Adultery A Gift or a Curse?

[Hornytamilan23]

Chapter 3 : part 3

In Tiruppur Engineering College, Aravind Kumar was not just another student.
He was a final-year Mechanical Engineering senior.
The kind everyone knew without needing introduction.
Not because he was loud.
But because he never needed to try hard.
A Royal Enfield parked near the canteen gate.
A Rolex watch always visible.
Expensive sneakers in a sea of ordinary shoes.
A confident walk that said he had already decided where life was taking him.
And girls noticed him.
Most of them.
Aravind never chased attention.
He received it.
Or ignored it.
Depending on his mood.
But Haseena was different.
That was the problem.
She didn’t look impressed by him.
Not even slightly.
When he entered a room, most girls adjusted themselves — hair, posture, voice.
Haseena didn’t.
She argued with him instead.
She challenged him.
She looked at him like he was just another senior, not a campus “figure.”
And for Aravind…
That became interesting.
Then irritating.
Then personal.
It started small.
A glance in the corridor.
A sarcastic reply during a college function.
A moment where she didn’t laugh at something he said.
Aravind wasn’t used to that.
People either liked him…
Or tried to impress him.
Haseena did neither.
She simply didn’t care enough.
And that bothered him more than he admitted.
Then he saw Salman.
Again.
Too often.
Too close.
Canteen.
Library steps.
Corridor near ECE block.
Always the same pattern.
Salman beside her.
Salman listening.
Salman existing quietly in her space like he belonged there.
And Haseena… comfortable with it.
That was the part that shifted something inside Aravind.
Not jealousy in a soft sense.
Something sharper.
Possessive irritation without permission.
One afternoon, Aravind leaned casually against his bike near the canteen gate, sunglasses on, talking to a group of friends who were laughing at something he said.
From a distance, he saw her.
Haseena walking with Salman.
Talking.
Smiling.
Nothing dramatic.
Just normal.
And that normalcy hit him harder than anything else.
Because with him, she was sharp.
With Salman, she was… relaxed.
Aravind removed his sunglasses slowly.
His smile faded without effort.
One of his friends noticed.
“What happened da?”
“Nothing,” Aravind said.
But his eyes stayed fixed.
On Salman.
Later, he walked straight into their path.
No announcement.
No hesitation.
He stopped just in front of Salman.
Not looking at Haseena first.
Only Salman.
Then he smiled.
The kind of smile that didn’t reach his eyes.
“So you’re becoming regular here now?” Aravind asked.
Salman stiffened slightly.
Haseena immediately stepped in. “Aravind, don’t start.”
He finally looked at her.
And for a brief second, his expression changed — softened just slightly.
Not respect.
Attraction.
Interest.
Something personal.
“You get irritated very easily,” he said to her.
Then his gaze shifted back to Salman.
“But some things are… predictable.”
Salman didn’t respond.
He already understood the tone.
Aravind took one step closer.
Not aggressive.
But enough to make space feel smaller.
“You should focus on your own circle,” he told Salman casually. “Engineering life is short. Don’t waste it in places you don’t understand.”
Haseena crossed her arms.
“What is your problem with him?”
Aravind paused.
Then answered honestly.
“I don’t have a problem with him.”
A beat.
“I just don’t like him around you.”
Silence dropped immediately.
Even Salman looked up at that.
Haseena stared at Aravind.
“You don’t get to say that.”
Aravind didn’t deny it.
Didn’t back off.
Instead, he smiled slightly — calm, almost amused.
“I usually don’t say things like this,” he said.
Then he looked at Salman again.
“But I also don’t compete for attention.”
A pause.
“I remove distractions.”
For the first time, Salman spoke quietly.
“I’m not a distraction.”
Aravind finally looked directly at him.
A longer stare this time.
Measured.
Cold.
Then he nodded slowly.
“Good.”
A faint smile.
“That’s what everyone thinks at first.”
He turned to leave.
But before walking away, he looked at Haseena one last time.
Not soft.
Not friendly.
Just certain.
“You’ll get bored of people who don’t understand your world,” he said.
Then he added, almost like an afterthought:
“But I don’t think I fall into that category.”
And walked away.
Haseena didn’t speak immediately.
Salman stood silent beside her.
And for the first time, the space between all three of them didn’t feel casual anymore.
It felt like the beginning of something being claimed… even before anyone agreed it was theirs.