Adultery cuck husband and social media ruined wife

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Aniket stood outside the main gate of his apartment building. He was waiting because he forgot his keys at work. He had called Pooja three times but she did not pick up.

It was 7:15 in the evening. The street was busy with people coming home from work. Auto-rickshaws were dropping people. A few cars were waiting to enter the society.

Aniket leaned against the gate. He was checking his phone for any message from Pooja. There was none.

He heard a bike engine. It was loud. He looked up.

A black Royal Enfield bike came from inside the society. The rider was a man. He was wearing a black t-shirt and jeans. He had a helmet on. Behind him sat a woman. She was not wearing a helmet.

The bike slowed down at the gate because of the speed breaker. The woman had long hair tied in a bun. She wore a light blue salwar kameez. Her dupatta was pinned to her shoulder.

They passed by Aniket. He looked at the rider. The rider did not look at him.

Aniket felt something about the woman. Something familiar. But the bike went onto the main road and he could not see her face clearly.

 About ten minutes passed. Aniket was still standing outside the gate. He had given up calling Pooja. He decided he would just wait until she saw his missed calls.