17-11-2018, 08:59 AM
Chapter 5
I asked Ananya more about the new flat. She confirmed the number. She had seen it and said it's ready for possession.
However, exactly after two weeks, everything went south.
A cost-cutting scuffle in her firm cost Meera her job. Perhaps she had been paying less attention, and she never saw it coming.
And all the hell broke loose.
Even though a part of the blame fell upon me, I felt actually better than worse as I still had a job and herself becoming jobless might turn the whole thing around, I hoped.
But it soon proved otherwise. Meera decided that she would give up the flat and to stay back at Ananya and Sam. Actually, the flat dealer had a better deal on his hand so he immediately agreed to refund the advance paid, provided that she exits the deal ASAP.
She was going back to Sam again.
When did this fucking Sam become such a threat? I thought.
Next time when I was sitting in the bar with Mr Das, he brought up this news.
"I wonder if her in-charge was a gay. That's only when beautiful women lose their table."
He commented.
Suddenly an idea stuck in my mind.
"Can't you help her to get her old job in your firm?"
"I'd like to, that's what I thought when this news first ran into me. But I don't think she would agree. She won't come."
"Come on it's your best chance dude. You help her when she needs it the most. This way you can get back into her good book."
"I don't want to befriend her, Menon. I want to fuck her."
I wanted to thrash him black and blue right there.
This man is never gonna get my wife. I thought.
She'll never fall into his hands. He's such a dick.
And my optimism relieved my anger and I pressed him further.
"You never know man. You stand a chance at least this way. Otherwise, you don't. It's your call."
I advised him as we left the bar.
Next day I got the message from him.
"She agreed, man; she's joining back."
I demanded party from him and he quickly said yes. He said he'll throw the big one when he makes the biggest move.
"You know what is my biggest move?"
"Tell me?"
"That's when I show my thick meat into her tight hole!"
That night I slept puzzled.
Would Das be able to fulfil his dream? Wasn't I playing with fire again?
To protect Meera from Sam, I had risked her with Das.
At heart, I was tensed whenever I thought of Meera and her vulnerabilities. But then I was me. I had my weakness. I love to hate those damn nights when my dick was damn hard without having a reason.
****
Ananya gave me the news of obvious repercussions.
Meera had the new job offer. She reverted the flat order cancellation and soon moved into it.
What went wrong with my calculation was that when Das attempted to reconcile with her, he apologised unconditionally to her. She sat through his justification on his old prank and she believed it. Both me and Meera had no chance to validate the volume of his rivalry with Mr Shekhar because the latter was no more.
Within a few weeks, Mr Das rang up me to inform me that she had just agreed to go for a coffee with him. I felt a sick to my stomach. I asked myself if I were seeing the writing on the wall that it was again going wrong.
I asked Ananya more about the new flat. She confirmed the number. She had seen it and said it's ready for possession.
However, exactly after two weeks, everything went south.
A cost-cutting scuffle in her firm cost Meera her job. Perhaps she had been paying less attention, and she never saw it coming.
And all the hell broke loose.
Even though a part of the blame fell upon me, I felt actually better than worse as I still had a job and herself becoming jobless might turn the whole thing around, I hoped.
But it soon proved otherwise. Meera decided that she would give up the flat and to stay back at Ananya and Sam. Actually, the flat dealer had a better deal on his hand so he immediately agreed to refund the advance paid, provided that she exits the deal ASAP.
She was going back to Sam again.
When did this fucking Sam become such a threat? I thought.
Next time when I was sitting in the bar with Mr Das, he brought up this news.
"I wonder if her in-charge was a gay. That's only when beautiful women lose their table."
He commented.
Suddenly an idea stuck in my mind.
"Can't you help her to get her old job in your firm?"
"I'd like to, that's what I thought when this news first ran into me. But I don't think she would agree. She won't come."
"Come on it's your best chance dude. You help her when she needs it the most. This way you can get back into her good book."
"I don't want to befriend her, Menon. I want to fuck her."
I wanted to thrash him black and blue right there.
This man is never gonna get my wife. I thought.
She'll never fall into his hands. He's such a dick.
And my optimism relieved my anger and I pressed him further.
"You never know man. You stand a chance at least this way. Otherwise, you don't. It's your call."
I advised him as we left the bar.
Next day I got the message from him.
"She agreed, man; she's joining back."
I demanded party from him and he quickly said yes. He said he'll throw the big one when he makes the biggest move.
"You know what is my biggest move?"
"Tell me?"
"That's when I show my thick meat into her tight hole!"
That night I slept puzzled.
Would Das be able to fulfil his dream? Wasn't I playing with fire again?
To protect Meera from Sam, I had risked her with Das.
At heart, I was tensed whenever I thought of Meera and her vulnerabilities. But then I was me. I had my weakness. I love to hate those damn nights when my dick was damn hard without having a reason.
****
Ananya gave me the news of obvious repercussions.
Meera had the new job offer. She reverted the flat order cancellation and soon moved into it.
What went wrong with my calculation was that when Das attempted to reconcile with her, he apologised unconditionally to her. She sat through his justification on his old prank and she believed it. Both me and Meera had no chance to validate the volume of his rivalry with Mr Shekhar because the latter was no more.
Within a few weeks, Mr Das rang up me to inform me that she had just agreed to go for a coffee with him. I felt a sick to my stomach. I asked myself if I were seeing the writing on the wall that it was again going wrong.