Adultery My Fiancee's Happiness

[sakurasan]

Chapter 13 Tickets

Late afternoon Kunal’s phone lit on the desk.

Rohan: Started from Mumbai.

He went to Rohan’s room.

Earlier at lunch he had stood in that doorway. She was still out. The shirt was still on her. Her mouth was open. She was dead asleep. He had shut the door and eaten alone. Now Rohan was on the road. He could not leave her in that bed.

He went to the studio, took the saree she had worn yesterday, and came back up. From the pile he kept for shoots he pulled a T-shirt and jeans. He set both on the bed beside her and touched her shoulder.

“Sleepy head. Want to head home.”

She came up slow, eyes still thick. He stepped out and shut the door so she could change.

She sat up. Yesterday’s saree was on the bed, and a T-shirt and jeans beside it. She took the saree first. An auto would take her in this. On his bike the cloth would slip.

She had the pallu in her hands when she thought of walking out like that and asking him for an auto. He would think she was avoiding him. She could not do that.

She set the saree down and put on the T-shirt and jeans.

He was in the hall. When she came out in the T-shirt and jeans, he smiled.

He sat on the bike by the steel gates, both feet on the ground, and reached back for her. She took his hand, set her left foot on the rear peg, and the peg was high enough that she had to hop. He leaned the bike toward her so she could swing the other leg over, and he held her weight until she landed.

She was scared of how high she sat, so she put her arms around him before he moved. He kicked the stand up and took off. Her breasts crushed on his back and she loosened as last night came back. She shut it out and held him. He opened the throttle.




Near her building the main gate came up, uncles on the benches. She felt shy in the T-shirt and jeans.

“Keep driving to the back door.”

She pointed him into the narrow lane that ran past the empty plot, wide enough for two-wheelers only. He rolled to the back gate.

She got down, went through the turnstile, pushed the emergency door, and took the stairs. People in the block used the lift. These stairs stayed empty behind the doors. She climbed fast, head down, pushed the door on her floor, and went to her flat, happy the sneak had worked.

He sat on the bike until the building took her. Then he turned in the lane and rode.

The flat was empty. She went straight to the shower.

In the shower her pussy was sore and swollen. The hair was gone, and the water ran on bare lips that had always been under hair. Being naked had never felt like this.

She put on a saree, heated something in the kitchen, and ate quickly. She went to her room and lay down before Riya and Sneha came in.

That was when it hit her again, what she had done. Tears ran from both eyes as if a dam had opened.

She turned her face into the pillow. She was a girl with no morals. Rohan had told her to finish everything Kunal asked. Last night Kunal had not asked. She had untied the knot. Take me then.

Rohan had seen Kunal kiss her. He still left her at that door every evening, and he trusted her beyond anything. How could she question a man who trusted her like that.

Then the pill. How careless, to run into a pregnancy like that. For a moment she wondered if she was even awake, if she was still on Thursday night, dreaming all this. Then she felt her pussy. It was different. Her body was different. It had happened.

Were you in heaven. She had nodded. The tears were also because it was good.

She had no answer to any of it. She was still. The flat was empty.

That evening Rohan came into the hall. Dinner was already on the table. He looked into Kunal’s eyes.

Kunal took the folded kasavu and held it out. Rohan opened it. Blood was on the cream. He understood.

“Is she happy.”

“She is. The pictures are there. Even she liked them.”

Relief went through Rohan, and his chest stayed heavy. He had expected the night. He had not expected she would like the pictures.

“That good, ah.”

“Did you drop her back.”

“She slept the morning in your room. I dropped her two hours back.”

“Good.”

“See. My part is done. Now yours starts. I can see guilt starting in her. You need to take care of her.”

“I know. I am planning a big day tomorrow.”

They ate. Rohan went to his room.

Later, when Kunal had gone to bed, Rohan came back to the hall and sat at the computer. For the first time he opened the explicit folder. Two subfolders sat there, yesterday’s date and today’s. His hand went to the first one. He stopped. To look now, while she did not know, felt like a crime. He had to come clean first. If she was fine with him seeing them, then he could. He shut it and went back to his bed.

He lay there. He did not know when he would tell her, or if she would tell him first, or how he would stand it once it was in the open. He got afraid she would not want him anymore. His heart grew heavy. He could not see a life without her. The wedding was six weeks away. He wanted that day to come with her still his.

Sunday morning around ten he called her.

“Can you come down.”

“You said matinee show. Came so early.”

“I missed you a lot yesterday.”

“Wait ten minutes.”

She was already dressed. Her face was dull. Hearing his voice, she did not want him to see her like that. She washed her face, put on her usual small makeup, and tried fake smiles in the mirror.

He stood at the gate talking to the watchman. Then the lift opened in her block, and she walked toward him.

Seeing him, her chest warmed. The fake smile was not needed. A real one came.

As she came close he saw her skin glow, white and clean like marble. He was not sure if he was imagining it. His cock went hard at once. He walked to the car and opened the door for her.

Inside, he took her mouth. It was not a soft kiss. It was the hungry kind she used to give him, tongue and teeth and no patience. She was surprised he had started it, and the intimacy with him felt easy.




They broke.

“Hmm. So where to this early.”

“Our usual place only.”

They drove to their park and walked hand in hand. Their bench was under the big tree. Heart-shaped helium balloons were tied to it, floating as high as the branches.

“Looks like some romantic couple were here earlier.”

“Should be.”

They sat. This time he pulled her onto his lap.

“How was Mumbai.”

He started talking about the trip, the students, the campus. Whenever she got bored her face went quiet. He kept his eyes on hers. When she dulled he kissed her, or rubbed her belly, or traced a circle on her hip, and she came back.

Then he looked up at the balloons. She followed his eyes.

“Looks like there is something inside the balloons.”

He took one string and pulled it down.

“What are you doing.”

“Let’s take a look at what it is.”

She wondered. He never touched other people’s things. Why was he pulling this. Then he popped it. A teddy fell into his hands.

“You know this is my favourite. I will buy this in hundreds for our kids.”

“Oh. You like this that much.”

“When you don’t get one, you will know how much you miss it. By the way, I am keeping this one.”

“Someone may come looking for it.”

“Then pop more quick and we will escape.”

He laughed and popped the next two. Teddies again, one cream, one brown, different sizes. She held all of them.




He pulled the next balloon. The thing inside looked smaller. He held the string high and kept his other hand near his pocket. The balloon burst against his chest. When she looked back at his hands, a small box was already there. He opened it.

“Wow. So beautiful diamond studs. This we can’t take.”

He winked.
“Advance happy birthday.”

It landed on her then. All of this was him.

“Did you do all this.”

“Yes.”

“You know I don’t celebrate birthdays.”

“No. Your parents did not allow you. From now, we will.”

She looked at the studs again, took off the ones she was wearing, and turned her ear to him. He put the diamonds on her.



He spent the rest of the day taking her to the places they loved, the mall, the old café, the theatre for the matinee, and kept the day for her alone.