Adultery “Meri Sanskari Biwi: Beta Ka Master Plan”

[Emperor]

**Rajesh’s Internal Monologue – The Storm Inside My Head After the Discovery**


I can’t breathe.  
I can’t think.  
My own house feels like a graveyard.

I lay on the bed in total darkness, but my eyes were wide open, burning. My mind was a storm that refused to stop.

My heart was hammering so hard against my ribs that I could feel every single beat like a hammer striking my chest. Cold sweat was pouring down my back, soaking the bedsheet. My mouth tasted bitter, like bile and metal. Every time I closed my eyes, the same horrifying image flashed in front of me like a nightmare I couldn’t escape.

*How the fuck is this happening in MY house?*  

My family has always been conservative, orthodox, pure with all cultural values. We pray together every morning, follow every ritual, respect traditions, the one where Vijitha always kept her pallu on her head in front of guests, the one where we never even spoke about anything vulgar, ideal pativrata wife — modest, sanskari, never even looked at another man. I built this family with blood and sweat. In the same house where we raised our children. 
And now… I can still hear those wet, filthy licking sounds echoing in my ears. I can still see my own son’s face buried between my wife’s spread legs, his tongue moving hungrily, sucking and lapping at her pussy while my own thin cum was dripping out of her. The smell of sex — that thick, musky, dirty smell of cum and her juices — is still stuck in my nose even though I’m lying here alone. How did my perfect, respectable family turn into this disgusting, incestuous hell?

*How can my pativrata, sanskari wife do something so vile and filthy?*  

Vijitha … my Vijitha … the woman whose fair skin I used to kiss so gently, the woman who used to blush and lower her eyes if I even touched her breasts, even if I looked at her cleavage , who scolds me for any dirty joke. The same woman who has been with me for twenty years, who cooked for me, prayed for me, raised my children. Now she was moaning like a whore while her own son licked her pussy , the same pussy I entered just minutes earlier. I can still hear her voice in my head — “Aahhh… beta… aur chat… tere papa ka maal nikaal ke taste kar…” — that soft, desperate moan mixed with shame and pleasure. My chest feels like it’s being crushed. My sanskari wife has become a randi in front of my own eyes.

*When did this poison start?*  

I keep replaying every single moment — Was it that day on the terrace?, the dinners, the way she started glowing, the way she walked differently some evenings , trying to find the exact day everything changed. When did my son start seeing his mother as a woman instead of his mummy. When did my wife start sneaking out of my bed and How many nights has she left my bed still leaking my cum and go straight to our son’s room? The wet sounds, the heavy breathing, the way she pressed his head harder into her pussy… I can feel my stomach twisting into knots. I want to scream. The taste of vomit is rising in my throat. 

*Who started this? Vijitha or Arun?   

Did my wife seduce her own son?  How did she allow it? Or did my blood, my own Arun, start lusting after his mother and drag her or force her into this hell or may be they are thinking they are in heaven?  Who crossed the line first? My wife, who should have known better? Or my son, who is young, may be he forced her? whom I raised with my own hands? My mind keeps swinging between the two. The questions are burning like acid in my brain. I can feel my hands shaking, my nails digging into my palms until they hurt. I don’t know whom to blame more.

*Who seduced whom?*

Did Vijitha teach her son to lick her? Did my wife open her legs and invite her own son? Or did Arun beg her? Did they start with just touching and kissing? Or did they jump straight to this him licking her chut? My brain is torturing me with every possible image. I keep imagining them in different stages — first shy, then bold, then shameless. How long has my son been tasting my wife? I can’t stop seeing it in my mind.

*Is it only licking… or has it gone further?*  

Are they just licking? Has my son already fucked his own mother? Has he pushed his lund inside the same hole I entered just minutes before? Has he cum inside her? Has Vijitha moaned for her son the way she once moaned for me years ago? The images are so vivid — his hips thrusting, her legs wrapped around him, her voice screaming his name. I feel like I’m going to throw up from top of a building. My head is spinning. The thought makes me want to vomit. The thought is killing me. If they have crossed that line… then my entire life is finished.

*How do I find out the truth?*  

Should I hide and spy tomorrow? Should I check her phone when she’s sleeping? Should I wait and catch them red-handed again next time when thy are doing it? Or should I just burst in and ask? But asking means I have to say the words out loud… “I saw our son licking your pussy.” My throat closes just thinking about it. I don’t know if I can even speak those words without breaking into tears.

*Should I ask Vijitha ? Will she tell the truth or deny everything?*  

If I confront her, will she break down and confess ? What should i do if she breaks down and tells me everything? Or will she look me in the eye and lie like a stranger? My own sanskari wife… the woman I trusted more than any one, can she lie so easily now?. What if she tells me she enjoys our son more than with me? The thought makes my chest tighten so hard I can barely breathe.

*What will Arun say if I confront him?*  

Will my own son look ashamed and beg for forgiveness? Or will he become arrogant and tell me the truth without any guilt? Or will he stare at me without any shame and say “Papa, you can’t satisfy Mummy, so I do”? Will he say “Papa, Mummy needs real pleasure and you can’t give it”? The idea of my son speaking to me like that makes my blood boil and my eyes burn with tears and want to slap him and cry at the same time.

*Or will they both blame me?*  

Will they say it’s my fault? Will they throw my inability in my face? “You finish in three minutes. Your lund is small and weak. You could never satisfy her.” Will they say I am the reason for my wife to cross the line and turned to our son? Will they make me the villain of my own house? What should i do if they say the hard truth?

*What if they get so ashamed they do something terrible?*  

If I ask them directly, they might get so panicked and ashamed . What if Vijitha tries to kill herself? What if Arun does something stupid? The whole world will say “Rajesh had such a happy, sanskari family… how did it come to this?”  The whole mohalla will talk. The shame will be on me. My respect, my business, my izzat — everything will be destroyed. People will laugh behind my back forever. I can already hear the whispers.

*Should I ask one of my close friend about my wife and my son, who comes to house regularly?*  

He is the only one I still trust. Maybe he can guide me. He is wise, religious, successful. Maybe he can give me some solution. But how do I tell him that my wife and son are doing this? What if he already knows? What if he is part of it? The thought makes me feel sick to my stomach.



I don't know when i fall asleep. The next morning,

I spent the entire day like a dead man walking.  
At the shop my hands were shaking so badly I couldn’t focus, I couldn’t hold the phone.  
At home I couldn’t look at Vijitha’s face without seeing her moaning while our son licked her.    
Every time I saw my son, I remembered his face buried between her legs and his tongue inside her chut.  
Every time I smelled the food Vijitha cooked, I remembered the smell of sex from last night.

My brain is on fire.  
No answers.  
Only pain.  
Only questions.  
Only a storm in my brain that keeps getting worse and worse.

I still don’t know what to do.