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Hi,
My name is Surbhi Tyagi and this is about one of my real life incidents where I unintentionally cheated my lovely husband. This fateful incident happened 4 years ago, when I was 23 years old and married for almost 1 year. My husband is a Lawyer by profession and those days he was working with a company as a legal advisor in a small town called Paradeep in Orissa. We were living there in a company provided house. My in-laws as well as my parents were living in ,.'abad, which was ours, both mine and my husband’s home town. My husband, Rakesh, is very jolly and soft in nature but contrary to that I am very illtempered. Those days were our early days of married life and we were settling and adjusting with each other with everyday love and fights. Our sexual relationship was also healthy and we had having sex at least twice or thrice a week. This incident also started from a small fight, when I found my husband, Rakesh, was doing some silly jokes with one of his female colleagues. Being ill-tempered, I objected to his limits and level of jokes he was making to a lady. But instead of making justification he made fun of me...and slowly our small fight converted into big action. I angrily made the decision to leave his house and returned to ,.'abad immediately.
Although, returning to his back-foot, Rakesh tried convincing me a lot....but my blood was boiling and within a couple of hours I was ready to leave with my packed luggage. I was not listening to even a single word of my Rakesh plea, just crying and yelling my ugly feelings. My husband even proposed to come together with me till Cuttack where I had to board the train, but I purposely rejected his offer just to show him that I do not need any of his favour. I took an Auto and came to the Bus stand and took the first bus to Cuttack. The bus was full, but somehow the conductor arranged a seat. It was 6.00 in the evening and my train to ,.'abad was at 11:00 at night in Cuttack. Normally, a bus takes 3 hours to reach Cuttack from Paradeep, therefore by 9:00 night I should have reached Cuttack, and would have enough time to reach Cuttack Railway Station from the Bus Stand. But, things didn't go as I thought. After half an hour of bus ride, heavy rains started outside, which continued for the whole night. Because of heavy rains, the road got flooded in most of the intermediate small towns, which made traffic slow and by the time I reached Cuttack it was 10:30 at night. I had around 30 minutes to reach the station, which was not enough and so to cut the route short, I got down from the bus at OMP Square, which was very near to the station (15-20 minutes from Auto). But to my bad luck, there was no Auto Rickshaw. Electric power was also off and the complete area was indulged in dark and deserted. Rain was at its peak with strong wind, and only a few trucks and buses could be seen on the road. I was hiding under a tree, which was least effective for that rain. I saw a small shelter outside a house at some distance. It was not so far from the road, so I ran and got myself under the shelter. I was eagerly praying for an Auto, but no luck. It was 11:30 at night and I was just waiting alone for an Auto under that shelter on such a deserted rainy night. Although I had already missed my train, I wanted to be at least in the city in a safe location. After a couple of minutes, I heard some sound and saw an old couple at the main door of that house. I just greeted them, saying ….just taking shelter because of the heavy rains. They asked about me and, understanding my situation they offered me to rest and wait inside as it's very dark and raining, standing outside alone is not safe. Though, I was convinced with them, but wanted to wait for some more time for an Auto and so I politely excused myself. Another half an hour passed and no luck. The house lady again appeared at the door and requested to come inside, which I unwillingly accepted, I had no alternatives. It was a small mud house having a common hall cum kitchen, a room and a common toilet. The couple were living with their only son, who was almost of my age. By their getups and house condition, I could guess that they were daily wagers and belonged to m*slim community. Rahmaan uncle, the old man was approaching his 50 while her wife was in mid 40’s. Uncle seems a bit religious with a long beard and no moustache. Rahmaan's uncle convinced me to take rest till morning as it is not safe for a lady to travel alone by midnight and he also assured me that he himself will drop me to the station by early morning.
My name is Surbhi Tyagi and this is about one of my real life incidents where I unintentionally cheated my lovely husband. This fateful incident happened 4 years ago, when I was 23 years old and married for almost 1 year. My husband is a Lawyer by profession and those days he was working with a company as a legal advisor in a small town called Paradeep in Orissa. We were living there in a company provided house. My in-laws as well as my parents were living in ,.'abad, which was ours, both mine and my husband’s home town. My husband, Rakesh, is very jolly and soft in nature but contrary to that I am very illtempered. Those days were our early days of married life and we were settling and adjusting with each other with everyday love and fights. Our sexual relationship was also healthy and we had having sex at least twice or thrice a week. This incident also started from a small fight, when I found my husband, Rakesh, was doing some silly jokes with one of his female colleagues. Being ill-tempered, I objected to his limits and level of jokes he was making to a lady. But instead of making justification he made fun of me...and slowly our small fight converted into big action. I angrily made the decision to leave his house and returned to ,.'abad immediately.
Although, returning to his back-foot, Rakesh tried convincing me a lot....but my blood was boiling and within a couple of hours I was ready to leave with my packed luggage. I was not listening to even a single word of my Rakesh plea, just crying and yelling my ugly feelings. My husband even proposed to come together with me till Cuttack where I had to board the train, but I purposely rejected his offer just to show him that I do not need any of his favour. I took an Auto and came to the Bus stand and took the first bus to Cuttack. The bus was full, but somehow the conductor arranged a seat. It was 6.00 in the evening and my train to ,.'abad was at 11:00 at night in Cuttack. Normally, a bus takes 3 hours to reach Cuttack from Paradeep, therefore by 9:00 night I should have reached Cuttack, and would have enough time to reach Cuttack Railway Station from the Bus Stand. But, things didn't go as I thought. After half an hour of bus ride, heavy rains started outside, which continued for the whole night. Because of heavy rains, the road got flooded in most of the intermediate small towns, which made traffic slow and by the time I reached Cuttack it was 10:30 at night. I had around 30 minutes to reach the station, which was not enough and so to cut the route short, I got down from the bus at OMP Square, which was very near to the station (15-20 minutes from Auto). But to my bad luck, there was no Auto Rickshaw. Electric power was also off and the complete area was indulged in dark and deserted. Rain was at its peak with strong wind, and only a few trucks and buses could be seen on the road. I was hiding under a tree, which was least effective for that rain. I saw a small shelter outside a house at some distance. It was not so far from the road, so I ran and got myself under the shelter. I was eagerly praying for an Auto, but no luck. It was 11:30 at night and I was just waiting alone for an Auto under that shelter on such a deserted rainy night. Although I had already missed my train, I wanted to be at least in the city in a safe location. After a couple of minutes, I heard some sound and saw an old couple at the main door of that house. I just greeted them, saying ….just taking shelter because of the heavy rains. They asked about me and, understanding my situation they offered me to rest and wait inside as it's very dark and raining, standing outside alone is not safe. Though, I was convinced with them, but wanted to wait for some more time for an Auto and so I politely excused myself. Another half an hour passed and no luck. The house lady again appeared at the door and requested to come inside, which I unwillingly accepted, I had no alternatives. It was a small mud house having a common hall cum kitchen, a room and a common toilet. The couple were living with their only son, who was almost of my age. By their getups and house condition, I could guess that they were daily wagers and belonged to m*slim community. Rahmaan uncle, the old man was approaching his 50 while her wife was in mid 40’s. Uncle seems a bit religious with a long beard and no moustache. Rahmaan's uncle convinced me to take rest till morning as it is not safe for a lady to travel alone by midnight and he also assured me that he himself will drop me to the station by early morning.
Desilover2021
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