[manasi]

Can anybody help me to add a poll in this thread.

I am not able to locate the link.

[manasi]

Ok dear

Give me the question and the options/answers.

I will add the poll.

@sarit11

Thank you for your overwhelming support.

The question is:
Please give your opinion, if you have read the original story.
As per original storyline, in coercing Manu   ---
    
and the options are:

1. Kavita manipulated Prem
2. Prem Manipulated Kavita
3. They jointly planned together
4. They individually manipulated each other
5. They planned iindependently without manipulating each other

Thanks in advance.

[manasi]

Option 1

And waiting for your version of story to start dude

Went your going to start dude???

@sakshisanthosh143

Please take your time to exercise your option in the poll. The poll result will be interesting. It appears, very few readers have read the original story.

Oct' 20 is not far away.

[manasi]

@ xx30

My dear friend. It appeared you have missed my first post. I had clearly mentioned that "To some extent it appeared to be realistic."

I really failed to absorb your true concern. To some extent we, all members visit xxx forums, have some inclination to pervert mentality, which may be acceptable as normal in medical fields. You know, there are difference between art and obscene. The demarcation is very critical and fortunately not rigid. It changes with our values in life and understanding.

If you have rigid objection in accepting the story as real one, no problem. Take it as a product of wild fantasy and continue reading. And as you are a regular visitor of different xxx sites, you have come across a lot of them. I consider, it should not be a problem for you to read it as fantasy one.

People have their own problems in life. Some try to find similarity of their constrained life into the wild fantasies of others. I find nothing objectionable. Earlier I had mentioned that, mind is conditioned. A little thinking will find you a lot of examples of conditioned minds. I sympathize with the people having constraints in life and struggling to win over them. Struggle with life is not failure. I salute them.

Unfortunately, I am motivated. I am motivated to give a different dimension to this particular story. The source of motivation will be divulged in appropriate time which I presume to be after last episode. Just consider my attempts as an idiotic waste of time of a highly idiot person.

As you can see, I have already wasted  60% of my energy and time to give this story a logical conclusion. Abandoning at this stage will be another idiotic behaviour. So, I will continue, till at least one reader will be here to read my idiotic expressions.

I will look forward for your valuables comments at the end of my saga.

Thank you.

[manasi]

@ dear followers

A few requests:

I am not very far away from the first update. I will be starting at chapter 27 and conclude at 35.  I may overshoot my timeframe of completion by a month or so.  My sincere appology for same.

I need your suggestions.
I am planning to post update on weekly basis containing 4000 to 5000 words each update. I can break it in two smaller parts, if you prefer, twice per week.

Most probabily, I will be violating copyright law. In case, the original writer be present in this forum, please PM me for stopping or granting permission.

I have tried my best  to maintain the original characterization intact. I agree, at some places I may appear deviated from original. To keep integrity and logical flow, I perposefully have taken some deviation, though very small.

You are all free to critisize in any manner, provided it is based on facts.

If you feel original story is a product of fantasy, my updates will be based on fantasy and vice vorca. Your individual judgement  prevails on decision.

Please don't post any images or GIF's depicting women as llascivious object. Art, definitely OK.

CAUTION

The pre-requisite for turning to updates:

1.  You have read the original story
2.  You are not looking for raw sex or humiliation

If you are ready to fulfil the above two criteria, Please continue reading Oct' 20 onwards. And don't forget to take part in poll.



Thanks in advance for reading.

[manasi]

@ xx30

There should not be any resentment in you.

What baffles me most is your interest in this thread. Out of total 13 posts, 08 posts are in this thread and the balance in bengali threads with just 2 to 3 sentences.

Your growing interest calls for explorable motives behind. There can be only three reasons.

First, you may be someway involved in similar lifestyle in real life and afraid of getting exposed.
Second, You have fallen in love with me. Very dangerous. be careful.
Third, you are instigated to act inappropriately for some vested interest.

My advise:

Open up to show your true colour.
Stop fighting with fellow readers.
Join the poll.

We are here to enjoy. Not to pull anybody's leg.

Thanks.

[manasi]

@ xx30

I am sorry for pulling your legs. I was a bit dissapointed seeing you turning wrong way towards fellow readers.
I hope will be able to motivate you in your thinking process.

Never mind. Keep reading and put your comments.

Please join polls.

Thank you again for erasing the bitter moments.

[manasi]

In all probability, I will be posting my first update on 3rd Oct.

I request all the followers to exercise  their options after going through the original story. The option exercise will close prior to my third update.

Thank you all.

[manasi]

Welcome to my research work.

Please stay away if you
1.  are looking for sex
2. have not read the original yet

Thanks everybody who have genuinely encouraged me.
Never forget to point out any deviation from original
Please join poll, if you have not done so. Option exercise will close  before third update.

[manasi]

27.1
Manu

She saw me grazing at her naval. She blushed and hurriedly shifted her sari to cover her belly. Did she blush? I was not sure. I did not have another chance to inspect the belly ring mainly due to her conscious efforts to cover it and the angle she was maintaining from my look. Was it an unintended display for me? It looked pretty logical. She was covered in a full body nightie when I arrived from office. She changed into sari exposing her naval only after ensuring arrival of her guests, her lover and his fiancé.  Presently, they were discussing about agonising increased traffic in Bangalore. Obviously, I was a non-participating audience. I sensed Gowri was glancing at me. She averted her look immediately on my recognition. It was a mystic look I had observed from the day she had started visiting our house. She appeared to be resisting herself to inform me something. Kavita was facing Gowri standing in front of me.  I could not see her facial reactions.


Surprisingly, I was not asked to wash the tea cups after tea was over. There was a radical change in her behaviour from previous weekends. Kavita collected the cups and went to kitchen wash basin. Gowri followed her.  They had some very low voice discussion while Kavita washed the cups & saucers. Prem was silently observing my eye movement, I suppose. He stealthy approached me from behind, chuckled, “Again looking at my bitches Pussy Boy!”


I jumped on reflex. We were not in speaking terms. Better to say, I avoided conversing to both of them except on urgent requirements. Even, I had stopped communicating with Kavita in the house from my side. Last I had spoken to her two weeks ago when Prem was out to drop Gowri after her second visit. It’s not that I did not find her alone. Mostly, Prem was late to reach home since Kavita shifted to his room. I did never felt that enthusiasm to speak to her in privacy. I had very little to discuss with her in privacy. We did not require any privacy. I preferred to talk to her on phone on urgent requirements. She did speak to me over weekends mostly to pass on instructions. The same was with Prem also. Last time he addressed me during our travel while I was giving him lift on Kavita’s request. That time he bullied me with Kavita’s pregnancy, her babies. I was scared. Since then we did not speak, not even on the very next day, I had given him lift to his office.


After cleaning, the two ladies walked towards Prem’s bedroom. Prem was following them. Kavita turned and stopped Prem in the middle. ”Prem, you better stay here. We girls wish not to be disturbed for some time.”

Gowri added,” And you are brining dinner for us. Contact me from restaurant for finalising menu. Don’t disturb Manu.”

Both fixed their look on my face simultaneously, smiled difficult to interpret, again looked at themselves and turned around to enter Prem’s bedroom.

Prem frowned disapprovingly at me with a filthy look. He had no option to send me out. He looked at me filthily again before leaving.

I found it an opportunity to introspect.  “What I wanted to prove in last two and half months since Prem’s arrival and more than that, what am I going to do in the present changed scenario?”

I took time to clean the kitchen area & rest of the utensils and fixed plates on the dining table before retiring to my bedroom.


My mind embroiled on what I had just observed. I could not believe my eyes. She was flaunting her belly rings engraved with A.A. The only hope I had in my mind wiped out. She appeared not to adhere to her promise of two weeks. Truly speaking, she did not promise. She had other concerns with her boyfriend as well. In the morning, she was clearly unhappy on my call. She got irritated on my impatience. Only hope she had given that Prem had agreed to Sunday. The optimism I generated vanished completely. She was possessed by Prem. Kavita, my wife presently belonged to Prem. She had openly accepted her total submission to her boyfriend.

She had planned it meticulously. I should have guessed it in the morning itself, when I had phoned her. She told, “Prem had agreed for Sunday.”

I presumed, “Prem had agreed to leave on Sunday.”

I was wrong. Prem had agreed for Sunday to play a greater role in her life. She had played well with my mind. She was scheming something behind my foolishness all the time while she blamed me for that. She told, bitterly, "Who knows? You might be scheming something." 

Background noises clearly suggested for her occupation in parlour for the gallant show. Clearly, she was disturbed on my call. Before shifting with her boyfriend, she said in a sarcastic manner, with intone,"That I am not surprised by. You are evidently slow not merely in bed." She was right in her analysis; “my brain is also rusted similar to my physical performance. “

I remembered when I returned from office a few hours ago, she was in deep thought. “She must have been evaluating various situations to make me informed on her decisions and follow up reactions. Finally, she has decided to reveal the truth in presence of Prem & Gowri, so that they can also enjoy my ultimate humiliation.”

I observed, she did not have the beaming smile I have been used to see in recent past. As if the smile was forced. Did she want to convey me that she was not happy to be possessed by Prem but my inadequacy had forced her to take this extreme decision? How can it be? There’s nothing to be proved fresh on this matter. "You cannot be Prem, and Prem cannot be you. There is no point in your trying to compete with him where you KNOW you can't compete with him." Kavita told earlier, I remembered.  My inadequacy in bed was well proved. She knew it, I knew it. So, there must be something different. Belly ring may be indicative to something else beyond possession of my wife. Twice Prem placed tattoo on her body with A.A inscribed as a mark of his ownership. He already possessed her body in all respect. She was sharing his bed all nights. She was spending all of her time with him. Then why she adorned her body with the belly ring pendant freshly? That also when Prem was deemed to leave?

Then it stuck in my mind. Last, time when I was giving Prem lift in my car, Prem intimidated me, "You've already been trained much better by your pretty wife, P.B. And you needed it; you needed to be mentally trained so you can raise your pretty wife's babies."

“Does the belly ring pendant have significance to this? Belly, the womb belongs to Prem. She is permitting Prem to impregnate her. Is this what she meant by her word ‘Prem has agreed for Sunday’? Maybe she is already pregnant. May be, she has stopped taking birth control pills and manipulating systematically to divert my attention. Maybe, she is planning for a grand party on Sunday, who knows? My wife has planned everything meticulously in all earlier incidents to make me fool. Prem was correct. I was being trained to accept her illegitimate children with Prem. She never loved me. She never wanted Prem to leave. My role is to support her financially and provide social respect to her and her children. Her children fathered by Prem!” I felt a compelling urge to check the medicine box again. I wanted confirmation on her decision. I decided to wait for right opportunity.

I wiped my eyes silently.


When Kavita knocked my door for dinner, I had resolved not to express my internal turmoil to expose. It surprised me seeing her in a most conservative shalwar Kameez suit. She had changed her dress again. So, it was confirmed, she did not want me a show off of her belly ring presently. The untoward mistake had been corrected amicably. It was meant to be appreciated by her lover, father of her future baby. It appeared the celebration was not planned for tonight.  I got a relief from immediate humiliation. If her purpose of flaunting belly ring was to keep me in my place, her purpose had been fulfilled.

I maintained a stoic appearance in dining table. I was hungry but not feeling like eating. I continued playing with food of my plate making a show. I could not leave dining table abruptly inviting unwarranted attention.  Prem was making silly jokes to keep both ladies involved. Gowri occasionally joined not appeared to be enthusiastic. My third sense cautioned me. Kavita was observing me silently. Normally they ignored my presence in dining table as had observed in previous weeks. I concentrated more on my actions generating an impression of keenly occupied in eating. She was weighing my reactions, I presumed.  “I am not giving you any chance to read my mind any more my darling wife”, I cautioned myself. Presently Kavita got up collecting her plate. Did she understand my plight? Did she read my mind? Gowri followed her suit making it easy for me.


I collected the remaining plates to clean. Gowri offered help, which I politely denied, “You are our guest. I cannot allow you.”Gowri was showering more respect: I became more cautious. She appeared offended by her look before silently moving to drawing room. Kavita continued gazing at me from the threshold of kitchen. Most probably she was inspecting my cleaning quality. Mistress of my master was supervising the slave of the house. "Manu, please wash them thoroughly if you are going to offer to wash them. I don't like to put on clothes dirty after washing, or clothes with soap stains." She didn’t tell me presently. I remembered her earlier comments after inspecting the clothes I had washed. I was afraid she will call Gowri & Prem before declaring, “Manu, please clean the dishes properly. I can’t serve food to my lover in unhygienic plates.” I concentrated on cleaning not desiring to be humiliated on pretty issues in presence of Gowri.

Prem was watching TV after dinner.There was visible change I observed from earlier weekends. Kavita didn’t instruct me anything. There were no wistful movement to humiliate me either. Was it a forecast of a disaster? Was the present calmness indication of a greater turmoil of my life? If my conclusion on belly ring pendant was correct, then yes, it was indicative of the end of my life.  Both the ladies retired to bedroom soon after Kavita shifted the leftover to refrigerator. Prem for the first time did not take his bitches to his bed.  I had a strange feeling that my wife’s eyes were following me. I ignored and silently moved to my room. I closed the bedroom door securely.


It’s enough, I thought. “My tears, my emotions have no value to her. She alone can’t be blamed for present situation. Before becoming my wife, she is a woman. And I failed in every aspect to honour her womanhood. I could not fulfil her basic needs. She may be right in her rights of devouring womanhood. She could have achieved it in straight forward manner. At least, I could expect some humanity. I could have been spared form humiliation. She could have allowed me a graceful exit. She may have realised that, I do not deserve it also.”

“Do I?” I asked myself.

“It’s of no use to blame anybody. The mess created by me has to be cleaned by myself. Nobody forced me into my silent suffering. Kavita definitely did not. Prem, yes, he bullied me, physically assaulted me, and psychologically pressurized me into slavery. Again, he was invited by Kavita. Without her active encouragement and persuasion, Prem could not behave so adamantly with me. He was only a co-conspirator; an accomplice of the greater planning conceived and perfected none other than my beloved wife. Whom should I fight against my present situation and how? Definitely, I lack the physical strength and I should not try for external help after tolerating so much. What options are left for me after her pronouncement of getting pregnant by her lover?” I failed to resolvemy reactions. Desperation started growing inside me.

Always, always she had given me her false promise of not leaving me. My memory traversed to the past incidents following Prem’s arrival.


***

I was forced to apologize to Prem for no fault of mine. I initiated confrontation on her sleeping with Prem.  Kavita walked out of bedroom to sleep on sofa. During my persuasion to her for returning, Prem manhandled me in front of her eyes.  Later she had sex with Prem that night. She exhibited a gallant show of her youthfulness dressing in obscene outfits. As a reward, I was made to wash clothes, prepare dinner and apologize. Seeing my plight, she was jovial, "I was proud of you Manu. It takes a REAL MAN to say sorry when he knows he is wrong."

She made mockery of me. I considered her mockery as real. I got pampered.

I looked at her, but failed to detect sarcasm in her expression. Just the radiant, beaming smile deceived me. I embraced her and said, "I love you, Kavi. I don't want to lose you."
She held me tight and said, "Don't be silly, why would you lose me?"


The very next day, Prem injured my hand.  On the way to hospital, Prem offered to vacate. She ignored Prem’s proposal. She wanted Prem to stay. She manipulated me to hide the truth. She fabricated an imaginary story of my fall in bathroom. Back home, first she put me in dread narrating the story of Vipul. At the same time, she articulated perfectly keeping my hope alive.She assured me of her intention of not leaving me.

She looked at me and said, "I know you've had performance issues in bed too, Manu. But please don't put yourself in a situation like Vipul, OK? It's different for us now, we've been married 4 years, it's not like I'll leave you just because you have performance issues. “She did not leave me for my performance issues. My performance issues had no impact in her life. She had perfectly found out alternative to circumvent my performance issues.

Performance issues! She was in spree to make up all losses due my performance issues of last four years. Nothing deterred her to achieve her goals. My partial immobilization due to cast, my agonising wait outside the closed door, getting exposed to the neighbours on illicit relationship and defamation in the society, my physical torture by her lover, nothing mattered to her except her carnal pleasure. She engaged in satisfying her physical needs each and every day, as if there was no tomorrow.

Yet, she was in all tears on the day of my cast removal. She had driven our car to pick me up, a small bait to divert my attention from imminent catastrophe. She had already planned for something big. She wanted to boost my energy level to withstand the tremor, because she never planned to leave me. She had a much bigger plan in her mind. She was playing safely with my mind for perfectly utilising my resources in later stage.

On that day, she said, “I don't know, Manu. You've been avoiding me, and now you're avoiding my phone calls." She showered her concerns for me. I only misinterpreted it as genuine. She had already planned for shifting to Prem’s bedroom. She sacrificed her invaluable tear drops to energize me, defuse my mind.


***

Yes, she left me for her boyfriend; she shifted to Prem’s bedroom the very next day. She was waiting for my cast to be removed. She slept with her boyfriend right in front of my eyes. She did not even close the door. She wanted me see. She wanted me to observe her carnal pleasure. She wanted me to understand my limitations. She challenged my authority over her. She created an environment to prove my smallness. She proved my inadequacy. She proved that her boyfriend deserved her more in all respect. She felt more attached to her boyfriend over me. She questioned on my love and attachment. After four years of marriage, she doubted over my love, my love and attachment. I was given the task to prove my attachment, the attachment she had never realised.

I should have left that day itself. I didn’t. I kept on dragging behind her like a rollicking 3rd wheel. I was not a man enough to take a decision of my own. Shamelessly I helped her in shifting her luggage. She made me her slave on that day itself. I only failed to interpret.


Yet before shifting to Prem’s room, she asked, “Do you hate me now, Manu?" She was mocking our marital vow. She was mocking my predicament. I was a coward. I could not hate her.

“Do I hate her now?” I knew very well I did not. I could not hate her. In spite of her all debacles, still I loved her.

On that day, In reply, I spat back, "You sleep with another man, Kavi. A man who bullies me all the time, and enjoys humiliating me. You join him and rub it in my face. And you're accusing me of hating you?"

She then asked, "So do you think I hate you, Manu?"
I stared at her again."I don't know if you hate me, Kavi. But I know you despise me. You have no respect for me. And I don't think you love me."

She said, “So you think I've been living with you all these years, without loving you?"

On that day I replied, "I don't know, Kavi. It seems like you've never loved me.” She mesmerised me with her charms. She trapped me in her skilful act & presentation. She encapsulated on my despair to ignite my hope. She never allowed dying down my hopes. She always kept my hope alive against my despair. She always pretended her love to keep my hope alive.
On this day, I knew for sure, she did not love me, never. She manipulated my feelings to shift to her boyfriend. She wanted to spend her full time with her boyfriend.


***

Before her shifting to her boyfriend permanently, I asked, "Do you want me to leave, then, Kavi?"
She scoffed, "Of course not, you silly!" and she moved.
She was right. She did not want me to leave. She never wanted me to leave. She needed me. She needed a slave to fulfil her fantasy. She converted me into a slave for her boyfriend and herself.

She told, "Things are not necessarily what they look like."
In clear distinct voice she informed that, love and care she was showering to me were not real. I could not blame her for her pretention of veiled love. I could not accuse her of cheating me. She warned me in advance of her intention. She cautioned me about her obscure love and care. It took time for fools like me to understand the inner meaning. I was late to interpret. I thanked God for not being too late.


***

Just three weeks back, while playing with my penis, she asked me gently, "Manu, do you not want me anymore?"

On that day, she shifted to my room for the weekend to give privacy to her lover and Gowri. It was an arrangement she made to please her lover. She did not waste her time to boost my hope. She had planned every move in advance.She was showing phoney concern.I turned away, not answering her question.
Kavita asked again, "Do you think of me as unclean, Manu? Too dirty for you?"

She continued fondling my penis. Encouraged, I said, "OK, Kavi...let's do it."

I started reaching under her nightie, and tried to put my hand between her thighs.

At this, Kavita stopped me with her hand and asked, "Manu darling, what ARE you doing?"

"Kavi...I was trying to do what I normally do...to turn you on before..."

She whispered, "Sorry, Manu. I didn't mean to mislead you. That was not what I had in mind."

I was puzzled. I asked, "What do you mean, Kavi?"
She gently took my hand away from where it was, under her nightie, between her thighs.

I asked again, imploringly, "What does that mean, Kavi? Are we not going to do it? Did you not want to do it with me?"
She replied with a sweet smile, but with a cutting air of finality, "Sorry, Manu. Out of bounds."

She was out of bound for me.  Her pussy was 'out of bounds' for me. I expressed doubt on Prem’s instruction not allowing me to penetrate her. She declined. She accepted that, she was acting on her own accord and not influenced under Prem’s instruction. She made it very clear that, her pussy was no longer available for my noodle. No longer, she considered me as her husband. She declined the basic prudent right of maritalrelationship. I meekly accepted the humiliation. Shamelessly I allowed her to fellate me. She successfully put my hope alive with little enticement. She needed a sissy slave for her enjoyment.  I was meant for filling the post. She encouraged me in sissy dressing. She was growing a sissy cuckold to fulfil her fantasy. She was training her slave. I failed to understand her ultimate motive.

I surrendered to her, "YOU, Kavi. I don't understand you at all. I don't think I know you at all."

She was happy on my submission. My master’s mistress was happy on my submission.

She smirked "Good! Am glad you finally trust me, and believe what I say, Manu. Now I can sleep in peace!"


***

And she had shown her true colours within 48 hours. She enjoyed my humiliating physical torture in the hand of her lover boyfriend. To rub salt, as if in encouragement, she engaged in immediate sex with him. She did not find it enough for my humiliation. She was cross checking the effectiveness of her plan. She showed her sly sympathy to join me in bed that night. She had her smiley confession; she enjoyed my torture. She clearly had shown me my place. But she needed to live up my hopes for not committing nuisance. She reaffirmed her obscured love. In teary eyes she expressed, “you might hurt yourself directly, or you might hurt yourself by trying to hurt Prem."

I did ignore her phony tears. Still I assured her, "Kavi...I won't do anything to hurt myself. You ought to know that about me, by now."

She was happy. She was happy knowing that I would not complicate her life by committing nuisance.

That night, I reconsidered all possible corrective steps to come out of the deleterious relationship. I did not act in positive. I was a shameless creature.

Next weekend, she made me serve coffee in her bed while displaying her nude body with her lover as a testimony of her playful nights, full of enjoyment. She made me play the role of housemaid during her weekend’s outings with her lover. She projected me as a cuckold. Again, I failed to appreciate her real motive. I was shameless. I behaved like a pathetic sissy slave. I submitted to her sadist perverse mentality. What did I learn?

I did not learn my lesson. I was a wimp. I begged for her mercy. I begged for my righteous rites.  I begged for Prem’s vacation from my house, from our house. I begged for my love & attachment, "Please, Kavi. How long do you want me to show you it's true?"

She was very happy at my performance. She was all praise of me. She profusely appreciated her slave husband. "Well, you have listened to me since Monday this week. So if we count this week, then let's say, two more weeks?"

She accused me of lacking attachment. She enjoyed more attachment from her boyfriend. "You never really had any kind of attachment over me." She told me

She had declared, "My boyfriend is much more attached to me, Manu. So I'll need the two weeks to convince him that it's OK to move back in with you. Alright?"

I did not wake up.

Once she told, "Had I been married to Prem, and you had tried to seduce me, Prem wouldn't have stayed quiet this long. He would have broken your arm or worse, long back: because that's how a man who has attachment to his wife normally behaves." I was not a man. She never considered me as a man. Love had no real value in life. It was a buzz word to placate a mind. Ultimately, it is the brutal force which matters most.

She confided again of her attachment to her lover over me. She was clear in her intention. Yes, she accused me not having attachment to her. Did she ever have any attachment with me? I never asked her. I would never ask her. Attachment was not meant for proving.  It was a feeling. It was a very personal affair to be cherished. If you feel and accept, it was there. If you don’t feel, it was not there. It should have been a wake-up call to end my trance. Instead, shamelessly, I wanted her to promise on ‘two weeks’ timeframe. Let her continue denying my attachment, if she was comfortable over it. I wanted her back at any cost. I continued my begging.


She categorically denied, "I can't promise, Manu. You have behaved admirably, this week. But I need you to continue to behave as you did, if you want to convince me that you're telling me the truth. Plus, I can't control my boyfriend, as you know, he's much more possessive over me. And there are other concerns as well."

"Like what, Kavi?"

She smiled as she spoke with an air of finality, "Oh, that's stuff between me and my boyfriend, Manu. Not your concern."

It’s now clear. She was concerned on her motherhood.  She was concerned on her pregnancy by her lover. I had no role to play!

I decided against torturing myself further.

Soon I slept after taking a sleeping pill.

[manasi]

Thanks everybody for patient reading.

Characters are already defined by indiansubmale. I cannot change them. I will not apply any illogical force to change the characters.

Next update I propose on 10th Oct 2020.

Thank you all again.

[manasi]

I don't think this sequel will go that way. The author has clearly stated at the beginning 5here won't be any more humiliation or sex. If the sissy cuckold angle comes then there will be extreme humiliation which is unexpected. Probably this sequel will be a nonerotic conclusion where manu will get justice.

The first sentence of the original story goes like this, "My name is Manu Sharma, 40 years old, one of the respectable hardworking guys you might have known in your own lives."

Manu's future is already written by indiansubmale. He is hardwirking and respected in society at the age of 40 years. He got married at age of 28 years and story unfolded after 4 yeras. So, within a span of 7 years, he recovered and extablished. Definitely, he has overcome his negative traits.

As regard to the eroticism, please view my tribute not in isolation. If you consider it a part of the main story, don't you think a lot of erotic descriptions are already included. People are living not only for sex but other important aspects also play simultaneously.

I request you one thing. Can you please list down the positive and negative traits of Manu character.

Thank you again for reading and request for joining in the poll.

[manasi]

Manu has traversed here through  down the memory lane. He is trying to visualise the whole situation in his own perspective, right or wrong may become a subject matter uf debate.
Now he should take help of some psycho analyst & an eminent lawyer so that he may come out from this rut.

Total story is traverse to the memory lane. Most of the humans traverse to the memory lane in real life. In future Kavita also may do so.

If you do not believe in miracle, Manu needs some treatment to overcome his negative traits.

Thank you. Please join polls.      

[manasi]

Great..... Great efforts to connect this sequal with original past scenario......
Your presentation of this update is superb....
My only suggestion is to make manu more alive.... Pregnancy is only a wakeup call.... All other incidents remembered by manu in this episode, are also have an importance when redefining kavita and manu's marital relationship (if any?)

Prem never have a major participation... He done everything for kavita...  On her clear instructions and involvement

Keep it up
Waiting eagerly for next

Sir,

I will add 100 odd pages to the original of 300+ pages. I may not spend much time with Manu.
Thank you for your inspiration.

[manasi]

I liked manasi's way of thinking. Manasi does not want to change characters or character behavior bechause original writer already explained character explicitly.

My suggestion is to, next writer should follow the flow of original writer thinking. Because the way original writer wrote the story, it became famous story in the xossip/ xossipy. Most entertained story in the xossipy. New writer also should think like indiansubmale, so that original story audience get interest in this story.

Few of them tried to extend this story but they distracted from the original theme. When I see any story extended by new writer and new writer change the original theme, then go to another way, the whole story got messed up.

I think if a writer wants to continue a famous story, new writer thinking style should be same with original writer thinking style.  Then the story becomes full of hot and entertainment

Thank you sir for beautifully reflecting my thought process.

The persons bestowed with creativity, would acclaim fame with their creativity. I always value and respect the creativity. I assure you once again not to change the characters. If at all there is any, it would be my judgemental error.

The poll I have kept for the same reasons. It is not for influencing me rather it will help me in my reflection of the character.  For example, nobody opted for 5th option. I will tripple check my thinking, if I propose something in favor of 5th option. Satistically 30 is a good sample for deriving any conclusion. Unfortunately, it got stuck up at 19, well short by 11 nos. Hope before I post my 3rd  update, it will become 30. The option exercise will stop before my 3rd update.

Thank you once again for your valuable comments.

[manasi]

With some changes in my earlier schedule, I will post next update tomorrow.

[manasi]

27.2
Manu


Saturday morning, I got up at the sound of my phone. It was now turn of Prem to order me coffee. He was presently head of family of the two-bedroom flat. Before knocking the door, with four cups of coffee, I mentally prepared myself for a live show of my wife’s subdued submission. I heard some very low voice mumbling could be an argument. Kavita opened the door, even before my knock. It was a shock for me. She was dressed in same shalwar Kameez of previous night.  After a long time, I saw her on weekend morning in respectable dress.  Presently she smiled at me, “Good morning, Manu.”

I kept my face down and did not return her wish back. Mornings were no longer good for me. She handed over my cup to me before taking the tray inside. As an exception to previous week’s routine, I was not welcome inside. She had already demonstrated my cuckoldry. I was not allowed to disturb their privacy.  I made a quick glance at the bed, before turning. Prem & Gowri apparently appeared to be serious from their facial appearances. Most probably they were having some heated arguments, paused in my presence. “Does Gowri know about hidden intention of Kavita and Prem? Is she unhappy on Prem for making Kavita pregnant?” I chided myself over my silly, irrational thinking. They are birds of same feather flocking together. It could be another clever ploy to divert my mind after last night’s show.



Prem left soon after breakfast. Both ladies locked them up in Prem’s bedroom.  Gowri emerged first dressed in sari and walked slowly to occupy one single seater-sofa, exactly opposite to me. First time I saw her in traditional Indian attire. She averted her eyes the instant I looked at her. She appeared to be hiding herself from my gaze.  Her looks had changed from mystic confused state to curious.

Seeing Kavita emerged from Prem’s bedroom, I trudged near her. She was also dressed in an attractive sari. Her sari was tied at the level of belly button obscuring the pendant. It was confirmed again, pendant marked with A.A was conceived for a private display for special person. “Madam, if you please hand over the laundry, I will keep them clean & dry.” I politely requested Kavita keeping my face down.

“Why do you call me madam, Manu? I am your wife. Furthermore, you are not servant of this house. I will take care of laundry tomorrow. “Kavita emphasized in low whispery voice.

My wife! Was she joking with Me.? I thought. Two consecutive weekends, she had forced me serve coffee in Prem’s bedroom. She was clinging to her lover in compromising position. I could sense a greater conspiracy in her behaviour. Politely I replied in clear voice, “Please Madam, it’s also my duty to keep your guests comfortable. Moreover, you are quite busy with the guests presently.  I will be free to keep the laundry ready.” Briefly I looked at her and added firmly, “I know, I need more training for improvement. Earlier mistakes will not be repeated, I assure. I will handwash your sensitive garments.” I became more polite, “I will ensure no stains remain on them.” Gowri must have heard me. I did not bother. I had nothing more to hide in this world.

She became red faced and put her face down appeared to be deeply embarrassed. She hurriedly moved back to bedroom to cover her expression. After some time, she was back with the laundry, still her face down. She whispered, briefly lifting her face, “Have lunch in time. Don’t think much. Give rest to your body and mind.”

She was looking at me inquisitively. Was she expecting an answer? Rest to body was acceptable but why rest of mind? What she was implying? Was there any links to her belly ring pendant and my mental rest? She was advising me not to thing deep into her intentions, her affairs. Again, she was showing her mischievous care and attachment. Definitely, she was scheming something grave against me. I was determined not to fall prey to her deliberate intention. Deftly, she was manipulating my mind again. I silently walked away with the washing load to hide my resentment.

“Going for a temple visit for seeking blessings for her baby.”, I thought. And it struck me again. Maybe she was visiting dargah. I had no idea what women do in dargah for fulfilment of their desires. Belly ring pendant could have been a part of the rituals. She most probably was moving on the path of changing faith and a new name, a prerequisite for Sunday’s auspicious ceremony. The very idea of two burqa and veil clad women roaming in the house further pulled down my already depressed mood.

Soon they left.

Opportunity arrived to ascertain my doubt. My trembling legs took me near the medicine box. My hands were shaking. I got fumbled with the packets in anticipation. I opened the pack and next moment I found them. Unlike before, there were either full strips or empty strips. I did check the pills 10 days before. I vaguely remembered the strip was less than half empty. Could be opposite also, less than half filled.  I could not exactly remember the empty slots in the strip to arrive at a definite conclusion. Possibly she was in pills. She could have been in periods and taken the last pill yesterday. May be she had already stopped taking pills and systematically, discarding one pill every day... Possibilities of putting my mind into camouflage, was not ruled out. She was capable of doing it aptly. Painfully I acknowledged not remembering the date of her last period. We did never have regular sex. Also, she never declared about her period expressively. It was a taboo for her. She always maintained secrecy on her periods in the same manner she hid her pre-nuptial affairs. I decided to re-check the pills on earliest opportunity. This time I did not make any mistake to count the full strips.

Exactly, what am I going to do knowing her intension of getting married or pregnant? She walked into her lover’s bedroom in front of my eyes. I could not stop her. On the contrary, she actually made me shift her luggage to Prem’s room. As if she was telling, “Henceforth, I am Prem’s woman. He owns my body & mind completely. You transfer your rights over me to Prem. However, as a token of gratitude for your submissiveness, I will grant you privileges to take care of my social status and financial needs.” I did oblige.


She had already informed of her special concerns with her boyfriend. Shortly she will declare, “Right now, I am carrying Prem’s baby in my womb. However, as a token of gratitude for your submissiveness, I will grant you privileges to take care social and financial status of my baby.” Her baby! Their baby!

“Should I oblige?’ I questioned myself?

There was instantaneous reply from my mind, “No, you can’t do that Manu. This will mark the end of your identity. Find a better solution than accepting it. You have many options. Be courageous to adhere to the best one. You have the capability. Decide and act. I am always in your support.”


I agreed, my options were not limited.

I quickly finished laundry job. Surprisingly, there were no under garments. I opened the refrigerator to fill my stomach. Like before, there was a note. “You did not have your dinner properly. Worm the food before consuming. Take care of your health. I will get dinner while returning.

Again she was expressing her dubious love & care. I cautioned myself again, I should not fall prey to her game plan. I consumed the food quickly to be with myself - alone.

Finally, I was ready to inspect my options critically. “What are the options left with me?” I thought.  I deliberated over the possible options

The very first option came to my mind was ending life.”Committing suicide has become very common of late. Easy, painless methods are available to ensure hassle free death. But, committing suicide will ensure my defeat. I don’t want to be defeated by Prem.  I have endured so much not to accept my defeat so easily. They will rejoice over my dead body. But, what about my parents, what are their faults? Outside my marital life, I have another life with my parents. They had made a lot of silent sacrifices for my wellbeing. They carry dreams on my prosperity, on my happiness. Am I entitled to shatter their hopes for a woman, a woman, who is cheating her husband in adulterous life? I agree of loving my wife a lot. It does not state that I don’t love my parents. They will break on my death. I can’t cause so much pain to them for a whore. Yes, I agree or not, her present behaviour is comparable with a whore only. She has been transformed into a depraved, slavish personal whore for Amir. There was no point on arguing over it. By avoiding sacrificing my life, I can be a solace of my parents. They had supported me in my childhood. I must support them when they need it more. I cannot be selfish for a whore. I cannot cheat my parents for a cheater.”

Committing suicide was not at all acceptable, I resolved.


Next option I deliberated killing either or both of them. “It is very easy for me to poison them over food. The idea of killing life stopped my heart momentarily. I could not contribute to creating a life. Shamefully, I am thinking of taking a life. God has created a life. Do I have any right to stop a life? Just thought of killing a life for a silly cause put me in squabble. -People do take lives for noble causes.  Agreed, they have caused pain to me physically and mentally. Is this cause qualifying for noble enough to take their lives? I sensed self-created humiliation. I vehemently opted against it.”  


“They also could have poisoned me systematically. They have shown mercy by not killing me. Taking a life is a heinous crime. Mind crumbles to near death. It is not causing death to someone in isolation; simultaneously it kills the murderer also. By causing death to them, I will kill my mind, my conscious. I will have to lead a dreaded life devoid of mental peace throughout my life. I may hide my heinous act from the society or law, but will never be able to hide from myself.”

“And, if I fail to hide? What next? I will be lingering in Jail, if not hanged. Again, I will disgrace my parents. I will be a good cause for their eternal misery. Every moment they will pray for my death along with their own death. Not a good idea at all.”

Taking lives was not at all acceptable, I resolved.


Next, I reflected on divorce. “Proving her infidelity will not be a big problem. Evidences can easily be gathered. Probably, I won’t be required to pay alimony also. She also could have opted for same. For some strange reasons, she did never press for it. She was sleeping with her boyfriend for last two months. She could have easily get divorce and married him. It’s clear; she did not want a divorce. Her ultimate aim suggests for her continual physical relationship with Prem, bear his children and enjoy the comfort & honour in society at my expense. Enjoy the benefit of both worlds at the same time. This necessitated for my sissy cuckolding submission to her will. There could be others reasons for her not seeking divorce till date. She was weighing my reactions. She may be negotiating with her parents. Presently, after obtaining green signals, she decided to advance.”

“This should not be a deterrence for me seeking a divorce. Going through her credentials, she may not accept a mutual one. My inadequacy will come for a discussion. The problem is my family & friends will come to know. My physical weakness confined within four walls will be public. Presently, Prem, Gowri & Kavita are laughing on my misery. Tomorrow, the whole world will laugh at me. I will have to face the grave reality in front of all known people, my office colleagues, my friends circle, her friend circle, my relatives and her relatives. She will be humiliated for her adultery, but she may get some sympathy. What will I achieve? My divorce only will bring unbearable humiliation for self and family. I can’t bear that humiliation. Not only me but my parents also will be humiliated. I can’t afford to disgrace them.  They may end their lives to escape from the harsh truth.”

“Story after divorce on my side was not encouraging al all. On the other side, what Kavita would do? I had thought on it earlier also. She will face immense scorn from society as well. Re-marriage of a divorcee woman is not easy in a society in India. Again, society is not forgiving of adulterous women. Her parents most probably will denounce her. It was not like Amir was going to support her. She would have to manage on her own, and probably would have to resume working. Amir is not likely going to give her easy freedom. He is a womaniser. He had many relationships in past, as evident from the album apart from the present two. For him a woman is nothing but a pussy.  Sooner or later, she will have to go back to Amir for help. Chances for Amir marrying Kavita are very remote and even he does so, she will be one out of four. The kind of preying guy he seemed to be; he might peddle out her body.”I shrieked in horror in bare imagination.

“Again, society is changing. People around do no longer keep the memory live for long. Kavita may be enthusiastic in new faith and sharing life with other women. Similar examples are not entirely uncommon in society. She knows Prem since college days. His womanising character is well known to her. Possibly, precisely this may be the reason for her attraction to Prem. They must have discussed and finalised everything. It’s a matter of time before I am dumped.”

“Agreed, she had contemplated in my physical and mental humiliation. She along with her boyfriend has caused unforgettable damage to my entity. But she was my wife. She is still my wife. I had taken a vow to take care of her in all situations. I could not stop her from adultery. She had decided on her own to cheat on me. It does not entitle me to push her to destruction. Her inhuman behaviour should not be a reason for me to denounce humanity. If she seeks divorce, it’s different. I should not add misery to her life.”

I opted against seeking divorce.

Next, I pondered on the option of getting external help.

“Always there was an option to go to security officer against my physical and mental torture. Proving may not be easy but will definitely reduce my tortures. As such, since Kavita’s shifting to Prem, I had not been physically bullied by Prem except for that Monday when I tried to contact Gowri, his bitch. It was my fault, I over stepped into his personal space. By contacting security officer, I will be dragged into legal battle. First thing I will be asked for my motive behind keeping quiet for such a long period. I may be coerced to accept my forceful cuckoldry as true. Presently the way Kavita is keeping Amir’s side, she may allege my wistful desire as the cause of her adultery. Instead of putting them in trouble, I will be behind bar for forcing a woman to compromise on her modesty. Without help of Kavita, which is not likely to come considering her present attachment, I will definitely lose the legal battle. The best outcome I can expect, I may be advised to seek divorce.  There was also a chance of being extorted by security officer for dubious reasons. All security officer officers are not honest. Even, otherwise also, what will I achieve? I will end my life in long legal battle. Can I stop her getting pregnant by Prem? No, there will not be any improvement in my status except additional encumbrance of security officer interference.”
“Even if everything goes in my favour, what am I going to achieve? Law will force Kavita staying with me. Her flesh & blood only will be with me. No law in this world can force a mind against its wishes. Physically, she will be with me but her mind will roam with Prem. What should I do with her flesh & blood devoid of mind? A dead body! Every moment she will loath me for my revengeful attitude. I can’t bear this burden.

I opted to discard this option also.


Only option left was dislocating me. “Prospect of returning back to US appeared more viable, else I can continue with present job in some other city. This will give me immediate piece of mind. Neither there will be any physical & mental turmoil nor will I be forced to witness their relentless, obscene sexual extravaganza. I have belief in myself. I may get chance to establish myself, prove my potentials elsewhere. Obviously, I will miss her. My marital life will be over. Marital life? “I paused for a while to rethink again. “I don’t have any marital life presently. The difference will be in proximity and nothing else.”

“My relocation will automatically put to an end to their relationship in this house. Officially, our parents will be informed of my relocation. She will not have any pretext to continue staying in this house alone in my absence for long. She will be forced to take a definitive decision. One of the three options she has to choose. Move with me, stay with her mother or move out with Prem. Continuing staying with Prem in this house for long will attract unwanted attention of housing society and especially immediate neighbours. She will also have to answer to her parents with solid reasons for staying back. This is most unlikely event to happen.”

“So, it is certain, she will have to select any one of the three options. First two options will automatically cut her off from direct contact with Prem. In future, she may try for some valiant efforts to meet Prem at certain intervals. I will find out a way to plug that also. If she considers for third option, she has to do that entirely at her risk.  She owns this house jointly. She may decide staying in this house with Prem as live in partner at a cost of disgrace to self.  At least, I will be spared. She will be deprived off her mockery show of pretending love and care. I can’t allow her to implicate my life further in her sexual odyssey with Prem.”

“Moving back to US will open another prospect”, I thought. “She will not get opportunity to meet her lover. She may prefer seeking divorce. Onus will be on her to decide.”

I should have thought of this on that day itself, when she had moved to Prem’s room. I had failed to take appropriate decisions in time to stop downgrading me. My non-decision had put me in jeopardy.  I optioned firmly to return back to US at the earliest. “Tuesday will be the last day of my life in Bangalore. I am going to resign from the post on Monday itself, if they don’t accept my immediate transfer. I can always seek for re-appointment with my previous employer at US.  Job should not be a problem with my credentials.”

Nobody returned till 10 PM confirming my theory. It did not matter to me anymore with my new found resolution.  With happy note, I took the pill to bid good night.

*****

Sunday morning, I was late to get up. Fortunately, I was spared to serve coffee. Kavita was busy in kitchen for preparing breakfast. Gowri was helping her. Both of them were in saris and appeared ready for outing. Their appearance was very pleasant in traditional dress, but appeared to be a bit tensed as apparent from their faces. I could not locate any traces of burqa nearby.

“What will be purpose for present outing?”  I thought.

“Celebration Party for commemoration.” I got answer.

“Still looking at my bitches PB? It appears you have not learnt the lesson properly.” Prem whispered lecherously in my ear. I was absorbed in my thinking not to notice him approaching.

“Sorry Amir .... Sir.” is what I could say putting my face down deeply embarrassed.

“Good PB. Keep it up.”

Quickly he moved near to kitchen, “Kavi, Gowri I am preceding.” fixing his eyes on my face from the distance. He added with a time gap “Keep touch on any requirement.”

Both the ladies were unperturbed by his announcement.  “Everything is planned. Prem is advanced to supervise the readiness. Kavita and Gowri will join him in time.” I was convinced.

He proceeded slowly to the main door. He smirked contemptuously looking at me and gestured lewdly with his both hands before slamming the main door behind.

The sound of closing door drew attention of Kavita to discover me at the hall.

“Oh! Manu, good morning! You have got up!” She quickly approached me with a cup of coffee. She attempted a forced smile, “You did not wake up yesterday night for dinner. You must be hungry. Get ready quickly for breakfast.”

After breakfast Kavita whispered, “We are going out on a mission. I will brief you on return. Don’t think much on unnecessary things.” She had a mischievous smile on her face, hard to interpret.

“What type of ‘Mission’? She is dressed in a lovely sari dbangd in most traditional manner. No exhibition of her belly or curves. Clearly, they were not going for a joy ride with Prem. Is she going to meet Prem’s parents? Possible; at least the dress suggests so. Finally, she has taken the bold step of marrying Prem. They are already man & wife under this roof. Formal announcement will follow after getting approval from Prem’s parents. What she wants to brief me on return? Announcements of her pregnancy or announcement of her decision to marry Prem. Rubbing more salts in my wounds? “I immersed in my thoughts.


“Her promise of two weekends ends this Sunday.” On Friday she clearly indicated “Manu, why are you SO damn impatient? Two weeks ends on Sunday, not tonight. And Prem agreed to Sunday," Again I was fooled. I presumed it to be her willingness to move to me. I considered Prem would be leaving by Sunday vacating our house. I misjudged her. Most probably she was telling that Prem agreed for marriage on Sunday. She was indicating that two weeks’ time window to prove her eligibility for prospective bride for a married woman for re-marriage ends on Sunday. Was she indicating her iddat period to be over by Sunday? Was she waiting for three haydh to be completed since she had last vaginal sex with me? Three haydh was compulsory waiting period for purifying a woman’s body before re-marriage.  When did I have last vaginal sex with her? My memory did not help me much. It was well before arrival of Prem. It appeared to be logical. Probably, she had completed her third period recently. That was the reason for her ‘Out of bound’. That was the reason for her refusal of vaginal sex with me. I could not conclude a better explanation.


“Tolerate a few days more Manu. Your days of humiliations are over.” I assured myself.

Soon the ladies left leaving me alone. She did not wear burqa putting my theory in turmoil. She would have that on return was my conclusion.

Finding opportunity, I checked the pills. Status confirmed as it was previous day. No of full strips counting confirmed me that she was out of pills. Painfully I acknowledged, “Yesterday she has not taken any pills. My wife finally has decided for getting pregnant by her lover.” It was not a sudden development. It was on the wheels for me to accept. She was regularly sleeping with her lover for the last two months.  It was my stupidity not to accept the inevitable.

My brain kept on searching for different possibilities of her mission. Before noon I was sure, she had met Prem’s parents. By noon I was sure, she had signed ‘Nikahnama’. By afternoon I was sure, she had performed ‘Nikah’. On intuition, I checked the refrigerator. She had nicely packed my lunch with similar note as usual.  I was hungry but not feeling to eat. I forced myself to eat the food. I had to live. I needed energy to release myself from her clutch.


I was upset. She had taken care of my lunch.  I decided to gift my ex-wife a memorable night to start with a beautiful dinner. On a hunch, I messaged Kavita for her permission, ‘Shall I arrange for dinner?’

Shortly, I received her approval, “OK.” No word spoken. No inquisitiveness. As if, she was expecting it from her slave husband.

I had a clear vision. “Shortly, I will be leaving this house, this place, may be this country. As long as I am here, I am slave to my master and his mistress. They are setting foot in this house for the first time after marriage. It should be memorable to them.”

My inner mind rebuked me, “Manu, you are mistaken. Kavita can’t marry Prem before divorce.”

I reasoned myself, “They are already husband-wife. I have seized to be her husband, even, before she shifted to Prem’s bedroom. I may not get a second chance to show my gratitude to Kavita. I should not miss this opportunity. “I felt sorry with my reasoning.

I continued with my planning.

“Kavita will definitely like to spend the first night with Amir in privacy. Gowri’s presence will not be welcomed in same bedroom. Kavita also should not be deprived of master bedroom. Best will be I book a room in hotel, nearby to my office. Food is to be ordered for delivery by 8 pm. It should comprise vegetarian and non-vegetarian cuisines. Master bedroom is to be cleared of my traces. Before food is delivered, I have to replace bed sheet and pillow covers. I can call the local decorator for small decoration with flowers. Decoration of bedroom and dining space will suffice. I will keep a small congratulatory note and depart to my hotel after arranging the food on dining table. “

I felt satisfied with my planning.

My inner mind rebuked me again, “Manu, don’t appraise Kavita a fool like yourself. She will neither marry Prem nor divorce you. She is enjoying best of both the world.”

I reviewed the situation again, again and again. There was no illusion that Kavita prefers Prem over me. She was justified in her choice of partner. She had already declared that Prem was far better than me. They were already living as husband & wife. The only hurdle for her was Manu Sharma for getting married legally with Prem. But getting married to Amir may not be problem. Amir may be permitted to perform Nikah with any woman outside of his religion, irrespective of marital status of the woman. Once Kavita changes her faith, she would become an independent adult woman with new birth. She may not need divorce. Her previous married status would become null & void. Logically there was no hurdle for them to get married legally. Why should I become a hurdle on her happy life? If she demanded a divorce, I could have given her long back. Quite possible, she did not demand considering my quandary. Maybe she was tolerating me so far because of her kind attitude towards me. She was finding it unhuman to throw me out of the house. She was taking chances of my good sense to prevail. She was patiently waiting for me exiting from her life. It was not her fault that I did not wake up.

The harsh reality was before me. My captivity in my illusions was over. Dejected, I moved to kitchen.

Did I love her?
“Yes.”
“If I love her, how could I give her punishment? How could I deprive her of her legitimate rights? How could I cause pain to her life? I should come out of my selfishness. I must give her freedom. Its better, I should act fast before it’s too late.”

“Possibly she is not getting married today. But it is not far away also. I may not get another chance to make her day memorable. Why to miss the last chance to bestow my gratification? “I renewed my earlier planning with slight modification.

Quickly I jumped into action. Ordered for special dishes for delivery by 8 pm and proceeded to market. Purchased gajra and after a thought collected some loose Jasmine flowers. Back home cleaned Prem’s bedroom. First time, I prepared bed for my wife and her lover in ecstasy. Carefully replaced bed sheet and pillow cover followed by sprinkling the jasmine flowers liberally. I completed arrangement by spraying room freshener after putting the AC at 25 deg. I piled the gajra on the table before proceeding to kitchen.

Time passed in arrangement and preparation of balance dinner. Ordered food was delivered by 8:30 pm. It took another 30 minutes for me to clean the kitchen and arrange the plates on the table. By 10 pm nobody turned up. Slowly, I walked to the threshold of Prem’s bedroom. The room was looking mystique in blue night lamp.

Painfully I acknowledged, “I am handing over my wife to her lover with my full consent. Earlier, I did help her shifting, but that was forced. Nobody forced me in today’s follow-ups. Everything I did enthusiastically. Tonight Amir Ali will plough the fertile land of his newly wedded wife. He will deposit his potent seeds in her hungry womb. Baby making process will start on this bed within a few hours. Kavita will conceive with Amir Ali’s baby. “

I staggered inside in trembling feet. Soon I discovered myself kneeling on the floor, eye drops flowing freely. The journey of my debacle started from this room. I discovered Kavita in Amir’s album in skimpy dresses. I doubted her pre-marriage infidelity. I masturbated! Amir started bullying me, reduced me to a wimpy cuckold. He snatched my wife from me. My Kavita was no more of mine. She belonged to Amir. Amir owned her completely. Kavita had accepted Amir as MAN of her life. Kavita allowed Amir to be her MAN.  Why Kavita, Why, Why, Why did you do that? How could you do that? How could you forget our attachment of four years? How could you deceive me?  How could you dishonour me, humiliate me, despise me? Just for sex? You loathed me just because, I could not satisfy you in bed? My love had no stamp in your mind? You denied my attachment. You loathed my love.

I got broken into insurmountable weeping.

I clearly remembered the evening Gowri made her second visit. Kavita was dressed in a bold blue semi-transparent nighty. The nighty came up to just above her thighs. It was sleeveless, and rested on her by two shoulder-straps. She was waiting to be disrobed by her boyfriend. She was braless, I was certain. Was she panty less at bottom? I was not sure.  She had planned for a threesome extravaganza with her boyfriend and his fiancé.

That evening I surrendered to her. I accepted her adultery, "Kavi, I didn't object before, because...deep down, I knew I am not as ...as manly as someone like Prem, and subconsciously, I felt you deserved better than me. Like Prem."
She said, "I don't think you considered yourself as 'less manly than Prem'. For that matter, I don't think you think so, even now."
I hung my head down, going red, as I answered, "But it's the truth, Kavi. I can never quite match his performance in bed, for one thing."
"Manu, that's bullshit. You don't believe so. And you certainly DIDN'T believe so, then. You had wanted to go to the gym, work out and fight him, remember?"
I pleaded in a desperate voice, "Please, Kavi, please believe me. I want you back badly."
She shook her head as she continued, "Manu, I don't see why you would complain at all, if you genuinely felt that Prem was a better man than you.”

“That evening I lied to you Kavi, I lied to you. I never felt that Prem deserved you better. To get you back I was ready to do anything.  I took the blame on me to get you back. I accepted wilful sissy dressing which I never accepted in my mind. I could not tell you, I was forced. I could not accept that I masturbated seeing your photos.  But yes, presently I accept my defeat. You are right. You have chosen Prem over me.  Prem deserves you better.  You be happy with him. Forgive me for my childish behaviour. Forgive me for spoiling your life. Forgive me.  Forgive me.  Please forgive me.”

I broke down in inconsolable sob.

It took some time to regain. I didn’t want to be discovered in that wretched, shambles conditions. With sheer determination I got up and stumbled to kitchen. Shortly, I took shelter in my room locking the door securely after placing the food on dining table. I put the alarm at 5 am to inspect the pills.  I did not want to witness their celebration. I did not want to be part of their celebration. I did not want to be a hurdle on their conjugal life.

Again, sleeping pill helped me to tide over my agony.



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I got distracted by intrusion of my wife. She appeared with a tray of two cups coffee and homemade snacks.  My son and daughter were next to invading in study room. They took me in ransom and complained against their mother, “Papa, Mamma is not giving snacks to us.”

I assessed the grave situation immediately. My wife avoided oily snacks for our children. She was over protective. I took a bowl of snacks and handed over to my son. “Share with your sister and never disturb your Mamma for this. OK?”

He was in all smiles. He gave me a quick hug, “Thank you Papa.”  and disappeared with the snacks bowl. His sister followed suit in wobbly steps.

My wife was observing silently. In mock anger she pronounced, “You are the one to spoil their health and habit.  By the way, have you finished berating Kavita? “

I objected, “I never berated her. I am narrating the truth within the scope of my limited knowledge at it appeared to me at that point. Presently I am in belly ring episode. Still, there is a long way to go to reach climax.”

She leaned over my literary cum biography works. She glued over the narration for some time flipping the pages back & forth a few times, before declaring, “I know your truth. Your truth is only to castigate Kavita. Your readers must have been tormented by this time.” I frowned at her.

She was unperturbed, “I don’t find any justification in your attempts to portrait her as an unhuman, cruel, manipulative, sadist woman.”

I took the opportunity to propose, “Why don’t you then intervene for her rescue? You can project her serenity in better way. You can uplift and preserve the dignity of a woman.”

She did not budge, “No way, you have originated and so the responsibility of finishing amicably bestow on you. I am only suggesting for inclusion of Kavita’s version neutralizing the ill effects of your nerve-wracking description.”

Thoughtfully I replied, “Definitely I can do that. But it will deviate from the chosen path of my story. I have decided not to traverse to future in my narration.”

She scornfully looked at me, “You need not. You can safely include Kavita’s version synchronizing at real time. By this, you may avoid some reappearances in your narration while progressing to the anti-climax.  This is my suggestion only. Think over it. “

I smirked at her, “OK madam! Your wish is my command.”

She frowned at me, “You are incorrigible!” and she collected the empty coffee cups and left.


End of chapter 27

[manasi]

I am trying to compress for an early finish of this tribute.

It must have been clear to all the followers of this thread that knowledge of the original is must. If you have failed to do so, please complete by Sunday and express your immediate reaction exercising option.

Yes, I prefer to close the option exercise by Monday midnight. I hope to reach the magic figure of 30 minimum to derive any fruitful conclusion.

Thank you all for patient reading.

[manasi]

we are waiting since a long for your version of climax.............
then why you are "trying to compress for an early finish of this tribute."
plz plz plz
don't try to finish it
complete it by putting all efforts to include all possibilities, emotions, incedents and everything ou want...... to make it perfect.

we are not in a hurry to know the conclusion.
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on the part of poll options offered by you....... my opinions are bit different

I am sorry for creating confusions with my words.
I actually wanted to mean to reduce time gap between updates. Originally I thought of once per week. I modified it to 6 per month. Still I may overshoot self imposed time limit, which I hate most.

The reason, mainly, I find in my negligence at college level not giving respect to English as a language to learn. Things are swelling and I don't find a mechanism to shrink.

Don't worry Sir, I will express my views loudly until all of you force me retreat.

As regard to your changed opinion, My comments:

The initial opinion immediately after reading the story only mattered to me.
Opinions may change widely in subsequent readings.
My views will reflect in upcoming updates.

Please remember to remind me on any deviation of any character. I must logically answer after completion of the tribute.

[manasi]

we are waiting since a long for your version of climax.............
then why you are "trying to compress for an early finish of this tribute."
plz plz plz
don't try to finish it
complete it by putting all efforts to include all possibilities, emotions, incedents and everything ou want...... to make it perfect.

we are not in a hurry to know the conclusion.
................................................

I had been seriously thinking on his proposal.

I can revert back to my original planning of one update per week. This will definitely stretch my schedule finish date of Dec 2020. I hope not to test your patience. You readers are king here and advise me if I am permitted to overshoot. You decide and I will try to comply with. In the event, you dis-agree, I will try to complete by Dec 2020 positively.

Also Please try to join the polls if you find my tribute is worth. You have time till Monday.