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Prologue
 
 
My name is Krish. I love my wife more than any person who’s alive in this world. Strangely, I am also a person who has willingly allowed my wife to sleep with other men. Since then, I have experienced miracles with which I managed to reclaim her love and return to normal life.
So you should be calling me an ex-cuckold.
But let me ask you a doubt.
Is there a thing called 'ex-cuckold'?
How can someone decide whether to be a cuckold or not? If someone has experienced the life of being a cuckold and has enjoyed it for a while, is it really possible for him to forget it?
I reckon it is like booze. We know it is injurious to health. We know that one day it is going to demand more from us by making us demand more of it. A few strong-willed men do quit the addictive stuff, of course.
But the question is – can we really quit?
 
The definition of adventurous, if you go by an English dictionary, is someone who is willing to take chances. For example, a person who will eat anything put on his plate is an adventurous eater. A river rafter is another example of an adventurous person.
Sounds good, isn’t it?
I disagree.
Because I am a person who took the so-called chance that was bold and risky. And I don’t consider myself adventurous anymore. I call me stupid.
 
This adventure shit has made me try out a lot of things, and now I have learnt that there is nothing called an 'ex cuckold.'
Being a cuckold is not a transformation. It is merely a trait that has been inside you, which you discovered at one particular moment in your life.
And it has to stay in there.

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Guys, the above post is like a promo of the work. It'll take a while before I'll be ready to follow up. I'm on it.

You can read  the previous parts here:

Knowing My Wife, Knowing Me as Well

Knowing My Wife, Knowing Me as Well - part II


Update: INDEX
Intro: - Page No:1
Chapter No:1 - Page No:3
Chapter No:2 - Page No:4
Chapter No:3 - Page No:5
Chapter No:4 - Page No:6
Chapter No:5 - Page No:7
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Chapter No 47 - Page No 198

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(19-07-2020, 11:44 AM)Straw hat luffy Wrote:  Hello Krish
Really a big fan of ur previous works, and I am very excited to hear about the new part. Can u plz tell us by when can we expect an update.
Hi bro.
I'm planning to start posting in a month. Let's see how it works.

Thank you all for commenting and showing your enthusiasm. I would like to know about your choice of style of this story. Would you like the story to come with long chapters or small chapters? The long chapters will come with the flirting/manipulating part with dialogues. Small chapters might skip them. I might not necessarily follow the majority's advice. I am rather asking it out of curiosity.

Thanks again for the comments and likes. Keep reading and keep posting.
Krish.

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(23-08-2020, 05:14 AM)Dhundari Wrote:  congrats banana for new story
Can you please Namaskartell the possible month or date when you gonna start giving updates?
Many have asked this question. Guys I would love to tell you that, but only if I knew. :P
I fear if I gave you one date it would put extra pressure on me.
I am not seeing it within a month. I can say that. But I can tell you the writing is going well, I am satisfied with the progress so far. 

If you want a tease, I can give you one from the draft.

"....Why I am telling you about how I met him and became his friend anyways has a crucial role in this story. Mr Ashish Sehgal was different from any boss I had ever seen. He was humble, intelligent and mature. But if there was one characteristic that stood out of him;  it was that he hated women. Mr Sehgal was a complete misogynist.

"Women don't shop for their needs. They shop because they need to scream to the world that 'this is my husband, I own his wallet'." He commented later.
I did not agree with any of his misogynistic statements, but I enjoyed his company while it lasted. Within a few minutes I spent with him, he proved that bosses can be different from your usual expectations.
I later wondered if Mr Sehgal would ever change the way he looked at women if he saw my wife.
I liked the possibility. Because I knew Meera was so beautiful."

I thank you all for the support.
Keep reading, keep posting.
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Guys, since I've been testing your patience for long, I want to ask you something. How about starting the story with weekly updates? I propose one update every Saturday. Please share your thoughts.

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Chapter – One

 
This story has no beginning. However, family stories often begin on a pleasant note. So I will also start like that. But it is certainly not the beginning.
My wife Meera had returned to me after a gap of more than a year. I had promised myself that I would not repeat my mistakes.
Mistakes, which had prompted Meera to walk away from my life… Mistakes which had prompted Meera to try out new things… My mistakes!
I had embraced my new life with Meera. Every day was a gift. Every moment I spent with her was special. In the weekend evenings, we used to sit in the balcony sipping hot coffee. She would be busy talking about something and in between she would stop. She would have noticed that I was watching her, seeing how she was talking rather than hearing what she was saying.
Her usual reaction would be a magical smile. A tiny dimple would flash for a tiny second.
“What?”
Her eyes would question me.
“Thank you.”
“For the coffee?”
“For coming back.”
Her coming back was an event that I wanted to celebrate every day. Normally Meera would smile again. One day she responded differently.
“You brought me back. Thank you for that.”
 
Those were lovely evenings. We were in love. I believed that nothing in this world can separate us again.
I loved those evenings so much that I stopped going out on weekends. I avoided most of the random parties on weekends. I only attended events that I was personally invited, or Meera was also invited.

One evening we were sitting on the balcony and she asked me about one such party. I told her it was not important.
“You can go. It is ok.” Meera said.
“I don’t want to leave you alone. Such a beautiful evening is happening here; nothing in that party can replace these moments.”
I said.
Meera smiled.
“Mmm… so romantic. Then I have an idea to make it more beautiful.” She descended from the chair to the floor. “Sit with me.”
I followed her and carefully kept the coffee cup aside.
“This is going to be my favourite routine.” I send my arms around her, pulling her closer. Next moment I was kissing her.
“I told you just to sit.” She said when the kiss was over.
“I would like to be generous.”
“Then be generous.” Meera smiled and kissed me. I kissed her back, and slowly laid her on the floor. Meera lay with a smile, eyes in mine.
“Your eyes are asking much more. Luckily, I can provide.” I said. My lips travelled down to her neck and then to her breasts. My hand soon followed its favourite route downward.
There was a flash of fear on her face. I knew she was pretending.
“Somebody will watch; we are visible from that balcony.”
She pointed with her eyes. I smiled.
“Nobody’s living in that flat.”
“So, you are going to make me lie nude in here.”
“Your eyes are making me do that,” I said. "I can't resist."
Meera laughed. “Oh yeah, you can blame my eyes for everything!”
Her little laugh was interrupted as I sealed her mouth with mine and sucked her lips. She readily let me part her lips and allowed my tongue to meet hers. I was welcome. I grabbed her top and slowly pulled it above her breasts.
“You pervert.”
Meera laughed silly when I put in my left palm under her bra cup and slowly bared it.
I went down and stopped my mouth an inch from her softness.
“May I?” I whispered.
She pinched my cheek.
“All yours.”
Her nipples were erect. And yummy too.
Meera had no complaints when I took off her clothes one by one to have her completely naked on the floor of our balcony. Our kisses turned aggressive and she was breathing heavily soon.  As I positioned between her legs, it hurt my knees. I folded her clothes and placed under my knees.
“Next time I'll arrange for a pillow.”
Meera quipped.
“I’ll keep one permanent here.”
I said while guiding my throbbing shaft into her and then pushed it inside.
“Aaah…”
Meera gasped.
“I love you, Meera, my baby…”
I breathed into her mouth. Her smile had vanished.
“Aaah...”
She was hot and lovely. I brought my arms under her head and then I began to move in a rhythm. She spread her legs further, and I loved the way her arms were making a circle around my back, holding me closer to her. As if she would never let me move off her.
I saw little drops of sweat gathering between her nose and upper lips. I pushed deeper into her and as I went down I sucked her lips together. I got the taste of her sweat in my mouth.
“I love the taste of your sweat. I want more of it, honey.” I panted.
“Crazy. Crazy.” Meera looked me in awe, and slowly raised her arms. I saw her armpit, and the slightly-shining wetness in there. I arched inward to keep my dick buried inside her and brought my thirsty mouth to her armpit.
“Mmm…my baby it tastes so good. Mmm…” I was pushing harder now. I was going to finish it.
“Krish…aaah…”
“Aaah…”
Our sounds merged and became one and soon I was filling her. A minute later, we were lying on the floor, drenched in sweat, facing the ceiling, yet our eyes on each other.
“That was awesome,” I panted.
“That was a million times better than you gone to some parties.”
Meera said.
I laughed. “I love you for saying that.”
 
We had moved on to the second chance with more love and affection than ever. We worked together to get rid of the memories of our separation and fill it with new ones of love. Meera put her new flat in Lavanya Apartments on sale with the hope of buying a piece land at our hometown with the money.
 
We were still living in the same universe. Our neighbours, colleagues, friends and foes – all were still there. The possibility of running into familiar yet unpleasant faces never quite vanished. However, living in the big city of ours helped us move on rather quickly.
 
My struggle with job and debts had ended already. But my old friend Sam was going through exactly the opposite. It had started a few months ago when Sam lost his job after he had a physical fight with his boss.
Sam was blacklisted by the company. Sam was not ready to talk about this to me. I later learnt that Sam and his boss had quarrelled during a party in which Sam landed a couple of straight punches on his face. There were reports of an on-going tussle between them which culminated in the brawl. In response, Sam did not only lose the job but also got blacklisted.
 
Nobody knew exactly why Sam punched his boss in the face. He did not want to speak about it to anyone.
I had to ask him many times.
“That bastard was asking me a favour.”
Sam revealed, eventually.
“What favour?”
“My wife. He wanted to sleep with Ananya.”
I hated Sam’s boss instantly. Why do all the fucking bosses in the world want to sleep with their employees’ wives?
 
I knew of a few like them. Susheel Desai was one of such men. He had seduced Meera one night when she was emotionally broken. He had taken her to his place kept her for the whole night. It wasn’t the first time my wife had slept with someone else. I have openly and secretly have encouraged Meera to live out those fantasies. But Desai had no space in my fantasies. I hated him. I hated to remember anything about him.
 
However, the man was not happy with the one nightstand. As he was one of the big clients of the firm Meera worked for, she could not cut the communication with him completely. And the wicked man kept looking for an opportunity to hit on her. Coffee, lunch, and dinner were on offer every time he met Meera. Even though Meera kept rejecting his offers, I had a bad feeling about him.
 
Meera was aware of my unease.
“Are you worried that he’s still there, asking me out?”
Meera asked. We were in bed, after dinner.
“I am still worried that he’s still dreaming of you.” I did not hide my mind. “You are mine; mine only. What can I do to make him move on?”
“You don’t have to.” Meera touched my face, caressing my cheek. “He was pathetic.”
“What?”
I looked into her eyes.
“He was pathetic, in bed; that night. You should be laughing at him when you see him next time.”
More than the words she spoke, her smile helped me feel better.
“Do you laugh at him when you meet him?”
I asked.
“I have a feeling that he’s trying to prove himself that he can do better.”
“With you?”
“I will never give him a chance.”
“I shall convey that to him myself.”
I grunted.
“You don’t have to do that. I know how to handle him, Krish.”
Meera assured. And I believed her, completely.
 
We were walking out of a shopping mall when the inevitable event of running into that man occurred.
“Hello, Meera!”
I heard the voice from behind and turned to see the grin I hated to see. Susheel Desai was wearing a white T-shirt that hid nothing of his fat-though-imposing body shape.
Desai walked over to us.
“What a pleasant surprise!” he smiled lavishly at Meera, parting his thick lips.
“Hello Mr Desai,” Meera began to turn to face him only to stop and turn to look at me. I did not know what to do other than to prepare to hate the man more with each passing second.
“You look so pretty, as ever, Meera. Shopping?”
The man was just going to eat Meera alive, I felt. Desai did not stop walking toward her until he was two feet away from her. Meera was wearing a body-hugging grey sweater and black pants that revealed her magnificent body shape in a very casual way. Within seconds I was convinced of how Susheel Desai would have memorized her curves despite my presence. I thought he was going to hug her. Seeing him standing close to Meera made me notice his imposing body frame with a height of close to six feet and appropriately well-built torso. He wasn’t muscular but I could say he could move a mountain when needed. His face, especially the cheeks, was filled with freckles and old acne marks; which - amplified by his thick lips - made me cringe.
If you take one more step closer to her, I am going to push you away. I said in my mind.
“Thank you,” Meera said calmly. “Shopping – yeah, something like that!”
She took a step back in the pretence of bringing me between them.
“This…umm…Mr Desai this is Krish, my husband.” She introduced. “And Krish, this is Susheel Desai.”
“Yeah, I know about Krish.” Desai threw a casual look at me before turning back at Meera but I had mouthed his reply. “Susheel Desai? Have you told me about him?”
Desai's looked turned to me. This time he gave me a thorough look.
I swiftly forwarded my right arm.
“Pleasure to meet you, Mr Desai...”
Meera grabbed my left arm as we shook hands. “I have told you about him. You must have forgotten that, honey. Mr Desai is one of the most important of our clients.”
“Thank you for saying that, Meera.” Desai grinned. “Now tell me something about him too, apart from that he’s your husband.”
“Well, he’s the most important person in my life.” Meera stole a look at me as she spoke. “There’s nothing more valuable in my life than him. He means everything to me."
I felt she was delivering a message and I beamed with pride. Desai shook his head. “I can see that. The way you hold your husband makes me envious. How about we sit around for a coffee over there?”
He gestured to the nearby coffee hut.
“Thank you for inviting, Mr Desai. But we are already running late to be home. Someone’s waiting for us.” Meera said.
“Oh, that’s sad. You know - your wife is not just beautiful she’s also very good at her job. Every time I make a good deal there I invite her for a cup of coffee. Unfortunately, I have never found success. She’s the goddess you can’t impress.”
I couldn’t help but enjoy his compliment to my wife.
“I can agree with that; she’s a goddess. I don’t know how hard it is to impress her. For me it was easy. Right, baby?”
“Stop flattering me, guys.” Meera blushed. “Let’s go, Krish. Bye, Desai.”
“See you.”
Desai waved his palm as Meera hurried me toward the exit. While walking away I had a feeling that Desai was staring at my wife's bum.
 
“He was eating you alive,” I told her when we reached the parking lot.
“Yeah? I didn’t notice.”
Meera flushed. I knew she meant the opposite.

That night Desai came back into our conversation.
“When you were talking to Desai,” Meera said, “I could see hatred on your face.”
“I have never come to peace with what he did to you,” I said. “He didn’t deserve to take you home. But I know he did it, let it be anyhow. That knowledge makes me hate him more and more.”
Meera arranged her pillow and lay on her back in the bed.
“I often rethink about my choice that day. Why did I agree to go with him? I never liked him. He was never a person I imagined myself to hang out with. But I was broken completely, and I perhaps wanted the worse to happen to me. I…”
“It’s okay. It’s purposeless to go back to those memories.” I said.
“Do you think I should resign and try for another job? He’s an important client for my firm, so I can’t avoid him completely.”
“Why we should adjust? And what is the guarantee he wouldn’t be a client of your future firm too?”
I asked.
“That’s true.”
“Don’t worry about him being there. I am happy with what he said today. You are the goddess no one can impress!”
Meera's face became gloomy.
“I am not that goddess. I have been seduced by many men in the past.”
I carefully put my arm over her and pulled her closer to me.
“Don’t be sorry about anything you’ve done in the past. We have talked about this. If you want to bring something from the past, do it for our pleasure.”
“Yeah, right. We shouldn’t be talking about Desai. Except that he was pathetic in bed. He was horrible.”
“Had he hurt you?”
“He…well…I’d like to say he disappointed me.”
I tried to laugh a little as if to make her comfortable. “Disappointed you?”
“He’s only what you see from outside. He didn’t know how to do it.”
“How did he do?”
Deep inside I wanted to know about it. It was as though I knew he was terrible, I still wanted the details. I wanted to hear what a loser Desai was. I thought it would make me feel better.
“Pathetic, like I told you. But…” Meera suddenly brought her hand to my crotch. “How do you explain this?” She laughed.
I then realised that I was hard, and I was embarrassed slightly. However, I played it down casually.
“This is what happens when you breathe into my face.”
Meera giggled.
“You sure of that? Not because of our discussion about Desai?”
“Common, I don’t need his help to have an erection, I can tell you that.”
“I don’t care even if you did,” her lips touched mine as she whispered. “I’m never gonna go back to that world.” She promised. Her hand had wormed inside my shorts and she slowly grabbed my shaft and pulled it out. She kissed me hard and then quietly moved downward. A moment later, I let out a gasp as the round head of my shaft was taken into confinement by the warmth of her mouth.
“Aaah…”
For a moment I thought of the thirsty look Desai had over her in the day. He would be dreaming of living this moment.
Meera's head had begun to move up and down and I felt more images of Desai flashing in the back of his memory. I felt content. I felt confident. “He was pathetic... Horrible... He disappointed me…” Meera's words had turned Desai a distant past that was not going to return.
I ran my fingers through her hair and held my breath, enjoying the warm sensation I was beginning to submit myself to. Meera's fingers were firmly wrapped around the base of my pole while she kept pushing the rest of it into her mouth. After a few minutes of ardent worship she climbed on top of me.
“Take me now…” she whispered as she guided my member between her legs. I felt the warmth of her hole as it dove deep into her, easily due to the slippery path, and Meera let out a small moan. I let her settle down for a moment and then lifted her top. She readily removed it over her head, along with the bra. My palms travelled upward through her smooth skin and caressed her breasts as she began to ride me slowly. It was great. I looked into her eyes and she smiled at me.
“Open your mouth…” she whispered. She could read my mind.
I nodded. “Come...”
She bent down and spat into my open mouth. I swallowed it like honey and held her close to keep kissing her long. She kept throwing her hip in the air and slamming down in a rhythm. We were perfectly in sync with our wants and skills. A few minutes later she moaned into my mouth and stopped, and I knew she was close to her orgasm. I held her waist with my both hands and moved my hip upward to fuck her faster, and she suppressed a cry into my mouth through heavy breathing.
“Oh…my Krish…oh my…”
Next moment I was off my peak and I was swimming through the sea of pleasure. I couldn’t think of anything as I filled her pussy with my sperm. When I was back into reality, I suddenly realised something.
“Are you safe, honey?”
I asked her as I lay next to her, panting.
“What, no.” Meera was still panting.
“I should have pulled out, shouldn’t I?”
“Krish…” Meera hugged me lovingly. “Don’t you think it’s time?”
“Not now, baby.” I kissed her on the forehead. “We need a little more time to settle down.”
I had a list to accomplish before we moved on to the parenthood. A piece of land at our hometown, a big house built on our land, a long vacation to the Kashmir.
“Just you and I in the heaven on earth,” I used to tell her. “There we will open a new chapter of our life.”
Meera smiled every time I said that.
 
***   ***   ***   ***   ***
 
I was surprised to see Susheel Desai at my workplace. It had been a few weeks since I met him at the shopping mall. He was standing in my manager’s cabin like a boss and when he saw me through the glass, he immediately walked over to me.
“Hello, Krish! How are you? What a pleasant surprise!”
The overenthusiasm in his voice did not go unnoticed by me. I shook hands with him and responded politely while wondering what the hell he was doing at my workplace. It turned out that Desai's partner in business was one of the owners of the firm, with the largest share.
“I’ve been here a couple of times before. But I never in my mind had that you would be here.” Desai remarked and turned to my manager, Lalit. “This guy is very special to me. Bear that in your mind, alright?”
Lalit was watching the big guy. I could say in one look that my manager didn’t like Desai.
“I will keep that in mind. Krish is one of the best among our staff.” Lalit said.
I smiled inside as I knew I wasn’t. For the first time, I had a positive vibe being around Desai.
 
Desai's partner was on a long foreign tour and he had asked Desai to take care of things in his absence. The firm was too small for his supervision and already running smoothly and hence Desai had to do nothing. However, he made it a habit to visit the firm twice a week. And every time he visited, he made sure he met me. I was wary that Desai was trying to befriend me but I was enjoying how my proximity to Desai was disturbing my otherwise rude manager.
My intuition was right. Two weeks later, Desai invited me for a drink. I was going to turn him down. Just a second before I began to apologise and refuse, I saw the cringing face of Lalit behind Desai.
“Okay, sure,” I said quickly.
 
An hour later I found me sitting in a rich and cosy place, willingly sipping a drink with a man I hated even to think about. At the back of my mind, I always had a feeling that Desai was making all possible efforts to reach out to Meera.
After boasting about his business and lifestyle for half an hour, Desai expectedly came to the subject.
“You know what I told you the other day? Your wife is a goddess one can’t impress. I’ve been asking her out for a coffee since – God only knows how long. I would have liked it if she learnt it from you to say yes.”
“Those who would say yes would do so without much thinking, Mr Desai. Maybe she’s not comfortable hanging out with others.”
I said.
“Maybe?” Desai took out a small pack of desi tobacco from his jacket. It was a bizarre sight for an affluent man to smoke a cheap beedi. Desai carefully pulled out one piece from the pack and lit it. “You’re not sure about your wife’s choice here, my friend. A coffee is harmless and she’s been very friendly to me otherwise.” He went on.
“What is in a coffee?” Krish asked.
“I like Meera. She’s the best client manager I’ve ever seen. That should be appreciated. I often wonder whether I should offer her some cash. But I am scared it would offend her.”
“Cash?”
“I don’t know about you. It’s not good, I know. But I am like I should do something for her, for you, in return to what I have received from her. Krish, whenever you need any help, in any way, I want you to remember me.”
 
Meera was amused when I told her how desperate Desai was to get close to him.
“He offered you money? Do you know what it is for?”
“Maybe for that night.” I teased her. “He didn’t tell me the amount, though.”
“You scoundrel!” Meera hit me in the stomach. “How can you be so dirty?”
I laughed.
“Next time when he offered you money, just tell him to fuck off.”
Meera said.
 
Next day Meera said Desai had visited her office.
“He was all praise for you. He even said you like him.”
“Moron!” I said bitterly. “He wants me to persuade you to hang out with him. And I like him?”
 
Desai's attempts to get the green light from either me or Meera failed every single time. He was begging for an opportunity.
“Are you afraid of me, Krish? I am a harmless person. I look heavy-built, but inside I’m very soft and humble. Meera knows that.”
“Then why she’s not saying yes to you?”
“She must be scared of you.”
“I have an advice for you, Desai; stop thinking about her. She’s my wife.”
“Don’t say that, Krish. I don’t deserve this insult. I’ve never been nice like this to anyone.”
I could see he was becoming frustrated.
“Who’s asking you to be nice? Be you. We respect that,” I said. “By the way, you just said you are a harmless person who’s very soft and humble. Keep it that way.”
“Can you imagine how many times I’ve asked her? Literally every single time that I visited her office. I have asked her personally, through emails, SMS and WhatsApp…I don’t know what else. I feel like an idiot. Why, why so hatred, Krish? I want to know.”
“You forget who you are talking to, Desai. I am her husband.” I looked straight into his eyes. “Why don’t you leave her alone?”
“If I could leave her alone like that, I would have done it already.”
“What do you mean?”
My voice rose a little. I forgot that we were sitting in a bar.
“I just meant friendship.”
Desai said and carefully placed his drink on the table.
“What type of friendship do you want with my wife? In what medium she should say no to you?”
“I am ready to adapt to any medium to get a yes from her. You make a wish, I make it possible for you. ”
I stared at him for a long moment.
“Are you trying to buy me, mister?”
“You know that I can.”
Desai's arrogance infuriated me.
“Then you should know that I can tell you to fuck off.”
“Krish!” Desai raised his voice. “Know your place.”
“Know my place?” I seethed in anger. “I know my place. I know your place. And I know you too.”
Desai stared at me for a moment and smirked.
“You know me.” He shook his head and laughed aloud. “You know me. What a joke!”
I watched him laugh. “That’s right, I know you very well, dammit. Stop dreaming of my wife. You’ll never get her.”
“I have already had her, you fool.” He said with a sense of pride.
“I know that too, you bastard!”
I exploded. I was ready to jump on the big guy and throw that punch I had been dreaming of landing on his puffy nose.
“You know that too? Wow!” Desai threw his arms in the air and clapped. The loud noise turned a few heads around us as he went on. “I knew that you know about it. You prick!”
I was stunned.
Desai leaned forward and shook his head dramatically, “let me tell you something she wouldn’t have told you. Do you know what I like most about your sweet wife? It’s what she smells like. That night when I took her to my place she didn’t want me to waste a moment. She was ready to give me anything. So I undressed her. Completely; and I went down and down and down. I was literally on the floor and she was…damn I am still hard when I think about it. That smell of her juicy cunt was so intoxicating to inhale that whenever I look at her it comes back to me.”
 
I couldn’t hold it anymore. In the blink of an eye, I threw my drink on his face and flew across the table to land on his body. I hit him hard on the face but I missed as we both rolled onto the sofa.
“You bastard!” I yelled. “I’m gonna break your face!”
Desai tried to push me away.
“Fuck!”
 
The scuffle did not last longer than a few seconds as the securities pulled us beyond each other’s reach.
Desai wiped his wet face.
“I have already fucked your wife, Krish. And believe me; she was damn thirsty for my dick. Take my word for it; she was a whore.”
I fought the men holding me.
“Just give me a second,” I shouted. “I want to slit that bastard’s throat!”
The men were strong enough to restrict me. The distance between my fist and Desai's face was widening.
“Once a whore…,” Desai grunted like a wounded animal. “…is a whore forever.”
 
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Chapter – Two
 
I thought my job was at risk after my fistfight with Desai in the bar. His unusual friendship with me was his last resort to impress my wife and it had ended abruptly. I knew he was frustrated and his immediate response would be to fire me. The punishment was inevitable.
I phoned Sam before I went home that night.
“I think I too have lost my job, Sam. If you came across something that you think is good for me then just tell me,” I said.
“What happened?” Sam asked.
I did not want to tell him the truth.
“Just like that,” I said.
 
Next day, however, nothing like I feared happened at work. Desai did not even show up.
But he went to meet Meera at her office in the pretence of discussing his investment through her firm.
“He was a real prick today. He asked me if he didn’t do well that night.”
Meera told me when she came home.
“What? That fucker…” I gritted my teeth.
“I told him he was forgettable.” Meera went on. “I didn’t want to mince my words at all. But it was my office, so I didn’t want to make a scene as well. It was the first time he was referring to it directly, and I felt finally it’s time to give him a mouthful. I told him it was my blunder last time and there won’t be another in a lifetime.”
I did not have anything to say. I felt she too should have charged him physically. Meera noticed my silence.
“Are you worried if he would fire you from your job?”
“I don’t care about what he would do to me,” I grabbed her arm and slowly pulled her to me. “I am rather worried about you.”
Meera forced a smile.
“Don’t be. Such people shouldn’t make us worry about anything.”
 
Though infuriated by his altercation with Meera, I was somewhat relieved that Desai had shown his true colour to both of us at once. It was time Desai to have realised that his chances are over.
Desai did not show up at my workplace for a couple of days. On the fourth day when I saw him coming, I took a break and headed for the cafeteria.
 
***   ***   ***   ***   ***
 
The following weekend we were invited to a mutual friend's engagement function. Meera wore a bright red saree with white floral prints along the border. The blouse with a square-shaped cut in the back exposed her smooth skin despite being aesthetically concealed by the free-flowing hair. As we posed for photos with the newly-engaged couple I saw men from the crowd struggling to take their eyes off her. I couldn't blame them for I was equally impressed by her stunning looks. When Meera leaned forward to hug her friend I found myself stealing a glance at her cleavage. I kept smiling at her.
At one point she noticed my smile and came to me.
“Are you trying to seduce me with your charming smile, gentleman?”
“I’m trying my best, beautiful.” I quipped.
“Sorry then. I am already married, I must tell you.”
She smiled and blinked at me. I laughed.
 
While coming back Meera suggested that we take a quick diversion to a nearby market. Meera wanted to buy some fancy items from there. As she kept searching through the fancy items from the roadside vendors I left her briefly for a dry fruit shop.
When I returned after a few minutes Meera was still busy shopping. I saw a man among the crowd, ogling at her from the side. I stopped. The man looked in his forties. Instead of walking into the scene to distract him, I was curious where he was looking at. I moved to the other side to have a better view. The man was enjoying the side view of Meera's belly. Her saree had moved to the centre of the blouse and it was giving the man a nice view of her boobs from the side and also her folded belly as she bent forward. Before I knew, I was carrying a hard-on. 
A minute later, she looked around and saw me. I quickly walked over to her as if nothing happened. Through the corner of my eyes, I saw the man walking away, being forced to avert his eyes. Pretending to be normal I asked Meera if she got what she was looking for.
"Almost, done. Come with me," she made the payment to the vendor and led me to another street. It was narrow and busier. As we walked around a van Meera stopped and turned to bump into me, and casually ran her palm over my crotch for a split second.
"What is this?" She asked.
I was caught with my erection.
"Uh...I..." I went blank for a second. I smiled at her. "It's you; you're the reason."
"Don't pretend, my pervert hubby," Meera grabbed my arm and walked forward. "I know everything."
We laughed together.
It was fun. But it took me a day to forget the embarrassment.
 
****                   ****                   ****                   ****
 
My friend Sam was going through a tough period of life those days. He was struggling to find a fine job even after two months since losing his earlier one. He had received green signals from three companies, only to be disappointed at the last moment. Sam’s anger was turning into frustration.
I was constantly in touch with him. Sam eventually confessed the real reason behind his firing. He and his friend had tried to steal a project from their team. They were caught when they tried to sell it to a third party. When his boss learnt this, he wanted to take advantage of Sam’s predicament. He had met Sam’s wife Ananya a couple of times and he was attracted to her. When he made his wish, Sam ended up punching him on the face. The events altogether led to him being fired and blacklisted by the company.
“More than the fact I got fired, I was pissed off that I could not hit him more than twice,” Sam told me once.
I remembered my fight with Desai in the bar.
“Once a whore is a whore forever.”
I cringed at the thoughts. Desai's words were still in my head.
“I have already fucked your wife, Krish. She was damn thirsty for my dick like a whore.”
“Bastard!”
I gritted my teeth.
Sam stared at me and nodded, “Every time I think of him I just wanna go find him and hit the shit out of him. Bastard!”
 
Sam’s resentment was not helping him anyway. As days and weeks passed, he forgot his vengeance and his only quest was to find a new job.
"I am wandering like a ghost nowadays." Sam often told me.
I could understand his frustration, having lived the same trauma once.
 
Sam's problem aggravated when his wife Ananya brought in a rumour; that the company she worked for was about to cut a few jobs because of the financial crisis. Bad times were coming for the couple.
"You were jobless for so long, aren't you? How did you live, man? I feel like shit now."
Sam kept asking me.
I had sympathy for him. He was once my closest friend. I was still friends with Sam, but not as close as earlier. The guilt of having sex many times with his wife was still haunting me, and it created an invisible gap between us. My only solace was that Sam was not an innocent soul himself. Nevertheless, I wished if I could expiate my betrayal by helping him in this needy hour.
I had managed to find a couple of opportunities. But they were low paying jobs that even I would have hesitated to take up.
 
However, Sam settled for one of those jobs after four months of unemployment.
"This is the only option left for me now. Something is better than nothing."
He told me.
 
But Sam's misery was far from over as Ananya was laid off when her company downsized.
"It's really sad," Meera told me. "Ananya was crying when I spoke to her. I didn't know how to console her."
"She'll find another job very soon. She's not blacklisted like Sam." I said.
Meera nodded, "yeah, but she loved this one job."
 
Though Ananya found a job within a month as expected, she resigned after a few weeks. It was a 'horrible' job, according to her.
Another month passed and the couple were in the middle of debt. Telephone calls from banks had begun to sound hostile. Sam’s company had sued him and he had to hire a lawyer. I tried to help him, giving him close to two lakh rupees. But it was not enough.
 
Two weeks later Sam told me about a solid offer Ananya had in hand.
“If this one clicks, we are saved.”
I could sense the desperation in his voice.
“She’ll get it, dude. Just don’t lose hope.” I patted on his shoulder. “Tell me more about the offer.”
“An old friend of mine David recommended this guy, who's running several businesses together. I have to tell you that my friend sort of personally took pain to talk to this guy; the man asked me to call him. I spoke to him yesterday. Do you know what the surprise is? He knows Meera professionally.”
“How?”
I was genuinely surprised.
“His name is Susheel Desai.”
I was stunned. Yes, he knows Meera professionally.
“Susheel Desai?” My voice rose suddenly.
“You’ve heard about him?”
I did not know what to tell him. I rubbed my forehead.
“He’s a wealthy man, indeed. But, what kind of job is the offering?”
“He told me that there’s no real job opening. But he said he likes my friend. This is the first time David had asked him for a favour like this and he doesn’t want to disappoint him.”
“So?”
“So what? He has called Ananya for an interview.”
I was speechless. Sam noticed it.
“What are you thinking?”
“I suggest you don’t consider this offer,” I said. “Desai is a wicked man. He’s…”
“You know him?”
“I know him. I have met him a couple of times. He’s…he’s…” I was thinking of how to convince him without going into details.
“Look, he was after Meera. He’s really after any fair women he sees out there. If he’s doing you this favour, it won’t be for nothing.”
“Krish…” Sam cleared his throat. “Just stop there. I told you about this offer because I consider you my friend. I am not asking you about an advice or character certificate for anyone.”
“Sam, what I am telling you is not based on a rumour or some random deductions. It’s what Meera has experienced at her workplace. If there’s one person she has complained to me about, then that is this guy. You can’t just trust him.”
“Whether I should trust him or not isn’t what concerns me the most now…”
“Come on, man. I am telling you. You can’t throw Ananya in there when you know it’s not safe for her…”
“Can’t you understand what I’m going through, Krish?” Sam’s voice rose. “I just don’t have a choice. I do not believe you. Not one word. Enough.”
“Sam.”
“Shut up and leave, Krish. Just leave.”
Sam folded his hands to me. I felt disgusted.
I stared at him for a moment and slowly turned around. I was done talking. There was no way I could convince Sam. Only thing I could do was to hope that I was wrong.
“Don’t talk to Ananya over this.”
I heard Sam’s voice behind me as I walked away.
 
I had no plan to heed Sam’s request. I phoned Ananya.
“I want to meet you, Ananya. It’s urgent.”
I went near to her flat and she came down to meet me at the parking. She looked a distant figure from the beautiful woman I had once known.
“Sam told me you’re going to meet Desai tomorrow. Don’t do it.”
“I know I shouldn’t, Krish,” Ananya said unemotionally. “But I know I should.”
I stared at her for a moment.
“Ananya you should talk to Meera if you want. She’ll tell you more about this man’s history.”
“I am more worried about Sam, Krish. He's wandering like a ghost these days. I can't even look at him sometimes. I fear he would do something foolish."
I felt she would cry. He looked down.
“Krish.” Ananya moved closer. “I know the risk. But I am going to take the risk. It’s too late to wait for another opportunity.”
“I can only warn you, Ananya. If I were in place of Sam, I wouldn’t have let you walk into his trap. I…” I hesitated for a moment. “I am worried about you. I have no right to tell you what to do or what not to. But…but because I know of that guy, I simply feel like shit…” I admitted.
Ananya did not respond for a few seconds.
“If something happened to you, something you can’t live with, I would feel like I should have tried a little more, but I don’t know how much,” I added.
“I will handle it, Krish,” Ananya said softly. “Thanks for your concern.”
When she turned, Sam was standing there.
“What the fuck are you doing with him, Ananya?” He shouted.
“Calm down, Sam,” I said. “We are just talking.”
Sam moved closer. “Oh, nice! There’s a ‘we’ now. Do you think I am a fool?”
“Sam, please. He’s your friend. Don’t shout at him. He came to speak. He’s leaving.” Ananya walked in front of him. “Let’s go.”
Sam pushed her aside.
“Krish I can see where your eyes are. Leave my wife, let me live.”
“Okay!” I held up my arms. “I am leaving, Sam. You don’t have to make up wild theories now.”
I said and walked away.
 
When I reached home Meera was furious.
“You went to see Ananya at her flat? What got into you, Krish?”
Sam had already phoned her.
“She’s being hired by Desai. She doesn’t know who he is.” I said. “And I didn’t go to Ananya's flat. We met in the parking.”
“Krish. What Sam told me today wasn’t nice in any sense to a wife. I don’t want to hear anything like that ever again.” Meera's voice was stern. I didn’t say anything.
“I don’t want you to meet Ananya, let it be for any reason. Understand?” Meera went on.
“Alright,” I said dejectedly. She had all the right to scold me; I felt.
 
I did not know what happened during the interview. I came to know about the outcome when Ananya phoned me a day after.
“I don’t know what you would make out of it, Krish. He put me in probation and it means a lot to me and Sam. Desai is not very handsome, but he seemed a good person to me,” Ananya said.
I couldn’t believe my ears.
Good person.
I shook my head in despair as Ananya cut the phone call. There was nothing I could do.
 
****                   ****                   ****                   ****
 
Even though I was upset after Ananya was employed personally by Desai, I couldn’t decide whether I should be concerned about her. It was a fact that Ananya had provided me with emotional and physical comfort when I was lonely and depressed in the past. But it had never grown into an affair. She had always been Sam’s wife. And I had always been Meera's husband.
I had to introspect why I was trying to protect Ananya from Desai. Ananya wasn’t an idiot when it comes to men. Meera had told me about how Ananya had a nightstand with someone at her workplace. That was before her fling with me.
As I thought deeply I felt Ananya can certainly manipulate Desai for her benefits, if she chose to. However, the fact was that I was scared of Desai. He was a monster in my head, and whenever I saw him, I was horrified by the thoughts of him having sex with Meera.
I was jealous that this man had seduced such a beautiful woman despite his unappealing nature. It wasn’t his appearance that made him look ugly. It was rather the whole of ‘him’ - starting from how creepy his eyes were when he looked at Meera to how he kept his thick lips moist by licking it always. His lips were the most intimidating sight for me. The thought of his dark lips engulfing Meera's soft lips for one whole night never failed to devastate me.
I did not want him to succeed in seducing any woman in the world, to be honest.
I was frightened of the fact that Desai was as manipulative as one could be. Letting Ananya become a toy at his hands was like opening a new path for him to reach Meera. 
 
I phoned Ananya next day.
“I am still worried about you, Ananya. I feel like I am the only one who knows his true colour. I feel like I will be the only one who would believe you in case something went wrong. So in that case, you must call me.”
“Do you think he is gonna abduct me?”
“I think worse, Ananya.”
Ananya laughed, “You need to see a doctor, Krish.”
 
***    ***   ***   ***   ***   ***
 
The road in front of our residence was getting a revamp by the govt. After a lot of petitions and demands by the locals to solve the severe traffic jam, the authorities had finally decided to provide to turn the narrow road into a wider bypass road. It meant several buildings along this road had to be demolished. Unfortunately one of them was ours.
The authorities called for a meeting and all the property owners were told to cooperate with the demolition drive. Financial compensation was offered and everyone had to move. Suddenly everyone was running around, looking for relocation.
I suggested Meera that we move into the flat at Lavanya Apartments. It was the apartment Meera had purchased when she was living alone. A year ago.
“No way,” Meera said instantly. “I can go to any place but there.”
I could understand her. It was a place where I didn't exist in her life. Going back there might have brought back memories of a past that she had buried.
 
However, even after many weeks of searching, we were unable to find a suitable place to move in. Luckily the monsoon reached earlier than expected in Maharashtra and there was a delay in the demolition work; it bought us more time.
 
One evening Meera was stranded at the workplace after a large tree collapsed due to nonstop rain and blocked a road. She along with her colleagues, Preethi and Anuya, was waiting for a cab for more than an hour when Desai emerged in a car with himself behind the wheel to offer them a ride. Meera was not willing to accept his help. But her colleagues persisted and she had to give in.
Desai took the car to Preethi and Anuya’s places first. As Anuya got down leaving Meera alone with Desai, she became vary of his intentions. She suggested she would get down nearby.
“Don’t behave like I am a stranger, sweety. I am a friend, you know that.” Desai smiled at her. “Just give me the directions. I’ll drop you home safely.”
Meera ended up giving him her home address. Desai pulled into the compound, and he was in the mood to assume he was invited.
“Not inviting me for a coffee?” Desai asked her.
“Not this time, Desai.” Meera looked him in the eyes and smiled. “I need to see someone urgently. Thanks for the ride, by the way.”
She didn’t wait for his reply as she turned on her heel and walked away toward one of the neighbourhood shops. Desai watched her for some time and left.
 
When I came home she told me about the incident in detail.
“You should have rung me. I would have come to pick you up.”
“Your phone is switched off, Krish,” Meera said plainly.
I checked my phone and it was switched off.
“Oh shit. Cell discharged.”
“Don’t worry I handled him well.”
I smiled. “Yeah, you did.”
“But I don’t want him to show up here when you are not home. I just…” Meera paused a moment. “Let’s find a new place. We should hurry, Krish.”
I had already visited many apartments for renting. Majority of them weren’t as spacious as our house. Rest were too costly.
 
Finally, I found one that suited our requirements. It was spacious with two rooms, a hall and a large kitchen apart from a small foyer. Both the rooms had balconies and they were spacious too. But it was occupied by a bachelor. The man said he would vacate the apartment only after three months.
“Three months are too late. We were looking to move in as early as possible.”
I said.
“I need to finish my studies. I had told Prasant about this," he said.
I met Prasant, owner of the apartment, again. He was clueless.
“He told me like a couple of months. Umm…I thought it was a couple of months ago.” Prasant said.
I resumed searching for the right apartment. Even after a month of search, I could not find one. However, we found a buyer for Meera's apartment in Lavanya apartments in that time. The sale went off quickly.
I used the advance amount to lock a land property we had been eyeing to buy at our hometown. I agreed to complete the paper works very soon.
“I’ll go and do the paperwork after our shifting to a new place,” I assured Meera.
 
****                   ****                   ****                   ****
 
Since the day Desai found where Meera was living, I was tensed about his movements. Being an interim boss, Desai did not visit my workplace regularly. I began to telephone Ananya every such day to know about his whereabouts.
Ananya's first impression on Desai was that of a nice guy who treated her with empathy. He was aware of the financial crisis she was in and he assured her with all the help he could.
“You have the talent and you are hard-working. I would never let go off staffs as valuable as you. Keep your work in the same standard and you’ll never disappoint yourself.” He had told her two weeks after her joining.
I was annoyed by Ananya's excitement when she spoke of it. Desai was making her attached to her work so that it became difficult for her to quit.
One day when Desai came to my workplace, he was accompanied by Ananya. I couldn’t think straight for a few minutes.
Then I took her aside.
“What are you doing here?”
Ananya looked at me, amused.
“I am his PA. Don’t you know?”
I was stunned. “PA? Is that what…”
“That was the only place he could accommodate me.”
“What the…” I paused before I spoke further. “Aren’t’ you overqualified?”
Ananya smiled.  “I’m overpaid too.”
I stared at her for a moment.
“He’s gonna seek benefits from you.”
“Come on Krish. I can handle myself.”
She said before she proceeded to Desai's cabin.
 
Later Ananya called me up.
“Desai named you one of the cool chaps around here. He has plans to invite you over lunch.”
I was surprised.
“Why would he do that? I am a man, not a woman.”
My voice was filled with sarcasm.
“Why do you try to give that angle to everything associated with Desai? He’s just a heartbroken man.”
“Heartbroken, how?”
“His family and stuff. Very tragic.”
“You talk family and stuff with him? Nice.”
“Yeah, I expected you’d say this. Today he suggested he could get a better job for Sam. I thought I should tell you first.”
“Why. You can expect what I would say.”
I said dejectedly.
“Yeah, but I felt you are the person I should discuss it. Sam and I are, you know, he would blindly take it.”
I felt good for no reason.
“I would suggest you forget it. Thank him and refuse the offer.” I suggested.
 
A couple of weeks later Desai and I eventually came face to face. He smiled at me.
“Hello Krish! How are you?”
“I am fine, thank you.”
I made sure I did not smile.
Next day he called me into his cabin.
“I was desperate and frustrated, Krish. We both know what happened; I was frustrated that Meera wasn’t giving me a positive response. I shouldn’t have talked that way. It was my fault. Accept my apology.”
I was stunned.
It is a new trick in his book. I warned myself.
“I went overboard too,” I said. “I shouldn’t have got physical with you. Sorry about that.”
Desai rose from his chair and walked around his large desk to shake hands with me and then hugged me.
“Let’s be friends again.”
I was amazed to see his transformation. It was like the man simply erased everything from his memory. I nodded affirmatively while thinking exactly the opposite.
Never again.
 
Desai mentioned Ananya later.
“You and Ananya are friends, right? When I helped her, I sincerely thought it would help me reconcile with you. I was ashamed to talk to you for a while.”
“Leave it, Desai. Let’s leave the past as it is.”
“So my help to your friend… it means nothing?”
“No. I mean…yeah it meant a lot to Sam. I mean…Ananya's husband, Samarth. He’s my friend.”
“You are very close to Ananya, I suppose.”
“Now you too are. She’s grateful that she landed this job.”
“I am willing to help her husband find a job, a better one. But she isn’t showing much interest. I wonder why. If you think he needs help then let me know of it.” Desai said.
 
It was as though Desai was willing to sponsor the couple. I wondered who he was targeting. Ananya or Meera? I was not going to believe that Desai was going to forget Meera.
Because nobody can forget Meera; I knew.
 
****                   ****                   ****                   ****
 
A week later Desai met me again.
“Ananya is not accepting my help, Krish. I have a bad feeling about it. I am feeling insulted. Why she’s not open to my helping nature?”
“Because,” I took a deep breath. “I would like to apologise to you, Desai. Because she doesn’t necessarily have a good impression about you. After our scuffle, I had warned her about your intentions…I mean possible intentions. She was told not to take favours from you.”
Desai stared at me. I went on. “You know what kind of advice I could give her during those times. But I haven’t told her anything that happened in real. I just gave her my advice. It’s up to you to prove it wrong through your actions. After that she will listen to you, won’t she?”
“You are a moron, Krish. I don’t intend to harm our friendship over this. But I have a feeling that you are manipulating her to keep away from me.”
“I told you; we were not in good terms then.”
“Now we are. Tell her that your advice was wrong.”
“It’ll be better if you prove it wrong.”
“I insist you make it easy for me.”
“But why?”
“I told you. I feel insulted. I offered her help and she turned it down.”
I was getting annoyed.
“Let it be. What’s the big deal? You are already in her good books.”
Desai held his gaze.
“You don’t seem to enjoy that I am in her good books, do you?”
“This is again becoming about us, Desai.”
“Come on, man. Don’t be a dick.” Desai threw his hand on the desk in despair and his voice rose. “You want to protect your wife, I can understand that. Now, what is this damn thing about your friend’s wife? Why do you want to protect this woman also? Are you sleeping with her or your wife?”
“Mind your words please, Desai.”
I said sternly.
“Fuck my words! Talk to me, Krish. I am not threatening you in any way. Be open to me. That is all I am asking you.”
I shook his head.
“Alright. Openly. I still don’t believe that you are doing this all for charity. What I am asking you is to leave Ananya alone. Let her keep her marriage intact.”
Desai stared at me for a long moment.
“I have no plan to destroy her marital life, buddy. I just want to sleep with her.”
 
The man had verbalised it.
 
I held his gaze for long before I spoke again.
“You said it.”
“I said it.” Desai nodded slowly and licked his thick lips wet thoroughly. I was forced to avert my eyes as Desai went on. “And I am going to execute it. I promised you that I won’t do any harm to your wife; because you are my friend. Agreed? But this girl, Ananya…I want her. I want her in my bed and you are going to stop bullshitting around her. Because I am your friend too. Consider it’s a deal.”
I began to speak but Desai raised his finger to interrupt me.
“If you tell Ananya a word about this, I will consider our friendship gone. I will tell her what happened between me and Meera, before laying her off. You will be solely responsible for her misery.”
I had nothing to say.
 
I had learnt how this man was so successful in his businesses.
 
That night I couldn’t find sleep as I kept thinking of how Desai was going to seduce Ananya. What would he be planning to do with her?
 
“I just want to sleep with her.”
I hated it when Desai tried to be explicit in his words. What makes him convey his dark fantasies with me despite knowing I don’t like it? Is it because he thinks I might be impressed by it? Do I look like a submissive pimp to him?
Creepy questions were cropping up. I hated him more than ever.
I remembered the moronic grin Desai had on his face when he claimed to have sex with Meera.
'I have already had her, you fool.'
I felt like shit for not landing enough punches on his face that day. It wasn’t that my wife was a chaste woman. It was no more a secret to me that I could live with the fact that my wife had enjoyed the warmth of other men. More than a few. But Desai was different. The simple thought of Meera being seduced by Desai made me hopelessly jealous. I was unable to digest that a monster like Desai had managed to keep Meera in his bed for a whole night despite having no quality to enjoy such a luxury. The arrogant way he carried himself never failed to repulse me. His thick lips which he kept always wet by licking it had often tempted me to look away. Since noticing him smoke the desi beedi a couple of times, I had begun to feel a stinking smell out of his body though sometimes I felt I was merely imagining it. The thoughts of his dark, smoke-stained lips engulfing Meera's soft lips always gave me a sense of devastation. Even his lower teeth were stained like a regular pan masala user.
I dreaded his bite marks on Meera’s breasts. Or any part of her body.
No. He didn’t deserve her. Not even in his dreams. I thought.
 
All my fears existed for Ananya too. I was not going to repeat my old mistakes with her but I still had warm feelings for her. Meera had mentioned to me about Desai's 'below-par performance' in bed as he was too drunk that night. What is his best? I wondered.
What would he have done with Meera if he wasn’t drunk? I kept asking myself and my attempts to answer it took me to nightmarish realms in which I was left to acknowledge Desai's plans to take both Meera and Ananya to his bed for nonstop sex.
Meera had spoken of Desai's ability to drive his tongue deep into her - so deep that she mistook it for his finger. Despite not getting an orgasm that she was badly longing for, she was impressed by the way he was taking on her at various spots in his apartment. How many times and how long had he pumped his dick into her? Meera had confessed to me that he had fucked her in the dining hall first and then in the bedroom before dinner. Then he had fucked her after dinner, before making her sleep in his arms. She had then wakened up by him in the morning for another round of rough sex. Is it possible that she did not get an orgasm? Does it even matter, after all that wild amount of sex?
 
My thoughts only helped me become suspicious.
I turned to Meera. She was sleeping peacefully next to me.
“It went so deep…. I held onto his head to balance me and cried louder…”
I remembered her confession, word by word, even after so many months.
What made you cry so louder, baby?
I moved and embraced her. My lips traced down through her neck.
I don’t want to think about Desai. I don’t want to think about what he did to you. I don’t want to think about what he would do with Ananya. Make me forget it all, baby.
My hands moved down and lifted her skirt. I went down and kissed between her legs, over the clothes. I split her thighs and shifted between them. As my mouth pressed against her love triangle over her panty, Meera woke up.
“What are you doing Krish…” she blabbered as if in half-sleep. I ignored and began to pull down her panty.
“Stop it, Krish. Let me sleep…”
Meera held me and patted on my cheek, slowly.
“Come…” she pulled me by the hair and I had to give up.
 
I slept very late that night.
 
****                   ****                   ****                   ****
 
My passive resistance did not dissuade Desai. A week later, he contacted Sam directly and promised to help him. He told Sam about the good work Ananya was doing at his office.
“Ananya is a wonderful person, Sam. She is simply overqualified for the job and I can’t explain how grateful I am for her decision to stay. I don’t want her to keep looking for another job. I have learnt the financial troubles you are in, and I am happy to help you. I don’t do it normally, but for Ananya, I don’t have a choice. Like she’s got a safe job with me, I want to ensure something like that for you too.”
Desai told Sam. Sam was happy to accept his offer. Three days later, Sam attended an interview and found himself landing a job that paid him fifty per cent more salary that he was drawing at the moment. When Ananya went home, Sam was full of praise about her boss. He was fully convinced that Desai was doing it because of his empathy toward the couple.
I was furious when Ananya later told me about these developments.
“Sam is happy about it, Krish. Please don’t spoil his feelings.” Ananya warned me.
Sam was indeed happy. He was happy even when he learnt that his job required him to travel to Mumbai almost every weekend. And he was sent to Mumbai on the first weekend itself. When I learnt of it, I could see what Desai was planning. But I was helpless while Sam thought his life had improved miraculously.
Desai phoned me on Saturday.
“You know, Krish,” Desai came to the point without much delay. “Once I made a wish, I just know how to make it happen.”
 
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Chapter – Three

 
This story isn’t just about Desai. There are other men too. One of them was Tejas. Looking back I often wonder why I met him and what if I had never met him.
Perhaps it was my destiny.
 
I told you briefly about the demolition drive by the state Govt. I found myself walking into Govt. offices many times a week for submitting and retrieving copies of documents. Many of the government officers were nice. However, one officer had mastered the knack of annoying the general public. The middle-aged woman was very slow with her fingers on the keyboard and even slower to attend the long queue in front of her desk. If somebody requested the lady to be quicker, she would respond by becoming slower. People found it wise to keep quiet and take it as it is.
On the third time of my visit, a man reacted. But his request to her to pay more attention to the job in hand pissed the lady off, and she reacted by threatening to leave the counter. Her reaction irritated the man further. A loud argument broke out between them and the lady refused to resume work. She got up and vanished into one of the rooms at the other end of the office.
However, the man was recording the entire thing on his mobile. When the manager interfered, he was convinced of the trouble he was in. He tried to pacify the agitated man, in vain, before assigning someone else to the desk.
Thereafter the counter worked smoothly.
I was watching it from the queue. I recognised the young man – he was the bachelor who had stubbornly refused to vacate the flat I had liked a few weeks ago.
I did not want to talk to him. However, as the counter moved faster after what he had done at the counter, I received my document like a breeze. I noticed the young man chatting up with someone outside the office. I walked over to him and thanked him.
“I never got anything from here so easy like this; thanks to you.”
The man recognised me as we shook hands.
“You don’t like quitting, do you?” I asked.
“I guess you know that better than anybody here,” He smiled. “Did you find the house of your choice?”
“Still looking for it.”
I said.
I had walked away from him, without even asking his name. But I would learn it very soon.
Next day he uploaded his recording in social media and the whole episode was in the news. The comment section was filled with complaints and abuses against the lady staff. She was suspended by her department within a day.
That’s how I met Tejas.
 
A few days later I met him again at a shopping mall. Meera was getting a hair spa and I was picking up groceries when I came across him.
“I know about a vacant flat readily available. Wanna have a look?” He asked me.
“Sure, it will be helpful,” I said.
Tejas gave me contact details of the house owner. I visited the house the next day. It wasn’t spacious enough.
I phoned Tejas later.
“Your flat is still better in my opinion,” I said.
Tejas laughed, “I have a hunch I am gonna kicked out of my flat any time soon.”
“Yeah, I am seriously thinking about bribing Prasant. You better find a new place.”
I retorted.
Tejas was a happy-go-lucky young man from the state of Gujarat. He came across as a guy entirely different from my first impression. He had finished his MBA from the city a year ago, but he was still roaming around without trying for a job, doing a part-time course for the sake of doing something.
It was a stupid course.
“I am not interested in the course; it is rather to fool my family,” Tejas confessed jokingly. “I am a master in that.”
 
Before I go further into Tejas' involvement in my life, I must add another development that was happening during those days.  It was a weekend when Sam had gone to Mumbai on Friday, and Desai invited Ananya to a party in a hotel on Saturday. But she refused him politely.
She called me immediately and told me about it.
An hour later I received a phone call from Desai. He invited me to the party. I was surprised.
“Are you not inviting Ananya?”
“I did. She is coming.”
I was aware that Ananya wasn’t going.
“She isn’t coming.”
“Leave it to her. You must come.” Desai said.
“Okay.” I agreed.
 
I did not want to tell Meera that I was invited to a party hosted by Desai. I was not interested in attending the party either. However, the curiosity to see Desai's behaviour with other women in the party persuaded me to lie to Meera that I had a small get-together with my colleagues. I reached the place at eight o’clock and I was surprised when Ananya showed up. For once, I felt cheated.
“You came!” I looked at her questioningly.
“He told me you would come. So I changed my mind.”
Ananya said.
I felt like a fool. Desai had manipulated me and he succeeded in bringing Ananya to the party. I wanted to scold Ananya for not confirming with me. But there was no point in arguing over a gone moment. We were already where Desai wanted us.
Contrary to my expectations, Desai was a good host. He walked up to me and Ananya for a brief chat like a cool friend and even encouraged me to stay by her side.
“She’s here only because of you, Krish. Please make her feel home. She’s my friend too.”
I noticed the sense of admiration and respect Ananya exhibited when Desai talked to us. She was totally in a comfort zone with him.
Is it because he’s her boss? Or is it because he’s already more than a boss to her?
I did not want to ponder.
The party went on smoothly, as I and Ananya spent most of our time together. We sat together and enjoyed the live performance by a stand-up comedian hired for the event. The crowd was nice.
Ananya awarded Desai plus points as we returned after the party.
“He is a good guy, I told you.”
“He pretended to be a good guy because I was there.” I corrected her.
Ananya laughed, “Okay, all credit goes to you.”
 
My lie to Meera was caught the very next morning.
“You lied to me; you attended Desai's party last night!” Meera was furious. “That too, with Ananya? What is happening here?”
I had failed to suppose that Desai would have invited members of Meera's office too.
“I didn’t want to tell you about I was going to Desai's party. I am sorry baby.” I apologised.
“You shouldn’t have gone.” Meera's eyes were wet, suddenly. I felt bad.
“He’s in my office every other day. He’s partly my boss now. I didn’t want to irk him.” I said.
“What about Ananya? You know I don’t want to see her with you. I am not comfortable…”
“He is her employer. And I didn’t even know she was going to be there until I saw her. I am so sorry baby. My intention was not to make you worry that I was attending Desai's party.”
“Please don’t do such things, Krish. I don’t like it. Next time when he invites you, don’t go.” Meera wiped her eyes.
I nodded. “I promise.”
 
I was availing leave from work frequently due to my need to visit govt. offices for documents. I had chosen to hide the demolition drive from my office because I did not want Desai to know about it. I quoted fake reasons while applying for leave. My manager Lalit wasn’t happy with my irregular attendance and I found myself pleading with him more than once.
Tuesday Lalit refused to sign my leave of absence.
“No. This is not going to work, Krish. Your colleagues are fed up with you. I'm fed up with you. I can’t give you any more leave this month.”
He said sternly.
I rang up Tejas and sought his help. He was ready to help.
“I’ll meet the officials on your behalf. Don’t worry.” Tejas assured.
 
The family of a friend of Tejas was also facing the house demolition issue like me. Tejas' friend had moved to Kolkata after his MBA and Tejas was helping him.
 
Thursday afternoon the govt. officials called all the applicants for a meeting and I somehow managed to leave early from my office. I reached late, but Tejas assured me there’s nothing to worry. The meeting, which began two hours late, was an exhausting experience to sit through. I suggested visiting a beer parlour as soon as the meeting ended.
“I was about to tell you that,” Tejas said.
We were sipping chilled beer in a bar soon after.
When I mentioned how difficult it was to get a house of one’s choice, Tejas was ready to help.
“You liked my flat. I’ll vacate it when you say.”
“But where will you go?”
“I am about to leave this city very soon. I don’t mind if it happened a few weeks earlier.”
“So nice of you for saying this. But I can’t be selfish.” I said. “By the way, I never asked you; why did you rent that house? Isn’t it too big for you?”
“It wasn’t the first one I rented here. The first one was smaller. My ancestral house in Gujarat is very spacious. So I found it very difficult to live in a small flat. Also, the house owner was a stupid he never spent a buck on repairs.  I tell him the tap is broken, the tap is broken for ten straight days and he would show up on the eleventh day with a ten rupees m-seal cake. He would bloody repair it himself – by joining the broken piece. I tell him the fan is slow and he shows up with an oil can. I tell him the hinge on my cupboard is loose and he shows up with a bloody cello tape! All nice, innovative ideas – except that he didn’t know how to repair a thing. I was fed up more with him than his house. I ended up running out of it. The current one is spacious; you can run a supermarket there. But more than that, I love my house owner. You know the first time when I visited the house I had noticed the exhaust fan in the attached bathroom wasn’t working. I mentioned it to Prasant, though I didn’t mind it due to my desperation to move out of the old one. I shifted the very next day. It was summer and I didn’t use the attached bathroom for two months. Then I reminded Prasant about the exhaust fan and he was like, which one? You know what; he had repaired it on the first day itself. I felt like a snail that day.”
Tejas went on. He turned out to be a guy who loved to speak. I kept sipping the beer, enjoying his stories.
 
Next morning Lalit was enraged when he learnt about my early pack-up on the previous day.
“I am writing a report on this. You might not make it after this month.”
He said. I was helpless.
I remembered my jobless days and it frightened me. That day I subconsciously kept wishing Desai to show up. When I realised what I was doing, it embarrassed me.
 
Saturday, Desai asked out Ananya for dinner. Sam had gone to Mumbai. Before making a decision, Ananya rang me up. I was annoyed and I momentarily forgot the developments in my office.
“You want to go with him to dinner. That’s why you are asking me. If you didn’t want to go, then tell him in the face.”
“He suggested inviting you too.”
“For what? To babysit you?”
“Why are you looking at it as a dinner date? He just doesn’t want to spend the weekend alone.”
“Don’t pretend to be so innocent to me, Ananya. He is well past that age of feeling lonely on a weekend. He’s a corporate lord. There are enough people who would love to act on a gesture to get rid of his weekend boredom. Don’t buy his stupid excuses to ask you out.”
“Then why did he want to include you?”
“Because he knows you wouldn’t go without me.”
I thought I had made my suggestion loud and clear to her. However, she messaged me later in the night.
“I am home; in one piece.”
I moved to the balcony and phoned her.
“What was that?”
“I went to dinner and now I am home. Nothing like you feared happened.”
I did not know what to say. Is she trying to fool me? There was no obligation for her to be honest with me.
“You wanted to tell me this now because you want me to concede I am wrong about him.”
“Exactly.”
“Good luck with that.”
I said and ended the phone call.
 
Ananya phoned me in the morning.
“I am sorry for making fun of you, Krish. I know you care about me.”
“You don’t have to say sorry. It’s totally up to you. It’s your shot.”
“You know I could not refuse him. He was asking me nicely and I felt awkward to say no. I told him I would leave early. He agreed and he kept his word; he even arranged a cab to drop me home safely.”
I knew Desai was trying hard to impress her.
Five minutes later my phone rang again. It was Desai. He wanted to see me.
“We’ll have breakfast at my place.”
Desai sent me his address. I couldn’t believe my fate as it meant I was going to visit the same house where Desai had once taken Meera to. It was almost six months ago but I was never going to forget what Meera had told me about the night. I was going to walk through the same door onto which she was pinned against while he undressed her and smelt and licked through her bare skin. The thought of stepping into a house where she was made to moan like a cheap whore for the whole night devastated me.
But I was not in a position to say no to decline Desai's silly demands. My job was at stake.
It might help. I hoped. After all, it’s just a visit. I tried to calm my mind.
 
But the place turned out to be entirely different from what Meera had narrated me about. It was a villa. The gatekeeper confirmed my name before letting me through. The moment my car crossed the gate I had a clear idea of abundant wealth of the man I was going to have breakfast with. The villa wasn’t particularly a big one. But everything looked meticulously designed enough to make one statement: that the person who lives in this building is insanely rich.
For a moment I could not believe that I had punched that man on his face, a couple of months ago.
Why I am still here? Why do I still exist in one shape? How can this man be so forgiving to me? Questions began to usurp my mind and there was only one answer: because this man can’t let go of my extremely beautiful wife.
Desai was waiting for me. He welcomed me pleasantly and led me to his spacious living room. Contrary to my expectation he was wearing a formal shirt but its front top buttons were undone. His partly visible hairy chest intimidated me. The posh ambience in the house too was making me feel out of place.
After exchanging pleasantries, Desai invited me to the dining hall and we had breakfast.
When we returned to the living room, Desai brought up Lalit’s recent report at work.
"I found your name on the wrong list. What's happening there?"
I knew it was the moment I had been dreading since I was warned by Lalit for my frequent absence from work. I had been told about my possible termination.
Is he going to tell me that I'm fired? I wondered.
"Don't worry. I'm not laying you off." Desai said as if he read my mind. "You are my friend. I have to consider that above all."
“Thank you, Desai,” I said. I felt ashamed for having to thank a man I was supposed to hate forever.
“Anyways, this is not what I wanted to discuss here...” Desai went on. “You know, I often act on impulsion and I feel sorry later. But, what is the use? You have observed many times I come up with drastically impulsive statements without considering where I am and who I am talking to. The only thing I can feel is the need to satisfy my ego by telling you right away what I can do. It is another matter whether I intend to do it or not. It just feels great, you know, to deliver a shock in the face. But I should have realised that it cannot work like that. You are my friend. Aren’t you?”
I nodded though I was now beginning to be cautious. Is he trying to be overly nice again?
I knew my punches might not be strong enough anymore.
Desai wiped his forehead as if trying to recall something. “I am not good with rejection; that’s the problem, Krish. I know you wouldn’t believe me; I am on medication.”
I nodded again. “I believe what you say, Desai.”
“No. You didn’t believe me. In fact… I want you to accompany me to my doctor.”
“Are you sure of it?” I asked. I was surprised by his demand.
“Yeah, she’s been asking me to bring along a friend. I am taking you. You will come, won’t you?”
I did not have a choice.
 
I accompanied Desai to his doctor that noon. After Desai's session, Dr Maithrei called me into her cabin. The forty-year-old, spectacled and a bit chubby in shape doctor in her spacious consulting room instantly had a calming effect on me. Her face was cute and voice, soft. I wondered if Desai chose her for reasons other than professional competency.
Beautiful. Tick. Friendly. Tick. Married. Tick.
“I have tried to have a session with Mrs Desai. But he never considered my requests. And he’s never been a regular visitor. For me the subject is vast but the information is scarce, to make a proper study. That’s why I asked him to let me talk to a friend at least. He told me that you know him very well. How close are you with him?”
Dr Maithrei spoke to me as if I was Desai's best friend.
“He recently slept with a colleague who's married to his friend. I am the only one among his friends with whom he has shared this information so far.” I said blatantly.
Dr Maithrei stared at me for a moment and then smiled.
“Alright, then. You are the right person who can help him.” She said.
She went on with a questionnaire about Desai's behavioural pattern. I was beginning to feel like Desai was a walking psycho.
“As far as I can say, he can’t take rejection.” The doctor told me in the end. “He’s got a larger profile than I can imagine. It’s very dangerous for someone powerful like him to live with this condition. He needs help but he’s alone; that’s the issue. My recommendation is that you brief the people coming in contact with him not to express rejection in the face. If you don’t want to do something that he seeks, don’t make it obvious straightaway. Instead, you can agree with him first. Whether to do it or not is your choice ultimately. You can delay doing it or convince him that you are trying to do it, or even tell him that you have done it. It’s all in your hands. My advice is that it is always wiser to agree with him.”
Her advice was ridiculous. 
When I finally came out of the cabin I was wondering whether I had truly become Desai's companion. I knew deep in my heart that I hated Desai. But now I was feeling like Desai needed help, though I did not know about how. I hated myself for empathising Desai even for a moment.
“What did she say?”
Desai asked me while coming back.
“She didn’t say anything. She ran a questionnaire about your behavioural pattern. Most of them were yes or no questions.”
I said.
 
Desai took me to his villa and we had lunch together. His servants were there. But their silence and blank faces almost made them invisible.
“I am bored with spending my time here and in the office, Krish. Next week we’ll go out for lunch.” Desai suggested. I agreed. I remembered Dr Maithrei and wondered if it was her advice that made me instantly agree with Desai.
 
I told Meera about Desai stopping my termination.
“It looks like he wants to make you feel indebted,” Meera commented.
“I am not indebted,” I said defiantly. “I will survive without this job. I hate him. It’s my bad luck that he became my boss.”
“Don’t think too much about him, honey.” Meera grabbed my palms. “He doesn’t deserve to be discussed here.”
I smiled at her and nodded.
 
Two days later, Desai summoned me to his office.
“Krish, there's a resort on the south side of the city; we’ll have a long drive and have lunch and return before sunset. The resort is run by my friend.”
I looked at him apprehensively, wary that he had something in his mind.
“Alright.” I shook my head. “Who else is coming?”
“Ananya can come, can’t she?”
I wasn't surprised. I knew where it was heading.
“Ananya? Will she come?”
I doubted.
“I don’t know. You will convince her to come, won’t you?”
I remembered that Ananya had almost rejected his dinner offer a few days ago. I could now see the larger picture of things where Desai had been taking the long route for a reason. But what is he trying to do? Is lunch at a distant resort going to satisfy him? Or does he have something big - something nasty – in his mind? Many questions popped up in my head in a second.
I felt the trip was just an excuse to get Ananya to agree to his terms. I just did not know what was going to happen at the resort except that it must be something worse than I could imagine.
“Will you do that for me, Krish?”
Desai asked again. I was still caught in a web of thoughts.
“Yes,” I blurted.
 
***       ***       ***
 
The resort was a two-hour drive from the city. Desai drove the car and I sat next to him while Ananya sat in the rear seat. After one hour, I offered to take the wheels but Desai refused.
“I want to finish this drive. You can take the wheel when we return. How about that?” Desai asked.
I agreed.
“What about you, Ananya? Do you what to drive?”
He looked at her through the mirror.
“I don’t know how to drive this thing.”
Ananya said.
“Ok. We’ll learn a bit before next time.”
Desai's casual assurance left me wondering if Desai was planning the next trip already. I was anxious about the outcome of the trip. Desai though smiling outside was plotting inside to make his wish come true. I wished if I could read his mind for a second.
 
Desai went on to tell a story from his teenage days when he drove a car for the first time. His dad was adamant that he was too young to sit behind the wheels and had prohibited him to so. But his dad’s driver was a Good Samaritan. He couldn’t deny the young man’s wish. A week’s secret training was enough to help the latter learn the skill, but the duo was caught in the act soon. Dad summoned the driver and fired him instantly.
“When I bought a new car four years later, on my own, I didn’t need a driver. I used to drive it myself. But I called my old friend and appointed him as my driver. He worked for me for eleven years but he never had to drive my car when I was in it.”
“Eleven years of free salary?”
I asked.
“Eleven years of gratitude.”
I couldn't help but like the story instantly.
“Where is he now?”
Ananya asked.
Desai spent a moment before he replied.
“He’s no more.”
 
The resort we ended up wasn’t the one Desai had mentioned ‘run by his friend’.
“I must have got confused. This cannot be that one.” Desai said as he stepped out of the car.
However, the resort turned out to be a spectacular experience. Though located by the highway, it was quite spacious. The moment we crossed the entrance, my eyes fell at the unique looking cottages at one side of the resort. I doubted if Desai would be plotting to take Ananya to one of those suites. However, Desai made it clear that we were going to have just lunch, while we were welcomed by the resort staff.
That is when I began to enjoy the place. Apart from the beautifully arranged dining halls and courteous staff, there was much more about the resort. The whole place had a calming effect on the visitors. All the cottages were surrounded by small gardens filled with beautiful, unique plants. Apart from that, there was a large lawn and a pond as its centre of attraction. In the pond, there was a life-size statue of an elephant emerging from the water. Behind the elephant were an artificial waterfall and creatively planted flowers that no one would miss.
For the menu, the resort had set its standards. It did not serve liquor except for some wines brewed their own. Desai let Ananya choose the wine for all. The multi-cuisine Lunch was expectedly lavish and delectable.
 
After lunch we walked through the lawn and sat by the pond, enjoying the waterfall. Desai's stories helped Ananya open up further.
By the end of the day, I was convinced that my apprehensions about Desai were wrong. Having run out of options to manipulate Ananya, Desai was now trying to impress her genuinely, I felt.
Ananya was apparently impressed with the effort Desai had put in. When she was asked about the resort, she said she would like to thank him for inviting her. I had to admit that she was right. Desai was becoming an enigma for me. At one moment he was the creepy, intimidating monster whose only goal is to sleep with the woman he wanted; the next one he was the calm, wise and friendly gentleman who was also uber-rich.
Today he wasn’t carrying the stinky beedis in his suit. I could not find a single trait in him that would put a woman off.
Ananya was wearing a printed kurti with jeans and had been looking gorgeous than ever. However, Desai had mentioned about it only once, that too very casually, when we picked up her from her place. I was aroused when we sat with her by the pool, as my eyes accidentally fell on her cleavage. I was sure that Desai wouldn’t have missed the sight but there was not a single creepy gaze or a desperate note from him.
As though Desai had finally revealed how meticulously impressive he can be, I found it ultimately disturbing.
If I can be impressed, why not Meera?
 
The evening was taking a mesmerizing form as the sun began to sink below the horizon. I switched seats with Desai while coming back. As our car cruised through the long and straight highway lane, the sky above us looked like a stunning canvas. The sky on our left was turning red while the right was still blue.
“It’s beautiful, right?” Desai turned to Ananya.
“Yes, it is.”
I could sense the excitement in her voice. I glanced through the rear-view mirror and saw her applying lipstick. She smiled at me.
“I often dream of this moment – I mean evenings like this – when I reach home after hectic work in my offices. To turn dreams like that into reality, you need like-minded people around you. Right?”
Desai asked.
“You are right, Desai,” I said.
Half an hour into the drive Desai asked me to take a diversion to the farming fields spread along the highway.
“Let’s take a diversion here, Krish. We are seldom blessed with such moments. It would be a loss not to explore its beauty now.”
“Do you know this place?”
“I have been to these farms a long time ago. But I don’t remember exactly where it was.”
We turned to a narrow road and it led us deep into the sugarcane fields. The trees along the road decreased in number but the greenery remained, thanks to the vast farms that stretched beyond our eyeshot.
Eventually, we stopped near a big tree. Desai stepped out first and stretched his arms.
“Wow! This is great.”
I and Ananya followed.
While the sugarcanes at the left side of the road looked mature enough to be harvested, those at the right side were much younger. The former had an apparent height of three metres, while the latter was just above one-metre height.
I thought about the possibility of Desai disappearing into the taller canes with Ananya.
“Let’s take a walk into these canes.”
Desai announced, validating my fear for the first time in the day.
“No. I am a bit scared,” Ananya said. “See it’s becoming darker in there.” She pointed to the dense canes as she spoke.
“So what? We are with you. Aren’t we, Krish?”
Desai looked at me.
No. I am not going to help you here.
“I am a bit tired after the long day, Desai. Let’s remain here only. The sunset is beautiful to watch from here.”
I sided with Ananya.
“I can agree with you, Krish. You look tired of course,” Desai said and turned to Ananya. “But we are not walking to the darkness. Do you see that hut over there?” he pointed to the small farm hut on the other side. Seemingly built a hundred metres from the road, the hut with its grey shade against the green farm and orange sky looked picturesque.
“Let’s take a walk there, Ananya. Krish will wait here. Just for five minutes.”
Desai suggested.
“Are you sure? I am scared if somebody showed up and started shooing us away.”
Ananya hesitated. But she was smiling.
“Krish will manage. If somebody comes, just give us a signal before he catches us sneaking into his hut, buddy.”
Desai told me and stepped into the small path toward the hut.
I leaned against the car and watched them walk away. It was the first time of the day when Desai tried to get Ananya alone. In fact, there was no such opportunity. Suddenly I felt I did a mistake by not accompanying them to the hut. My gut feeling told me that Desai was going to reveal his true colour once he gets into the hut with her. I felt my heartbeats rising, and it made me restless as I saw Desai disappearing into the hut with Ananya.
Suddenly I felt alone.
What have I done?
I let out a sigh. I had made a mistake. Are they going to come back just like that?
I felt I was worrying too much. Just being in his company doesn’t mean she would let him do whatever he wanted with her. I tried to calm down.
Wait, you can follow them and stop it, can’t you? I asked myself and decided to follow them after five minutes.
I heard someone talking and turned to my left. I saw three men and quickly realised they were coming toward me. One looked in his fifties and the other two looked under thirty.
“What happened here?”
The old man asked me from a distance of twenty metres.
I threw a hurried glance toward the hut before I turned and gave them my attention. “What?”
I pretended I didn’t hear him.
“Why are you standing there? Car punctured?”
“No,” I said quickly and thought for a moment. “You need a lift?”
“Lift?” the old man laughed. “I don’t need a lift. I live here. This is my farm. Where are you from?”
I realised the trouble that I was in. Big trouble if Desai and Ananya chose to emerge from the hut. The old man was indeed a proud owner of the farms and he would not forgive anyone hanging out to his farms without his permission. That too, a man with a young woman. I calculated instantly and prayed in my mind that nothing goes wrong.
“I am from the city. I was going back there. My car engine heated up… so I thought I would wait here till it cooled down. I stopped here seeing the farm. It’s beautiful.”
“Oh, that’s nice. Are you alone?”
The man moved further close and he was looking into my eyes. His eyes were deep yet piercing into mine.
I could not say yes or no. I only knew I was not going to tell him that I was with a man and woman and they were already in the hut. But I also feared they would show up any time.
“Yeah, I am sort of like that now – alone - as my family is at hometown. It’s down south in Kerala where we don’t get to see sugarcane farms. I can’t tell you in words how excited I am. Which one is yours – the young ones or the mature ones?”
The old man shook his head. “All are mine, son. My name is Tulsiram. These two assist me in the farmhouse. It’s over there, a couple of hundred metres from here.”
I was pretending to be looking around and watching for signs of Desai and Ananya.
“So you saw me from there and came to ask me, right? Forgive me I disturbed you from rest.”
I said.
Tulsiram smiled. “Nothing like that, my dear. We were here to see our canes are not invaded by boars. Sometimes they wander into the farms from the other side of the highway and become a nuisance. They need to be checked regularly.”
He sent his assistants to the farms. One of them went straight toward the hut. I was petrified. I did not know what to do or say. I could only pray that the man did not find Desai and Ananya in the hut. I realised I should have told the man the truth from the beginning.
Tulsiram began to speak in detail about his farm and family. He was father to two sons and one daughter. All of them lived with him.
“You should not keep your wife in your hometown. You should bring her with you. You have such a big car, why can’t you keep your wife with you?”
Tulsiram opined.
“She has a job there. That’s why. I am trying to get transferred there.”
I said.
“That’s nice. A wise decision, son. You should visit my house. I will introduce my family to you. Come with us.”
Tulsiram invited.
I smiled. “I would like to visit but I am sorry. I am expecting a call from my company and my mobile phone is put on charge in the car. I can’t leave now. I promise I will visit your house next time.”
He was convinced. “Next time…alright. I will have jaggary from these canes by then. I will gift you some. You are from Kerala, right? You will be surprised when you taste our jaggary. It’s the best.”
“Then I will surely visit, Tulsiram Ji.”
As the men who went to search for the wild boar returned, Tulsiram asked them to cut a few canes into pieces and had it placed in the car.
“Take it, for the memory of me and my farms.”
I thanked the old man. I regretted having to make so many lies to him.
Tulsiram left with his assistants and they disappeared into the darkness rather quickly. That is when I realised how much time had passed since Desai and Ananya were gone to the hut. The hut was hardly visible now. What the fuck are they doing? I wondered if they had seen the men chatting with me and so they remained in the hut. I took out my phone and dialled Desai's number.
“Have the men left?” Desai asked me.
“Yeah, they left.”
I was relieved that Desai had seen the men and had chosen to stay back in the hut.
 
Five minutes later, Desai emerged from the darkness.
I was unable to see his face. But as he came closer, I did not fail to notice a sense of achievement on his face. It took me a fraction of second to catch it, and it stunned me. Desai was breathing faster than normal. I had a distant idea of what would have happened in the hut, and I already felt my subconscious mind trying its best not to acknowledge that idea.
“Did you get bored, buddy?”
Desai asked me casually.
I let out a sigh. My heart had sunk.
Desai's casual query had just confirmed that he and Ananya weren’t watching me talking with the old man. They were doing something more exciting in the hut.
There was nothing left to guess. I knew.
Still, I covertly observed Ananya when she opened the door and sat inside the car. I saw a sense of hurry and secrecy in her movements, and a pang of shame in her eyes as she tried to avoid facing me. Her lips, which I had noticed her applying lipstick half an hour ago, were slightly swollen and had certainly lost its glow. I was devastated by the reality that despite all my resistance Desai had managed to have his way with Ananya. I had a faint idea of how Desai would have got his dream fulfilled in a matter of half an hour. He must have forced her to bend on to the wall or something. He must have pulled down her jeans and then pushed his face into her pussy like a maniac to cherish what he was going to take over. Yet another young married woman’s body to feast on; he would have prided himself as he moved behind her and shoved his thick meat deep into her. Intimidated and dominated by his brute power, Ananya would have suppressed all the pain and insult came with the experience as he would only have cared to find out how long she could take it. He would have gone on to the peak of his pleasure and contaminated her with his filthy cum burst in her married pussy. As she regained the hope of relieving herself from the pain after all this struggle, he would have shown his bossy side again by kissing her and chewing her lips like a cannibal to leave those visible bruises; perhaps a reminder for her to spend the night remembering who the boss was.
I felt those marks on her lips could be a hint for me to learn who the boss was.
“How can I get bored? I had company here.” I took time before I blurted and started the car.
 
I had lost my interest in the rest of the journey. Desai kept asking me about the old man and his farm. My replies to all the questions were reduced to a few words. Ananya was completely silent.
 
And I was back into a shell where I was confronted by my worst fear. The man knew how to get what he wanted. No matter how much you resist.
One thing was written on the wall.
If Desai had something in his mind about Meera, then he must have already made a plan to make it happen.
 
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(25-10-2020, 02:46 AM)Dhundari Wrote:  Krish are you planning the same duration means a year and half to complete this one?

That's a question I'm asking myself these days. The approximate number of chapters for this story is 50-60. If I'm posting one chapter every week it means more than one year. When I think about this, I mostly shock myself. 'O my God! One year?' 
To spend one year of your life for a story on a platform like this is a bit scary. Especially with a theme like this.
I often ask myself what benefit I get from this. I enjoy the comments, obviously. More moments, more chill. Like my readers wait for my chapter, I wait for their comments. (Nowadays I don't have to wait for that, anyway) 
Second benifit is the improvement in my writing skills. It's not only about erotica. At present I am in a position to convert my imaginations into a paper, whatever that imagination is. I plan to write something other than erotica too, so that I can let my real world friends read it.
Third benifit is the fun of reading my stories long after. The words that flow out of a reader is influenced by what is he going through at the moment of writing, and when I return to read those lines afterwards, it often surprises me. I'm like 'how come I write it like this?' That's a pleasure. That's how the erotic encounters in my story turn me on. The conversation between Rajyavardhan and Anvita is at some times a wonder to me.
Yeah, the benifits are there. But still, I'm not a person like Krish in real life. And that makes it difficult for me to keep me engaged in the thought process of a person like that for one whole year. 
I wish to speed up the writing. If possible, two chapters per week. And less than 50 chapters. It's a wish.

Thanks for asking. I wrote a long answer, right? It's Sunday morning, fine weather, and so on.
Have a nice day to all.
Krish.

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Chapter – Four
 
I was exhausted when I reached home. I could not stop thinking about how Desai managed to bend Ananya to his will. I had been cautious about Desai's hunger for Ananya's body. But I never thought Desai would choose to do it in my presence, thereby turning me into a complete loser. Perhaps he wanted to make a statement that he was not the one to accept rejection. Desai's doctor had conveyled it to me a week ago. Desai's decision to take me to the doctor now looked like an attempt to make that statement.
I was also exhausted by the fact that I would now have to live with two nightmares. Earlier I hated Desai thinking him an ugly man who once got lucky to enjoy my wife’s body due to sheer luck. Now he proved that he was capable of doing what he wanted despite my possible efforts to stop him. I had never thought about Ananya’s choice - willingness or unwillingness - to sleep with her boss. It was my fight to not to let Desai have his way with her. I had failed in that fight miserably.
And I was struck by the thought that I could fail again, in my fight not to let Desai get to fulfil his most stubborn wish.
 
At home Meera was waiting for me.
“How was the trip?”
She asked. I had told her I was accompanying a friend to a nearby village to help him end a dispute with his father-in-law.
“It didn’t go well. You can’t do much when people are greedy.”
I said.
I went to shower and when I came back, Meera took me to the kitchen. She had baked a cake for the first time.
“Tell me it’s a success,” Meera said proudly.
I tasted a piece of it. It was perfect.
“This is great!” I was impressed. “Where did you learn this?”
“A friend told me how she did it. I looked up online for more help.”
I took another piece and ate it. “It’s yummy. Tasty…mmm…like you, I say.”
Meera smiled and took a piece for her.
“Let’s give some to our neighbours.”
“No,” I said. “This is your first cake. I am going to eat it all myself.”
“All?” Meera smiled again. “This one too?” She showed the piece in her hand before putting it into her mouth.
“Yeah that one too,” I grabbed her and bit it from her mouth. Meera did not move away. Instead, she simply let me eat from her mouth.
“Mmm…it’s sweeter now,” I said.
Meera looked into my eyes for a few seconds, blushing all along.
“I know you’ll like it more, now.” She took another piece. “Let me feed you.” She put it into her mouth and then fed me. This time she pushed it into my mouth with her tongue. I swallowed it quickly and pulled her even closer to suck on her lips. Soon we were kissing.
“Krish…” Meera's smile faded and her breathing increased. I could sense she was aroused by the kiss. My tiredness was forgotten in a second, as I began to caress her lips with my tongue. My arms around her were now searching for the softness of her body, and soon I let it worm inside her top.  Meera pushed herself against my body, rubbing her breasts against my chest. As if lost my patience too soon, I grabbed her top and pulled it over her head and then bent forward to press my lips into her cleavage. She helped me by unhooking her bra and I was soon sucking on her tits thirstily. My hands wandered downward and touched between her legs over the skirt.
“Krish…”
Meera whispered and touched my bulge, over my pants. I helped her by dropping my pants down to thighs, and she readily grabbed my erection. I liked how her fingers felt around my shaft, but it wasn’t enough.
“Give me more, baby…” I whispered.
“What do you want, my love?”
“A kiss…”
Meera bent down readily and kissed on the round head of my shaft. I wanted more. As if having read my mind, she knelt and pushed it into her mouth.
“Oh, my baby… Meera… my baby…mmm…”
I was taken to heaven as Meera began to blow me. She held around its base and pushed the rest into her mouth. She looked up into my eyes and smiled, most of my dick still in her mouth.
“It’s all yours, baby…take it all…” I moaned.
Meera pressed her lips around it and slowly pulled it out of her mouth, letting me feel the warmth of her lips on every inch of my dick. She pulled it out completely and smiled.
“It is all mine?”
“Yes…It is!”
“I will kill you if you gave it to someone else. You know that?”
Meera pressed her fingers around it as she spoke.
I smiled. “Yes. You can kill me.”
I watched Meera's tongue coming out of her mouth and spreading saliva over its head. Next moment she pushed it into her throat and began to move her head back and forth. She was no longer the woman who once thought that giving a blowjob was unhygienic. She knew how to please her man now. And I was proud of me for I was that man.
A few minutes later, I helped her sit on the countertop. She lifted her skirt and I hurriedly pulled down her panty. There was a sense of hurry in her movement and I knew she was ready. I split her thighs and pushed myself onto her, guiding my hardness straight into her pussy. She was dripping wet already, and I knew it from the smoothness I went inside her.
“Krish…”
Meera hugged me and kissed me, almost consuming my lips. I breathed into her mouth and began to move.
“Mmm…Mmm…” She moaned and spread her thighs as wide as she could. I was rocking hard and fast as if to hit the rear wall of her love hole. It wasn’t possible. However, the position gave me enough friction against her inner walls, and I was panting in no time.
“Aaah…oh my god… Krish… Krish…aaah…”
Meera's voice had changed now and it was beginning to turn rough. She ran her tongue around my lips and pulled me further into her.
“Haah…move it…uh….!”
“I am cumming…baby…”
I said as I sensed the arrival of an explosion. Meera stopped everything that moment as if shocked.
“I am not safe.”
“Oh shit.” I blurted and pulled out. It was the exact moment, as I watched the white stream of my fluid spurting out of me, over her thighs, legs, and finally on the floor. I felt my body which was on fire becoming soft, gradually.
“Oh.” Meera sighed in disbelief, and her wonder turned into a giggle. “That’s a lot for a quick ride.”
I moved back and joined her.
“Yeah, it’s a lot. It’s a mess too.”
Meera laughed. “Yeah, it’s my mess.” She alighted and hugged me. “I love you, baby.”
It was a mess but it was fun.
 
That night when I went to bed I found me still thinking about Ananya and Desai. I thought about the probability of Desai having sex with her. There was enough evidence to suggest it happened or it did not. In a farm hut, it was unlikely to have a cot. Even a sofa or chair was unlikely. Without such basic amenities, it would be difficult for him to convince her to make love to him, especially with the limited time.
But at the same time he could push her forward to bend on to something and have his way from behind, roughly. Her lips were bruised, apparently due to non-stop kissing. Desai's panting was not completely subsided when he returned. These shreds of evidence suggested that she was fucked and she was facing him while being fucked.
I felt it could be in the same pose that I made out with Meera in the kitchen. A table or a storage box would be sufficient. He would have sat her up on it and shoved his dick into her pussy with all his brutal might. She would have cried if he did that in a hurry. She must have asked him to stop, in vain.
 
My speculations were never-ending. I phoned Ananya the next day and we met at a café at noon.
I took her to the corner table where no one could hear us. I ordered coffee and straightaway went to the question.
“What happened yesterday?”
Ananya was surprised.
“What happened?”
“I mean, in the hut.” My eyes wandered all over her face; I was looking for signs.
Ananya looked around, a bit uncomfortable.
“Forget it. It’s not worth talking.”
“Tell me. I want to know why it happened. I can’t get it off my head that he made a fool out of me…”
“What are you talking?”
Ananya interrupted me. I stared at her for a moment.
“You know exactly what I am talking, Ananya. He took you to the hut and he didn’t waste the opportunity, did he?”
“What rubbish are you talking about?”
Ananya was visibly miffed.
I was stunned. “Come on, Ananya. Be honest with me. I am not the person you should be lying to.”
“I don’t know what you are talking, Krish. You think a lot but let me assure you nothing happened there. Yeah, he had some plans but it’s not like you think.”
“What did he do, exactly? Tell me that.”
“He asked me if he could kiss me.”
I looked at her in disbelief. Ananya looked away as if to confirm no one was watching us.
“Just like that? Just like that, he asked you so?”
“Of course not. He was talking a lot. Do you want to know all the details?”
“Did you let him kiss you?”
“Not readily. I said no…but he kept talking the same. He told me that I must be aware that he is very fond of me, and he is impressed by me. He said he never wanted to hurt me in any way, and he realises that I am married. He held my hand and kept talking and even tried to hug me. I was scared and he said just one kiss and then we’d go back to you. I told him I can’t but he wasn’t listening. Finally, I said just one kiss. So…”
“Just because he pleaded with you, you let him kiss?”
“I had no choice, Krish. I am sorry, my brain stopped working. Like I couldn’t move away from him. He was polite but intimidating. I didn’t expect he would do that.”
“But what kind of kiss it was? Your lips had bruises; I saw it when you returned...”
“He was rough, violent. He wasn’t kissing. He was…” Ananya paused. “…like chewing on my lips. Don’t stare at my lips now.”
Ananya's complaint made me realise what he was doing.
“Sorry.”
“I have done some homemade tricks to heal the marks. You won’t see it anymore.”
I smiled. “You know… I honestly thought…you know…”
“You have a dirty mind, Krish.”
“I can’t believe Desai did let you go. He had a chance. I spent too much time talking to the farmer.”
“Desai tried his best. He was hugging me, his hands were becoming stronger, but I pushed him away.”
“I am so glad you did that. I was feeling so bad last night. I thought I failed you.”
Ananya shook her head slowly. “Thanks for always being there, Krish.”
 
Next time Desai showed at my workplace, I was beaming. Desai had failed in his attempt despite all those meticulous planning and execution. All he could do was a kiss and he did it so desperately that it would only repulse Ananya further. I felt like winning as I faced Desai.
Desai behaved normally when he came up to me for a brief chat. I wondered how he was dealing with rejection now.
***       ***       ***

Ananya phoned me when I was ready to leave in the evening. She had come to meet a friend at a place nearby.
“Can I have a lift? I am outside your building.”
“Wait. In ten minutes.” I said.
I picked her up soon. She seemed in a happy mood. Her face was glowing. Before I could ask about it, my phone rang.
It was Tejas. He had found an apartment for me.
“Can you come over now?” he asked.
I agreed. It was not many diversions from our route; so Ananya decided to accompany me.
 
Tejas joined us along. He smiled at Ananya generously and looked at me.
“Mrs Krish?” he asked.
I laughed and looked at Ananya.
“No. I am not Mrs Krish. I am just a friend,” Ananya said.
I introduced them to each other.
“I thought I shall see his new house,” Ananya told Tejas.
 
The apartment was on the fourth floor of the building. It was spacious and I liked most of it. However, Ananya pointed out that the kitchen was small.
"But there's enough space. It's enough," Tejas said.
"What do you know about what is enough?"
Ananya asked. Tejas was irked.
"What is there to know about it? You tell me why it isn't enough. You are the expert, aren't you?"
"Every woman is an expert when it's about the kitchen."
"Everybody is an expert about everything in this world except about minding your own business."
Tejas said defiantly. Before Ananya could escalate the argument, I intervened.
"How's that you guys just met and are arguing like old friends? Let me ask Meera. She's the one with a final say in this."
While exiting the apartment Tejas whispered to me, "I don't like your friend."
Unfortunately, Ananya heard it. "I don't like you too, mister!" She told him on the face.
I laughed loudly.
 
When I showed Meera the photos he took from the apartment, she too didn't like the kitchen.
"I think it is not enough." She said.
I phoned Tejas and told him.
"Okay. Don't tell your friend about it. Her ego will only grow."
Tejas said. I laughed.
 
***       ***       ***       ***       ***
 
My struggle with the local govt. bodies to claim the compensation for my house came to an end on Friday as I received acknowledgement that all the documents were verified. I phoned Tejas and he said his friend’s family too got the acknowledgement.
“Let’s do some booze work, man,” I said.
“In my place,” Tejas said. “I have invited a couple of guys here on Saturday. I have already counted your presence.”
Saturday I went to his apartment with a crate of beer. His friends - Sridhar and Tarun - were already there. We sat in the hall and opened the drinks. Sridhar had recently proposed a girl successfully and he promised a bigger party for all.
Sridhar and Tarun departed after finishing two bottles by each, despite Tejas's attempts to stop them. Tejas asked me to stay. “It’s our party. We can’t stop celebrating. No more fucking around for the damn documents bro.”
“I have bought twelve bottles. I have no plan to leave without finishing it.” I said.
Tejas raised his beer glass. “This is why I like you. Cheers!”
Later he mentioned he was ready to vacate his apartment for me.
“I’ll try to find the right apartment until the last minute. If there’s no other way, I’ll consider your offer.” I promised. “But where will you go then?”
“Going home is not an option now. I’ll go to Nagpur and stay with my sister. She’s been asking me for long. I have some plans to go on trekking with my brother-in-law.”
“Why going home is not an option?”
“Family and friends won’t stop asking about my job. They will kill me with questions. They would even start wondering if I failed in my course.”
“Try to get a job then.”
“No. That’s the even worse option. A job alone won’t satisfy them. My mom is already dying to get me married.”
I laughed.
“That’s a sensible wish.”
“But I don’t want to get married.”
“Why? Any affair?”
“No. There are issues I can’t tell you.”
“Tell me. I am your best friend now.”
“That’s true. But…” Tejas hesitated, smiling.
“Come on. Share that secret, man. Don’t hold back. I am a great keeper of secrets.”
“Are you?”
“You can count on me. I won’t even tell Meera. Not even when I am most vulnerable.”
I said confidently.
Tejas gave me a thoughtful stare. “Okay, then.” He shook his head. “But for that, you must share a secret with me first.”
“What secret? About what?”
“I don’t know. Tell me about when you lost your virginity.” Tejas said and quickly corrected himself. “No. That’s not good.”
“It was on our first night,” I said casually. “To Meera.”
Tejas shook his head. “No. I told you that’s not a secret. Tell me something else…like…tell me about the most embarrassing thing that you did in your life and that you haven’t told anyone about it yet.”
I leaned back in the couch and raised my eyebrows. “That’s a damn smart demand.”
“I hope it is.”
“I hope your secret is worthy of it.”
“My secret is gonna make you doubt seriously that I am joking.”
“That’s a nice tagline.” I laughed. I could see he wanted to tell me something that he wouldn’t ever tell anyone else. I wanted to know.
“Thank you,” Tejas leaned back in his seat. “So, your turn...”
“Let me find that moment. The most embarrassing thing I did in my life that no one knows yet.”
I took a long sip from my beer and closed my eyes. It took a moment for me to go back and think about it. What is it?
There was a long list of embarrassing moments; too embarrassing to be remembered, let alone be told. I let myself swim through a number of them, trying to decide on one that would be safe to be told.
I finally opened my eyes.
“I have to trust you with this.”
“You can trust me,” Tejas assured.
“You remember my friend Ananya? I used to have a crush on her.”
“So lame,” Tejas said. “It’s not an embarrassing moment.”
“I have masturbated thinking about her,” I added.
“How does it embarrass you?”
“She’s my friend’s wife, dude. Isn’t it an embarrassment that you wank on your friend’s wife?”
“No. It’s quite natural for a man. I have masturbated on my teachers, my neighbours and one of my aunts too. It is our basic needs; nothing to cause embarrassment.”
“You are a legend, man. I must tell you.”
“Sort of…”
“I consider it an embarrassment because normally I wouldn’t dare to do it. But I did it because of a momentary temptation. Afterwards, I was very embarrassed, especially when I see her face in real.”
“You did it only once?”
I smiled, “No. I did it many times. Don’t you think my friend is hot?”
“Yeah,” Tejas shook his head. “But I don’t like her. She argues over silly things.”
I laughed.
“Isn’t that cute?”
“Tell me about the embarrassing moment; a truly embarrassing one.”
Tejas brought me back to the subject.
I thought a little more. Something came to my mind.
“Okay,” I smiled. “I am not sure if I am ready to tell you this. This happened a few months ago. We were coming back from a friend’s engagement function – I mean me and Meera. She was wearing this saree, a bright red one with some cute floral designs on the border. Her blouse had its neck wide open in the back, stunningly exposing her smooth skin. Absolutely gorgeous. You haven’t seen her yet, have you? You’ll agree with me if you have seen her. Honestly speaking I was feeling a bit nervous due to the attention she was getting from other men at the function. I'm not that conservative but being a husband means you have to be jealous when your wife is getting such stares. You get the point right? We took a diversion while coming back. In the market, she was busy searching through some fancy items from the roadside vendors. She was taking the time and I went to another shop to buy some dried fruits. When I returned I saw this man, a forty-fifty-year-old man ogling at Meera. Normally, I should have been angry. But this time I wasn’t. I felt an urge to watch this man enjoying the sight of my wife’s belly as she was busy with her shopping. Her saree had moved slightly to the centre of her blouse and it was giving him a nice view of the side of her boobs and folded belly as she bent forward. I stood watching the man and my wife, and it aroused me. I don’t know what I was thinking; it was beyond my understanding. I was hard in my pants before I realised. A minute later she looked around and saw me. I went to her and the man finally averted his eyes and walked away. It was another thing that I was aroused by such an incident but that wasn’t what embarrassed me the most. As we entered a narrow street further, she casually but covertly touched my thing and asked me ‘what is this?’ Oh man, I was so embarrassed because she knew everything. That the man was watching her, and I was watching him. Imagine the experience of your wife finding your most disgusting side when you are least prepared.”
Tejas nodded his head slowly. “Mmm…that’s now a good confession. I never thought it would be something like this. I thought it would be like stealing something from your boss’ house or something.”
“I wouldn’t be embarrassed if I did that.”
I retorted.
“Well, you deserve to be embarrassed by what you did. Didn’t she scold you later?”
“No. She was laughing. She knew I was embarrassed.”
Tejas smiled. “I like her. She didn’t judge you over this," he commented.
“Now tell me your secret. Your turn,” I urged and opened another bottle of beer.
“Well, my secret is something that should embarrass me. I have lived the insult for longer than I remember. I am no more affected by the truth. I had a girlfriend when I was doing graduation. She was very hot. We were going well but I did not have the confidence to do anything intimate with her. But what do we do when opportunity strikes? She showed no intent to turn back. But it ended in a disappointment as I could not penetrate her. The issue was that I have this issue from the beginning. I have a size problem. You get what I am telling you, Krish?”
I was not sure of how to react. “I get it.” I blurted but I did not believe a word Tejas said.
“And the next day I can’t face her. We are laughing like fun when we are surrounded by our friends. But when it is just us, we don’t know what to speak. I apologised eventually and confessed that I have this problem. She said she didn’t what to cause me more pain by being around me. She said we shouldn’t try it ever again, and she was okay with being friends with me.”
“Then?”
I asked.
“Then what? I have a small dick dude, not small brain. I understood she wanted to move on.”
I felt uneasy despite being drunk. Tejas was insanely cool with what he was telling. Or at least I thought so.
“So you let her go?”
I asked.
“Not completely,” Tejas said quickly. “I jerk off. I still get hard when I think about her or when I look at her photos.”
Tejas took his mobile and showed me her photo. The girl had stunning looks.
“Hot?”
Tejas asked.
“Yeah. Very hot,” I admitted.
“Like Ananya?” he asked.
“What do you mean by that?”
“I have no problem if you want to jerk off at her. I’m no more possessive about her.”
He joked. I could not laugh.
“But I have issues believing your confession. You kidding about it, aren’t you?” I asked after a while.
Tejas laughed aloud. “Yeah I'm running short of self-demeaning jokes; so I've come up with this one. Aren't you impressed?”
I stared at him for a moment as if to find signs of him lying.
“Okay,” I shook my head. “But small means how small?”
“A few inches,” Tejas pushed me away. “Don’t tell me to show it now.”
 
The conversation turned out to be hilarious. No matter how much I tried, I could not accept that Tejas wasn’t trying to fool around me.
“I am just glad that you do not believe me,” Tejas said. “When I was in high college I went swimming with my friends. I dove into the water and hell! My boxer came off. All the boys saw my little bro and nobody got scared. They fucking laughed. Such a humiliation! If not for my knack to make fun of me, I would have killed myself. I have thick skin. Thank God, at least for that.”
“I can’t believe a word you said. I am too drunk. I think I might need a clear head to see the truth.” I said.
“What, are you gonna ask me to show you my dick?”
“Hell, no!” I laughed. “I would like to have a second opinion here. I think I should ask a friend of mine to confirm if it's possible for a bachelor to reveal such a matter to me.”
“You will get yourself killed… by me if you told anyone about this," Tejas warned me. “My secret is your secret now.”
 
After dinner, Tejas suggested me not to drive alone. I phoned Meera and told her that I was staying at Tejas’ apartment. Before going to bed, I went to Tejas’ room. One wall was filled with posters of actresses. I remembered noticing it when I visited the house for the first time.
“Who is your favourite actress, by the way?”
“All of them!” Tejas said. “They come in my dreams every night. They do whatever I want.”
I smiled, “What is it?”
“Everything. In the morning I thank them for being such a nice company for me.”
I shook my head. “I am happy to see that there are only the actresses’ photos here. Otherwise, I would have doubted that you are gay.”
“You are welcome to make a joke of me. I told you I have a thick skin.”
Tejas replied.
 
I realised one thing that day. Tejas was extremely comfortable around me. He was ready to talk about intimate things about his life, and he was willing to help me even if it meant sacrificing his comfort. He had nothing to gain from me except my friendship.
I had no idea what our friendship would eventually cost me.

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(28-10-2020, 12:11 PM)themaskeditor Wrote:  Dear Krish

Thanks again for starting this new story. You are one of the very rare, best and celebrated erotic writers. I can understand your deep though process and the kind of efforts you put in your stories are not easy to come by.

Infact all your stories are above par and which is why they have created a very loyal fan base. You can take up whatever time but do continue and keep on writing. It is not just erotica but your overall story gets registered in our minds. 

You are like Christopher Nolan of erotic world. 

Thanks again and keep on writing.

(30-10-2020, 12:55 PM)Givemeextra Wrote:  Idiot Kirs, telling the most critical detail to his friend with no idea that it can be taken up later for manipulation etc

Who knows,
> May be tejas will try to do something with Meera and Kris will remain silent thinking he has a small tool that cant do much [May be small, Kris not seen it]    OR
> Tejas may spread the detail to other characters willing to Sexploit it

wow, now I need to surely keep reading to see how friend will turn foe.

(30-10-2020, 12:58 PM)Muthiah Sivaraman Wrote:  Super interesting update

(30-10-2020, 01:24 PM)Sagar s Wrote:  Ready to see tejas fucking meera with small fock

(30-10-2020, 01:27 PM)Kartikjessie Wrote:  Lovely update

(30-10-2020, 02:07 PM)LustyLeo Wrote:  Nice update

Thanks for all the wonderful comments, guys. Feeling grateful.

(30-10-2020, 01:13 PM)Sagar s Wrote:  So it means two updates a week nice krish waiting for tomorrow
No dear. Chapter Five will be posted on Friday/Thursday.

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Chapter – Five
 
A week later, I again went to Tejas's flat. He had stocked up beers and he asked me to stay.
We sat together and spent the evening sharing jokes and stories. Back in my mind, I wondered many times if I should ask about his size problem but I refrained.
When I went to take beer from his refrigerator I was surprised to find a dressed fish in it.
“I thought Gujaratis do not eat fish,” I commented.
“Yeah, no one expect me in my family is non-vegetarian,” Tejas nodded. “Another reason I am not fond of going back.”
“Shall I cook it?”
“You are welcome.”
I marinated the fish with spices while Tejas opened beer in the kitchen itself. I deep-fried the fish in a frying pan, after ten minutes. When one side was cooked, I turned the fish carefully.
Tejas took a small piece of the fish and tasted it.
“Honestly, I thought it wouldn’t work because you didn't use besan; I just didn’t tell you,” he admitted. “It’s really good. Your wife taught you how to do this?”
“This is nowhere to what she cooks,” I told him.
 
Later I phoned Meera and told her that I was with Tejas. “I will be late, honey,” I added.
She was disappointed but I managed to convince her.
 
“Does she know you are drinking?” Tejas wondered when the call was ended. “She must be an angel.”
I laughed, “of course, she’s my angel.”
As I concentrated on cooking the fish, our topic of discussion was about the photos Tejas had in his bedroom.
“You seem to be a filmy guy. But you never asked me to watch a film with you.” I was saying.
“I am not very fond of films. I am just a fan of those actresses.”
“Just a fan, right?”
“They turn my lover in the night,” he said. “You are a married man; a family man. I shouldn’t be discussing with about such shit.”
“You know family men are more interested in spicy stuff these days,” I said.
“But you are different. I have noticed something. You never ogle at other women.”
I was pleased to hear it.
“Wow. You must meet my wife and tell her such facts about me,” I quipped.
“Why. Doesn’t she think you are innocent type?”
“I didn’t mean that. But I think it is the best thing a wife can hear about her husband.”
“You always talk about your wife. I think I should meet her.”
“I talk about Meera because she means everything to me. Do you have anyone like that?”
“No,” Tejas smiled. “I keep changing my woman every night.”
“You should think of getting one woman, I mean a real one.”
Tejas held himself for a second. “I know. But I told you I can’t.”
He was back into the subject I was hesitating to bring up.
“Stop joking about it. I know it’s not true.” I said.
“What is not true? My failed love story?”
“Love story and your size. Both.”
The fish was cooked. I transferred it into a plate. Tejas pointed to the fish.
“This fish - I don’t know how to make you believe me; this fish – is more than double in length to what I have down there.”
I was amused by his comparison. I still thought Tejas was joking but I did not want to laugh at it.
Tejas went on. “I’ve never had the guts to tell anyone about this. But I am disappointed that all my courage is useless because you do not believe it.”
“I think I would like to meet your ex-girlfriend,” I quipped.
“That’s not possible. Also, you promised you would never speak of this to anyone.”
“But you said she already knows your size.”
“She doesn’t know that I’ve told you about this.”
“You are very serious about this. If you feel happy if I believed what you said, then okay. I believe you.” I said.
Tejas leaned against the countertop and shook his head multiple times.
“You know. More than what you think of me when I tell you the truth, I am more concerned about coming to terms with myself. I want to see it normal. I want to believe it’s pretty normal to have a small-sized penis. I can have a normal life despite having this, can’t I?”
I looked into his eyes. I saw the struggle the young man has been going through. Perhaps I was imagining it.
I shook my head, “Yes, you can.”
“Thanks for saying that.” Tejas smiled. “I would like to show it to you, but it’ll take a couple of whiskies, not these beers.” He held the beer glass up.
I laughed.
“Okay, nice idea. Show it to me. I’ll be left with no choice but believe you.”
Tejas looked away and laughed, “Man, you can’t be serious.”
“Of course, fucker. I am not serious.”
“But I think it’s a daring act.” Tejas moved a step away and turned to keep his glass on the countertop. “You have to see it to believe it.”
He began to unbutton his pants. I was stunned. Tejas unzipped his pants and stopped midway.
“Oh, no; I can’t do it.” he shook his head. “It’s not an easy thing.”
I smiled. “You challenged yourself. Go on, man. I haven’t seen a real penis for a while.” I joked.
“You show me first,” Tejas said suddenly.
I refused. “Why should I do that? I didn’t begin this.”
“Please, do it for me. I too haven’t seen a real penis, if I remember.”
I thought he was crazy. He was.
“Why do you want to see it?”
“Because I want to know the difference. Maybe it’ll help me.”
“It’ll help you if I too have a small one. Are you saying that?”
“No. It’ll help me if I’m half good as you.”
“Small doesn’t mean bad. I have read the size doesn’t matter. Haven’t you heard?”
“I had read a lot of them before I went with Ahaana.”
“Ahaana?”
“My ex.”
“Oh.” I shook my head and opened another beer.
“So, you ready?”
Tejas asked as he refilled his glass.
“I am not drunk enough,” I said thoughtfully. I was again wondering about his sexual orientation.
“You are wondering if I am gay, aren’t you?” Tejas asked.
“I have to consider that,” I admitted. “But I know you are straight. Those pics in your bedroom prove that. All of them are females.”
“Of course, I am straight. I shag on actresses only.”
“And teachers, neighbours and of course, one of your aunts!”
I added.
“Yeah, all of them appear in my fantasies and act as I wish. So, ultimately all are actresses.” Tejas smirked. “So, are you going to show it?”
“You don’t quit, do you?”
“No. I want to see it. You don’t know how much a revelation it’s going to be.”
“It’s going to be worse if I have something bigger than your imagination,” I warned though I did not have any plan to comply what he was suggesting.
"Stop beating around the bush. Be a man and show it." Tejas demanded.
I was beginning to feel like a child and embarrassed. "Why don't you check it yourself?"  I challenged him.
Tejas stared at me. "You mean by touching?"
"Yeah, I mean over the clothes. You'll get an approximate idea."
Tejas smiled. "That's a clever move." He moved closer and stopped right next to me. I felt my heartbeats rising along with a pang of discomfort. Tejas was unbelievably serious. I stopped thinking and cleared my throat, "Okay, let's do this. You have ten seconds."
Next thing I knew was Tejas' palm over my crotch. He cupped his palm and placed it under the bulge and I forgot to breathe. It was so awkward.
"Oh my...! This is good." Tejas said.
I felt a jerk from within, and I was embarrassed to find out I was getting hard by the whole incident. Damn! I thought.
"Aren't you done?" I asked while resisting the urge to move back. I desperately wanted to act cool.
Tejas took his hand off me.
"I'm impressed. It's like huge."
"Thanks for the compliment. But you're exaggerating. I'm Indian."
Tejas laughed. "I think you got harder by touching."
I brushed off the embarrassment.
"Yeah, I have this sort of dysfunction. I become harder when something rubs onto it."
"I envy you for that."
"Now I'm supposed to touch you, right? Let me see who's not getting a hard-on." I said and kept my glass on the countertop. Tejas picked up his glass and finished it in one go.
"Okay." He turned to face me. "It's like a medical examination."
I straightway placed my palm over his crotch. To my surprise, the bulge was almost non-existent. I didn’t know when my grimace faded.
“Do you believe now?”
I moved back.
“Word by word.” I picked up my beer glass and took a sip, trying to hide my reaction. “You should see a doctor.”
“I have,” Tejas said plainly. “He said he can increase it by one to two centimetres through surgery. Cost – three lakh rupees. I didn’t feel it’s that worth for now.”
“I suppose you aren’t desperate enough to do it.”
“I am waiting for better technology. Clever people are on to it.”
I laughed. “I am amazed by your attitude, man. You are a hell of a man. Believe me, you’ll find a way to fuck your woman harder than your ex-girlfriend ever wished for.”
Tejas patted on my shoulder. “Thanks for saying that. No one has got me confident like this. Thank you so much.”
 
We moved to the living room and settled on the sofa. I couldn’t stop smiling for long. I had let a man willingly touch my penis, albeit over the clothes. And I had touched him back. It’s booze. I assured myself.
“What are you simpering at?” Tejas asked.
“I am unable to think of anything else,” I admitted.
“It’s not that pathetic actually,” Tejas said. “I do masturbate a lot. There is no problem to do that. Based on my knowledge and limited personal experience, masturbation is more satisfying than sex. Sex is tiring and it can end in a disappointment, as it did to me. Masturbation is fun. You can fantasise any woman and make them do anything for you.”
“Who’s your favourite?”
“It keeps changing. Last week it was Amrapali. Do you know her?”
I did not know anyone of that name.
“She doesn’t stop until I ejaculate in her mouth.”
Tejas said.
I couldn’t hold my laughter. “Are you crazy? Who is she?”
Tejas raised his hands. “Man, I can’t talk to you. We are not of the same bandwidth. Amrapali is a Bhojpuri actress. In my fantasy, I am running a pickle company and I want to hire her to shoot an ad for my company. When I went to meet her, she’s just back from the shoot and tired. Her manager is trying to convince her to wake up early the next day for the shoot again. So I help her to sneak out of her apartment and I take her to my hotel room which is a big, expensive suite. She sleeps in my bed and wakes up early in the morning. She’s hungry and I arrange for breakfast. It’s yummy. We talk, talk, and talk, and in the end, as we read in the hot erotic stories, she pushes me on to the bed and pulls down my pants. How’s it?”
I was keenly listening. “And then?”
“And then… then she takes my dick into her mouth.” Tejas took out his phone and showed me a photo. “This is Amrapali. Look at her lips. Imagine she’s in your bed, sucking your thing voluntarily.”
The actress looked gorgeous. I wondered how come I never saw this woman. I couldn’t help but appreciate Tejas’ fantasy.
“She’s hot. Tell me more. What else does she do for you?”
I asked.
Tejas winked at me sheepishly, “Anything I ask.”
“Wow,” I said. “But I hope you get time to sleep properly after that.”
“I don’t overdo it. It kills the fun.”
“What is special about her?”
I wanted to hear more about his fantasy. I was getting hard in my pants and this time I was enjoying it because I was hiding it perfectly.
“She loves to be slapped on her butt cheeks. I make them red. And you know, her boobs are big and I think I am the reason.”
“You like big boobs?”
“Normally no. But some women make me say otherwise; they are so hot. What about you? Do you like big boobs?”
“I love the average size. I should be able to handle it; that’s it.”
“Do you masturbate often?”
“No,” I said quickly. “But sometimes I do it a couple of times in quick succession.”
“Does your wife know?”
“What!” I looked at him, pretending to be overly surprised. “Why do you think so?”
“If I ever get married, I would masturbate in front of her. And I will encourage her to do the same.”
“Before masturbating you must be able to share your fantasies.”
“Yeah, that’s right. It’s a daring thing to share your dark fantasies.”
“You got the guts for that. I have never heard from anyone about their fantasies in such details.”
“I think I’ve become hard by talking. I want to assure you that I am not gay.”
I smiled. “I know that.”
Our conversation went on for long until we exhausted the beer stock. I couldn’t stand up from the sofa and I struggled to make it to the bed.
In the morning I woke up early and prepared to leave.
Tejas accompanied me to the parking. He said I was a true friend of him because of two reasons.
“One, you talk with utmost honesty and you let me talk the same way. Two, I know that you are not gay and it makes me comfortable in my skin as a straight guy.”
 
I was initially not convinced when Tejas said masturbation could be as satisfying as actual sex. He was too inexperienced to make that comparison. However, that night when I went to bed I was already having this fantasy of watching Meera pleasuring herself. She noticed me watching her arranging stuff on the table in our room, and asked me what I was thinking.
"I was just enjoying your beauty, babe," I said.
She smiled at me. "I was worried you were dreaming something dirty."
"Actually, yes. But it's not dirty, it was beautiful."
"What is it about?" She put her knee on the edge of the bed and climbed onto the bed.
"It's about exploring." I reached for the zipper at the back of her top and lowered it, and then tried to slip it off her shoulder.
"I know what you want," she giggled and removed the top to unravel her naked upper body except for the white bra. Looking into my eyes, she climbed over my thighs and began to remove my shirt. I helped her and got rid of my pants too. She ran her palm over my boxer, measuring my growth inside it.
"Mmm... you are up." She smirked and began to pull down the boxer. I stopped her.
"Show me yours first."
Her eyes widened. "Aaah! Are you playing some games tonight?"
"Yeah, I want to watch how excited you are for me."
She looked on, without saying anything.
I turned her around and made her lie next to me and then brought her right hand between her legs. She looked at me and I gave her a long kiss.
"Baby...mmm..." I moaned into her mouth and began rubbing her palm over her pussy over the clothes slowly. I could sense the change in the pace of her breathing. She pushed her tongue into my mouth, allowing me to taste it.
After a while, I moved her palm and pushed it inside her pants. I sensed a hint of surprise from the movement of her body.
"Let's go inside..." I whispered as I pushed our hands inside her panty.
"You are making me touch myself..." Meera said.
"That’s exactly what I want you to do..." I admitted.
"No..." Meera began to pull her hand back but I held on.
"Please..."
"No... you do it."
"Today it's yours. Just tell me, are you wet down there?"
"Find it yourself."
"Tell me, my baby. I want to hear it from you."
"You are so dirty."
"Don’t you love it, my love?"
I said and kissed her again. I loosened my grip over her palm and she slowly moved it. My dick was pushing against her back and it throbbed.
"Pull it out first." Meera made a demand. I did not wait to follow her wish, and she was looking at my full erection next second.
"You want me to stroke it?" I asked.
"Mmm..."
"Okay..." I wrapped my fingers over it. "Now move your hand too, honey."
Meera watched me stroke it for a second and then turned to kiss me once before beginning to move her hand. I could sense it quickly when her fingers plunged into her pussy.
"Are you wet, baby?" I whispered.
"Mmm...slightly."
"Move it...Move it for me."
"Do you love me doing this?"
"Yes...It's hot, isn't it?"
"I don't know."
She was not sure, indeed. However, as I kept encouraging her to move her finger faster and deeper, she found her body on fire. She breathed hard and shed her inhibitions to accept that her body loved what she was doing to it. 
"Faster...baby....my sweety... go faster...mmm...yeah..."
My whispers fuelled her toward an unexpected orgasm and she suppressed her cry between her heavy breathing.
"Mmm....uhh...Krish...I'll spoil the bedsheet...I..."
After swimming across a pond of climatic pleasure she smiled to me.
"I am tired, baby."
Her voice was tired. I smiled back and kissed on her forehead.
"What about you?" She asked.
"Watching you having this much pleasure is enough for me. I have forgotten about me."
I spoke my mind.
That night we slept like we had a long session of lovemaking.
 
It was a beginning. Many nights after that we found us helping each other pleasure ourselves. The most rewarding part of it was that we never failed to achieve climatic pleasure in those nights. And the amount we spent in bed increased, as we began to enjoy the foreplay more than and actual sex. Within a few days, Meera was quite comfortable with masturbating in front of me, while I locked my eyes with hers and stroked myself.
 
Eventually, I admitted the truth to Tejas.
"You were right. Masturbation is fun."
I went on to add that Meera was so gorgeous and hot looking when she fingered herself. Tejas was surprised when I told him that. And he begged me to share more details.
"What did you do? How did you do it? Did you do it with lights on? Did she allow you to watch her cum?" His questions were never-ending.
But I did not help him with answers for any of them.
  
Our friendship was growing. Our dark fantasies weren’t the only things we shared. We talked about movies, cricket, city life, and our daily life. I attended a music concert after he invited me. Many of our friends became each other’s acquaintances.
 
On a Saturday, I invited Tejas over lunch. It was the first time Meera was seeing him.
“I am glad to meet you, Tejas. I was wondering if you were a girl because my husband was lately spending more time with you than me,” Meera joked.
Tejas laughed. “If I were a girl who wanted to hook up with Krish, then I would have died of enviousness. No girl stands a chance when you are there for him.”
Meera's eyes widened. “I guess you meant to say I am beautiful. Why don’t you say it directly?”
“Krish would have told you already; I like to talk a lot.”
Tejas said.
“Yeah he’s right,” Meera quipped.
When she went to the kitchen, Tejas turned to me.
“Your wife is smart. Normally when I visit my married friends, their wives hardly come to the living room to meet me. I am amazed to find how casually your wife is chatting with me.”
“She’s a working woman.” I said, “And you are not a stranger to her anyway.”
 
Meera returned with some drinks. We were chatting when Pratima aunt, one of our neighbours, visited to return a bowl filled with snacks. We were surprised as aunt recognised Tejas. It turned out Pratima aunt’s daughter Anamika who was in London was Tejas' friend.
“Tejas had helped her to get her passport in time,” Aunty told me. She wanted to invite Tejas to her house.
“Next time I’ll surely visit, Aunty,” Tejas refused politely. “How’s Shivraj uncle? His knee is okay now?”
Shivraj uncle had a knee surgery a month ago. Pratima aunt was surprised that he knew about it.
“Anamika told me. We speak over the phone.” Tejas said.
 
When aunt left, Meera looked at Tejas suspiciously.
“You only speak with her over the phone?”
“What?” Tejas maintained an innocent face.
“I know Anamika is very cute.”
“Oh, God! We barely met, and you’re cooking up stories.”
Tejas retorted.
I grabbed the bowl of snacks Pratima aunt had brought. Meera had earlier sent them a cake piece that she had baked previous night. She went to the kitchen and returned with a piece of it.
“This is the last piece. I had kept it for you,” she told me before giving it to Tejas. I gestured that it’s okay.
Tejas ate the cake and he was impressed.
“Oh my God! This is damn so good. So soo so-oo good!” He was licking his fingers in the end.
“You got another fan,” I told Meera.
Tejas looked at Meera. “I remember Krish telling me that his wife was an angel. I agree with him now.”
“Really?” Meera blossomed into a beautiful smile. “I don’t know whom to thank for the compliment now.”
We laughed together.
 
I told you it was the first time Meera and Tejas were seeing each other. But they were already in a comfort zone around each other, thanks to the many stories I had told them about each other. By the time we had lunch, it was felt like they had been close friends for long. Their bond was positive and joyous in every sense. And that was, perhaps, perhaps the worst thing about it.
Haven’t you heard all that glitters isn’t gold?
 
 *****           *****           *****
 
Next day Desai invited me for breakfast again. I wondered if I was going to accompany him to the psychologist again.
Desai was in a celebratory mood when I arrived at his villa. He answered the door himself and led me to the hall. He was wearing a formal shirt and its front top buttons were left open like I had seen him earlier. He was smoking his favourite beedi. The splendour and luxury of the house did not match his choice of smoke.
Desai looked a little sweaty around his neck, despite the air condition. The servants were not visible but the arrangements for a celebration were already made; a bottle of scotch, soda, snacks and everything.
I hesitated, "I don't want to drink in the daytime, Desai; unless you tell me what it is for."
Desai poured scotch into two glasses and topped it with soda.
"I insist," Desai passed one glass to me and toasted. "This is to celebrate a small accomplishment…a small wish. Finish it in one go then I'll tell you."
He looked at me in the eyes and we finished the drink together.
"Come," Desai rose and led me to his bedroom. He turned the door handle and pushed it open. "Have a look inside."
I stared at him for a second and then glanced into the room.
Ananya was sleeping in his bed with a blanket on. It didn’t take me a second to make out she was completely naked under it.
 
 
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ACON
Startup
Accident
K-III

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(05-11-2020, 02:15 AM)critic_honest Wrote:  See everyone knows that you are one hell of an exceptional & amazing writer but a few things I really wish to mention about your writing trend, Hopefully you'll take them in a positive manner.

1) I have always felt that you intentionally end each and every update with the content for which the reader came to read . Seems as if you want the reader to keep craving and force him to desperately wait for next update and when the next update comes, you again do the same thing.
let me try to explain ......
It's like, a reader reading your story is excited and is getting horny reading the update and slowly he is reaching to the point where he actualy wants to ejaculate as its getting too erotic but he is not able to climax and is left with utmost disappointment at the end of the update..You know why ????? because you don't let him ejaculate as you will always end the update at the very exact moment which he actually craved to read.
        For instance you finished the last update writing 5-6 lines about Desai and Krish finding Ananya in Desai's bed. It was the part which reader wanted to read the most but you purposely ended it there. You gave petty details in the starting 90% of the update and strategically ended it exactly at the point which reader wanted the most . I assume just to keep reader hanging and tied to the story that he will have to keep waiting for next update and trust me the next update will also be the same.The start of the update will be beat around the bush (important but not exciting)and last few lines will be ones where you will end it and again the reader will be left craving. ( I am not saying at all that the starting content is irrelevant in any way , I know it is what which is  making the story but the way you end the update is really upsetting). Would it really lessen the number of your readers if you didn't end the update there and would have written a bit more ?? 

Trust me its really really irritating and frustrating when you end every update like that.Its like intentionally snatching away the moment of peak excitement which the reader wants. He eventually have to ejaculate watching some porno or some other story just because you excited him but didn't let him finish off.You also know that you won't lose any reader if and a reader will always come back reading your story & you need to realise this by imagining yourself in readers' shoes and stop doing this petty thing. It's not some web series where you should end the episode with a plot that the user must come looking for next episode. Its an erotica and you should give something to a reader so that he feels happy at the end.
You can always take more time to write and give all the details which is the backbone of the story but at least give the reader a long update and the content they want and don't end the update like that.

2) I felt that you are way too hungry for views and comments (I know that is not wrong from an author's perspective as it encourages the writer but its really irritating the way you do it). I just saw that around 2 months back you gave a preface of story but made the viewers wait for all these months before actually start giving the updates. I'm sure if you gave a preface , then you must have had a plot ready in mind but still you made the views wait . I guess just to increase the views till you actually start writing.

why do you do it intentionally when you very well know that you're really good at writing and eventually your thread will get all the views you need.

Hopefully you will think about my views and not get offended.

It feel great when I log in to this site and see somebody has written a long paragraph to me. And if the paragraph is about someone's honest review about my story (let it be good or bad), then I feel even greater. I mean to say I'm not at all offended by your views.
I have a few thoughts to defend my style of writing. It is not something I prepared as a reply to your questions. It is rather my own justification for how I write the story the way it is.
1. About the chapter ending: 
It is true that I like to end the chapters on a high. I want my readers to be eager to read the next chapter.
I know this is basically an erotic story but without a plot that captures the reader's attention you can't have a great sex scene. So I have to build the story without losing the erotic nature of the story. I achieve this by giving hints about where the story is heading to. These hints are everywhere. But the hint that comes at the end of every chapter is the one that makes you desperate. 
In the previous chapter, I can tell you of a few hints that I could strategically end the chapter.

i) When Tejas told Krish this:
Quote:"You always talk about your wife. I think I should meet her."
ii)
Quote:Within a few days, Meera was quite comfortable with masturbating in front of me, while I locked my eyes with hers and stroked myself.
iii)
Quote:"What did you do? How did you do it? Did you do it with lights on? Did she allow you to watch her cum?" His questions were never-ending.
But I did not help him with answers for any of them.
iv) Fourth hint is where I actually ended the chapter.

The first three hints did not bother you at the time of reading because you didn't have to stop there; you were reading on. But at the fourth hint, the chapter came to an end. That's why this hint comes as jolt. When this last hint is erotic in nature, like my other friend suggested, it feels like KLPD.

My style of writing is developed on an idea that the sexual encounter in an erotic story has to happen in the reader's head. No matter what I write or how long I explain about Desai having sex with Ananya, if the reader fails to imagine this scene in his head, my writing is of no use. And if the reader is able to ejaculate thinking about it without having read a single line, then that's my story's success. If you're watching a porn and suddenly you think it's Desai fucking Ananya, then that's my story's success. If you are having sex with your wife/gf and you begins to imagine you're Desai and you're fucking Ananya, then that's my story's success.

I'm not killing your view with my justification. I understand that some of the readers are frustrated due to my habit of hanging it in the middle. But like I said, such plot points and everywhere, and I have to end the chapter in some way that captures your attention the most. I think the problem would have been solved if I were able to post the chapters every two days. It's a big IF.

2. About being hungry about views:
I don't like to agree with this, but I would be lying if I disagreed. I'm hungry for views and comments. What else am I writing here for? But I have to disagree that I manipulated my readers for it. I had posted the preface two months earlier than starting this story but it wasn't aimed at gathering views and comments even before starting the story. Since I finished my last story NODAS readers have been regularly asking me about the next one. When I revealed my plan to write Knowing...-III, they began urging me to start posting. I was getting so many private messages. I also noticed that this new site was getting a lot of old stories but very less new stories. If that trend continued, it would again be trouble for the site. So I decided to officially announce the arrival of the story by writing a preface. It was not meant to gather comments from readers; but to generate interest in other writers to write new stories. I don't know if I succeeded in that. 
I had a couple of completed chapters only in my hand when I posted the preface. That's why I kept the readers waiting for two months - to have at least ten chapters completed. But as people began to be more frustrated, I was forced to start the story. If I have a number of chapters completed, then I can keep writing peacefully. As I've noticed, it takes me one week to finish one chapter. Some chapters can take even longer than that. It's not very easy. It's not deliberately delayed.

I'm not offended, my friend. I'm actually thankful that you shared your views. I gave this long reply because I know many others too have the same views.

To other friends, you don't have to criticise the criticism unless it's about abusing/threatening/bullying. As long as it's healthy sharing of views (let it be bad review or good reviews), they should be welcomed. Everyone's views are important. Everyone's free here to share them.

Thanks for reading my story. Thanks for reading this reply too.
Love.
Krish.

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Chapter - Six


I tried hard not to make a reaction, as the truth sank into my reality with each passing moment. Seemingly asleep, Ananya had a blanket on, covering most of her body. I saw her jeans crumpled near her feet, and her kurta was hanging from the edge of the bed. I noticed a piece of clothing lying on the floor before Desai closed the door. It took me a second to recognise what I just saw was Ananya’s bra.
“I don’t want to wake up her. She’s taking a nap,” Desai said in low voice.
He surely cares for her.
Desai returned to the hall and I followed him, trying to ignore the cheap beedi smell that was emanating from him, still having no idea on what to say or how to react. I wondered what would have Desai done to her to make her sleep like that. I could make out why Desai looked sweaty and sporting a slightly-dishevelled look.
He’s been working hard.
"It is cheap thrills I know, but I thought you deserve to witness this moment. There has been a little fun game happening between us, in the background of course," Desai said and sat on the couch facing me. "This secret should be safe with you. I don't want her husband to know. I have promised her."
"Okay, you won. That’s what you want me to say, I suppose," I moved my lips, finally. I opened the bottle and poured another drink.
"Don't drink too much, Krish. You need to drive after lunch. You're dropping her home."
I gave him a look.
"You want to tell her that I know of this?"
"You’ve been there always, Krish. You are the one she trusts the most."
I mocked a dry smile.
"How's that you need me now? Did you force her?"
"Don't talk rubbish. I don't want to be with women who cannot accept me or love me in my bed. Ananya was glorious in there."
Is he trying to convey something else?
The triumphant smile on his face was annoying. I lowered my eyes to the glass in my hand and silently took a long sip.
"I have been lonely for a while. And she also, if I can believe what she told me, hadn't had sex for more than a month. So, all in all, it was a great experience. I..."
"Why are you telling me this?" I interrupted. “Do you think this all going to impress me in any way?”
Desai smiled, "I was saying I didn't need to force her at all." He licked his lips between his words. “Last time she was a bit hesitant, I can say. But this time, she was just ready.”
I was stunned.
“Last time?”
“So you didn’t know,” His smile vanished, bringing a dramatic seriousness to his face.
“No.”
“In the hut. Last time we did it was in the hut. I don’t want to hide anything from you.”
In the hut.
“You have a dirty mind, Krish.”
“Desai tried his best… but I pushed him away.”
Ananya's face telling me those lies flashed in my mind.
Desai lighted another beedi. I looked away, trying to hope that Desai could be lying. But I had already believed him. He isn’t lying about it. It is Ananya who lied.
“So you fucked her. You fucked her twice. Why don’t you stop being friendly to me?”
My voice rose and was filled with resentment. Desai was alarmed.
“Please, Krish. Don’t wake her up. Let her sleep.”
I doubted he was being sarcastic.
“You’ve fucked her too hard; isn’t that why she’s so tired? Don’t pretend you care now, Desai!”
“I know you are frustrated. And I know why. I am sorry. My apologies. Take it easy now. We are friends. Pour a drink, it’s alright.”
Desai gestured toward the bottle. I wanted to throw it on his face. But I did nothing.
Half an hour later, Ananya walked into the hall and she was shocked to see me.
"Krish!"
She had washed her face. Her lipstick and eye shadow were gone. Hair was tied together as in a hurry. Though she was properly dressed, the wrinkles on her kurta were easily noticeable.
Ananya's embarrassment grew further as I looked on, without saying a word. I saw a sense of disappointment spreading over her face.
"You are up, Ananya." Desai turned his head to her slowly. “You fell asleep so I thought I should call up Krish. What happened to you? Come, sit down here.”
Ananya walked slowly and Desai gestured her to sit down. She sat on the empty couch and Desai smiled reassuringly.
“She was not feeling well after breakfast.” He told me. “So I asked her to rest inside.”
I stared on as Ananya's face lowered.
“Don’t be nervous, Ananya. Krish is my friend too and he will drop you home safely.”
He looked at me. “Right, Krish?”
I nodded quickly, “yeah.”
“Let’s have lunch. I have everything ready.” Desai said.
“I will manage myself,” Ananya spoke up.
“No. I don’t want to put you in any troubles, baby. Your clothes are slightly out of shape. He’ll drop you.”
Ananya looked at me, helplessly. I was equally embarrassed. I felt like a pimp whose only job left was to drop her back home.
Ananya didn't want to stay for lunch. I thanked her silently and we left the place soon. Ananya sat in the front seat of the car. She remained silent for a while as he drove, as though she was expecting me to ask her about it. I, however, did not say a word.
“I am sorry Krish,” Ananya said finally.
I threw a glance at her.
“Why?”
“I lied to you.”
“What happened now? Keep your secret yourself.”
I said dejectedly.
“I was ashamed to tell you the truth, Krish.” Ananya's voice became sober. “You always tried to help me; you warned me many times but I did not listen. I just…”
“It’s alright,” I said. “I am not mad that you slept with him. I don’t want to be a hypocrite. We have had a past; we both have cheated on our partners. I have no right to advise you to be faithful. Desai is a crooked man; I fear him, to be honest. I’ve been trying to stop you from falling into his trap. But looking at you now, I realise that my worst fear wasn’t about you being manipulated into his bed; it was rather about the possibility of you coming to terms with that manipulation.”
Ananya did not speak for a while. She kept her face down as I too refrained from speaking.
Ananya took a deep breath. “I too have been a bit scared of him. Always; perhaps because of you or others who told me stories about him. Of course, I wouldn’t have agreed to join the trip if you weren’t there. But I can tell you that one day he was going to make me say yes to another trip. Because somehow he had managed to convince me that I can always say no to him. When I went to dinner with him he spoke about his personal life; about his wife and children who are not with him, and about many women who were in his life. Fearing he would try to make me another of many women in his life, I had already made up excuses. But he did not ask me. He arranged for the cab and ensured my safe return. I was surprised that he did not even make a joke in the wrong direction. He was quite emotional, in a way I had never imagined of him. That’s why I messaged you, just to tell you that you don’t need to doubt him.”
She paused and took a deep breath.
“Last Sunday too, you saw how nice he was. He managed to convince you that it is okay to let him take me to that hut. You and I never thought he could do something there. It wasn’t like he was waiting for it the whole day. It just happened. When we reached there, we got inside that hut; and there was a cot along with other things kept by its owner. Desai said it’s such a beautiful place that he would consider regretting not to bring me alone for the trip. It was the first time he was telling me something suggestive like that. I didn’t know what to say and he asked me if I would go with him for another day trip like this. I hesitated, and he asked me if I didn’t like to be with my boss. He took my hand and tried to hug me. I froze. Honestly, I did not know until then that I did not possess the guts to stop him. I don’t know why. He was hugging me, his arms around me becoming stronger and he was saying how much he wanted to be close to me. Then he kissed me. I thought I should stop him before it went too far, but he said…” Ananya threw a glance at me and went on, “He said ‘no, don’t stop me now Ananya.’ I felt powerless, completely. Like giving silent permission. He lifted me in his arms and carried me to the cot. I knew what was going to happen but I did not have the power to stop him. A part of my mind was convinced that I was too indebted to him to deny his wish.”
The word she chose delivered a blow to my psyche.
“It looks like he wants to make you feel indebted.” Meera's voice came to my mind.
“I am not indebted.” I had claimed then.
Is it how he snares his prey?
Ananya went on, “He was trying to cheer me up, talking about his excitement as it was the first time he felt attracted to a woman in a year or so.”
I turned my face away from her to hide the laughter that began to appear on my face.
In a year or so!
I remembered how Desai had been stalking Meera in and out of her office for six months. He was even ready to risk his public image to have another chance to sleep with her.
“I don’t believe he never had sex in a year.” I blurted.
Ananya stared at me.
“I don’t know about that. I haven’t thought about it.”
“It doesn’t matter, ultimately.”
“Nothing matters now, Krish. I feel like that.”
“When the farm owner and his men came to me and asked why I was there, I was scared because I thought if they found a young woman and a man in their hut it wouldn’t have a nice ending. I lied to them that I was alone and I had to chat with them to distract them. Honestly, I was praying that you guys should not show up in the middle of it. I had no idea that…”
I stopped.
“I am sorry Krish,” Ananya's voice was weak.
“I am sorry too.”
We spent a few minutes in silence. It was like we knew what happened and how it happened. And we were convinced that it was inevitable.
“What happened today?”
I asked after a long silence.
“Today he invited me for breakfast. He said you would also come.”
I looked at her. I had become a tool for Desai to manipulate her. I said nothing.
Ananya went on, “I was still hesitant. But he said he would pack the breakfast and come to my place. Left with no choice, I agreed. When I reached there, I asked him about you. He said you wouldn’t come and he said it’s good. I understood what he meant. I tried to say no but…but I was not doing it vehemently. We had breakfast and then he took me to his room.”
“Now he knows how to get it when he wants to. This is going to repeat, isn’t it?”
I asked.
Ananya took a moment to think.
“I don’t know.”
It certainly doesn’t mean no. I thought.
“You don’t hate him for what he did there, do you?”
“What do you think?”
I remembered what Meera had told me about the night with Desai. Aggressive and non-stop sex. He hadn’t allowed her to sleep. He wasn’t a man who would be satisfied with one lucky day.
“How many times did he do it, today?”
I asked.
Ananya looked at me, puzzled.
“What?”
“Do you think he was satisfied?”
“He can never be satisfied,” Ananya said. “You saw what he did to my lips last time. Today he did it all over my body. He said he couldn’t get enough of me last time. He was rough like a beast, and he never slows down until he gets there. I…” Ananya paused and pointed to the left. “Can you pull over there, please?”
“What happened?”
I turned the car to left and stopped.
“I should get a pill.”
Ananya said, without facing me.
“He didn’t wear a condom?” My voice rose enough to startle her.
“I didn’t have the freedom to ask.”
She blurted and began to get down. I stopped her.
“Wait, I’ll get you that one.”
I went to the medical store and felt a déjà vu. How many times?
I returned with the pill in a minute.
“What about last time?” I asked while getting inside the car.
“I was safe then,” She said.
“Oh,” I sighed. “He planned that so well. I suggest you blackmail him after two months, saying you are pregnant.”
Ananya looked at me.
“You are joking, aren’t you?”
She asked.
“You still didn’t answer my question. This is going to repeat, isn’t it?”
Ananya looked at me, helplessly.
“I would like to be honest with you,” I went on. “If you think you are okay with him, I should no longer hang around trying to protect you.”
“I like you being around me.”
“For what?”
“I don’t have a specific answer. Perhaps you know me better than Sam does.” She was looking into my eyes. I felt she was trying to convey something to me without being explicit, through her eyes.
“Tell me about your stance with Desai. Tell me about the future. Speak your mind, considering all aspects like keeping your job and financial security that he assures, and also the sex he provides.”
“Though I was manipulated, it was also consensual,” Ananya spoke slowly. “Feeling indebted is also a form of bond. He was a bit rough on me, maybe because of lack of time, or the fact that he was loveless for a year; he was rough, in fact; it ached for a day. I knew it was not meant to be a joy-ride. But he eventually made me tell it was good. He made me scream. He made me forget the ritualistic sex I had with Sam five days ago. In the end, you know, it was easy to convince me that my body needed it. If I were a woman in love with him, it would have felt great. He may look ugly to the world, Krish. But to the woman he loves, he can be a conqueror. I am not looking for any affair. I want to keep my marriage. But I am not a chaste woman, anyway.”
More than Ananya indirectly conceding the possibility of going to bed with Desai again, her claim that ‘feeling indebted' was a form of bond hurt me. And the way she justified everything sank me in a pool of despair.
My nightmares were coming back. I was beginning to doubt Meera because she had made me believe Desai was a disappointment. It was not true.

Desai's successful seduction of Ananya had certainly hurt my ego. But as time passed I decided to look at it a bit selfishly. I thought Desai would be happy to have Ananya and I hoped it would keep him away from my wife. I forced myself to see it a win-win situation for me because whatever happened wasn’t my fault.
I was a fool. I would learn the hard truth very soon.

A few weeks later, Sam phoned me.
"I'm fucked up, Krish," He said. "I should have listened to you."
A bolt of lightning crossed my mind. I knew it must be about Ananya.
"What happened?"
"I need a drink first," he said.
We met in a bar. He led me to a private room and ordered the drinks.
"Make it quick," he hurried the waiter.
Sam's panic-ridden face and dishevelled look foretold me about his mental state. I sat with a fake sense of seriousness as I already knew what he was going to tell me.
"What is it about?" I spoke in a low voice.
Sam spoke only after he gulped down his first drink. His eyes had turned red.
"Ananya is cheating on me."
I said nothing for a few seconds before I spoke.
"With whom?"
My question sounded to be the fakest one I've ever asked anyone.
"S... Susheel Desai,” Sam blurted.
I sighed, "How do you know?"
"His...his driver phoned me. He knows me and Ananya. He told me that she was with Susheel Desai Saturday night."
Saturday night.
Sam said he had been watchful ever since I told him about Desai's character. Ananya was also aware of her husband's worry and she was taking extra care not to make things worse. Sam used to check her phone logs and initially, there was nothing. But then he once noticed Ananya talking to someone in low voice and later the call was missing from the call history. It was an easy guess that she was hiding it from him.
"And today, Desai’s driver called me and told me what's happening."
"Why did his driver tell on his boss?"
I wondered.
I remembered the story Desai told me about his old driver. I have noticed Desai behave benevolently with the current one too. Why would his driver betray him?
"I have no idea, Krish. I have no idea about anything. My head is burning." Sam scratched through his hair.
"Have you talked to Ananya?" I asked. "What if you have a misunderstanding?"
"It's no misunderstanding." Sam's voice was stern. "I can feel it, Krish. You warned me from the first day. I was greedy. Oh, God! I don’t know what to do. I don’t know what to do with Ananya.”
“Sam, don’t think hastily. First, you need to confirm it happened.”
“Come on, Krish. Don’t think I am a fool. I am her husband. The thought that her rich boss has fucked her is killing me. Tell me something about what to do next. I can’t think straight. I should confront her first. But I am scared I would kill her.”
I remembered his advice on the night when we together had followed Meera and Thomas on a party night, years ago. That day I was the one destined to face the apparent betrayal of my wife. And Sam had given me the advice to keep calm and save my marriage without making a ruckus.
“Sam. Just listen. I know your head is hot. I’ve been in this situation before, you know that better. We both had mistaken Meera once, but then we were proved wrong. So my advice is not to jump into conclusions and do stupid things. Let’s first ask Ananya nicely. We can confront Desai too if you want.”
I did not want to tell him the truth. I thought it was possible to make him believe he was wrong. I thought if both Ananya and Desai denied the truth and came up with a convincing story, then Sam would be forced to believe he was wrong.
Sam was staring at me.
“Do you think Desai would be so innocent to confess?” He asked.
“It won’t be tough to find if they are lying,” I said.
Sam thought over it and then shook his head.
“You must come with me. Let’s go to Ananya first.”
I agreed.
Before we headed to his house, I took a break from him and phoned Ananya.
“Ananya, listen carefully. Sam has found out that you were with Desai last Saturday. He’s with me and he’s coming to confront you. But I want you to be calm and stop…”
“Are you crazy?” Ananya interrupted me. “I weren’t with Desai last Saturday.”
I was speechless for a moment.
She’s trying to cover it up already.
“Ananya,” I took a deep breath. “There is no use of telling me that lie. You should rather convince Sam.”
“I am not lying, Krish. You are the last person I would lie about this.”
Ananya said.
“But Desai's driver phoned Sam and told him that you were with Desai that night.”
“What? Liar!” Ananya's voice rose. “He’s lying. He’s either lying or he’s confused. How does he know Sam?”
I had no answer.
“Can you prove your side? He’s coming to you.”
“Let him come. I am telling you the truth, Krish. I was here only. I can prove it.”
“Alright then,” I said in the end. “This c0nversation never happened.”
I accompanied Sam to his flat. I didn’t want to go there, but I was worried if he would resort to violence when she denies his allegation.
However, my worry proved wrong as Ananya stood by her words.
“Last Saturday was our Susmita aunt’s child’s birthday. They had invited me for the cake cutting. You can go there and ask them if you want. They had mentioned it to you on Friday. Remember?”
Susmita aunt and her husband lived on the upper floor of the building.
Sam looked at me. His facial expression and a slight node told me he was convinced.
Ananya went on, “and don’t bring your friends here if you have something like this to ask me. I feel insulted.”
“I am sorry, dear,” Sam said. “When Desai’s driver told me this, I couldn’t think straight. Krish accompanied me to stop me if I did something stupid.”
“Desai's driver!” Ananya scoffed. “How the hell he would know your phone number in the first place? And do you think Desai's driver would introduce himself to you before betraying his employer? Somebody must have fooled you.”
I couldn’t stop smiling like a fool.
“She is right, Sam. It must be someone aware of how you found your job. Someone jealous,” I said.
Sam tried calling the informer but the phone number was unreachable.
When I went home I could not stop comparing how our brains and Ananya's brain processed the information.
Sam already knew about the birthday invitation. But he forgot it when somebody told him his wife was cheating on him.
I knew a couple of things about Desai's driver. First, he would never tell on Desai. Second, even if he did, he wouldn’t risk his job by revealing his identity.
And Ananya? She did not panic at all. Because she was not with Desai on Saturday and hence she was able to think logically.
I thought I learnt a thing about the human brain that day. Fuck.
None of us had any idea we were being outplayed.

A few days later Sam came to my workplace. He wanted to talk to me in private.
I took him to the unfinished top floor of the building.
“What happened now?”
I asked.
“He confessed that he had sex with my wife,” Sam said.
I was stunned.
“Who?”
“Susheel Desai. I confronted him and he confessed.”
I could not believe it.
Sam explained how he got suspicious after Ananya mentioned about the phone call from Desai's driver.
“I never told her I got his phone call. But she already knew. How?”
It was me who told her about the phone call, idiot. I did not say.
Sam went on, “But I did not want to confront her again. She’s very clever. So I went to see Susheel Desai's driver, to learn the truth. I could not see him but Susheel Desai recognised my name when the gatekeeper asked him for permission. He let me inside. I did not tell Susheel Desai about his driver. I told him that I have information about his affair with my wife. I couldn’t scold him but I questioned him for betraying me and my family after showing so much empathy. He gave us hope in our life, that’s true, but what he did was unforgivable.”
“And what did he say?”
“He said sorry.”
I was stunned. It was impossible.
“He did not try to defend himself?”
“He knew I was right. His head was down. He said everything I said was right. He sought my forgiveness. He said Ananya can’t be blamed for it as it was his fault. He said he had called Ananya to help him finish a document but then he lost control of himself. Ananya was too weak to defend herself. She was scared that she would lose her job and it weakened her defence. He sought my forgiveness repeatedly and told me he’s ready to do corrective measures whatever I wanted.”
Sam was revealing another side of Desai. I never thought he was sorry after exploiting Meera.
“And he asked me a favour; not to confront Ananya. He said she was shattered after the incident and was having suicidal thoughts for betraying her husband. Desai felt compelled to keep her with him for the night, and he spent all the night convincing her to forget the incident as if it never happened. He begged me to never tell her that I know the truth; because she would not forgive herself. He was scared of the possibility of me going to him again and telling him how I lost her forever.”
“But she told us about the birthday.” I interrupted.
“This incident happened a week before that.”
Desai had promised him that he would never repeat the mistake. He made Sam promise that he would never confront his wife about it.
“Are you going to listen to him?” I asked in the end.
“I don’t know, Krish. Should I confront her?”
I spent a moment to think and then gave him the exact piece of advice he had given me years ago.
“She loves you, Sam. I know about Desai. He’s very clever when it’s about getting what he wants. You should not quarrel with Ananya over this. After all, Desai helped you when you most needed. Whatever happened has happened. You can’t reverse it. You can do nothing except ruin what you have. He also promised he would not repeat it, and that should be the end of it.”
Sam kept his stare on the ground for long and then looked at me.
“Okay,” he nodded.
I wanted to confront Desai over his instant confession. I felt he should have defended himself and tried to convince Sam that his doubt was nothing but a misconstruction. I thought though Sam had promised to not to confront his wife, there was a limit for everything.
He will ask her one day. I knew.
However, I could not meet Desai for many days and my plan to confront him did not materialise.

**** **** **** ****

A few weeks later when I saw Sam, he was quite happy. He mentioned that I gave him the right advice.
“She does not know that I know, Krish. I think it is best to leave it as it is. I am trying to forget it. As if it never happened,” he said.
I was glad that my little piece of advice had worked. I also wondered about how he ended up assaulting his old boss for making an indecent proposal about his wife.
However, I was not sure if Desai would so easily let go of a beautiful woman whom he had the liberty to sleep with on every weekend.
That following weekend I learnt Sam had gone to Mumbai. I phoned Ananya but she did not pick up even after many calls. I knew something was not right.
Desai phoned me in the morning. He wanted to see me. We had breakfast at his home while chatting casually.
“Ananya was with me last night,” he revealed out of blue. “She left this morning.”
For a few seconds, I forgot to swallow what I was eating.
“But you promised something else to her husband.”
I said.
“Right,” Desai shook his head slowly. “But he did not want me to keep my promise.”
I looked at him in disbelief.
“Krish, you need to understand the politics of social power,” Desai went on. “Right decision at the right time is what pulls our life ahead of others. If you name it pimping, it can be difficult to accept. But if you look at it more realistic way, it is just a form of friendship. Many people embrace such form of friendship to get ahead in their lives. I have friends who would be pleased to allow me or their bosses sleep with their wives. I know of powerful men who have let their wives sleep with more powerful men. What did your friend do when he found out? Nothing? No. He embraced the reality because it was an opportunity. He lost nothing. You too will lose nothing. You know that your wife has already slept with me once. I bet you feel bad because it was without your consent. Now try doing it with your consent, I promise you, it won't feel bad. It gets you certain power over her, and certain power over me.”
As he went on trying to convince me, I wanted to scream at him.
“Bastard, who are you talking to? Do you have any idea about my past? Yes, I have allowed my wife to fuck other men. I have watched other men shove their dicks deep into her pussy. I have celebrated her orgasms, I didn't have a problem, you rat! But for you, no. It's a big no, moron; no matter how long you preach!”
But the words that came out of my mouth were different.
“I know the politics you're talking about, Desai. But there's a little thing called conscience. It is my choice. It will never allow me to go through the pain I had to live once.”
“What if Meera has another choice? What if she's willing to do it for her or you? I'm not saying you should push her to try out. Just give her a chance to decide on her choice. Let her go on a date with me. Just a simple date.”
“I know what your simple date would do to my life,” I said.
Desai smiled at me.
"Krish, your belief that men can’t stand the sight of their wives taken by someone else is wrong. Even after what I did with your wife, you still live a beautiful life with her. So does your friend Sam. His wife was in my bed this morning, but that doesn't mean she belongs to me. She is his wife, his property. I'm just having a little fun. In return, he would only prosper in his life."
“Stop preaching me, Desai.” I slowly pushed my plate away. “My hatred for you won’t be a surprise for you. And it is just a reflection of Meera's feelings for you.”
I said and left the table in a hurry. I washed my hands and left the house without caring to say another word to him. He was still sitting on the dining table.
As I walked out of the house, I saw his driver in the garden. I walked over to him and asked why he betrayed his boss. His gently smile vanished and he gave me a confused look.
“You phoned the husband of a woman and told him that Desai is sleeping with his wife, didn’t you?”
“Oh, that!” The man smiled at me again. “I didn't betray my boss. I only did what he told me to do.”
I was stunned.
Everything was getting clear as plain water. It was Desai's plan from the beginning. He wanted Sam to know and confront him so that he could buy him. He carried out his plan perfectly and now he can have Ananya whenever he wanted.
A few days later, Sam returned the cash he had borrowed from me. I remembered Desai's words.
“In return, he would only prosper in his life."

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Chapter – Seven
 
I had decided I would never talk to Desai again. I ignored his phone calls for the rest of that day. But it did not stop him from coming to me, the next day.
He told me it wasn't nice to leave in the middle of a conversation.
“I wasn’t enjoying the conversation,” I said. “You weren’t paying attention to what I was saying.”
Desai took me to his cabin. It was locked since he wasn’t visiting for many days. We waited outside as a staff came and opened the room.
My inner self was reeling in disgust that I was again talking to this moron. I found it difficult to keep a calm face to my colleagues around me. I was not in a mood to smile.
“I can tell you where you got it wrong, Krish.” Desai gestured me to sit as we walked inside the room. “Your friend has no problem to let his wife have some fun with her boss. He understands that I only need fun, momentary fun. I never want to destroy someone else’s marital life. I am a businessman. I like to be the boss. No one in this world has suffered for showing a little gratitude to my services. I provide. I improve the lives of those people who lent me room to dominate a little. I am a giver, Krish. I am not a taker. I realise this more than anyone else, and that’s the reason behind my confidence. When I thought of befriending Meera, I never meant to become a reason to spoil her marital life. It would remain the same. Like Sam and Ananya's. Ananya still doesn’t know that her husband knows. If you can tolerate a little shame of that sort, then we’ll see our friendship going a lot forward, buddy. You’ll never regret it.”
He was coming back to Meera. He was spoiling my day.
“My wife just hates you, Desai,” I said, my eyes fixed on his face. “You have to understand that.”
“Ananya too hated me, if I have to believe you.”
 “She still does.” I mocked a smile. “She’s just scared to show it.”
Desai smiled. “You have to see it once to believe the truth. She loves what I give her in bed. She worships me.”
I was stunned by not only what he said but also his confidence to say it.
“I don’t know what you are saying. You are just flattering yourself.”
“You should ask your wife to be honest. Don’t hurt her. She loves you. But it did not stop her from enjoying when I was giving her a different kind of pleasure. You must be compelled to hate me more but I recommend you too should learn to enjoy this kind of pleasure. Have you ever been with any women other than Meera?”
I just stared at him.
He went on. “I think you should try it once. I can help you. Do you like Ananya? She’s a gorgeous woman I know you’ll like her. Just imagine having sex with her. In my place, in my bed, she’ll be naked and you’ll be pushing your dick deep into her body, making her cry. She would love it. She likes you, I know that. You too would love it.”
I couldn’t decide whether I should be angry or laughing at him.
“Desai… look…”
“Don’t be hasty to reply…” he interrupted me. “I know you love your wife. There’s no doubt in that. But you are also a man. The pleasure of mating with a young woman like Ananya in secrecy can be anyone’s fantasy. I won’t believe if you have never thought fondly about her. It is natural. We love gulab jamun but it doesn’t mean we can’t enjoy rasagulla. Think about it and then tell me. I can convince Ananya. She likes you.”
I forced a laugh.
“Desai, you are trying to tempt me, I can understand that. But how come you don’t think it would scare me more because you are selling Ananya out for your benefits? It just makes it obvious that you will be doing the same with Meera once you had her.”
“No,” Desai replied quickly and casually as if he was ready with the answer already. “Meera is a gift. Nothing in this world comes in exchange for her. You can understand it from my persistence. I just want to live those moments again, Krish. Those moments… I want to look into her eyes once again while pushing my thing deep into her body. Krish, I promise I won’t hurt her. I promise you.”
I wanted to fly across his desk and punch him.
Desai went on as if he read my mind. “I know you would be even thinking of attacking me like in the bar earlier. But I wish you understand why I am doing this… You know, in the nights I still have memories of her. I remember the night I spent with her and it devastates me. It's like getting the taste of a delicious meal but not able to finish it. She's the most beautiful women I have ever slept with and I'm disappointed that I could not satisfy her that night. I feel worthless after that. I want to prove that I can do it. I want her to remember me and become wet by that thought. Please allow me to do that, for just once, Krish. You tell me the cost. I know I would only offend you if I offered you money. You can tell me what you want from me.”
“Your words are becoming unbearably dirty, Desai. I don’t know when I will be losing control over me again.”
I grunted.
Desai shook his head. “Think over it, Krish. You can go now.”
 
That night I could not stop overthinking about the things he was boasting of. More than what he did to Meera and Ananya, I hated him for being proud of it. I tried to find solace in his confession that he could not satisfy Meera completely.
One thing was becoming clear. The threat was never going to end.
 
A day later Lalit came to me.
“Your friendship with big boss saved your ass this time, Krish. Next time it might not happen. Understand?” he grunted.
I nodded.
I did not call Desai to thank him. I knew it was safer to stay away from him.
 
 *****       *****       *****
 
A few days later we went to watch a film with Tejas. Our plan initially did not include him. But he came along when he learnt about our plan. In the hall, he sat on my left and fought with Meera for her popcorn after finishing his and mine.

While returning he followed us to market. If I remember it was two weeks before Diwali, and the streets were heavily congested. We parked the car at paid parking and boarded the city bus to reach the market. After two hours of shopping and bargaining with loud street vendors, we returned. During the return trip by the city bus, there was a small incident. The bus was overcrowded and passengers were sandwiched between seats and aisles. The bus moved at snail’s speed due to heavy traffic and more passengers were being boarded. I was standing next to Tejas and he was right behind Meera. As we were pushed to make space for more passengers, I moved forward and Tejas allowed me to stand behind Meera. As the bus went over a speed bump, I couldn’t help but notice the softness of her ass onto which I was jamming myself due to the pressure from behind. In a matter of seconds, I was carrying a boner in my pants. Normally I would have been embarrassed or at least scared of being caught trying to take advantage of the situation, but the reality that it was my wife’s ass which I was rubbing my dick into was giving me the courage. It was unexpected, and I was simply impressed by the kinky idea of doing this stuff with my wife while being surrounded by pubic. I adjusted my body to place my bulge exactly between her ass crack, over the kurta of course and immersed myself in the imaginary pleasure of stuffing it inside her. I immediately decided that the first thing I would do when I reach home would be making that fantasy come true. I would just carry her to our bed and rip her clothes. It had been long since we had anal sex before that.
As the bus went over another speed bump, I skilfully managed to bring my right arm down to her hip and held her. I had forgotten that we were on a moving bus and that my friend was standing behind me. I slowly grabbed the softness of her belly from the sides and pushed my body further into her. Meera turned and looked into my eyes like she was surprised at my act.
“What are you doing, Krish?”
I didn’t believe she did not know what I was doing. I winked at her and moved my palm upward to touch her breasts. She looked straight forward now as if granting me a silent approval. I slowly caressed the softness with one hand and then slowly brought another hand too, to grab her from both sides. I was taking complete advantage of the situation. 
The bus took a sudden brake and the whole passengers suffered a light jolt, and during this, my eyes accidentally fell at a man sitting on the seat right to me. The man – a thirty-year-old – was smiling at me. I knew he was watching me in action, and I smiled at him. He nodded at me as if asking me to continue.
It was the kinkiest thing I had done for a long time. I was again grabbing my wife’s boobs and grinding my dick behind her ass while this stranger was watching me in action, while I knew he was thinking of Meera as a woman who’s playful enough to let a stranger take advantage of the overcrowded situation in the bus. I knew the man would be jealous of me, and it aroused me further. I thought I would ejaculate in my pants any time soon.
However, the trip ended before that and we had to get down.
We dropped Tejas at his place and hurried home. I was the one hurrying. The moment we entered our apartment, I took Meera in my arms and began kissing her.
She touched between my legs straightaway and hissed.
“Mmm… still strong…”
She mumbled and I smiled.
Before felling her into the bed I took off her kurta and kissed around her neck.
“You were sexy baby…I wanted to have you right there…”
I whispered and undid my pants.
She lay in bed and took off her pants. I helped her throw it aside and jumped in between her legs.
“Oh really, then why did you stop?” She asked playfully.
“People were watching…”
I said and kissed her.
She darted her tongue into my mouth, allowing my suck on it first, and then we were sucking each other’s lips madly.
“So what? Huh?” She asked while panting as we broke the kiss.
I was enticed by her tease.
“Yeah,” I pulled her panty along her thighs by lifting her legs and kissed under her knees. “I shouldn’t have stopped, I know baby.”
Meera smiled at me and removed her bra to present her body in its complete glory. I couldn’t blink. “Oh my god, you are so beautiful, baby.”
“Come,” she extended her arms to me.
I lowered my body between her legs, and I guided my dick into her hole straightaway.
“Aaah…mmm…” Meera let out a moan.
“I wanted to do this while we were on the bus…” I whispered before I started moving my body.
“Mmm…I know what was in your mind, pervert.” She giggled.
“Pervert… you would have loved it too, wouldn’t you?” I asked.
“Mmm…it would be hot. Yea..”
I was increasing my pace. Her arms formed a circle around me and her legs locked me in another while I kept ramming hard into her. In my mind, I was back in the bus and I imagined me lifting her kurti and hurrying to pull out my dick. A man’s hand appeared as if to help me and I saw him pulling Meera's pants for me. Meera bent forward a little and I pushed my dick into her. I was thanking the stranger in my mind while plunging my dick deep into her. As I remembered how envious the man on the bus was, I felt my dick throbbing inside Meera and I increased my pace even more. I felt like cumming in a few minutes and I groaned.
“Meera… my baby…aaah….”
We were panting together as I collapsed on to her. I rolled to the side as I pulled out and she grabbed my face to kiss me.
“When are we boarding that bus again?” she asked as we both came to our normal breathing, and we smiled.
“Very soon,” I said.
 
Next morning I told her about the man in the seat who saw my grabbing her. She was laughing.
Then she said. “You know, before you, Tejas was standing behind me. And I think he was also getting uncomfortable because he was rubbing his body against me. At once I looked at him over my shoulder and asked what he was doing. He was embarrassed and he said my body smells great.”
I was stunned.
“What did you say then?”
“I told him don’t be stupid.”
“And?”
“He said it was beyond his control. But he was making efforts to avoid it because he wasn’t as hard as you were, I can tell you that from experience,” Meera laughed.
I knew why he wasn’t ‘as hard as’ I was, but I was saddened by the truth. Ironically, the fact that he didn’t ‘impress’ my wife with his size earned more of my attention than the fact that he did get to enjoy the feeling of her body. I felt Meera's response would have hurt him.
“You didn’t need to be harsh to him, baby. He was stuck in there.”
“He was okay, Krish. I saw him. He was okay.” Meera assured me.
 
Later one thing came to my mind. I was thinking Meera hadn’t seen me before she gave me that surprised look, asking me ‘What are you doing, Krish?’. But Meera was already aware of Tejas rubbing his dick behind her ass. What she possibly did not know was when I took Tejas’ position.
This idea gave me the possibility that Meera would have mistaken me as Tejas, for a few minutes at least, while letting herself being gratified by the kinky experience.
It was not a nice idea to believe. I was not disturbed by my friend taking advantage of my wife. It was rather about me and my wife taking advantage of being comfortable with a kinky situation like that.
I did not want to go back in time and repeat the same old mistakes. But my reservations lasted until there was an opportunity.
 
A few days later we visited a local temple. Meera wore a cream saree and simple make up. She still looked stunning and I commented that she was going to test other men’s devotion at the temple.
“It’s not my fault,” she retorted.
While returning I suggested we pay a visit to an apartment Tejas had mentioned me a day before. Meera asked me to call him. Tejas joined us an hour later. The apartment was spacious and located in a posh area. But it came with a price.
“It’s too costly, Krish. We can’t afford it,” Meera whispered in my ears.
It was beginning to drizzle and we hurried to get back in our car.
“I think we should stop looking for an apartment for us and start looking for one for Tejas,” I told Meera while driving.
Meera looked at me puzzled. “Why?”
“Because I am going to take his apartment. That’s the only option left.”
“I will go to Nagpur. Don’t worry about me.” Tejas explained about his married sister who was settled in Nagpur.
“Then I want to see his apartment,” Meera said.
“Yeah, why not?” I was ready and turned to Tejas to see his reaction. “How about now?”
Tejas looked puzzled.
“Not now.” He said. “It’s not clean. I will tell you once I clean it. Otherwise, Meera would not like it.”
I smiled. I knew he didn’t want Meera to see the posters on his bedroom wall.
 
We stopped for snacks as per Tejas’ suggestion.  The drizzling had stopped and the place was crowded. It was a fifty metre long street with several food stalls. 
“Let's have it all.” He said while looking at the long line of food stalls.
“All? Are you so starving?” Meera asked.
His idea was different and fun. We took a walk first till the farthest end of the street, surveying the available choices.
“Let's start from the momos,” Tejas said. We agreed. However, he ordered only two plates.
“We have a lot of dishes to taste, and only one belly to fill,” he said.
We shared the momos between us. After momos, we had samosa chaat, kheema pav, pani puri, vada pav, dhokla, Mava Jalebi, kulcha, and mango ice cream until our stomach was full despite sharing the plate between us. We were having kheema pav when the drizzling returned. And in a matter of seconds, it became heavy and there was panic among the public. Everyone ran and took shelter under whatever shades available. Meera had her kheema plate in the right hand and while grabbing onto a wooden pole of a stall with left. The vendors were trying to calm the visitors down saying the rain would go away soon. I noticed a small tarpaulin sheet hanging above Meera's head. The accumulated water drops were flowing through it, and Meera too noticed it just in time. She grabbed its lowest edge and held it high and farthest as possible. The wind was making it worse for her as it simply began displacing the front pleats of her saree. The unpleated pallu got wrinkled and became narrow, exposing her blouse and waist.
I was stuck under another tarpaulin sheet a few metres from her, and instead of rushing to help her, I was rather enjoying the sight of her flawless belly and stunningly perfect shape of what she was hiding inside that blouse. I forgot to breathe for a moment, to be honest. I wanted to run to her and rub my face into the soft skin of her waist and beyond. It was something I could do any time any day, but thinking of it when it was impossible simply made me desire for it.
Next moment I realised I was staring at my wife’s body like a pervert and forced myself to look away. That's when I realised Meera had become the sole attraction of many men around me. Everyone’s eyes were simply measuring her waist and breasts as quick as possible, and I knew everyone was stunned by the visual treat they were receiving.
When Meera looked at me I pretended I wasn’t aware of her situation. I don’t know whether I was saving her from the embarrassment or I was giving the voyeur men a little more time. It ended only when the rain stopped suddenly as if by remote control.
Everything was normal then, except that I was carrying a bulge inside my pants. It stayed for long in my head. Even when we reached home I wasn’t able to forget the sight.
There was no need to forget it.
“You were too hot there, Meera,” I grabbed Meera and held her close to my body and ran my fingers up her arms, our noses rubbing against each other.
“Ah-ha!” Meera laughed, “Oh you saw it? You dirty husband; you were pretentious as if you saw nothing.”
“I saw nothing, trust me,” I said. “But I want to.”
I bent down and kissed over her belly. Meera giggled.  I pressed her non-existent love handles and moved my lips to her navel.
“Mmm…” I licked around it. “Men were going crazy over this. At least a dozen of them would have dreamt of doing this to you.”
“You are a pervert.” Meera laughed and pushed me away. “I had noticed you then and there.”
“Don’t you love me?” I asked.
“Of course I love you. Come.” She grabbed my hand and led me to the bedroom.
“Take off your pants,” she said and climbed onto the bed. My shirt and pants flew in the air in a matter of seconds and l was lying on my back, naked, in the bed very soon. Meera did not take off her saree but took off its front pleats to expose her blouse and waist to me. She knelt beside me and grabbed my pole as soon as I undid my boxer.
“You are ready,” she whispered.
“Yes. I am ready for my baby.”
Meera lifted her saree to her thigh and removed her panty and then climbed over me. She knew how to please me. She knew my needs more than me. I moaned and submitted to the unrivalled sense of pleasure as she guided my dick into her warm pussy with complete control over the proceedings. I watched her eyes coming to close as her body welcomed me, and it thrilled me that I was making her do it. Once I was in, she did not look at me before she started riding me. I ran my palms over her stomach, trying to have a feel of the flawlessness she possessed there. After a while, she undid a few hooks of her blouse and smiled at me. She was a goddess.
“I love you,” She whispered again.
“I love you too,” I said and gestured her to come closer. She bent forward to kiss me. I hugged her tight and bite her lips before opening my mouth. She knew that I was thirsty. A moment later, she was spitting into my mouth and I was swallowing it with greed.
“Move it, Krish,” she whispered into my mouth. I began moving my hip upward and began to fuck her, while she moved hers downward. She moaned and licked all over my face.
“You are my dirty husband. I love you,” she was mouthing words I loved to hear.
“Oh, my baby… aaah…”
I groaned.
“Aaah…ahhh…aah…aah…aaah..”
As our pace and breathing united to become one, there came a moment I could not hold it anymore. I groaned and stopped, and let it all flow out and fill her.
It was awesome.
When we finished she was breathing faster than me.
“Are you happy now, baby?” she asked.
“I am not done for the day.”
“Ah-ha!” Meera turned to me and cuddled on my side. “What are you planning to do?”
“I want to eat you. And I am thirsty too.”
Meera planted a cute kiss on my cheek.
“That’s a lovely promise. I will feed you myself, tonight.”
She said.
 
Three families from our neighbourhood vacated their apartments that week. Many families had already shifted. I met Tejas and his house owner to have a final agreement over my shifting. Tejas was ready to move out immediately. He had spoken to his sister in Nagpur and he only needed to pack his household items.
 
Saturday I went to help him despite him repeatedly saying it was not needed.
"We can help each other," I said.
When I reached his place, I met his neighbour couple Pawan and Sheetal. They both were carrying vegetables in polythene bags. Tejas introduced me to them as their new neighbour. Pawan welcomed me and Sheetal smiled along.
They were from MP. Pawan wore a trimmed beard and spectacles and looked my age. Sheetal looked older and maturer than Meera. She wore a churidar with shawl spread over her breasts and looked a bit tired though beautiful. She had a round face and chubby cheeks, and with a thick spot of vermillion, she sported the perfect vibes of a housewife.
Pawan asked about my profession while Sheetal asked when I was going to move in with family.
Assuming them to have been married for long, I asked about children. There was a pang of discomfort in their response.
"Not yet," Pawan said after a momentary pause. "We have no children yet."
I smiled at them both. "Same here too bro; we haven't decided when."
I hoped it would make them feel better.
 
When they walked the stairs and we followed them, I couldn't help but notice the shape of Sheetal's back. She was chubby and her curves were mostly flat from the front, but from behind she looked impressive. I looked away before my eyes made me uncomfortable.
Tejas later told me the couple were undergoing treatment for infertility.
 
I helped Tejas for packing his household items. It was raining outside and so we ordered lunch online.
"Weather is becoming alcoholic," I joked.
"Yeah, true. We shouldn't defy mother nature," Tejas said and took out beer bottles from the refrigerator. We sat in the hall facing the rain through the balcony door and chatted.
I mentioned he wasn't willing to show the apartment to Meera on the previous week.
"You were scared that she would see the actresses' posters, weren't you?" I asked.
Tejas didn't deny. "I didn't want to come across as a sex maniac to her."
"But you have removed the posters already."
“I thought you would bring Meera along to see the house.”
I smiled. “So you will have to sleep without their company for a few days, won’t you?”
Tejas shook his head, “Yeah, a few nights of rest for my dream girls.”
 I was in the mood I guess, I chose to stick to the subject.
“But you are a master of masturbation. You can still fantasise about your neighbours, teachers and your aunt, right?”
Tejas smiled sheepishly and opened another bottle for him.
“You too have had that sort of fun, haven’t you? I won’t believe it if you told me you fantasised only about your friend’s wife. There must be others too,” He said.
“Yeah,” I paused a moment to choose a face from my memory. “There was a woman whom I used to think – I mean, fantasise – a lot. She was the wife of Meera's old boss. He was killed in an accident before Meera quit the job in that firm. His wife – she was much older than me – she used to be very naughty in my fantasies. After her, there’s this woman I loved to fantasise – she was Meera's next boss’ sister-in-law whom I had befriended when she visited Pune last year. She was beautiful and young like Meera.”
“Like Meera? I wouldn’t believe it. Don’t compare her with other women please, no offence.” Tejas said.
I tilted my head. “I can see you have become a fan of my wife. Do you fantasise about her?”
Tejas' eyes widened and his shy smile told me he did not expect me to be asking about it.
“What should I say?” He scratched his head. “I have never lied to you before this.”
I snapped, “You pervert! I should have known this.”
“I am sorry, I am sorry Krish. I didn’t mean to insult you or your family.”
He was nervous. I was enjoying it.
“Oh my…” I leaned back in my seat and glared at him as if to judge him. “Tell me. What have you fantasized about my wife?”
“Nothing. I am sorry Krish. Don’t be hurt.”
He was seriously apologising. I let it go. “Don’t be serious, dude. I am not hurt. I know my wife is beautiful. I am aware that other men are dreaming of her.”
Tejas looked at me in disbelief.
“Are you okay with that? Seriously?”
I nodded. “Yeah. I am actually wanna hear what you fantasised about her. I’ve never got the opportunity to ask anyone.”
Tejas got up and dramatically knelt in front of me, both his hands up. “You are my master, Krish. You are beyond my belief. I never thought men like you – the ones with whom you can discuss anything without hurting his sentimental ego and still being confident under your skin – do exist in our country. Blessings to that lady in the counter who helped us meet. I wish I had known you since long ago.”
I leaned forward and pushed him away, slightly.
“Stop bragging and tell me the details.”
Tejas got up and sat on the sofa.
“I still don’t dare to tell you. I still don’t believe you wouldn’t hit me with that beer bottle in your hand when I tell you the details.”
“Come on,” I shrugged my shoulders. “Don’t be a coward; I won’t do anything to you. I am looking forward to know what you fantasise about Meera. It’s strange but I'm curious.” I was certain that I wanted to hear more from him.
Tejas sighed, “I can tell you only one thing now. Your wife is one of the most beautiful women I have ever met in real life. I have only respect for her in real life. But when I am not looking at her I like to imagine that I am looking at her because it is such a pleasant sight.”
“Only looking at her?” I smirked.
“You called me a pervert a few minutes ago. But you are more perverted than me.”
“I have a fair idea of what you have done there, boy! Have some guts to confess.” I dared him.
“Okay, after this.” He took a long sip from the beer and wiped his lips. “Well, I was impressed by Meera's beauty from the day I came to lunch at your house. After our movie day and the market shopping, there was no way I could erase her from my mind. Positively, don’t take it wrong. I have no plan to create a problem in your life…”
“I know that. Go on,” I assured.
“Then, last week - when we stopped for snacks after visiting the apartment. You know what happened when it rained. Everyone ran for shelter and Meera was standing under a thin plastic sheet. I was just watching from the other side. Her saree was displaced as she tried to hold the plastic sheet above her head. I could see her belly completely. And her…you know…her blouse and boobies’ shape - I could not stop staring at her, I could not - I swear. I envied you that moment and I felt proud too for becoming a friend of you and her. Because I can talk to her. Deep in my heart, I wanted to hold my arms around her but in real life, I was so happy that I can get a smile from her if I smiled at her. Her smile will be enough to make other men jealous of me, I am sure.”
I was enjoying how he was worshipping my wife’s beauty with compliments.
“After that experience, I could not stop my hardness. And in the night I apologised to you and I…uh... I fantasised a lot.”
I felt my hardness growing. My body was turning warm.
“What exactly was your fantasy?”
“Mmm…I don’t know how you’ll take it. The other day on the bus, I accidentally had gotten the opportunity to stand behind her. The crowd was pushing me toward her, I was helpless. That’s when I had touched her for the first time – I mean my body, not with hands. It was accidental. My body was rubbing against her. I was scared like shit that I would offend her. I felt I was taking advantage of the situation and I felt ashamed. The biggest irony was that I live with this size issue and still here I was regretting of it getting bigger. It was not my fault for I was stuck in there, and somehow, luckily I moved back. In my fantasy, well, she would play along. She would let me touch her and hug her, kiss her neck from behind, and then caress her boobs. I would then push my hand inside her pants and touch between her legs. But I still haven’t touched inside her panty in my fantasy.”
“Why?”
“I finish before that. And I love to fall asleep after finishing.”
I was enjoying how my hardness was struggling inside my pants, though I wasn’t conscious about it. I decided to give Tejas a hard time.
“Later that evening Meera had told me that your rod was poking behind her.” I revealed.
Tejas was stunned, “Oh shit. She told you that?”
“And you were rubbing your body behind her.”
“Oh my god! I did not mean anything to do to her, I swear. It was the crowd that…” he was panicking.
“It’s okay. She told me you were embarrassed when she asked what you were doing.”
“She’s right. I was going to have a heart attack. But I managed to say I had no control over it.”
“But you have had a feeling of her ass, haven’t you?”
“Did she tell you that?” Tejas grinned in disbelief. “I don’t know if I will be able to face her again. Did she tell you that?”
“No. I had taken your position when you moved back. And I had a feeling of her ass right away.”
“Oh, you lucky!” He quipped. “I mean, you can do that any time you want, right?”
“Yeah, but it was some kinda kinky fun to do it in public. I enjoyed it.”
“And she wouldn’t have complained. How far you did go?”
“I did what you just told me about your fantasy. I had my arms around her, and I caressed around her waist and even touched her boobs. More than that, rubbing my rod behind her ass was so much fun.” I went on with a sense of pride. Tejas swallowed.
“How often do you make love to her?” he asked.
I laughed.
“Don’t overthink about my wife, gentleman. Concentrate on finding a new woman.”
Tejas smiled shyly.
“I am not looking for physical fun. I am waiting for technology advancement.”
“That’s okay. But you can still have fun, using your tongue and fingers.” I said boldly.
“Yeah, I’ve read stuff like that. But we are Indians we don’t do much like that. Haven’t you seen Indian porn? Men here hardly use their fingers and tongue.”
“Forget porn. It’s very tasty and fun to do in real.”
“But I don’t get why it’s so fun. The ultimate fun is in ejaculation, isn’t it?”
“Watching your woman getting her climax is equally satisfying, dude. If you always concentrate on making yourself cum, then it’s going to be boring. That’s the biggest fault with masturbation. You told me masturbation is more satisfying than real sex. Masturbation satisfies only one person but sex is for two persons. So sex is complete only when both the partners get to have fun. Your tongue and fingers will help you with that.”
“You seem to have mastered that art. Do you do such stuff with Meera?”
“I told you, don’t overthink about her.”
“I am sorry, but I am very curious. Please tell me.”
I smiled. “Meera likes it, yes.”
Tejas’ eyes widened. He rubbed both his palms over his face.
“O my god. She looks so angelic and I can’t imagine how she would look when you do such things to her.”
“Don’t imagine so much about her,” I warned again, smiling.
“I am so sorry. I won’t do it,” Tejas said quickly.
 
That night when I went to bed I kept wondering if Tejas would have begun fantasising about eating my wife’s pussy. The thought turned me on beyond my expectations. When Meera joined me in bed I imagined me enacting Tejas's role in his dream and I went down on her. Meera moaned as I pushed my tongue deep into her pussy. As I took her closer to her climactic pleasure, she begged me to fuck her. But I ignored her pleads and went on with my tongue assault till she screamed out of pleasure. I later sat on my knees between her spread legs and stroked myself to ejaculate on her belly. Meera jokingly accused me of being a stranger creature. It was fun.
 
On the eve of Diwali, several families who had recently moved out came back to celebrate with us. It was quite an emotional gathering for us all because we knew that it could be our last Diwali celebration together. Meera wore a new sleeveless kurti and looked beautiful as ever. The moment I saw her I wanted to hug her and kiss her, but she moved away, sensing danger.
“I was just going to wish you Diwali darling,” I said.
“Ha-ha.” Meera pushed me away. “I know you. Do it when we are outside.”
But I quickly grabbed her and managed to kiss her on the lips before she could resist further. “I love you,” I said.
“Love you too, smart boy,” Meera smiled, before checking her lips in the mirror.
 
I had invited Tejas too. He came with a box of firecrackers. He was surprised to see Meera in a kurti.
“You should be wearing saree, ma'am” he said.
“Saree is for tomorrow,” Meera said. “Don’t I look good in kurti?”
“You don’t look good,” Tejas said quickly. “You look stunning. We don’t need to light diyas tonight. Seriously.”
Meera blushed. “You better save these lines for girls out there.”
 
Tejas became part of our family as we burst firecrackers outside and celebrated with others. When the guests went back, we returned to our house.
Meera noticed Tejas was getting phone calls every ten minutes.
“It seems someone’s missing you very much.”
“They are my friends, ma'am," Tejas said.
Pratima aunt’s daughter Anamika had a video call with him and I and Meera sat with Tejas to wish her Diwali greetings. I got up after the call, and Meera remained seated with him and teased him further, saying Anamika never called us ever before.
“People think I am special, it’s my quality,” Tejas said.
“I know your quality.” Meera pushed him away jovially. “Stop fooling around Pratima aunty.”
“Krish sir, please tell your ma'am not to cook up stories about bachelors.”
However, I sided with Meera to make fun of him. It was fun.
 
As Meera posed with Tejas for selfies, I saw the sides of her breasts rubbing against his chest. I wondered if Tejas was aware of it. However, he was busy in cracking jokes.
Meera went to the kitchen and brought bowls of sweets. As she served them into our plates I noticed her breasts exposed through the low neckline of her kurti. I caught Tejas too looking at it, and when Meera went to the kitchen I turned to him.
“Are you taking advantage of my wife’s innocence?”
There was panic in his eyes. “I… I stared too long, didn’t I? I am sorry. I…”
“Remember,” I warned him. “She’s not an angel always. Beware of that.”
 
Tejas left after dinner. He asked me to forward him the photos I had on my phone. They had him posing with Meera and me. I forwarded them and then sent a message ‘sweet dreams buddy’. Tejas sent a heart symbol in reply.
“I’ve received a hundred messages tonight, but you wishing me sweet dreams tops them all.” His message read.
I messaged him not to derive too much meaning of my message.
I later surfed through the pictures I had sent and noticed how beautiful Meera looked. Her cleavage was visible in most of them, apart from the shape of her body. I knew Tejas would be staring at her for long, imagining wild things. I doubted if I made I mistake by sending him those images. Then I discarded the thought.
A moment later my phone buzzed.
‘Sorry for staring at your wife.’ His message read.
‘It’s okay. Keep the phone down and stop thinking about her.’ I replied.
‘I have huge respect for her. And even more for you.’
‘For what.'
‘You guys are made for each other. She was bold to tell you about the bus incident. And you weren’t offended because you knew I was stuck there. You guys talk so openly to each other. If I ever met a woman like her, I would happily marry her.’
I remembered his plan to evade marriage to avoid further embarrassment.
‘Are you changing your mind? So quickly?’ I teased him.
‘I want to tell the woman about me before committing to her. But only if I find someone like Meera.’
His reply brought a smile on my face.
 
That night I felt lucky when I held Meera in my arms and made love to her. As we brought each other to the climactic moments of pleasure, I promised myself that I was not going to lose her again.
It was a promise that made me feel confident and content.
 
But the thing was that I had made a lot of promises in the past too. And I had a history of breaking them.
 
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Chapter – Eight


Desai did not show up for a couple of weeks. Then one Friday he asked me to join a party. He did not tell me about the party. Instead, he asked me to reach his place.
“We have an event. Wear a grey suit.” He messaged me afterwards.
I wondered if I should phone Ananya before deciding but I chose not to contact her. I have nothing to do with her.
When I reached Desai's house he was ready in a grey, shiny suit.
“You look dashing, Krish.” He said.
“What is this all about?” I did not hide my curiosity.
It was a party. Desai wanted to welcome me to his posh social club. Or at least to have me fascinated by its lustre. And he somewhat succeeded in that, after he introduced me to them.
Initially, I felt out of place when I realised I was the youngest of the men. However, after an hour and a few drinks later, I found myself having a good time. As I felt compelled to match the impression set by Desai, I was inadvertently following his mannerisms. One of the men brought it to my notice.
“You speak the same language as Mr Desai. I can see your partnership going strong. As far as I knew Desai doesn’t get involved in partnerships. But you’ve managed even though you are so young. You must be damn good with the numbers.”
He spoke without breaking eye contact. His name was Ashish Sehgal. The forty-year-old looking businessman from Thane had recently moved to Pune to assume charge of an accounting firm which sought his help to solve some leadership crisis. He was very jovial and stood out from the men of his age. Somehow I found myself attached to this person throughout the event.
He was cheerful until I asked him about his family.
“Let’s not talk about family. Why spoil the mood?” he asked.
A young woman wearing a black and red dress with matching sandals approached him to introduce herself. Ashish spoke to her with a straight face and as soon as she parted, he looked at me and gestured toward her.
“That’s a typical bitch you meet at an event like this.”
I was surprised to hear his remark because I thought the woman was gracious in her approach and looked beautiful. I smiled at his remark.
Ashish looked at me for a second before he added further. “Whenever I make such a remark, I often find other men remembering their wives.” He laughed a little. “That makes, in effect, all women bitches.”
I instantly knew how much he hated women.
His wife must have cheated on him and found better options. I thought.
“You must be thinking my wife would have cheated on me and chosen better men.” Mr Sehgal said as if he read my mind.
“I was thinking, sort of, though not exactly.” I retorted. Ashish Sehgal laughed aloud.
“You are a funny guy, I like you a lot.”
At this point, I want to inform you about something, dear readers. I’ve been talking about Mr Desai and Mr Tejas so far in this story and now I’ve suddenly brought in a new character. You must be having one doubt which I don’t have to repeat. I’d just love to clear that doubt.
No, Mr Sehgal would not fuck my wife.
No, this is not that story where every bossy character would be after my lovely wife and eventually gets to fuck her.
Why I am telling you about how I met him and became his friend anyways has a crucial role in this story. Mr Ashish Sehgal was different from any boss I’ve ever seen. He was humble, intelligent and mature. But if there was one characteristic that stood out of him; that he hated women. Mr Sehgal was a complete misogynist.
"Women don't shop for their needs. They shop because they need to scream at the world that 'this is my husband, I own his wallet'." He commented later.
I did not agree with any of his misogynistic statements, but I enjoyed his company while it lasted. He was far from intimidating. Within a few minutes I spent with him, he proved that bosses can be different from your usual expectations.
I later wondered if Mr Sehgal would ever change the way he looked at women if he saw my wife.
I liked the possibility. Because I knew Meera was so beautiful.
While returning, Desai asked about the demolition drive. I was dismayed and wondered how he would have learnt about it.
He asked me where I was moving.
“I haven’t found a suitable house,” I lied.
“Don’t worry. I can suggest a place for you.” He said and instructed his driver to change the route.
My attempts to turn down the offer went in vain. His car stopped at the parking of a huge building and I couldn’t help but marvel at its height. I instantly knew I was not going to move into such a tall building even if it was not suggested by Desai.
“Come,” Desai led me to the fifth floor. As he pulled out a key from his coat, an alarm went off in my head.
Is this his apartment?
It was a three-bedroom apartment with a lot of free space. The apartment had everything set and complete, starting from the new looking furniture to the shining curtains. However, there was no sign of anyone staying in it. The king-size bed in the master bedroom was near spotless. I knew its rent would be two times my salary. I walked around like sightseeing while subconsciously trying to underappreciate everything I saw, nevertheless could not stop imagining me and Meera making out on that large bed. I smiled at myself as I realised the silliness attached to it.
“Beautiful, isn’t it?”
Desai asked.
“Yeah, it is.” I agreed.
“You like it?”
I looked at him confused and then shook my head.
He handed me the key right away. “Take it.”
I was stunned.
“What…” I tried to laugh. “I…I can’t afford it. It…”
“Don’t afford it.” Desai quipped. “I am not selling this house to you. Neither am I renting it out. I am just letting you use it as long as you like it. When your demolition work is completed, you can rebuild your house and go back to it. Till then, I am happy to let you keep it, my friend.”
“No, Desai. I can’t take it.” I tried to return the key. He refused.
“Calm down, Krish. You can have it. You should think about your family, and Meera too. She will like it.”
“Her choices are simple like mine. This house is too luxurious. We’ll be out of place in it.”
I tried to reason but the cunning man had made his move. I struggled hard to find a reason to reject his ‘humble’ gesture of friendship.
“Okay, I will have to speak to Meera. I will take a call after that only. Maybe she’ll have to see this place first.”
I said in the end, without looking at him.
“She has seen this place, Krish,” Desai replied casually.
I was facing away from him, and it took me a second to perceive what he was referring to.
She has seen this place, Krish. My heart skipped a beat and then started pounding hard, and I struggled to turn my head to face him. Is this the apartment he had once taken Meera for a one-night-stand? I felt my body stiff and I felt the air I was inhaling did not contain enough oxygen. I took a deep breath and turned my head to the right, intentionally not trying to look at him directly.
“Are you talking about her one-night-stand with you?”
I tried to be as passive as I could as if to convey I did not give a damn about that year-old happenstance.
“Krish,” Desai moved to my front. “You are getting my point already. You know this is the place. There is no better choice than to see this offer as compensation. And you are right; Meera needs to see this place. If everything goes well, I would like to be the one showing her around this place.”
"Desai," my facial muscles stiffened and I had to try harder to move it to spit out my response. "I know you’d like to fuck her one more time. How many ways would you like to convey that to me? How can you be so shameless? I’ve told you many times; my wife isn’t for sale. She’s my life. Stop dreaming about her. We are still having this conversation peacefully only because of my patience or even helplessness but I would like to warn you, I don’t know how I am gonna behave if you keep pushing me off the edge. Just fuck off, for now, Desai.”
I threw the key on the floor and walked away.
I was shivering in anger as I stood in the lift. I wanted to hit hard on the glass on the wall. “Fucking bastard!” I grunted like an animal.
The gracious look of the apartment had suddenly turned dark in my head. It was the same place where he had taken Meera and enjoyed her body for the whole night. That king size bed flashed in my mind. The same bed where he fucked her all night. I could not stop from imagining Meera lying on that bed and Desai on top of her, naked. It wasn’t the first time I was thinking about it but this time it felt more real. I saw his monstrous body arching inward, going up and down over her, her legs in the air, and her arms inadvertently making a circle around him.
Bastard! I yelled again. When I crossed the gate I spat out on the road as if to convince the whole world how much I hated what I was imagining.
That night when I went to bed, I was surprisingly aroused. It wasn’t because of what I had been imagining throughout the evening. It was rather a response my conscience was urging me to play out. I wanted to claim the woman of my life. She was not going to sleep with Desais anymore. I was the one she loved. I was the only one who would sleep with her. Others can only dream about her.
I was hurrying when I spread her legs and pushed my erect rod into her. I sucked her lips as if to quench my thirst after a walk across the desert. I drove my hardness roughly and deeper into her and soon I was panting and grunting. I was going to ejaculate.
At that moment I suddenly saw my wife lying in a king-size bed completely naked with her legs spread, ready to welcome a man who I subconsciously knew wasn’t me. For a fraction of seconds, I panicked within that nightmarish vision, and I hurriedly made attempts to ensure that the man wasn’t Desai. No, I hate him. I searched my memories to find a man whom I could bear the sight of making love with my wife in my fantasy for a moment, and I succeeded in it exactly at the moment I began to ejaculate inside her with bursts of pleasure. I breathed hard and kept my dick as deep inside her as I could.
A moment later I was lying next to her, completely spent and waken up from the flashy world of fantasy. I was relieved that I did not let Desai be intimate with Meera even in a bad dream. But I was surprised when I later realised who it was.
It was Ashish Sehgal; the man who hated women for no reason.

*****        *****        *****

Monday evening Meera was upset.
“Krish, you went to see Desai's flat?”
Desai had told her about it. I nodded.
“Why? And why didn’t you tell me?”
“But I told him no,” I said.
“Damn. But why the hell you went to see it in the first place? Why are you keeping your friendship with him?”
I felt she was unreasonably angry.
“What’s the big deal about it? I did not ask him to show me his place. I did not accept to take his flat.”
“But why can’t you just say no before he took you along? Did he tie your arms and forcibly take you there?”
I was agitated now.
“Meera, I have a fair idea of why you are so upset about this. You know the place, don’t you?”
Meera was stunned.
“What do you mean?”
“I know you are upset because I finally saw that place you had slept with him.”
“Stop talking rubbish, Krish.” Meera scoffed.
“Stop fooling me, Meera. I know you don’t want me to see him because you are afraid of what he would tell me about you?”
“What would he tell you about me other than I told you?”
“Desai never told me it was boring as you’ve always put it. He told me it was great sex. You were so good that he is now unable to forget you. He is willing to gift me the flat to get you again. Can you believe that? You think I am dumb enough to believe he wants to do so much for a repeat of that boring sex. Great!”
Words had flown out of my mouth. It was the beginning of an argument that I never wanted. Meera was angry with my sarcasm and she was taken aback when she learnt what I had in my mind. She cried in the end.
“If you can’t forgive me and forget what I did, then I have no right to be in your life, Krish.” She wept.
I felt bad but my ego did not allow me to soften.
It took a few days before we recovered from the fight. We did not apologise. We just hugged while on the bed, and we considered it a gesture of reconciliation and moved on.

*****        *****        *****

Meera finally visited Tejas’ apartment when he said he’s done packing his things. Tejas was enthusiastic to show her around. He had cleaned the house and the rooms looked more spacious than before.
“Mmm… I liked it. Krish was right.”
Meera said.
Tejas asked me which room I would choose to sleep in, as both the rooms were of the same size. I checked both rooms before she chose Tejas’ bedroom.
“I know why you chose this room. It’s the large bed, isn’t it?” Tejas asked with a suggestive facial expression. Meera looked at him in surprise and pushed him on his upper arm.
“It’s called a king-size bed.” She said.
“You have a fair idea about beds; I can see where your interests are.” Tejas quipped.
Meera's eyes widened again and she pushed him again.
“Don’t try to flirt with me, you little pervert. You’ll get a slap from me.”
She warned him, still smiling.

Tejas made coffee for us. When Meera volunteered to wash the cups, I turned to Tejas.
“What did you do with the posters? Packed them?”
“No. Destroyed. I am sending all my items to my sister and I don’t want her to see those posters. She’ll kill me.”
“Oh so sad.” I joked. “You will be alone now.”
"Yeah..." He smiled. "But I will be thinking about things you would later do in my bed with Meera ma'am."
“My wife is a bit flirty and I am a bit open-minded, but don’t be overexcited about it,” I told him. “Why don’t you concentrate on your neighbour’s cute wife? Are you still only interested in her pickles?”
Tejas had told me about his neighbour Sheetal's expertise in making pickles.
“Pickles…Jams…all are same,” Tejas spoke in a low voice. “I’ve tried fantasising about Sheetal didi but it did not work.”
I became curious.
“What happened?”
“Mmm…I wanted to please her with my tongue as you said. But I know she’s very down to earth, she doesn’t look like she's open to such things in real. So in my fantasy also, she does not allow me to do anything.”
I could not believe it. “It’s your choice how to fantasise, isn’t it?” I laughed. “I thought we can do anything in our fantasies.”
However, I suddenly realised it wasn’t true. I remembered how I was forced to confront the image of Desai coming to my head while making love to my wife a few days ago. I was forced to hurriedly replace him with a random man.

I was learning one thing about fantasy.
When we fantasise we want the visuals in our mind to be perfect. When we are thrilled by that perfection, we are addicted to it so much that we are ready to treat it as the reality for a brief period. And our subconscious mind does not allow us to manipulate it.

I looked around and confirmed Meera wasn’t coming before I started talking.
“There is an easy way to make your dream woman long for your tongue job. You remove her panty and bring it to your face. Inhale it and rub it over your face to hint what you want. Any woman with a brain would get the idea and they would love it. Get it into your head and then fantasise.”
“Wow,” Tejas’ face lit with a boyish grin. “You are saying this based on your real experiences, aren’t you?”
“No,” I quipped. “My woman knows what she wants. I don’t need to hint anything.”
The look on Tejas’ face told me how envious he was of me.
I knew he was going to stroke his dick harder and faster that night.

I had started segregating our household items for packing. On a Sunday I was sitting tired after my packing work when Tejas visited.
“You should have called me,” Tejas said.
“I am just selecting what we should move and what shouldn’t. You can’t help me with that.” I said.
Meera was about to leave for groceries and she stopped to make a coffee for us.
“Krish doesn’t need my help. How about you? Any help, ma'am?” Tejas asked her when she began to leave.
“Thank you. I was just hoping you would ask me this.” Meera quipped and handed him a small piece of paper. “This is the grocery list. Please do the shopping for me.”
Tejas gave her a blank stare.
I laughed aloud. Meera joined me and snatched the paperback from his hand.
“I was joking, idiot.”
Tejas laughed along foolishly. “I was ready to go shopping. Anything for you.”
Meera swayed her head, teasing him further.
“Anything for me…yeah I know.”
As she began to leave he asked her if he could go with her. Meera looked at me and I nodded at her.
“Okay,” she said. “Don’t blame me later. Remember, I didn’t ask you.”
Even though I knew he had a huge crush on my wife and he loved to be around her, I thought it was quite natural for a man of his age. Therefore I was not intimated by his presence around her.
They returned two hours later, with two bags full of grocery items. They were talking aloud when they entered. I could see Tejas was telling her his stories, and she was enjoying it.
“I was asking her if she actually intends to vacate this house. She bought groceries for at least two months.” Tejas told me.
“I didn’t plan to buy this much in one go. But why worry when I have such a good servant like you?”
Meera asked him.
“I guess you guys had a great time while shopping,” I said.
“You know Krish; your friend is the weirdest man I’ve ever met.” Meera turned to me. “He killed me with his stupid stories.”
“She was laughing so loud that other people in the queue were wondering what happened. Now she’s calling it stupid stories.” Tejas said.
“His observations and findings on women are a hilarious piece of information. None of them can be true. I will tell you later.” Meera told me.
"Ok, berate me, fine! Now there's nothing good about me, right?" Tejas asked. "I know how true is that."
"There's one thing that I liked, you know Krish," Meera told me. "He was calling me 'Meera ma'am, Meera ma'am' in front of people. I have to admit, I liked it."
"Finally!" Tejas snapped.

I had a shower and then we had lunch. When Meera went to the kitchen to bring a dish, Tejas leaned toward me.
“I am flirting with her too much I know. Am I putting my life in danger?”
“I won’t let you have this doubt when you actually do it,” I said.
“Just one hint would suffice. I would stop.”
“Come on. Chill for now.” I patted on his shoulder. I was enjoying how he was making Meera laugh.
When lunch was finished Tejas asked for dessert.
“Sorry, it was a quick preparation,” Meera said.
“Oh, I really would have loved to have something sweet from you,” Tejas said.
“I was very sweet to you since this morning. Why do you need another sweet?”
“You were sweet; yeah, to my eyes and ears, I agree. But what about my mouth?”
“This is for your mouth. Consider this as dessert.” Meera took a piece of green chilly from the plate and pretended to shove it into his mouth. Tejas readily leaned forward and took it, also taking the tip of her food-stained fingers into his mouth.
“You creep!” Meera pulled her hand, shaken. “You licked my fingers, didn’t you? Yuck!”
I could see she was just pretending. Tejas was eyeing at her and chewing the green chilly.
“It’s somewhat sweet but not a good dessert.” He grinned.
“Open your mouth and let me give you something better.” She got up and bent to grab his chin with her left hand and then pretended to spit into his mouth. Tejas was stunned and he jerked his head back.
“That’s your dessert, jerk.” Meera left hold of him and patted slightly across his cheek, before turning to the table and started picking up the plates. All this, while keeping a cute smile on the corner of her lips.
I was a sitting statue by then. I had witnessed something I hadn’t come across even in my kinkiest fantasies. My wife had pretended to spit into someone’s mouth while I watched it from so close. Before I knew, I was carrying a boner in my pants.
Meera smiled at me.
“I love your friend, Krish. Not for he’s handsome or something, but for he can take any insult.”
She blurted before she took the plates to the kitchen.
Tejas turned to me. “Your wife is just unstoppable.” His eyes were still wide with disbelief. “How can she be so weird and be so hot at the same time?”
“You wanted her not to hold that back, didn’t you?” I asked as if to tease him. But deep inside me, I wanted to know how he felt.
“What?”
“You would have loved it if she gave it into your mouth, wouldn’t you?”
“Oh my God, she’s so crazy! I’ve never thought about it. There was no time to think about it.”
“Go, tell her that you want it now,” I said.
“What the hell! Are you trying to get me killed?” He asked and turned toward the kitchen. “Any help, Meera ma’am?”
“Yeah, come help me do the dish.”
Tejas’ jaw dropped again.
I giggled.
“Go, man. She’s your lovely ma’am. Go, help her with the dish.”
Tejas took the call seriously and went to the kitchen. When I went to the kitchen to have a look at what they were doing, Meera was washing the plates and Tejas was arranging the washed plates on the rack.
“Shoo…go away.” Meera shooed me away. “Don’t disturb us. We’re making love here.”
“Yeah, I can see the love being washed away.” I retorted.

After helping Meera with dish Tejas came to my room. He observed the whole room for a while.
“So this is your bedroom, right?” He asked.
I smiled. “Yeah, and this is the bed I and my wife sleep every night.” I ran my palm over the bed as I spoke. He sat on the bed for while we chatted.
After a while, he used my bathroom after asking me. When he returned his face was excited. I did not know why.
“What happened, dude? Why are you so aroused? Did you just wank in my bathroom?”
“No. But I was about to.” He said, accepting my derogatory remark.
He showed me what he had found in the bathroom. It was Meera's panty. I hadn’t noticed it before and I assumed she would have forgotten it after the night, as she never forgets such things.
“Oh, that’s about last night. You know, long night; I hadn’t let her wear it.”
I said casually, further making Tejas’ eyes wider. Then I raised my eyebrows. “Have something in your mind? Did you touch it?”
“Can I touch it, please? I want to have a feel of it. I've never...”
He asked. I was the one shocked now.
“Please. I beg you.” He pleaded.
I should have straightaway refused, but when I spoke the words came out differently.
“Meera will kill me.”
“She’ll never know. Please, I beg you…”
I looked at his face and my wife’s panty alternately. I wasn’t thinking about the possibility of witnessing my wife’s panty in his hand. Instead, I was more curious about what he would do with it.
“Okay.” I nodded. “You have two seconds before I changed my mind.”
Tejas had grabbed it before I said it. I watched him hold it with both hands like the most delicate thing in the world. He squeezed it with utmost joy. I felt a jerk inside my pants. As he began to bring it into his face to smell it, I stopped him.
“Don’t.” I snatched it from him and hung it on the hook. “You've had enough already.”
Tejas was disappointed.
“Can I keep it, please?”
“No. You’ll definitely get me killed.”
“Meera ma’am will never know.”
“She will know when she finds it missing.”
“But she won’t suspect you. You can tell you don’t know about it. Or you can tell I might have stolen it in case she questions you.”
“You want to get killed by my wife? Are you that crazy?”
“Please... I can't lose this chance. This is so arousing. I'll leave right now if you want, but not without this. I beg you...”
I sighed, thinking about the consequences. Nothing came to my mind.
“Please…Please…”
He said again.
“What are you doing there guys?”
We heard Meera's voice approaching and panic hit us alike. We moved back hurriedly and Tejas was even quicker to grab the panty from the hook and push it into his pocket. I tried to gesture my naysaying with my bulged eyes but it was late. As Meera entered the room we both had to pretend all normal.
Meera took a towel and went back to the kitchen. I turned to Tejas again.
“Please. I will return it tomorrow. Please don’t break my heart.”
I couldn’t stop smiling at his incessant pleading. My smile was an instant approval.
“I won’t sleep tonight,” Tejas said.
“Don’t fantasise about my wife,” I warned.
“No. It’s about Sheetal didi only.” He promised.
I was not going to believe him anyway.

That night Meera told me she knew how excited I was when she pretended to spit into Tejas’ mouth. I didn't disagree.
“You are not going back to your fantasy world, are you?” Meera asked.
“I didn't imagine you would do that. And when you did, it was like...”
“Oh really, my baby?”
She hugged me tightly.
“But I won't give it to someone else, not anymore.” She said and kissed me lightly.
“Tejas is crazy. I think he must be thinking about you tonight.”
I said.
“Not again... Krish!” Meera warned.
“It's just between us. He was acting cool but the moment you held his chin he was like...You would understand if you were in my place.”
“I don't have to be you to understand anything. I could see your reaction. Be honest to me, you were hard watching me do that, weren't you?”
“I don't want to lie to you. It was arousing.”
“You jerk. You'll never change.” She sighed. "O, God! Why did I do that?"
“Why did you hold back?” I asked.
“You were disappointed that I didn't spit into his mouth!”
“There was nothing to be disappointed. But he would have enjoyed it, wouldn't he?”
“It is not as sexy as you think it is for you.”
“It is like honey. No one can dislike it.”
“Honey, haha!”
“Come on, give me some.”
“Who are you? My husband or someone else?”
“Think of me as Tejas.”
“You'll end up eating my saliva but won't get to have sex tonight.”
“Let me see.”
"Krish sir you are a pervert."
Meera hugged me tighter and ran her palms over my chest. “You should keep an eye on him. Don't bring him here often. He likes me very much.”
“Does that worry you?”
“I worried about you taking advantage of it, my pervert hubby!”
“You can take advantage of your husband being a pervert, now. It's just between us.”
“Open your mouth, boy.”
“Who am I?”
“You are that idiot chap, your name is Tejas. Call me Ma'am.”
“Ma'am...”
“Say please... And open your mouth.”
“Please, Ma'am...”
I opened my mouth and next moment she held under my chin and spat into my mouth. I swallowed it and opened my mouth again.
“Need more?”
“Mmm...”
She climbed on top of me and spat into my mouth again and again.
“You want more?”
She asked. I moaned.
She got up and sat on my chest with her legs apart; her skirt was raised, exposing her creamy thigh skins. I caressed along her thighs.
She raised her skirt further and moved forward, bringing her centre to my face.
She wanted to feed me. Next moment my mouth, wide open, was pressing into her pussy. It was leaking profusely and I swallowed her juice without holding back.
“Oh my... Mmm....”
Meera gasped.
I pressed my palms over her butt cheeks and pushed my mouth deeper into her. In my head, I had become Tejas and I was soon stroking my dick with one hand. A few minutes later, she begged me to let go of her and get on top of her. But I refused and kept eating her pussy and also began rubbing its soft lips with my fingers. A few minutes later she screamed and her body convulsed, as she surrendered to a mighty orgasm.
I had ejaculated already and we slept very soon.

Next day at work I couldn't stop thinking about what Tejas would have done Meera's panty.
I was not ready to believe his promise that it was about Sheetal. And that got me to think of many possibilities about the fate of my wife's delicates. I felt an urge to rush to Tejas and get the clothe back. By the end of the day I strongly regretted not stopping him before having it. However, the more I thought about it, the harder my dick became. I hated the fact that I had no control over my dick.

I went to Tejas' apartment in the evening. I was a bit embarrassed because I was carrying a boner though I was far from excited about it. I asked Tejas what he did to my wife's panty.
"It is safe in my cupboard. I have kept it safe." Tejas said. The shyness in his voice told me something else about his mental state. He was more pathetic than me.
"What did you do?" I asked again.
Tejas swallowed. "I could not sleep, Krish."
"Uh...huh?"
"Are you upset?" His voice was wary. 
I softened my voice, "Did you fantasised about my wife, idiot?"
"I didn't want to, initially. I had promised you. I wanted to imagine it belonged to Sheetal didi, but the truth, you know, was more exciting. I am sorry...I can't lie to you."
"I knew it. I knew you..." I paused for a moment. "You shagged on it, didn't you?"
"But I didn't spoil it," he said quickly. "I didn't want to make it dirty and wash it. I didn't want to lose that smell...it...you know."
I was amazed by his boldness to confess so much.
"What exactly did you do with it, dude? Tell me that."
"Krish..." He cleared his throat and looked down before he went on. "It was the first time I had the feel of a woman's panty. It was nothing like I imagined. I hadn't imagined at all. I just need to touch it... hold it in my hand, and that was enough to give me the biggest erection. And that smell of it... That feeling when I.... when I rubbed it over my face... I don't know how to express the feeling."
"You are such a hero to tell me all this. Do you know your life is in danger?"
"You are so lucky, Krish sir. You can do all this in real. Such a beautiful woman as your wife... she loves you and does whatever you want her to. I think of me lucky too, to be able to talk to her. This...chance to touch her panty makes me on top of my world. None of my fantasies had been hotter than this. That's why I am telling you all this."
"Did you have sex with Meera in your fantasy?"
I asked finally. Tejas looked down, guiltily. I moved forward and pinched his ear. "You jerk!"
"But I failed in it. I can't do that stuff even in my fantasies. I told you when my fantasy becomes spontaneous, I am unable to change the reality that I cannot satisfy a woman with my..." He paused and went on. "I wonder how she would respond if she ever came to know about my size problem. But if she ridicules me I'll be okay because she has the right to do it. I've done shameful things to her in my fantasies. But I have at most respect for her, Krish sir. Please don't be offended by my fantasies. I didn't mean to hurt you at all. It is because of my closeness to you, otherwise, I wouldn't have told you all this. I could lie about it, couldn't I? I don't want to lie to you. You are the one I can talk about anything."
When I came back, I did not care to bring the panty. I chose to leave it with him.

It was not that his words alone convinced me about the harmlessness of our combined fantasies. It was that I realised I was enjoying what I was doing with him. I thought it was the safest way to be adventurous. My sex life had become active because of my interactions with Tejas. He had taught me the fun of masturbation. He had taught me the fun of foreplay.
Our nights had become playful. I had begun to believe I had mastered the art of giving my woman orgasms every night. Mutual masturbation was a guaranteed path to satisfaction. My interaction with Meera in bed increased as we played with each other’s body with our hands for long. I spent hours holding her naked body close to mine while she pleasured herself with her finger, encouraged by me. Occasionally we had penetrative sex too, like this day when Tejas told me about his fantasy involving Meera's panty.

Another night I got curious about how Meera would respond if she knew about Tejas' size problem. It was an idea I got from Tejas himself, and I got carried away by his justification that he deserved to be ridiculed by her, I decided to proceed. But I could not think of how to bring up the subject.
When Meera came to sleep I was pondering over it.
"The other day you said I should keep an eye on Tejas. Why did you say that?"
I asked; I hoped it would eventually give me the opportunity to tell he is not dangerous and the reason behind it.
Meera gave me a surprised look.
"It's been many days since I told you that. I thought you would have forgotten it."
"Tell me." I insisted. "You said he likes you."
"You too know he likes me. And he never loses a chance to flirt with your wife. Haven't you noticed?" Meera smiled as she spoke.
"I thought it was an innocent type flirting."
"You know," Meera lay close to me in bed. "That day when I was in the kitchen my top was a bit loose and falling off my shoulder a bit; exposing my bra strap. Tejas pointed me to put it back, twice. The third time when it happened my hands were wet and I asked him why he's unable to ignore it. He told me it's making him think where that straps were going. I could see he was trying to flirt. I asked him to tuck it inside the edge of my top if he's so disturbed. He did it and commented that my bra might be loose. I replied boldly, saying no, my breasts are small. He said no, they are not small but perfect looking."
I smiled.
"I can see he's not the only one flirting there."
"I was just playing along."
"That part is called flirting."
"I was just being me. That's how I behave. You know me."
"I am not saying you did something wrong. But, are you worried he likes you?"
"You should also be worried..."
"Baby..." I interrupted her. "I want to tell you something I thought I would never tell you. My friend Tejas has a physical condition. He has a small-sized...you know, penis."
Meera stared right into my eyes for two complete seconds. I watched her face become plain and she took a deep breath.
"Why the hell do you think my flirting with him has something to do with his dick size?"
The change in her voice told me I had messed it up big time. I cursed the moment when I took up Tejas' humble idea.
"It doesn't have anything to do. No." I said quickly. "I meant to say I have some sort of sympathy over him. I have spent more time with him than any of my other friends, you know that. I wanted to tell you that, don't judge him by his flirty behaviour. He will never try to do something a normal guy would. I am saying he's not a dangerous guy in any means."
"Krish, you are out of your mind. You are saying a man is dangerous if he has a big penis and he is a safe guy if he's got a small one."
I knew I was making me sound stupid. I forced a laugh.
"I didn't mean any of that. I just meant my friend has a small penis."
Meera was laughing now.
"You stupid husband. You are such a moron. You liar."
Meera hit me on my chest with her fist.
"What!"
"I know I should believe exactly the opposite of what you are saying."
I was helpless now. I did not know how to make her believe it.
"You don't believe me?"
I asked.
"How do you know?"
"He told me."
Meera looked into my eyes for two seconds.
"And you believed it?" Meera's question surprised me. I did not expect her to think Tejas could by lying about his size.
"Yeah, why not?" I asked before saying, "You don't believe it?"
Meera smirked.
"I won't believe such a thing before verifying it myself."
I was stunned.
"How?"
"By stripping him."
She was smirking. I knew she was joking.
"How? You'll casually ask him to take off his clothes?"
"No. I know he's quite into me. My presence turns him on. It's not a big deal, but only if you let me."
She was teasing me.
"Even I would love to know the truth, then," I said. "But what happens if he turns out lying?"
"Then I'll beat him up, for lying to us?"
I laughed. "He'll be sad that I shared his secret with you."
"How? Because then he should be the one who tried to fool you."
I nodded. "That's true. But then what if he truly has a small dick?"
"Then..." She looked up to the ceiling and thought for a second. "Then I'll try making him big." She was laughing and I joined her.
"But why did he tell you about his size in the first place?" Meera asked later.
I thought for a moment to make up a reply.
"I don't remember when; our talk was about masturbation and he said it's more satisfying than actual sex. I disagreed. So he explained it was an opinion based on personal experience and limitation. This led him into talking about his size."
Meera stared at me for a moment.
“You are such a moron to tell me all this,” She blamed.  "So is your friend.  Don't believe his lies."

*****        *****        *****        *****

Lalit called me to his cabin on Monday.
"I am truly impressed with your skills, Krish." He said. "Skills other than professional, I must say. I recommended them to axe you, but what they gave you is promotion. Take it."
He pointed to a letter on thy desk. I was surprised.
The letter said I was being promoted and my salary was going to rise. I was directed to go to their main branch in Bangalore to attend three weeks training sessions, to be eligible for the promotion.
However, my excitement was diluted as I went through the whole letter. It wasn't simply a promotion. It also mentioned that my current post was terminated. It meant if I did not take the promotion, I would lose my job.
Desai visited me in the afternoon. It was the first time he was meeting me after he tried to lure me with his apartment gift. He asked me if I got the promotion offer.
"They wanted to lay you off but it was me who saved you. I always consider you my friend."
He patted on my shoulder.
"You’ll leave next week. When you return, you'll find a new world awaiting you. Your life is going to improve, my friend. You’ll have enough money and I’ll be there for anything you need."
"I need to discuss this with Meera."
I told him.
"Don’t worry about her, Krish."
Desai assured.
"She’ll be safe here. I’ll be there for anything she needs. If you say I’ll take her to the apartment to show around. But only if you are comfortable with it. I won't be doing anything without your permission. Not even a phone call. It's my promise." 
He kept his arms around my shoulders, towering on me with his presence.
I knew the trap was laid. I only needed to walk into it.
"I wish you all the best and success in your career and life, Krish." He went on. "Go and finish the training. When you come back I will present you a nice gift myself."

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(26-11-2020, 11:08 AM)Sagar s Wrote:  Bro one week is too late can,,t u give two updates a week....
Its a humble request from your fan.... :)
I really loved your stories too much Heart
Bro it's not possible right now. In fact I feel like i might not finish next chapter on time. From Sunday I won't be able to write due to family commitments. So I might delay next chapter until 15 December. After that I will try to give 3-4 updates fortnightly.
I am not thinking about decreasing the size to increase the frequency of chapters. Every chapter is going to be big as of now.
Thank you.

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(27-11-2020, 04:09 AM)critic_honest Wrote:  Krish My Man !!! ... Only one word for your writing skill "AMAZINGGGG"   Iex  

I thoroughly enjoyed each and every single line of this update.I purposefully completed reading this update in 2 days just to remain curious to read the remaining part the next day (I know its weird).
Surprisingly Tejas part was hell exciting this time...and honestly when all of a sudden Meera came towards Tejas to imitate as if she's about to spit in his mouth, GODDD that was sooo sooo fucking hot and erotic.That is what makes Meera "The Meera". She is such a mesmerising and astonishing character that I bet no one can stop falling for her (That is why I understand Desai's desperation for her. Its just not her looks or body which solely excites you, It's her conversation, her personality which makes you lust for her and I guess Desai by fluke had a chance to feel that for once and this is why she is not going away from his mind).
Meera makes me remember of someone in my life who is exactly like her in every aspect and thats why I'm in love with the way she is. Her conversation part itself is enough to make you hard. Such is her aura and personality. One thing I love about her the most ,is that she always has something to say when pillow talking with Krish ,for instance she never revealed about kitchen bra' strip episode of Tejas the same night with Krish.She waited and expressed it the next day ,when Krish again started dwelling on Tejas' topic. She always has things stored in her which she talks about when time is right for it and I didn't mean in any way that she hides important life related things from Krish. It's just those little exciting episodes which she knows when to reveal and Krish also won't get hurt after knowing. Infact it transforms the conversation more live and exciting when she reveals such little but not petty instances during conversation.
(This remind me of one thing. Hope next time Tejas gets his reward from Meera's mouth which luckily Krish got on Tejas' behalf)

One more thing I gotta say to you Krish. Although you promised 2 update per week but the way last 2 updates are coming, it is even better  because a long update per week is very much better than 2 short updates in a week. We are able to connect better with Single long update rather than 2 short ones. I don't want to sound greedy and ask for 2 such long updates in a week  Tongue. I know its quite tuff to do.

I'm desperately and impatiently waiting for the next update. How skilfully Meera is going to find out Tejas' size and what's Desai going to do in Krish's absence. I'm sure Desai won't be able to get into Meera's pants that easily as Meera is not "Ananya" but surely he has some plan to at least talk to Meera and meet her may be.
I wish he at least gets to have his long awaited normal "date" with Meera.He has been really fighting hard for that.Will Meera convince Krish for that without making him hurt or suspicious.That we will find out ?? 
          But again have to mention a point which by far i'm unable to digest ,that why Desai repeatedly is so direct with his words about Meera when he is talking to Krish.I don't think doing favours for Krish or directly asking to bed Meera is going to help Desai at all.Instead Krish will hate him more and more. If Desai would have known Krish like Tejas, he wouldn't do such mistakes again and again.Even if somehow he  cunningly gets to bed Meera, that will also happen only once as Krish after knowing that he has been cheated will eliminate all kinds of relations with Desai there and then.If Desai wants to have Meera more than once, he has to play genuine and not just cheat.Desai need to change his attitude and I think the way Krish is , he for sure will start getting aroused if Desai stops boasting of himself and starts creating such an impression in Krish's mind that it will be only Krish who will be in command if he lets Desai to talk to Meera. 
Krish is not an hateful or vengeful guy. He is a kind of person who gets aroused when he thinks that things are in his control and that is why he lets Tejas flirt with his wife because Tejas listens to him and Tejas makes Krish feel comfortable with his words. Desai should definitely work on his ego if he wants to meet Meera.

I hope Desai in his desperation doesn't make any mistake just to prove Krish, which in turn would worsen the relationship of Meera and Krish and thus losing the chance of getting Meera as she can be won only when she is with Krish and is in stable mind. She loves Krish immensely and if things don't remain good between the couple ,then for sure she would get hurt and wouldn't pay any heed to Desai.This will surely make Krish more angry and Desai would permanently lose Krish as a "friend".


Goddd this update just filled me with energy and I can't stop thinking about the next update....my mind is racing
Will have to wait one week I guess banana
Thank you for the long comment. I am just thrilled when guys sit up and put their thoughts into a long comment. 
(02-12-2020, 01:00 PM)kamdev99008 Wrote:  krish dear.............update next plz

(03-12-2020, 10:40 AM)Kalyan143 Wrote:  continue bro

(03-12-2020, 02:48 PM)peter171 Wrote:  Waiting for updates

(03-12-2020, 03:31 PM)Sagar s Wrote:  Update krish boy

(10-12-2020, 12:59 AM)Chutiyadr Wrote:  Waiting for new updates

(10-12-2020, 04:31 AM)peter171 Wrote:  Waiting for next updates

(10-12-2020, 12:45 PM)kamdev99008 Wrote:  krish dear..............

waiting eagerly for next update

(14-12-2020, 04:42 AM)The Last samurai Wrote:  Waiting for the update Krish hope u are back and update will come soon all the best waiting for raunchy action

(14-12-2020, 01:44 PM)peter171 Wrote:  Waiting for updates

Thank you all for showing such overwhelming response. Like I mentioned in my last comment, I've been a bit busy with personal stuff. Forgive me for making you wait.

Tomorrow, I'll post the next episode.

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Chapter - Nine
 
Desai's game plan was obvious. It wasn't for nothing that he wanted me to be away from Meera for three weeks. He was done trying to convince me to let him have a 'harmless date' with her.
Three weeks. I shook my head in disgust. I had not forgotten what he did to Ananya in Sam's absence in the span of a few weeks. He was that cunning. He was a player who knows how to play his cards right and how to score with the woman he wanted.
"Go and finish the training. When you come back I will present you a nice gift myself."
I had the brain to guess what gift that would be. When I return from Bangalore after three weeks, I might be welcomed at my home by himself. He would look sweaty around his neck, or his whole body would be covered in sweat. He might tease me about celebrating a small accomplishment before leading me into my room.
"Have a look inside," He would insist.
In the room, Meera would be lying in my bed. Naked, tired, and motionless, with a layer of sweat around her body.
I was not able to think straight anymore as his voice began to echo inside my head.
"Don’t worry about her, Krish. She’ll be safe here. I’ll be there for anything she needs."
"When you return, a new world awaits you. Your life is going to improve."
"They wanted to lay you off but it was me who saved you."
“In return, he would only prosper in his life."
I heard Ananya's voice too, "I was too indebted to him to deny his wish."
My mind was going crazy. While heading home I found it tough to concentrate on my driving through the evening traffic. I fought the urge to head to a bar and find solace in booze. By the time I reached home, I had made a decision; that I was not going anywhere.
Let them fire me. That will be the last of seeing Desai's face at my workplace.
 
Meera noticed my gloomy face the moment I walked in.
"What happened?" She asked.
"I got fired." I took her arms in mine, and I felt weak. "I'll find another one, baby."
Meera stood there silently for a few seconds, looking straight into my eyes. "Is this about Susheel Desai?"
I could not look into her eyes and lie at the same time. I nodded.
"Why? What happened?"
"He wants me to go to Bangalore. He wants to send me away from here."
"What is it? Are you getting a transfer?"
"Training. He says it's for training. Three weeks."
"And after that?"
"After that, I can come back. A pay rise will be there."
Meera's brow furrowed for a moment before she pushed me away and slapped lightly on my upper-arm. "Idiot! Did you get the promotion? I got really scared." She was laughing.
"No," I tried to explain. "It's not just promotion, Meera. It's... He wants me to be away from here, away from you so that he can take advantage of it."
Meera stopped laughing and stared at me.
"You think he can take advantage of me just because you are away?"
Her reaction put me on the back foot.
"No, I didn't mean that, Meera. I am just worried about you. I know how crooked a person Desai is."
I wanted to explain how Desai had managed to seduce Ananya and even turn Sam into a pimp by offering prosperity. But I did not want to give away my closeness to Ananya.
Meera grabbed my arms.
"I promised you, Krish, I can handle him. There is nothing you should be worried about."
"Meera, please. I am not feeling right about it. I'll find another job."
"Come on, Krish. Don't be silly. Have you forgotten the crisis we went through when you lost your job last time? And now you have a better job. The timings and the distance are convenient. And a decent salary despite the free weekends. We are getting a lot of time to spend together. This is the job that brought the best for you and us. Our life is improving. We're getting financially stronger. In fact, I'm looking forward to the day you'll tell me it's time for parenthood. It's time we should think about having kids, Krish. So, don't even think about quitting."
"Meera," I looked at her helplessly.
She put her finger across my lips.
"Don't say anything now. You are going for the training and you are getting that promotion. I want to see how that prick is going to take advantage of it."
There was nothing I could say to convince her.
 
In the bed, later, she put her arms around me and told me how she would feel if I didn't change my mind.
"If you quit, it means you are scared of Desai. It will be a shame, Krish. Promise me you won't quit."
I looked into her soothing eyes for a long time and nodded.
"Okay. I promise you."
Next day I booked a train ticket for my hometown. I also planned to visit our newly purchased land property at the hometown before joining the Bangalore office.
 
Our plan to vacate our apartment after one week had to be preponed. I spoke to Tejas and he was ready to move out two days earlier. It somewhat helped me stop overthinking about Meera.
We hired a Packers & Movers company to shift the household items. I decided to shift loose fragile items myself in my car with help of Tejas. His presence made me feel better and I was finally behaving normally.
He was going to leave for Nagpur in a week. We had a bad feeling about it because we knew that it would be the last few days of our friendship. He was going to settle in Nagpur with his sister's help.
"My sister is already suggesting me a couple of job opportunities. I'll have to take up one," Tejas told me.
Meera heard him and she teased him for his lack of interest in having a job. She was fetching a box of photo frames into the car. Tejas noticed she was eating a lollipop. Its stick was sticking out between her lips.
"You are eating a lollipop! Where's mine?" He asked.
Meera winked at him. "I had only one. So I ate it." She spoke with the lollipop still in her mouth.
"You are so selfish. I am working hard to help you, and you didn't think about me before eating that?"
"I am not selfish. I have one for you. But it's a second-hand one. Will you take it?"
"A second-hand lollipop?"
"Second-hand means used; partially used. You can have it."
With a teasing smile, Meera pulled out the lollipop and held it in front of him.
"Second-hand, yeah!"
Tejas laughed.
"Don't wanna have it?"
Meera dared him again.
"Yeah, why not?"
Tejas snatched the lollipop from her hand and put it in his mouth.
"Eww!" Meera made a face. "I forgot who I was teasing."
 
Tejas's equation with Meera was both innocent and intimate. She always teased him for not trying to get a job but he never took her seriously. She often told him he would have earned a nice job had he put just half the effort trying to flirt with her. He would accept all the berating like compliments. But he would never waste a chance to touch her hands and to ogle at her. And she would always protest, warn and ridicule him. She even threatened me, jokingly, that she would push 'my friend' off the balcony.
"Your friend might not make it to his sister, I tell you, Krish."
"My services during your shifting aren't for free anymore, after so much berating. I'm gonna charge you for this," Tejas retorted.
Being a talkative person, Tejas never stopped telling us funny stories. Meera enjoyed all of them only to complain later that his jokes were juvenile.
"Yeah, I know what jokes you would enjoy. Okay?"
Tejas hit back.
"Tell me one, then," Meera said.
"Here's one. A man was very confused about what to gift his wife on their fifth anniversary. He sought his friend's advice. The friend jokingly suggested him to give a certificate to the wife that says 'you are hereby permitted to have sex however you want, in any positions, for the next two hours'. The man took the idea very seriously and he meticulously followed it. The next day the friend saw him very angry for the advice. He asked how his wife reacted. The husband said his wife was very happy with the certificate; she actually kissed him to thank him, saying 'you're so great. I'll see you in two hours' and left."
Meera laughed, only to tell him, "it's a copy-paste joke from WhatsApp, isn't it?"
"Yeah, it's a copy-paste. I have to copy-paste because I'm a little inexperience in these matters like you ma'am." Tejas said.
"What do you mean by inexperienced?"
"He's probably referring to his virginity," I said.
Meera laughed at my remark.
"Why should I refer something I don't have?" Tejas asked.
"Oh really?" Meera turned to him. "I too thought you're a virgin. Because you were always playing innocent whenever I mentioned Anamika."
"Anamika and I are just friends," Tejas said readily. "But my doubt is why are you thinking about my virginity? Do you have something in your mind?"
"Yeah, I know of a person who might hook up with you. But what's the use now? You're leaving." Meera never stopped teasing him.
 
We had to shuttle between the apartments three times before we moved all the items. The packers and movers had already left after shifting heavy stuff like furniture and other packages.
We were tired at the end of the last trip. Meera was pissed when she saw the elevator damaged suddenly. I joked that she hardly did anything to be tired so much. Meera made an angry face to me.
"I'm really tired, can't you see?"
I shook my head. "If you're so tired then it's my duty to help you, dear. I can carry you to the third floor if you want."
"That's so nice of you." Meera's agreed instantly.
"I was joking, baby." I laughed and walked to the stairs.
Meera made an angry face at me again.
"Try me," Tejas offered.
"What about you?" Meera was as surprised as me.
Tejas smiled. "Well, it's my pleasure."
"Are you sure?"
Though Meera wondered, she was suddenly game. She lay on his back with her arms around his neck, pressing her boobs on his back. Tejas lifted her with his arms making a circle behind her thighs. I followed him as he walked up the staircase. My eyes were on her butt which was being pressed by his arms. I wondered who was enjoying the ride more.
Tejas was tired like hell by the time we reached the third floor. He almost fell onto the couch. Meera offered him water.
"I can't even lift my hand to hold that glass, ma'am." Tejas panted.
I laughed, "You thought it'd be a cakewalk like in movies, didn't you?"
"Don't worry," Meera brought the glass to his lips, helping him drink the water. "Your exhausted look makes me feel like overweight."
Tejas slowly held her palm and said, "Your hand is so soft and beautiful."
Meera pinched his cheek and got up. "You'll never stop flirting, idiot!"
 
After having parcelled lunch we unpacked our items and arranged the house in order. When everything was done Tejas asked Meera to make a cake to mark the beginning of life in the new place. Meera agreed.
"But you'll have to help me and then wait till the morning," she told him.
Tejas was going to stay at a friend's house for the rest of his days in Pune. I asked Tejas to phone his friend and tell him that he's staying with us overnight. He agreed, considering he had a few more personal items left in the flat.
Later that evening Meera asked him to take her out to show around the nearby markets. Tejas was happy to grab the opportunity to sit behind her on the scooty. Before they went he sneakily approached me.
"I'm going to have a great time with ma'am!"
I patted on his shoulder. "Wish you good luck with that!"
When they came back after one and a half hour, I gestured at him if he had a great time. He shrugged his shoulders and made a sad face. It turned out Meera had refused his coffee invite.
Later, while sipping the coffee Meera made for us, Tejas said he had noticed a man trying to rub his back against her and he thought the man was deliberately doing it.
"He was standing away from her, trying to grind his butt against ma'am's back," Tejas said.
I got up and approached Meera. "Like this?" I turned and rubbed my back behind her. Meera giggled. "But I wonder why should a man rub his back against a woman?" I asked.
"I knew what he was doing," Meera said with a grin at Tejas. "And I also knew you were watching it."
Tejas' eyes widened.
"If he made a move more deliberately, I would have scolded him."
"Don't play the hero part free, dude. If he was a little more deliberate, I would have done scolded him myself."
Meera said.
"Wasn't he intimidating?"
"He was just a fan who couldn't control his admiration. I don't deny the harmless joy of my fans."
"Oh man, the wrong person got lucky today." Tejas sighed.
"Why?"
"I am the biggest fan of you, ma'am."
"Are you?"
She was smiling when she looked into his eyes.
"Yeah, ask Krish sir. He'll tell you how much I like you." Tejas said.
"Then next time you try standing behind me," Meera suggested.
 
They were constantly pulling each other's legs, but both of them never skipped the opportunity to flirt with each other either. I was always around, enjoying the verbal games and jokes.
After baking the cake Meera took a bath and came out with loose top and pyjama. The wriggled and unbuttoned neckline of her black top allowed her cleavage to be partially visible. Pyjama was tight on her thighs and the pleasingly plump shape of her thighs was noticeable. At once she casually stood talking to us while tying the loose hair with both hands, and the bottom line of her top was raised, exposing her midriff. My eyes first caught the beauty of her navel, and then I quickly turned to see where Tejas was looking. He was a breathless statue, copying her image into his mental canvas. He smiled at me when he realised he was caught staring at my wife.
"Stop staring at me, Tejas," Meera said, without looking at Tejas. He laughed. I too laughed at him. Meera looked at me. "You too, Krish. Being my husband doesn't mean you can stare at my body like a horny chap."
Tejas burst into laughter, "I liked that one."
We had a homely dinner after that.
 
When Meera came to bed I grabbed her and pulled her into the bed.
"I am the horny chap who likes to stare you. Do you have any problem?"
I asked, my lips an inch away from hers.
"Mmm...I have a problem," Meera said, "if you just keep staring and don’t do anything else!"
Next moment I felt her palm behind my head, pressing. My lips merged with hers and she opened her mouth to let my tongue finds hers. I darted my tongue into her mouth. I cupped my palms around her face and sucked on her soft lips.
"This is our first night," I whispered. "First night in this new house."
Meera laughed. "I feel like in a hotel room."
"Why?"
"Suddenly landing here, in a new bed, and someone's trying to take advantage of me."
I pinched her cheek. "You can take advantage of me too."
I lifted her top by the waistline and brought my lips to her navel. Meera giggled as I flipped my tongue around it. She took off her top and threw it aside. My palms went upward to worm inside her bra cups and squeezed her melons. My lips trailed upward and over her breasts, and she with a smile pulled up her bra to reveal her erect nipples. They were ready to be sucked on. I drew circles around them to make her moan and then bit at the tips to make her hiss with slight pain. We were moving faster into the territory we were hungrily waiting for. My left palm moved downward and sneaked inside her pyjama and then inside her panty. She was waiting for it. She pulled down the pyjama and panty.
"Lick me, Krish." She breathed into my eyes.
I followed her wish quickly and pulled down the clothes to help her become completely naked. As I stood on my knees to take the clothes off her, she lay with her thighs close like a shy woman, and I could see she was far from that. I loved how she was throwing eyes at me, gushing a seductive smile. I wanted to chew her soft lips till they bled.
"What are you looking at?" She asked.
"Your lips...I want to bite it."
"Which lips?"
Her bold remarks like that never ceased to amuse me. I wondered if any other wife would do that to her husband so confidently, while I spread her legs with a smile and gestured at her centre.
"This one." I quipped and dived into it. A few moments later, Meera was making a loud moan as I did exactly what I told her.
"Aaaah..." She cried. "Slow..."
I didn't intend to slow down at all. The more I subjected her pussy lips to my tongue assaults the more vocal she became. With the sound of her moans, my dick grew harder. I was shedding my clothes one by one though slowly, and the moment I became completely nude she pushed me and asked me to lie down. Next moment I saw me lying on my back and Meera climbed on top of me. I watched her close her eyes as she took me into her love hole. She grabbed my palms and began to ride me.
"Feeling good?"
She smiled at me.
"Mmm...." My response was a moan.
She had the expertise to ride me to the gates of pleasure. Starting with the slow jerking of her waist while holding my arms, she soon sent me through those gates by bringing her mouth down to breath into my mouth while slapping hard onto my dick with her lower body. She rode me non-stop and I was going to explode.
"Meera..."
She knew what I meant, and she did not stop.
"I am safe, cum inside me..."
She rode me a few more seconds and collapsed on my chest, and I pumped into her one last time before I emptied my load inside her. She was panting, and I was breathless for a few seconds.
It was mind-blowing.
"That was great, honey," Meera said when our breathing became normal.
"Yeah; nice beginning, right?" I smiled at her and wore my pants.
There was a knock on the door.
"Krish sir." I heard Tejas' voice. "Guys, sorry to disturb you. I need to go out. Would you please lock the front door for once?"
Meera pulled a sheet over her and gestured me to answer the door.
I got up and opened the door, without caring to wear my shirt. Tejas was standing there.
"What happened?" I asked.
"My friend has an emergency..." He said hurriedly and paused. "I...I have to leave, I'll tell you later."
I saw him looking beyond me, to the bed where I knew Meera was lying with just a sheet on.
"I want you to lock the front door," Tejas repeated.
"Okay," I said.
Before following him I turned to Meera. She was sitting in the bed, her body still covered by the sheet.
When Tejas left I locked the front door and came back the room. Meera was thoughtful.
"What happened, honey?"
I asked.
"We were very noisy. Don't you think he would have heard us making love?"
"I'm not sure about that," I said with a smile. "But I'm sure where he was looking at when I opened the door."
As I climbed on the bed Meera hugged me and her left hand went straight to my crotch. I was hard.
"Mmm...I knew this!"
Meera giggled. I turned to face her, and put my right leg over her.
"Yeah, I'm hard because I am aware that my friend has just seen my beautiful wife clad in this thin sheet," I said and put my hand inside the sheet. "All left to his imagination."
Before she could say anything my lips sealed hers. Her hand at my crotch moved inside my pants and her grip around my dick turned it further harder and stronger.
"Meera... My baby... I don't want to stop doing this..." I breathed.
"Then don't."
A few minutes later, I was on top of her, driving my shaft into her pussy at a brisk pace. She kept kissing me, wrapping her arms around my neck and then welcomed another burst of my cum inside her.
 
Tejas did not return that night. He phoned me in the morning to inform me that his friend's father had suffered a heart attack in the midnight. With Tejas' help, they were able to take him to the hospital and save him.
 
I went out in the morning and when I came back I checked the cake in the fridge. It looked perfect. I asked Meera if it's ready to eat.
"I don't know. I haven't checked."
Meera said. I was surprised at the lack of enthusiasm in her voice.
"What happened to you, Meera?" I asked.
"Nothing. I'm just tired."
I wondered if the reason behind her tiredness was our long love-making session and the thought brought a smile to my lips.
 
Tejas returned in the evening, and straightaway asked about the cake. It was ready. Meera cut the cake into pieces and it was delicious as expected. Tejas showered Meera with compliments but she still remained gloomy. Tejas noticed it and asked me about it. I told him that she was going to be alone for three weeks since I was going to Bangalore.
"She doesn't like to be here, alone in a new place," I said.
"Then ask her to take a vacation for three weeks. She can spend time at hometown and you can visit her every weekend, can't you?" Tejas suggested.
I felt it was a nice idea. My hometown was just an overnight journey from Bangalore.
Tejas left soon after packing all his leftover belongings in a bag.
 
We went to meet our neighbours, and we also distributed the homemade cake. Pawan and Sheetal were excited to welcome us. Sheetal took Meera to her kitchen and I sat with Pawan in the living room. However, within a few minutes, I noticed that the couple were overly excited and they were pretentious. When we returned I mentioned this to Meera and she looked at me.
"Yeah, you're right. I noticed it too. There's something strange in their behaviour."
She said.
 
That night I asked Meera about going on vacation for three weeks. But she refused.
"That means we are running from him, Krish. I told you, I don't want to be scared of Desai. Please don't force me."
I was disappointed but there was no way other than to convince me to have faith in Meera and my fate.
 
Two days before my journey, another thought came into my head. The registration process of our newly purchased land property was not completed.
"If we visit our hometown now, we can finish the registration," I told Meera.
"That's a good idea." Meera agreed. "Why should I come for that?"
"I want the property to be registered in your name," I said. "After all, it's your earnings."
The money to buy the property had come from the sale of Meera's flat in Lavanya Apartments.
Meera gave me a strange look. "What's this new 'my earnings - your earnings' thing?"
"I didn't mean that. If it was my earnings my automatic thought process will be to spend it on my behalf. Likewise, since it's your hard-earned money, let's keep it like that. Your mom will also like it."
Meera did not agree at first. But my argument finally convinced her and she decided to come with me.
"Okay. You're not sacrificing the property to convince me to come with you, are you?"
"Sooner or later I would have registered it in your name only. For the same reason that I told you. It's just happening now because you are coming with me."
"What will I do in my home for three weeks? I will be alone."
"Don't you love your family at all?"
"I love them. But I will miss you."
"You will miss me even if you stay here."
"But here I'll be busy with my job. At home, I'll be always thinking about you."
"Then come with me and stay in Bangalore."
"Ha-ha." Meera laughed. "Mom will kill me if she knew I'm not with her but sitting in a hotel room for three weeks."
 
Finally, I had managed to convince my dear wife to take a vacation. I suddenly felt a huge weight off my head, as I realised I was going to fail Desai's plan whatever it was. I was filled with overjoy. Next morning I took a Tatkal ticket for Meera, on the same train that I was going to board on the following night. She got an RAC ticket which meant her seat position in the train would be decided only while boarding the train. It didn't disappoint me at all because I was already feeling like a winner.
I was out of an imaginary bubble that I had been trapped in for a week.
As I mentally celebrated my little feat of beating out Mr Susheel Desai and began packing for the long tour I also realised I wouldn't be seeing Tejas when we return to Pune after three weeks. I knew I was going to miss him.
 
It hadn't been long since I met him but the intimate nature of our friendship was much stronger than any friendship I had with anyone else. I'm ashamed to accept that at the back of my mind I even felt I hadn't explored our friendship as I could. But I didn't really know what I was looking for. I never expected him to seduce my wife. But his presence around my wife and his honesty around me had kept me on the edge for long without intimidating me.
When I look back I can say my dick was turning my brain into another dick. My hormones were making me think. Or absolutely not.
I was going to miss Tejas. I was going to miss his stories. His fantasies about Meera. His attempts to flirt with her.
From my workplace, I phoned Meera and asked her if we could invite Tejas for dinner. She agreed. As I conveyed our invitation to Tejas I could sense a rush in my heartbeats. I tried to convince me it was because it was probably our last dinner with him. However, deep inside me, I knew it was because it was going to be the last few minutes he would be spending with my wife. I secretly wished if I could make it more memorable. I wished if I could let them flirt a little more. I thought of ways I could help him enjoy a little more. A little more fun. A little more teasing. My dick was constantly hard and I decided I was not going to close the door when I made love to Meera that night.
I would let him watch.
I did not know how Meera would react to my wish. I hoped she would never know.
I would make him watch us in action accidentally.
I kept thinking about Tejas and his crush on my wife throughout the day.
 
That evening Desai visited my workplace. It seemed to be an official visit but the moment he saw me he turned his complete attention towards me.
"Hello Krish, my friend." He grabbed my hand while initiating a friendly chat.
"So nice to see you. When are you leaving for Bangalore?"
I would be lying if I hated him every time I saw him. Because whenever he met me at my workplace, every single time, he treated me with dignity and equality in front of others. He was the man whom everyone wished to befriend. Well, everyone except those who knew about his true character. Nobody in my workplace, well, knew about that. My friendship with this big guy was a miracle for my manager Lalit.
When I told Desai I was leaving the next day for Bangalore, I wanted to tell him Meera was also coming with me. I wanted to see how he would react to the 'bad news'. But the presence of my colleagues stopped me from talking about my wife.
"Then we should do lunch together, tomorrow."
Desai insisted.
"Lunch..." I paused, though smiling, then bit my lips not knowing how to react. I was quickly thinking about best excuses to turn down his suggestion. Then I thought I had nothing to lose.
"There's no reason I shouldn't join you," I said.
He led me to his office as we spoke further.
"I've come to know you've shifted to a new house." His remark surprised me.
"It was just a week ago. How did you know?"
"Someone told me. I hope you've got time to settle down."
"Yeah, almost."
"Good. By the way, my lunch invitation isn't just for you but also for Meera."
He had brought back my wife into this.
"Oh, I'm afraid she won't be comfortable, Desai." I didn't refrain from speaking the truth now.
"Come on. I know she's coming with you. I know you're not giving me any chance. Relax. I'm cool with that." Desai said. I was slightly disappointed that he knew that already. I wanted to be the person informing him that. Instead, I was left wondering how he's getting informed so quickly.
Desai told me the name of a restaurant. It was North of the city. "It's not very far. It's the perfect place for a family lunch. Don't tell me you're insecure to have lunch with me in presence of your wife."
"No, it's not like that, Desai. I have no issues. But I need to ask Meera. I don't force her for anything." I tried to sound polite.
"She hates me too much, doesn't she?"
Desai looked at me in the eyes.
"You know that well."
"I feel very bad about that. See Krish, it's a plain request. You probably have an idea about what I would be thinking. But not this time. Because I think it's time I should face the reality. I have to agree that you've managed to widen the gap between me and that lady. I have a feeling that my chances are over. So this is basically just a lunch. I would have invited you only, but it would make Meera suspicious about my intention. And it'll be an insult to my ego and also your image in front of her eyes."
It was the most pacifying manner he talked to me in a while.
"I can agree with you, Desai. But I don't think Meera would agree with you even if I tried to convince her."
"I'm really saddened to hear that, but I have to respect that." Desai said, before adding, "anyway my lunch invite for you still stands. Just don't tell Meera that you're having lunch with me."
I didn't feel good about it.
"I'm sorry, Desai. We already have the plan to dine out tomorrow," I lied. I didn't have any such plan.
"Oh, I see." Desai nodded. "Have you decided on the place?"
"Not yet."
"Then I have an idea. You take her to the restaurant I suggested. And I will join you if you don't mind."
Before I knew, I was trapped by my own blunder.
"Desai, umm... I wouldn't mind that. But Meera..."
"Come on, Krish. You have nothing to lose here. You’re taking her to the lunch as planned. I will make a coincidental appearance. She won't mind if you invite me to join you upon seeing me. I'm sure she'll think positively about your decision. I'll be very happy to join you guys."
I was left with no other choice than to agree with him. I cursed my stupidity to lie about a non-existent lunch plan while I drove back home. I didn't even know if Meera would agree to dine out at a restaurant that far from our place without a reason.
 
When I reached home Meera was already cooking dinner. She had come home early. I told her that we were having lunch the next day.
"Oh, that's nice." She smiled at me. "Where?"
"I haven't decided yet," I said.
"I want it to be a nice place. Just us. It's been a while before we went out, right?"
"Yeah, baby."
I wondered how she's gonna react when Desai intrudes our lunch. But I was not anxious about it. I felt it would help Desai understand he has no place between us.
 
Tejas arrived on time.
"It'll be my last visit to this apartment." He commented while chatting with me in the living room.
I thanked him for helping us move in earlier than we planned. "And also for suggesting vacation for Meera," I added.
"So many reasons to thank me. I deserve a big party." Tejas quipped.
"This is your party," Meera came to the hall with some drinks. "Didn't you get the invitation?"
She was wearing a sleeveless maxi dress. Fresh after bath and devoid of any make-up, she looked gorgeous as ever. Tejas lightened up the moment Meera walked into the hall. I anticipated his excitement but I felt a pang of disappointment knowing that I wouldn't get to witness his crush on my wife after this night. For once I wanted him to try to confess to Meera that he was sexually attracted to her. I tried to imagine her reaction if he told her that he used to shag on her. All this went across my mind as a momentary flash only, but it was enough to get a hard-on.
"I got the invitation, but I'm not seeing any arrangements here. Only drylands, no greenery." Tejas was speaking to Meera. His eyes were shining when Meera went over to him to offer the drink.
"You're looking at the greenery, boy. Stop staring at it." Meera warned.
Tejas smiled shyly. "It's my last chance. Please let me."
"How shameless!" Meera retorted and went on to arrange the magazines lying on the centre table. When she was done she stood there, looking at him for two seconds and then bobbled her head.
"Krish, why don't you open a bottle of whiskey for your dearest friend? Let's do something about his drylands."
"I was thinking of wine," I suggested.
"Krish sir is going to make it special for me, I know," Tejas said. "I wonder what you are planning for me, ma'am."
"I have a plan, but I'm afraid you won't like it," Meera said without her usual smile. I felt there was something in her mind. But I wasn't sure what it was.
Meera went to the kitchen and I turned to Tejas. He was smiling at me.
"What?" I asked.
He blinked both eyes to gesture 'nothing'.
"Tell me, bro."
"I'm gonna miss you in Nagpur, Krish."
I smiled.
"Only me?"
"Of course I'm gonna miss Meera ma'am too. But not more than you."
"That's a compliment for me."
When the cool drinks finished I brought the wine bottle. Initially, Meera refused to drink. But then she agreed upon my request. She sat next to me on the couch as I opened the bottle and poured into three glasses. Sipping the wine and enjoying Meera's home-made snacks we chatted for an hour. Tejas spoke about his plan to join his brother-in-law on a month-long trekking camp.
"Are you never going to come back to Pune?"
Meera asked after a while.
"Of course I will visit. Maybe to meet friends. A couple of my friends are getting married in near future."
"I know you'll surely visit when Anamika returns from London."
"You always link me with Anamika. I don't know why," Tejas complained.
"I have seen your facial expressions when you talk to her over the phone. You are a liar otherwise you'll show the guts to acknowledge your love life," Meera said.
"Oh my God! I'm just the person you see in real. I was in love with a girl only once but that's not Anamika. Her name was Ahaana. But I broke up with her."
"Why?"
"Personal reasons."
"Can't tell me? I thought I was close enough to ask you about anything."
"Mmm... Yeah, that's right," Tejas looked at me. His facial expression told me about his difficult situation and it made me smile. Since I knew he would never tell her the real reason behind his break-up, I was wondering how he was going to evade Meera's question.
"Why are you acting shy in front of me? You're not shy when you flirt with me even in front of Krish. For your information, he is very well aware of your crush on me." Meera kept teasing him.
"Oh," Tejas smiled, trying to suppress his embarrassment.
Meera went on. "Krish knows that you never miss a chance to take advantage of me. You act innocent but you have a special liking for married women. Isn't that right?"
"Completely false!"
"I think in favour of Tejas," I interrupted. "I can tell you why. The first time I introduced him to Ananya he literally picked up a fight with her. There was not even a single gesture that suggested he would have liked friendship with her."
Meera shook her head multiple times. "Yeah, I  know about your fight with Ananya. But I don't think you are not attracted to her. I have known guys like you. I have seen you throwing that special look on me."
Her allegations would have been insults to Tejas, but the deliberate smile on her lips while taunting him prompted him to take it humorously. Also, her boldness wasn't a surprise for him.
"I can agree I have a crush on you but I'm innocent otherwise," Tejas said.
But Meera was not in the mood to spare him. Slowly her tone was getting harsher.
"Not just an innocent crush. I know you have my photos on your phone. Don't you zoom in to my photos when you're alone?"
Tejas pressed his palm to his mouth, expressing shock, and I burst into laughter. Tejas threw his eyes to the ceiling, confused about how to tackle Meera's new allegation. He finally looked at her.
"You are unbelievable to talk with...and...okay! I have to show you my true side. I'm a bachelor, young and single. So these things are natural. That's it!"
Meera swayed her head and looked at me.
"Krish, did you hear that? I hope now you must have realised your friend's character. He's nurturing dirty fantasies about me."
"I have no dirty fantasies about you. I'm a gentleman, ma'am."
"How would I know what exactly you have in your mind?"
"If I had something in my mind I wouldn't have suggested Krish sir send you to the hometown while he’s away. Wouldn't I have waited for him to leave?"
"That's true. He had the chance." I sided with him again.
"What would you have done then? If I stayed back what would you have done?" Meera questioned.
"I would've used the chance to flirt with you more."
"See, how innocent he's pretending?" Meera looked at me.
"I'm not seeing anything wrong here." I shrugged.
"You won't see anything because you don't know his lies."
Meera's blatant allegations by now were making it obvious that she had something serious in her mind.
"Speak openly, Meera."
I insisted.
"Yeah, speak your mind. I won't mind." Tejas said.
"You should mind it when I speak."
Meera's voice was stern now. For a moment I doubted she did not like his flirty nature at all.
"I'm getting anxious now," Tejas said, "because I have no idea what you're talking about. What is this all about?"
"It's about you trying to behave like an innocent around me and my husband. I don't like to say this because I know it's gonna hurt you but you're a creep. You stole my panty from my bathroom, didn't you?"
I was stunned. Tejas was equally speechless as Meera went on, "you don't have to make up anything because I know where my panty went missing from and you know where I must have found it. It was under your pillow. You forgot it there when you left in a hurry to help your friend that night."
I couldn't look straight at Tejas as if I feared it would make him feel worse. When he had taken Meera's panty from the bathroom I had initially tried to stop him, though in vain. But later that I was simply aroused by the kinkiness attached by the act. I was initially worried that Meera would find her panty missing but I never expected her to find it. And that too, from Tejas' bed.
I couldn't say anything to defend him. He had done the thing. So he had to face the heat.
"Ma'am," I heard Tejas clearing his throat. "I'm sorry."
"I don't need your sorry, dammit!" Meera's anger reflected in the voice. "You know when I saw my panty in your bed, I couldn't believe it. I wanted to confront you and tell you how disappointed I was. It was disgusting. I tolerated and even enjoyed every one of your perversion because there was a possibility of innocence, or infatuation or whatever. But not this. There's a limit for everything. This is outright creepy stuff. If my response to your flirty banter gave you any sort of false hope then I wouldn't blame you. But if you wanted to make a move on me then goddamn have the guts to make a move, but not like this. I'll definitely say no, but it won't at least hurt me. Stealing my undergarment makes me think you're exploiting my open-mindedness and it scares me, makes me uncomfortable." She kept coming down hard on him. I was sure he had nothing to say in his defence. His head was down. I felt pity for him. I felt I was also responsible for this. I shouldn't have let him take it. My passiveness was indeed his encouragement.
"Meera," I slowly placed my palm over hers. I don't know what came to my mind, I decided to talk. "He didn't steal it. It was a prank. He had asked me before he took it. It was just a prank, nothing else. Please understand."
Meera pulled her palm as if my touch suddenly burnt her skin. She stared at me for a long moment, in disbelief, and shook her head sideways in denial. Her eyes became wet. Not just eyes, her expression altogether changed from shock to outburst of crying. She leaned back and pressed her palms over her face.
"Oh my God! No, Krish... How could you? No..." Her voice rose while crying. I tried to put my hand around her but she shook her shoulder in protest.
"Meera... I'm sorry."
I tried to console her. She took time before she controlled her sobbing and looked at me again. Her eyes were still wet.
"Krish I knew you weren't offended by his flirting. But I never thought... you would help him do this."
She said while tears rolling down her cheeks. She wiped it with bare hands.
Tejas got up and slowly walked over to us.
"I'm sorry ma'am. I did what I shouldn't have. It was my stupidity. Krish sir had tried to stop me but I pushed it in my pocket before he could snatch it off me. He must have thought I would place it back there that's why he didn't make a scene then."
Meera had covered her face with her palms again. Tejas stood there for a moment and stepped back.
"I'm sorry Krish. I should have listened to you. I'm sorry."
I didn't know what to say. Tejas was beginning to leave and I was still unable to say anything. He slowly walked away.
"Bye, Krish."
I heard his voice behind me before he stepped out of the front door.

to be continued.......

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