[Givemeextra]

“It’s done. Lie down properly. I’ll bring you fresh water in a minute. And don’t look so dramatic— someone had to help. You couldn’t even hold the glass.”

Rakesh’s throat worked. No coherent sentence came. The image of the red saree, the open blouse, Ranga’s hand on his wife’s bare arm, and the easy way she had drunk from the other man’s hand stayed fixed behind his eyes. A stunned, helpless heat mixed with the deeper humiliation of having watched the ritual performed toward someone else while he lay there unable to rise.

Monica walked out of the room first. The open back of the blouse and the smooth bare arms were the last things visible before she turned the corner into the living room. Ranga followed a moment later, his hand briefly resting at the small of her back as they passed through the doorway— an unthinking, proprietary touch that said everything the ritual had already made plain.

In the living room their voices resumed at a lower volume— ordinary words about the café file and whether Rakesh needed another tablet before sleep. The ordinary festival night continued, the red saree and the gifted blouse still carrying the quiet, irreversible shift that had just taken place in front of the husband who remained behind in the bedroom, staring at the empty doorway.

Wow, this is bad humiliation for Rakesh. 

Hope Rakesh does not get sleep due to his doubts and instead sits up to listen to what happens between Monica/Ranga.

Eagerly waiting for reading next update.

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