, quietly, hopefully: “Okay.”
Kamal ended the call.
Adithi looked at him, eyes shining.
“You’re still mine,” she whispered.
“Only yours,” he answered.
And when they kissed again—slow, deep, laughing into each other’s mouths—the apartment felt, for the first
time in weeks, like home.......
The moment the apartment door closed, Adithi threw herself into Kamal’s arms. She buried her face in his chest and sobbed—great, wrenching sounds that shook her whole body.
“How dare that bitch talk like that?” she choked. “How dare she come to us and beg for you like you’re
some… some prize she can borrow?”
Kamal held her tightly, one hand stroking her hair, the other rubbing slow circles on her back.
“Adi,” he murmured after a long while, when her sobs had quieted to hiccups. “I know you like women too. I
saw it on the island. The way your eyes followed her. The way you watched us. Shailaja… she needs someone
gentle. Someone who’ll touch her with love, not just hunger. Why don’t you take her as your second partner?”
Adithi pulled back, eyes red, mascara smudged, staring at him like he’d grown a second head.
“What?”
“I promise,” he said quickly, raising both hands, “I will never touch her. Not a finger. We dragged her into this
mess too—knowingly or not. We owe her some kindness. Some gratitude. What do you think?”
Adithi blinked. Once. Twice.
Then, slowly, a wicked little smile curled the corner of her mouth.
“You cheat,” she whispered.
Kamal raised an eyebrow.
“Me?”
“You absolute bastard.” She poked his chest. “You just want to watch me with her, don’t you? You filthy,
scheming man.”
He grinned—sudden, boyish, guilty. “Maybe a little.”
Adithi laughed then—sharp, surprised, real. The sound burst out of her like sunlight after rain. She grabbed
his shirt collar, yanked him down, and kissed him hard—teeth and tongue and laughter all tangled together.
“Okay,” she said against his lips, breathless. “She’ll be my second partner. But first we have to convince her.
And one more thing.” She pulled back just enough to meet his eyes, mischief dancing there. “Are you sure—
absolutely sure—you can keep your hands off her? Not even a brush? Not even by accident?”
Kamal leaned in, nose brushing hers.
“If my wife accepts it,” he said solemnly, “I will touch.”
Adithi gasped theatrically, swatting his chest.
“You bastard! I’ll kill you!”
They dissolved—both of them—into helpless, shaking laughter. Foreheads pressed together, tears of mirth mixing with the earlier tears of rage. Kamal scooped her up, spun her once, set her on the kitchen counter. She wrapped her legs around his waist, still giggling.
“Call her,” Adithi said, reaching for his phone on the counter. “Right now. Before I change my mind and go hunt that saree-wearing angel down myself.”
Kamal took the phone. Dialed. Put it on speaker.
The line rang twice.
Then Shailaja’s voice—wary, small—“Hello?”
Adithi leaned close to the speaker, voice soft now, almost tender.
“Shailaja,” she said. “Come back. We need to talk. Properly this time.”
A long silence.
Then, quietly, hopefully: “Okay.”
Kamal ended the call.
Adithi looked at him, eyes shining.
“You’re still mine,” she whispered.
“Only yours,” he answered.
And when they kissed again—slow, deep, laughing into each other’s mouths—the apartment felt, for the first
time in weeks, like home.......
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