Adultery Who Watches The Watchmen (continued)

[samgreenvalley]

Outside, the night was still deep. The sky was black, punctuated only by the faintest hint of grey on the horizon. It was barely 5:30 in the morning. The colony was still silent—no sounds of Holi celebrations, no children laughing, no music playing. Just the quiet hum of the generator and the distant bark of a dog.
 
Dara walked a few paces away from the shed, his mind churning.
 
What the hell am I doing?
 
He should be furious. He should be disgusted. He should be dragging her back to their quarter and locking her up until she learned to behave. He should be making her pay for what she had done.
 
Instead, he was hard. And all he could think about was what he had seen. The image of her, naked and covered in cum, surrounded by other men. The way she had looked at him, defiant and proud. The way she had challenged him to react.
 
She's testing me, he realized. She's pushing me to see how far she can go.
 
And the worst part was, he didn't want to stop her. He wanted to see how far she could go. He wanted to see what other men would do to her. He wanted to watch.
 
I'm a cuckold.
 
He had been running from the word for months. Hiding from it. Pretending it didn't apply to him. But it did. It always had. From the moment he had first seen her with Banke, he had felt something stir inside him. Something he had never felt before. Something he had been too afraid to name.
 
But now he was ready to name it. Now he was ready to accept it.
 
He pulled out his phone and scrolled through his contacts until he found the one he was looking for. Bikram—the new watchman, the one who had followed him to the shed. The one who had seen everything.
 
He pressed dial and waited.
 
"Bikram." Dara's voice was low, urgent. "I need you to do something for me."
 
A pause on the other end. "Yes, Dara ji?"
 
"I need you to gather the other watchmen who’s shift ends now. All of them. As many as you can find. As quickly as you can."
 
"All of them?"
 
"Yes." Dara paused, his mind racing. "All of them. And I need you to bring them to the generator shed. As soon as possible."
 
"But Dara ji—"
 
"Do it." Dara's voice was sharp. "Don't ask questions. Just do it."
 
The line went quiet for a moment, and then Bikram's voice came through, hesitant but obedient. "Yes, Dara ji. I'll take care of it."
 
Dara hung up and stared at the screen.
 
What am I doing?
 
The question echoed, louder this time. But he didn't have an answer. He only knew that the hunger was still there. The hunger to see her again—to see her with them. The hunger to claim her after. The hunger to prove to himself that she was his, no matter what.
 
He walked back to the shed and pushed open the door.