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                                                                                             Aditya
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"I love someone else," Nisha apprises tersely.


This is not usually what a newlywed wife tells her Husband on their first night. She seems anxious, which isn't shocking to me, as today is our  'suhag raat'.

"Funny !!! Hahaha..You got a wicked sense of humour" I laugh heartily and lift her chin to look at my newlywed wife's face.

She immediately swats my hand away and blurts, "Don't touch me !!!"

My eyes brighten, and I get amused.

"Is this a prank, my dear wife? If so, not a good one. Are you recording your poor Husband's reaction for a reel?" A loose smile hangs from my lips, and I look around to spot any hidden camera.

Nisha is 23 years old, and I am 26. Pulling such a stunt isn't unusual for our generation. We can do anything for attention, and I don't really know Nisha.
This is a hastily done arranged marriage.

Nisha sulks away in the corner of the bed. Her face is panic-stricken. I involuntarily squint my eyes, following her jumpy movements.

"Seriously ..now it is beyond funny...It is getting macabre." I knit my eyebrows to express my displeasure. It was a long hectic day full of drama, but the Climax is stealing the show.

She points her finger at me, her face twitching in genuine fear, voice trembling as she speaks, "If you are a gentleman, which I know you are, then You will stay away from me. My heart belongs to someone else."

"This is not a prank, is it?" I declare in a worried voice, intensely glaring at her agitated face.

Her nostrils are flared up, she is heaving hard, and her other hand is forcefully clutching the pillow as if it is a weapon she will use if I hop on her.

"No." She responds succinctly and her eyes vigilant.

I scrutinize her profile. She got a heart-shaped symmetrical face which is decorated with heavy bridal makeup.A maang Tikka is crowning her forehead, which is small but wide compared to the width of her cheekbones and jaws.

Two almond-shaped eyes with crescent eyebrows perfectly complement the width of her temple. One could mistake her wide-set deep brown eyes for black. Between those starts the slope of her straight nose with a slightly lowered base. She is wearing a naath(nose ring) as a part of her solah sringar.

She got a well-defined facial bone structure and is absolutely stunning. Pity that I only get to touch her pointy chin and listen to the shocking news coming from her bottom-heavy full lips.

I shoot the inevitable while frowning, "Why did you marry then?" I find my voice incredibly calm.

I am usually the overthinking type. But whenever life throws a bouncer at me, my nerves turn to steel, and I immediately search for contingency plans. Go figure, how does that mystery work?! I haven't yet.

The beautiful stranger woman before me drops her long eyelashes before spreading them again.

"I have a boyfriend, and my family did not approve of him..." Nisha informs. Her tone is laced with guilt and hesitancy.

Damn!! Those moving lips are the very symbol of the fertility of life.

"This is a scam..I can..." I interrupt her.

Nisha panics, and she comes forward, sitting like a frog in her bridal gown.

She implores, "Please ..I need a place to stay...Please don't tell anyone..my boyfriend will get a job soon...You and I  will divorce..."

At this point, the fingers of both her hands are interlaced, and she is literally begging.

I am angry and annoyed. At the same time, I feel pity for her. She looks angelic in her bridal attire, and those mehendi adorned hands aren't meant to plead.
"Alright!!! Calm down." Now I blurt.

But Nisha continues and begins to cry.

I can't understand half of what she is saying now. She is blabbering.

Moments later, from what I have decoded- this boyfriend of hers is a very promising guy, she loves him very much, and he loves her with all his heart, etc., etc.

Nisha promises again. "Please give me some time. I have full faith in my boyfriend. I will not disturb you in any way. I will be invisible."
She is love drunk.

One thing strikes me the most.

Nisha could have concealed her secret affair from me and divorced me after her boyfriend got settled financially, but she did not.

This means Either she really loves her boyfriend and does not want to sleep with me, or her boyfriend is the one who has forbidden her from sleeping with me.
But there is something wrong here. Something very ominous is hidden in her straightforward tale. I can sense it but can't put my finger on it. Right now, I don't think about it.

"Sleep now. We will discuss this tomorrow. Give me a pillow." I suggest while looking at her pleading eyes. It is really late, and burning the midnight oil will not solve the diseases of hearts. 

She hands me a pillow and carefully avoids touching my fingers.

She smells divine, or I imagine it. The whole room is decorated with flowers.

I smirk, "On second thought." my eyes twinkle, and I cringe my nose, stating casually," We could have sex. I mean, your boyfriend does not have to know..."
Her eyes widen as if I have told her the most horrible thing ever.

"No..No..Please no...Please.." Fear gripping her voice, and again she backs away from me.

"Relax, it was just a harmless suggestion. He must be a prize 'cause being handsome was never my problem." I scowl, goggling at her distrusting eyes, clearly judging whether I am a bangy person.

Nisha does not budge, and neither gives a reply. She kept on staring at me, holding her breath. I am scaring her by my mere presence.

"Your loss, sweetheart!!! Sleep tight and have horrible dreams." I sneer bitterly, throwing a lingering glance at her elegant appearance. She is wearing a golden bridal gown and appears exquisitely gorgeous.

However, she isn't my kind of woman, even with all her grace, beauty, and naivety.


Then why and how did I end up in an arranged wedlock with her?

I let out a deep sigh and headed toward the couch to contemplate the events that led me to this bizarre situation.

This is clearly Karma.

I get settled on the couch and tease her, "Do you want me to put off the light.."

I can not even finish properly, and she pleads, almost yelling, "Noooo..Please don't.I want those on."

I chuckle loudly, "You are brave. You really are for coming up with the idea of a sham marriage without knowing what would be my reaction, yet you are scared of little darkness?!!"

Another silence from her. It's a silence more disturbing than darkness and raucous than the wedding songs playing outside.

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                                                 Nisha
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There is something about a man who is in the center of attention. It makes the man very attractive.

That is how I became infatuated with Rocky and eventually fell in love with him.

Block 27 B. The cultural center of our University. That is where it started.

I was in a dance group named "jalsha". We were planning to do a surprise flash mob for our campus students.

There were other dance groups besides ours, and we shared the same floor.

Rocky wasn't a dancer. He was a singer and an anchor. Besides him, Akash and Avneet were the other two anchors of the cultural block.

That granted Rocky to hold a significant influence on every cultural association in the building.


He was talking to the group leaders of various dance groups, and I was secretly watching him.

I saw Rocky before on stage, but this was the first time I met him face to face. I was a fresher, and he was a final-year student.

He got a very distinguished oblong face. His nose is sharp, his eyes deep-seated, and his brows are thick. Albeit having prominent features, the rugged look stuck with me the most. It was shining from his eyes, dancing on the fringes of his eyebrows. Not even his long, shoulder-length stylish hair could hide the fact that he had been through some life struggles, and his face bore that maturity. That feature alone separated him from the group of college boys surrounding him, and he handled them with efficient authority.

I must have been gawking at him, and some invisible force made him look my way.

I froze. Yes, I still remember that moment. I just shut down.

He smiled at me. It was a warm smile devoid of any ulterior motive. I felt heat mounted on my cheeks; I must have blushed.

The next time I saw him was after our surprise flash mob. We were all thrilled due to the attention we garnered. The hooting and clapping of the crowd made it evident that they were entertained.

"Hi, Nisha. You were phenomenal today." A deep voice magically silenced the roaring crowd for me, and I felt lightheaded.

I knew that voice. Anchoring requires voice modulation, and Rocky was a master of it.

I turned; my heart was already beating hard from all the dancing and celebrating, and now it was about to explode. I was sweaty at that moment. My crush was right there in the flesh; all I could think was how I smelled.

"Thank you, Rocky, Sir.." I huffed and stammered.

He knows my name !!! That surprised me.

"Just Rocky is enough." He said, smiling, and before I could respond, he started to shower me with admiration for our performance, notably mine.

"Oops," I crashed onto his body as a jubilant group of students elbowed me. Another dancing group was performing now. They call themselves 'Beats.'

Rocky guarded me by holding my waist. My Shoulder brushed against his chest, and I awkwardly angled my body to keep my breasts away from him.

"I am sorry.." I was flabbergasted, leaning onto his tall figure and sliding the unruly hair from my face.

Rocky was unfazed and informed, "Tomorrow, I am anchoring for a public-speaking competition in the 27-block auditorium. You want to come?"
I just managed to say, "Yes.. of course, Rocky, Sir."

He disapproved, curling his lips.

I blushed, correcting myself, smiling shyly, "Of course, Rocky."

So the next day I was there. As I mentioned, there were several associations in the cultural block, and public-speaking debates were one of such.

Rocky was talking to one of the three judges. I instantly recognize the judge. I saw him on television, and moments later, Rocky announced that he was a prominent T.V. anchor while introducing the event. Very stylish man that judge was and knew how to command an entire room. That made me more attracted to Rocky, watching him converse with someone of that caliber with such confidence.

I thought the event would be boring, but I was wrong. 

Each student got a topic on which they had to speak for two minutes. The topic was given by the lottery system.

It was very entertaining. Some students failed, some made everyone laugh, some compelled us to yawn, some provoked us to think, and some just charmed us.

Rocky also participated but towards the end of the event. 

By that point, everyone was bored. His topic was 'Red.' Yes, he had to talk about the color ' Red.'

After taking the podium, he knocked on the mike and pointed his finger directly at me, "Wake her up. She is sleeping."

I was sitting in the middle of the gallery and wasn't expecting this.

Everyone turned their head and looked at me. I wanted to disappear.

Rocky chuckled on the mike," She wasn't sleeping. I wanted all of your concentration, and now I got it."

Once again, he was in the center of attention, and I was swooning over him.

He began speaking about 'Red.'

"Red is the longest wavelength color, making it easily noticeable. Like a person who stands out among the crowd." He stared directly at me.
My heart flapped.

He went on, and somewhere in that long two minutes, he stated, "Red is the color of blood. It is a color of vitality and life itself.." 

My blood danced; his words flowed through my veins. I wanted him in my life. More precisely, I desired to be his life.

He continued pinning his gaze onto me, "Red is a shade of Love."

I was gone at that point, completely swept away by him. He was competing in the event, but it felt like he was communicating with me through it.

His rich voice vibrates through the auditorium, "Red is one of the three fundamental colors. Something original. Something profound. Something that has the power of creation and creation is beautiful." That made me flush my cheeks with various shades of Red.

That evening I went to the hostel, and the first thing I did was break up with my boyfriend over the phone. I knew him from high college, and we had our sweet moments. I knew I was falling for Rocky and did not want to deceive my then-boyfriend.

Next, we met during another flash mob; this time, the sky was angry at our prolonged flirting stage. It interrupted the event in the midway.

Rocky held my hand, and we ran towards the next building. I was giggling all the way.

"sssssss, It is so cold..." I shivered, crossing my arms, panting hard. Both of us were thoroughly drenched.We were inside the lift.

Rocky gave me his handkerchief. It was clean, and I used it to dry my hair.

I was very aware that he was watching me. I was wearing a Blue top and blue jeans. He was checking out my doused body, and I liked how he looked at me.

The lift stopped at the 6 th floor. Nobody was there. 

We got out, and Rocky immediately pulled my body onto his. My lips melted onto his fervent thickness. It was our first kiss. My clothes were soaked, but every inch of my body was burning. It was on fire. My hands roam on his solid back and end up clutching his long hair as we explore each other's mouths. His hands gripped my waist tightly, and I moaned onto his velvety touch, writing my desires in the language of passion on the pattern of his full lips.

"Oh gosh !!!" I dropped my eyes after the kiss ended.

"You caught fever better not dance in the rain again in future." He smiled.

"Cure me then." I ardently invite him to rejoin, caressing his mane, staring at his lips.

We both were greedy and entwined our lips immediately.

Thus our relationship officially began, and we did not hide it.

I was holding back on having sex, though. I did not want to rush.

Then after a couple of months, during a fashion event, I saw a gorgeous aspiring modeling student flirting with him on stage. Behind her, there were dozen other models, and each one was stunning. Those divas were perfect, and I was jealous. I felt insecure.

That evening I told him, "I want to see your P.G." He lived outside the campus with his friends.

Rocky got the hint, and next week he took me out for lunch, then to his P.G.

I had to take permission from the warden to go out.

We end up having sex . The sex was perfect. I was not a virgin, and neither was he.

"I should flirt with girls from the fashion department regularly." He laughed while spooning with me, basking in the afterglow of our copulation.

"It has nothing to with that." I lied, but my eyes sparkled with jealousy.

"Next week, the Hospitality department is arranging an event ..." Rocky teased me.

"Like I said. It has nothing to do with other girls."I pressed my lips onto his hairy chest.

I also end up having sex with him next week after watching stocking-worn mini skirt-cladded air hostess students swarming around him.

Besides anchoring, he used to sing and had many admirers. The more I got involved in his life, the more I realized that I was not the only one attracted to the man in the center of attention.

We became a well-known couple, and our relationship was steady.

Rocky enrolled for a Masters's degree at our University, and time deepened our relationship.

The problem began to start during campus placement. Rocky could not crack the placement drive and struggle with his anchoring career.

Meanwhile, a nosy relative found out about my Facebook page, which was a vivid collage of my love life. That nosy aunt shared my F.B page with my parents with 'good intentions.'

I had a massive fight with my parents. I tried everything from silent treatment to screaming, but they were stubborn. Rocky did not have to show any progress in his career then.
After a year, my marriage was arranged with this stranger named Aditya.


Present Time

I am peeking at Aditya right now. He is sleeping on the couch. He took the news of my affair way lighter than I expected.

I promised Rocky not to sleep with my dummy Husband, and I will keep that promise. My heart beats for my Rocky, and I hope he gets his success very soon.

I was wrong. Aditya was not sleeping. He suddenly opened his eyes, and we stared at each other. It was evident Neither he could sleep nor I.

To my utter shock, he grinds his jaw and shows me his middle finger.

I turn away from him and change my side.

What a jerk !!! He is nothing like my Rocky.
 

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                                                                            Aditya
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 Around 4:30 am in the morning, Nisha gets out of bed. 

The pretense of sleeping has run its course. My bones are aching now.

The jingling sound of her payal (Anklet) compelled my sleep-deprived eyes to wake up and follow the source of that sweet tinkling.

There she was, looking a tad tired but still gorgeous and standing several feet away from me.

"Goodmorning." She greets. Her eyes dart. She is being self-conscious.

I pause for a few seconds, then snicker at her, "It would be one fine morning if you care to polish my wood."

 I am holding the pillow I took last night between my legs to hide my well-endowed morning sprout.

Her face toughens, wiping the courteous look she was wearing. Clearly, she did not like it.

"What rubbish !!!" She embraces both of her arms and looks the other way.

She got a nice pair of racks!!! My wife got a nice pair of racks !! Correction, my phony wife got a nice pair of racks which are now supported by her elbows.

But I don't hold back. I see no point in holding back. Divorce is inevitable, and Nisha clarified that her ultimate aim is to marry her boyfriend. It is absolutely ludicrous to even try to give our marriage a try.

"The offer of sex still stands... Your boyfriend does not have to know, and even if he somehow gets to know, you can tell your boyfriend that you suffer from somnambulism and ended up climbing a log mistakenly." I laugh at her.

"Listen." Her eyes are full of fire, "You can't talk to me like that. I don't like it." She objects profusely, waving her hands; her bangles clinking.

"You don't like it 'cause you haven't tried it." I shrug, grinning, "Trust me, the book cover is good, and the content will haunt your memory forever in a good way. You will even write a review for the bestseller."

Nisha glances at the pillow between my legs and immediately looks away as if she has made a mistake.

She complains to my deaf ears, "You are a Jerk !!" and moves a few feet away from me.

The reason was I was sizing up her whole body. She is a tall woman with long legs. The bridal gown is trying its best to hide her treasures, but she is too ripe for that.

"Don't look at me like that. It is disgusting." She barks at my sleazy examination and piles on, faltering, "I will tell...I will everyone that....that...You got a...a..small...You got a small..."

She is struggling to finish and scratching her elbow.

"Dick !!" I laugh," I got a small dick- that's your plan to control me... through social shaming? Reputation destruction... lovely..very feminine."

She stiffened but stood her ground, staring at me with challenging eyes.She does not reply, though.

"Nobody will believe you." My grin broadens, "You see, I am not the only one who got deceived in this sham marriage. Your family members, relatives, should have dug a little deeper at my past, and I must confess there is a lot of dirt.AAA lottt."

"I don't wanna know. I seriously don't wanna know. Somehow it does not surprise me ..you are a hopeless dickhead!!"She curses grimacing.

"That I am.", My face hardens, and I look straight into her eyes, "Which begs the question, why there wasn't any thorough background check regarding my character? Why wasn't I vetted properly?"

She scoffs, "I could ask the same question why did your family not dive into my past?!! I am very sure a little 'digging' could have made you avoid this marriage."

That throws me off-guard. Partly it is a fault of my making.

I close the subject rudely, stating, "Why are we even talking? There is nothing good about this morning. So no need to greet."

Nisha concurs, "That is true." She hesitates for a few moments, keeping me frustrated, and then says, "I want to take a shower."

I make a face, "So take it. I was deceived by your family, but I am very sure they did not manage to fool me that much by throwing a blind girl on my lap." I point towards the attached bathroom.

Nisha involuntarily turns towards my lap and then regretfully forces herself to stay away from that region.

I snigger noiselessly, knowing that she is very aware of the man-woman dynamic between us.

She clears her throat before speaking, looking at the floor while rubbing her naked big toe with the smaller one beside it, making her anklet jingle again.

"Yes..but...I have to undress and don't want to ruin my bridal dress by removing it inside the bathroom." She presses her lips, and this time, she looks at me and sarcastically states, "Can you please go out of the room like a gentleman?"

So that's the problem !! It is a gorgeous bridal dress.

I am having fun, though, and poke at her miserable condition, "Why do you want to take a shower? Feeling hot? The hunger of youth raising your temperature after spending a sexless lonely night with your stud husband?"

She again embraces herself defensively and rolls her eyes, "You are too full of yourself. You know that?"

"Strip," I command without any emotions in my tone.

Nisha laughs nervously, "Enough fooling around. You must go."

"Strip." the steel in my voice makes Nisha visibly shake.

She gulps but maintains her nervous smile, "Aditya, I am not joking. You are scaring me."

"Strip." I did not flinch, and my eyes became lidless for the time being.

There was severe agony in her beautiful face as she spoke, "You are a monster."

"Strip," I repeat, adamantly grinding my jaws.

Nisha sobs; her full lips quiver in sorrow, and she rubs her eyes. Evidently, she had considered this nightmare situation.

She does not have a choice. She needs a place to stay and my financial support to buy time for her boyfriend.

Yes, I have thought it through during the dreamless hour of my disappointing 'Suhag Raat.'

She sneezes, and her hands go to her back to unbutton her brocade blouse. It is a beautiful golden piece of artistry, featuring embroidery, intricate beading, and appliqués.

'Come closer." I demand.

She does it without looking at me. Tears run from her eyes without any break.

"Turn around." My next instruction.

She obeys. She has an A-shaped beautiful, wavy, slightly longer than mid-length sun-kissed hair due to the artificial shades of brown accentuating her natural color and long wavy locks with varying layers.

"Take two steps forward," I utter my next mandate.

Her anklets make the usual jingling as she moves. Her lehenga desperately tries to hide the wavering of her peachy bottom below her narrow waist.

"Face me." my directive followed after she jingled her anklets while sobbing.

She turns around. Her face wincing in deep emotional pain.

"Strip now." I heartlessly hail.

She chokes on her tears and bends her elbow to peel her blouse.

"Stop," I yell and burst into laughter.

Nisha looks at me with glassy eyes.

"I was joking." I kept on laughing, "You are too gullible !!."

Nisha has stopped crying, and she is visibly fuming in anger.

Those dark eyes of hers are hailing daggers at me.

"That was fucked up...that really was a fucked up thing to do." She scorns.

I arrest my laughter and solidify my face, "Yes, and it proves that you are a submissive woman. Your loving boyfriend instructed you not to consummate this marriage, isn't he? You got a very jealous and controlling lover."

That unsettles Nisha, but she clamors," You are a sick person. I am never gonna fall for your sicko tricks again."

She is at my mercy, yet she got an attitude. Entitled brat sickened by the middleclass disease called love !!

She was yelling some more expletives at me, describing what kind of a horrible man I am, and I silently took out a chewing gum to grind.

"Oh, look at you !! She got fangs." I tease her.

Nisha, by this point, gets that her curses have no effect on me.

I know exactly what I am, and I have known it for a long, long time. Her opinion about me not going to change it.

"Now we are even !!" I shrug," You did ruin my suhag raat."

Her scorching gaze wants to turn me into ashes as she speaks, "Whatever!! You are a vengeful person."

"If you are not satisfied with the scorecard, give me a hickey." I tilt my neck.

She scoffs, "Dream on. Never going to happen."

I insist, still sticking out my neck, "You want to hurt me, I know that, but you don't wanna take the chance of attacking me. So I am giving you an option to hurt me. Yeah, bite as hard as you can."

Nisha hesitates, possibly thinking it through.

She reaches a decision shortly, "No...I am not gonna boost your ego...You gonna shamelessly show it to everyone for the sake of your fragile male ego."

I grin, looking at her matching gold glittered false nails, "Can I atleast get a back scratch for my impotent masculinity?"

Nisha sizes me up, and to my surprise, she agrees, "Sure. That I can do."

"Come forward; I would not bite. I promise. You scratch my back, and I will scratch yours by financing your romance with your boyfriend until he is ready to marry you." I mischievously smile at her.

She hesitates and moves towards me, jingling her anklets.

I begin to unbutton my white Sherwani.

"What are you doing?"She exclaims, and She halts her step, the jingling stops.

"It is white, and you want to draw blood, aren't you? That's why you agreed. I also don't wanna ruin my wedding dress. It is a cautionary reminder for my next marriage."I quip.

She grins. First time I am seeing her smiling while we are alone together. She got a wicked grin. Yeah, that she does, and she can bring it out with little effort as if it sleeps on the curves of her lips.

I feel a little something all over my body. A tingling sensation.

I have removed my Sherwani, and Beneath my Sherwani, there is only a sleeveless tshirt.

We are standing close. We can feel the heat emanating from our bodies. Both of us did not expect this. There is an undeniable sexual current flowing between us. The raw torrent of primal desire envelops us.

She got an opulent set of breasts, and those are heaving with the rhythm of her breathing pattern, which is fast. She is blushing. Until now, I could not tell it as she is wearing heavy makeup, but up close, I can see the erotic shades of red have spread as far as her collar bones.

I can feel the magnetic pull, and I can tell she does too.

She has carefully sloped her body outwards from the waist to avoid physical contact with my pelvic region. It gives a nice protruding to her voluminous ass, and the stick-out butt sways during any gesticulation.

She flutters her long lashes and maintains a nonchalance while showing me her nails, "This is gonna hurt." 

The base of my voice drops a level, "Bring it on, sweetheart."

We are standing face to face. She is several inches shorter than me. I guess she wanted to look at my face while clawing my back.

She smirks, "You wished for it."

She eradicates the distance between our bodies; her perky breasts touch my flat chest. I can feel her shivering. I can see the goosebumps on her hand. I was right last night; she indeed smelled divine.

 We stare into each other's eyes, peering into each other's strange souls, searching for verities. I am mesmerized by her beauty, and then she strikes, tinking her bangles.
A stinging pain dragged along my back towards my spinal column from the right side of my shoulder. I don't even flinch.

Something in my gaze makes her look away. She drops her eyelashes. I can feel her breathing rustling on the naked skin of my chest; I get habituated to the erratic pattern of her drumming heartbeat.

"You are very beautiful." I whisper in pure amazement, forgetting whatever we are doing, "You truly are. Fortunate is the man who has won your heart. I am sorry for making you cry." I smile faintly.

Her nails stop marking me, and she jerks away from me, making a loud gasp.

She hastily says, "I think that was enough."

She is shaking, and the blush on her collarbone has sprawled downwards, disappearing inside her cleavage. I don't know how far it has spread its roots, but I suspect her whole body is flushing.

We definitely shared an intimate moment there despite the fact that she endured a nerve damaging prank a while ago. She knows it, and so do I.


I sneeze and bite my lips naughtily, "Just some scratches. Scratches of passion."

She corrects me, "Mock passion for the sake of your frail virility."

I grin boisterously, "My masculinity will forever be in your debt," and I bow mockingly.

She hurries me, "Now get out and give me some privacy."

I reach for my sandal and tease her, "Happy fingering in the shower."

Her eyes widen, and she protests, "That's not why I am taking a shower."

I stroll towards the door and taunt her again, "Whatever lie makes you start the day, Sweetheart !!! I am not objecting !! Everyone has their needs..their itch they need to scratch and you are good a scratching."

Now she throws the pillow at me taking it up from the couch, and hisses, "I am not ."

I open the door and razz her with another bawdy remark for the last time before going out, "Keep lying to yourself, beautiful girl. Happy fingering !!!"

I don't stop to hear her further protests.

"Oh fuck !!!!" I groan at my bizarre marriage after closing the door behind me.

I ended up with Nisha cause I trolled every woman I met while choosing the right prospect during wife selection. I brutally trolled them.

After a while, my near and dear ones realized that I was destroying each meet-up with purpose. Hence they started meeting the prospective brides on their own and eventually picked Nisha.

I was angry. I completed my degree and started chilling. I joined our family business after fooling around with chicks for a year. Only because they gave a lengthy lecture about life, discipline, future, family, etc. etc. 

Everyone was there -my uncles, my parents, my elder cousins, and my elder sister. It was an intervention, and I caved.

My family trapped me after that. Yes, it was a trap. They made me build my house with the money I earned over three years, and they started to nag me once it was completed. 

It was well planned, and I did not see it coming. They told me-"Time has changed . Your sister will get the ancestral house, and we are giving you the house plot instead". 

What a noble thought !!! Right? I thought so as my mother complained her whole life about how her brothers did not give her anything.

I did not know it was a double-edged trick.

Frankly, I did not want to marry. Yes, the same old family pressure, and I gave into it. I gave into it for my own sake.

Cause some part of me knew alone I was going to royally mess up my life, and another part of me knew that I was gonna end up cheating on my future wife. 

So I did not care who was gonna be my wife. I knew my marriage was gonna fail. I am not the marriage material. I easily get bored, that is the problem.

But life is a comedy; last night, I learned. I ended up with a girl who had a boyfriend and told me she would divorce me eventually.

Careful of what you wish for. I got my wish of a failed marriage. A readymade failed marriage.
 
Like I said, it is Karma. Karma for breaking hearts and creating tragedies.

That is one of the reasons I am gonna let Nisha stay. What would it cost me? Nothing. It would be like helping a homeless person for five-six months.

 Atleast once in my life, I will be responsible for one happy-ending love story. Not mine.Someone else's. Right?

I am a monster, and I have always been a monster. Nothing turned me into a monster. I am an inborn monster. For once, I want to do something good.

That's what I thought last night while staying on the couch.

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                                                                                         Nisha                            
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A couple of hours after the quirky moments I spent with my new phoney Husband, I am busy doing a photoshoot with my cousin-sisters and friends. All of us are adults here.

It is the last chance for the girls of my posse to take advantage of the professional photographer. 

He wanted natural sunlight, so the photo shoot is taking place on the balcony, and we are treating him worse than a slave. He is obeying our every demand.

I am wearing a navy blue silk Anarkali suit and a wine-coloured dupatta.

We all got goggles on our faces, making a 'V' sign with our fingers and sticking our tongues out, showing off our sassy attitudes. It was a girl-only photo shoot, and we were enjoying our freedom.

Then I see him. Aditya, my Husband. I am still angry at him cause he unnecessarily made me cry at dawn. 

I immediately break my pose, and everyone, including the photographer, curiously begins to search the 'WHY' behind my sudden bumbling. It was a 'why' and a 'who'.

"Ladies, can I borrow my lovely wife for a post-wedding photoshoot?" His voice is like silk sliding over a glass, and his manner is respectful towards my entourage of girls.

I roll my eyes behind my black shade !!! If only these girls knew this superficial charm is just a well-practised act. He is a sadistic monster who likes to make women cry. 

He is like the pink monkey and knows he is the pink monkey but has taught himself how to stay in disguise among the brown monkeys by mimicking their actions so that they don't kick him out.

I must say he is very good at it. My posse of girls giggle shyly at his request, and they clear the area by staying at a distance. Some start to tease us with harmless remarks.

Aditya comes beside me, sauntering in brown leather shoes. He is wearing a navy blue shirt and dark formal trousers.

I snide at him, whispering, "You wore this navy blue shirt on purpose, did not you?"

Aditya matches it with a quip," Yes. I wanted to match the colour of our dresses to make you mad. Mission successful !! Your parents were heckling me for a photo shoot with you. They desperately want me to like you. They know what they did, don't they?"

Eventually, he flashed his signature grin, taunting my family and me for deceiving him.

I look with the corner of my eyes that my posse of girls is drooling over that.

 This is a huge red flag. My Husband is a monster, but he is also a hottie. Yeah. Regretfully I must admit that he is handsome, young, and notoriously flirty. I have to spend atleast 5-6 months with this person before reuniting with my Rocky...my boyfriend.

This scares me. It should not, but it does after I shared that awkward intimate moment with him while marking his back to hurt him. 

"Behave yourself during the photoshoot.", I warn him reminding him there are people present.

He smirks, "I will try, but there is no guarantee."

Oh god!!! This type of man -Rocky, Aditya they should not be doing an arranged marriage. They should do a love marriage.

Unfortunately, to my utter astonishment, he behaved, but I did not.

"Take off your sunglass Madam. You are about to create the memory of a lifetime, and eye contact necessary for that." The photographer suggests.

Will this man shut up !!! I am dying here of embarrassment. Each intimate moment I spend with my Husband becomes a slashing wound to my love life with Rocky. 

Aditya took the shade off my eyes and put the sunglass in his pocket. The look he wore while doing so was as if he was undressing me smoothly. If eyes are the soul's window, he was disrobing my soul.

The photographer instructs, "Hold each other's hand and look into each other's eyes."

We did. Again we are intimate. The Sexual tension returns as soon as we touch our fingers. I feel the jolt. The swell of my supple bust touches his expansive chest, and a shockwave runs through my system.

I am a dancer, and getting intimate with other males like this isn't uncommon for me. I am habituated to this. I did this for 4 straight years and never cheated on Rocky, but this unshakeable chemistry between Aditya and me scares me. This is different.

Good!!! He also smells nice. Yeah, this is a nightmare inside a nightmare.

The windy photographer praises us, "I am getting lovely stills of the intensity of passion between you two."

Seriously !!! He sounds more like a failed novelist than a photographer right now.

Aditya is looking intensely at me. If my Rocky got the blessings of his voice, Aditya, my Husband, got the gifts of his eyes.

 He got one of those gazes that make the world disappear around you and make you feel that you are the most important person.

 The longer I let eye contact linger, the longer I feel I am the only person living in the entire universe.

"Hey", Aditya nudges me, and I return to earth.

He grins, "Behave." apparently, the photographer instructed us to give the next pose.

"Oh, sorry !!!" I smile shyly. My retinue of girls is giggling at my reaction and whispering god knows what kind of dirty stuff in each other's ears.

"That's perfect. Sir, peek into your wife's soul. Mam, please look away and maintain the shyness on your face. Hold each other's hand. The sign of a lifetime bond," The photographer suggests with a flop novelist's vocab.

Nice!!! He is giving live commentary now!!!-I thought.

The only good thing is that I did not have to act. I am a rosy, trembling mess. I can't think straight now. 

"Where did you find this tool of a photographer?" I ask Aditya, keeping my voice low.

"honey !!" Aditya calls me.

The photographer was checking his clicks.

"What?" I found my voice weak. It was not a call.

"Your eyes are like translucent honey." Aditya looked at me with amazement, "In the centre of your honeyed lakes are the reflection of full eclipsed dark moons. You are 'honeymoon'." He laughs at his own description

The sunlight on my dark brown eyes has given them a honeyed iridescence, and my dilated pupils gawk at my Husband's charming grin.

"You are not supposed to talk to me like that," I warn him hissing.

"Ok next pose...Hold Madam like she is your guitar." The photographer suggests.

The posse laughs, and someone tells him, "Bhiya ji, you are gonna die alone if that is how you talk to women."

The photographer got a thick skin. They hear a lot of rude remarks like that.

Aditya put a firm hand around my waist and another on my right shoulder from the back side. I bend backwards, sloping my body while encasing his rippling arm for support.

"You are my guitar now. Will you scream the good kind of scream when I am going to play you?" Aditya looks at me from above and gives me a cheeky wink.

I sarcastically remark, flickering my eyes, "You are gonna die alone."

He smiles, "I am dying to know what kind of screams you make." gazing deep into my eyes.

How am I supposed to live with a man who flirts with me every second?
I have got no answer to this right now.

"Ok, Sir, Hold your wife from behind. Give her the secure embrace." The photographer says.

You definitely gonna die alone !!! I curse inside at the photographer.

Aditya twirls my body, and my back touches his front.

Aditya gently holds my hands on my belly, and my ass is brushing his crotch.

He whispers in my ears, "May your day be as peachy as your ass, my dear wife."

Excitement washed over my body. I wanted to protest, but my words got stuck on the tip of my tongue, and I started shaking.

Aditya chuckles, feeling my bodily reaction.

The photographer clicks.

*click*,*click*,*click*
...pound, pound, pound ..my pussy pounds between my legs in sync with each sound of clicking from the camera by staying in contact with my Husband's promising package.

"Do a kissing shoot." Someone in the posse suggests.

And it becomes a chant 'kiss', 'kiss,' kiss.'

I look nervous now. I can easily say, 'sorry girls, I am not comfortable with that.' and avoid a kissing shoot.

Aditya grins, "The crowd wants a crowd-pleasing romance. Be the inspiration."

I look at Aditya's thick lips. Aditya, to me, is like the dark alley you should not take, but you are curious about what is at that road's end. He is one of those things you must try before rejecting; otherwise, the regret of not trying out will haunt you forever.

If I kiss him in private to get him out of the system, I can't stop him. He is physically domineering to me, but if I kiss him in front of these women and don't like it, I can easily stop him.

The photographer sees my hesitancy and suggests, "It could be just like a ceremonial kiss, guys, just to show affection."

I whisper to Aditya, lying, "I only doing this for your sake to establish that our marriage is a real one, but you have to delete the pic."

Meanwhile, the posse's chant becomes louder 'kissssssss'

Aditya smirks but obliges, "Alright", and turns to the photographer, "Be ready."

I smile at the girls politely, "Nobody else is privy to taking pic." I don't want that picture to circulate.

They look at one another and reluctantly agree with affirmative responses.

I clear my throat and lift up my face inviting my Husband to give his offering on my beseeching full lips.

He lowers his head, and his succulent lips touch my full pattern. He doesn't kiss me thoroughly; he barely stays in contact with my lips, posing for the photoshoot just like the photographer suggested.

I tremble as we remain like a dove couple pecking on each other beak.

I can hear the clicks of the camera. My pussy trembles with each click. 

His breathing rustled on my cheeks. I can smell the mint of the chewing gum. My lips start to move on his motionless mouth; I take the dark alley.

He kisses back just once with a slow smooch. My breathing escalates. I respond with a slow return smooch. Another slow smooch follows from his side, and I become more greedy. I give him two slow smooches this time, swerving my pout onto his.

The balcony fell silent, and the sound of our wet smacking prevailed along with the clicks. Back and forth, we keep spooning onto each other's lips, and soon it turns into a wild zig-zag kiss.

The camera clicks now sounds like applause, and I feel the moisture between my legs, my breasts get crushed onto his taut frame.

I moan onto my newlywed Husband's thick pulps, getting lost, "Mmmmpphh.."

Aditya breaks the kiss immediately.

I open my heavy eyelids, flooding my entire body in deep shame. My head is spinning, my knees are buckling, and Aditya is holding my waist firmly.

Priya, my best friend, comes forward and takes my hand, "That's enough . . You took her breath away."

Aditya halts us, "Wait!!"

Oh my god, what have I done !!! I did not manage to get Aditya out of my system; he is flowing through my system right now. I took the dark alley; now, I was lost.

Aditya takes the camera chip from the photographer and hands it to me.

He enunciates in a teasing manner, "I am a monster, my dear wife but I not that kind of monster."

I faintly say, "Thank you."

I reckon genuine gratitude in my voice for handing me the chip and stopping the kiss.

Once we were out of Aditya's hearing, Priya enquired gossipingly, "What was that monster stuff he was saying?"

I manage a weak smile stating, "Nothing. It is a silly story he wrote on the internet, and nobody read it."

Priya chortled loudly.
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A few minutes later.

"It is a buffet, isn't it?" Priya, a pixie cut cutie, my childhood best friend remarks.

We are opening some of the wedding gifts in a large hall on the ground floor of my new home...temporary home. 

A core group of guests comprised of relatives and close friends are still present from both sides, mine and Aditya's.

Everyone has formed their separate groups based on either age or interests.

Priya is talking about the group in which Aditya is.
They are seven. 
I look at that circle, and it is easy to spot the group leader of those 7 young men judging how expectantly the other six are turned at him.

His name is Nazir. A Kashmiri socialite. He got all the good looks of a Kashmiri minus the accent being a boarding college product. He is hirsute, very strong, got a solid body frame. He appears remarkably stylish in casual dresses but looks awful in formals. A very flirty charismatic Chap. He went to Dubai to work in his Brother's company, but now he is back overseeing the family dry fruit business in Old Delhi.
He is my Husband's best friend. I can see why though; both of them are notorious flirts. 

Beside him is Sai Krishna. He is from Andhra Pradesh, very modest and got attractive dreamy eyes. He goes by the name Saiki.
 Last night Nazir was telling us how they met Saiki. Nazir is the storyteller of the group.

He said, "In one word. Saiki is a beast." Apparently, they met him during his birthday, and some birthday celebrations are rough.They doused the floor with soap water and dragged the birthday boy through a long narrow corridor. 

All the rooms on both sides of the corridor doors were open, and boys were standing to kick the shit of the birthday lad while he was being dragged. It was a custom, a ritual to test one's mettle.
 According to Nazir, Saiki did not even shed a tear and got up like Nothing had happened. They all gave him the quote-unquote 'bro hugs' and greeted him with happy birthday wishes.
These men are savages, I thought, listening to that story. Aditya called it incredible endurance; I think that is sadism.

Saiki is an assistant professor at a college here. Nazir and Saiki are wearing Manchester untied custom-made Tshirts bearing their names. They both are crazy fans of that club. He also got a love for sports bikes.

Beside Saiki is standing Priyom. Priyom got a unique face as he is a mixture of Bhutanese and Assamese family lines. He got broad shoulders and looks good in any kind of apparel.
I like him. He knows how to cook and is exceptionally good at it. He cooked the entire breakfast for us. 

Aditya told me that after Priyom's father died, Priyom funded his college education by cooking part-time in the evening in a Nepalese restaurant. Due to his partly north-eastern looks, he landed the job from that certain Nepalese uncleji. 

Aditya admires him. According to Aditya, Priyom used to cook, and my so-called 'critic' husband did Nothing but sit there and rated each dish. 

 I don't know how such a nice guy become my monster husband's other best friend. He is an engineer now and doing a job in the private sector. He got a steady girlfriend of 11 years. I like him for that, just like Rocky and I going for the long haul.

Next to Priyom is Neel. An upper-class Bangladeshi snob who came to India to study filmography and stayed here to work in local industries. 

Priya asked him last night, "Where are you from in Bangladesh?"

He snotted, "Can't you look at me and tell?" He is that arrogant!!!

Aditya laughed and informed a puzzled Priya he was from Dhaka. 

I can see why that snob is a friend of my Husband.

He plays the guitar well, though. He was playing it last night and stole some hearts.

Apparently, he is very courageous, according to Aditya. He studied in a boarding college in Calcutta and did not like it there. So he swam an entire river to flee India and again came back. 

I did not believe that story.

 He even got caught by Indian airport security for smuggling weed to India. The amount was small, so they let him go. Aditya calls that fearlessness. To me, it is stupidity.

Among the seven, these 5- Nazir, Saiki, Priyom, Neel and Aditya are of the same age, look completely different from each other, are tall, do not like rules and are very good-looking.

So yes, it is a buffet for my friends Priya, Sunita and Ruchi. They can't determine which one to choose.

The remaining two members of the group are Asif and Sameer.

Asif is from Uttarpradesh. He got a short height and an unremarkable face. I noticed a tug of war between Nazir and Asif regarding the group's leadership. 

So their group isn't a circle. It is an Ellipse with two focuses. 

Asif, like Priyom, works in the private sector but comes from a family specializing in cultivating and wholesale marketing mangoes. 

Aditya later told me the others call Asif & Nazir, the group's mom and dad, behind their back, as they always fight.

Sameer is from Rajasthan.The tallest of the group. He is about 6'4" and corpulent. He comes from a political family and is the moneybag of this gang. He also got a steady girlfriend, and their marriage is fixed.

He got an intimidating presense, but Aditya told me in confidence that his 5'4" girlfriend always makes him cry. That made me laugh. I want to meet this brave girl and learn some secrets from her.

 Until then, Aditya did not know how his Shuag raat would be and was chatty with me.

Ruchi, Priya and Sunita constantly send signals to these men, but they are busy discussing something. They all got an intense look and drowned in their business.

Last night Nazir told us that their group has started an online business venture.

I asked about the business, but all seven of them did not speak a word.

Aditya said the venture is still in progress, and they don't want to discuss it in a crowded public gathering as these ideas are intellectual properties. Anybody could steal such unique ideas and patent them.

Ruchi whispers, "I like Saiki. He got a nice ass. Something to grab onto."

Sunita giggles," Nazir is my type, but Neel can play the guitar. It is a hard choice."

Priya teases her, "You can take both of them, just leave Priyom to me. I love a man who can cook."

Sunita slaps her arm, blushing.

Priya prods me, "I think you should get back with Rocky and divorce Aditya. I will nourish his wounded heart and make him mine. Nisha, you are so lucky. Your hubby is Yummy !!!" She was dramatic at the end.

Ruchi taunts me, "Right !!! Did not you see how she kissed her new Husband?! He must be great last night."

Sunita boosts me, "Details, girl, we need details. How was last night?!!"

My parents did not let me invite any of my college friends as all of them knew about my relationship with Rocky.

They only let me invite Ruchi, Priya and Sunita, my college friends. They also know about my relationship with Rocky as I was loud and proud about it on social media.

The mention of Rocky made me sad, and I felt regret for kissing Aditya with such shameless ferocity in front of so many.

I get up. I want to get away from this nonsense. The whole marriage and all the circus seem stupid to me now.

Priya asks, "Where are you going?"

I could not come up with an excuse.

"Today is Your Birthday?" A high-pitched female voice exclaimed, looking at her phone. She is my cousin-sister. Poonam.

Oh, I forgot today is Reema's birthday !!! I guess she did not want to ruin the buzz of my marriage with her celebration.

But I am in no mood to celebrate. My friends turn their attention to my cousin's group, and the demand for a birthday cake soon arises.

I disappear into the kitchen, leaving the gathering.

"Miss me." A baritone demands.

My heart aches, and I gasp, turning my head.

Rocky.My Boyfriend.

"How ?!! How did you come inside? Are you insane?"I exclaim.

Rocky rushes towards me and takes me in his arms, "Yes, I am insane for you."

Oh, I have missed him. I missed him so much. My body yearns for my love. We have been separated for a year courtesy of my parents and have met secretly only a couple of times.

We kissed like maniacs. My hands roam all over his body, and his urgent hands do not stay silent either. He pressed my back against the nearest wall while we suckled on each other's fevered lips.

"Wait, you must go." I huff.

Rocky is rubbing his nose on my throat, and I am grabbing his long hair.

"Please, Rocky, "I beg.

Rocky caresses my cheek, "Did your husband touch you?"

I had to lie, "No." and I lied to him with a straight face.

Rocky sighs, "If he tries, then tell him it would be marital r**ape."

I concur, "Ok, but you must go now, Rocky. Please. Call me later."

Then he was gone. Like a ghost, he came, and like a ghost, he disappeared.

How did he come inside, though?!! 

I take a deep breath and take few minutes to reorganize myself .

I look at the floor. One of my earrings dropped during our short make-out.

I bend and reach for it. Before I could grab it, a wide forearm appeared and, with a nimble move, the owner picked it up.

Aditya.My Husband.

"May I ?" He asks. He wants to put it back on my earlobe.

"Why?" I ask. I don't trust him. He is not the trustworthy type.

"You want to hurt my ear to take revenge 'cause I wound your back."I throw my suspicion at him.

"Do you want to create a scene, my lovely wife, when so many people are present in the house?" He is teasing me again.

"Be quick then."I reluctantly agree.

He takes his sweet time, though, while setting my earring. I tremble at his touch on my soft earlobes. His fingers ran along the vibration of my neck before withdrawing. His eyes never leave my restless distrustful gaze.

He does not move and uses those magnetic eyes on mine. I can't look away. He is a master at holding eye contact without being creepy.

"Lemme take a good look if I have done it right." He grins, and I flush.

"What are you doing exactly?."I found my voice husky, and my eyes veer from his lips to his gaze.

I have tasted those lips, and I am hungry. I feel ashamed.

He can sense my yearning but does not pounce, keeping his promise.

"We are going out to buy the cake. What kind of cake do you like?" He asks.

"Should not you be asking that to the birthday girl?" I scoff, gulping. I can't just stop looking at his moving lips; he is so close to me.

Aditya put a hand on the wall crowding me further, and I quivered in nervous excitement as he leaned over me.

He shoots, glancing at my heaving breasts, "I am asking you."

I murmur, holding my breath, overpowered by his seductive presence, "Red velvet."

Aditya chuckles, "Then I am bringing chocolate." 

I burst into flame and take a swing at him with an open palm, cursing him, "Bastard."

He easily dodges my swiping hand and puts on the sunglass he took from me.

"Bastard, no. I look like my father. I am very sure my daddy..."

"That's disgusting. I don't wanna hear it." I put my fingers in my ears.

He grins and chews his gum.

My heart flaps, looking at that dashing smile and those moving, well-defined jawlines on his face.

"Until next time, my darling wife !!!..until next time." he departs, leaving me breathless.

"FML !!!!" I exhale.

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                                                                                          Aditya
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We have returned with the cakes. Birthday getting celebrated in the middle of a post-wedding gathering. Everyone is happily mingling with one another.

Nisha's friends are openly flirting with my gang.

Whenever anyone praises the chocolate cake's quality, I glance at Nisha, and she seethes in anger as I have not bought her favourite 'red velvet'.

There came the time when each bite of the cake from anyone made Nisha's crescent eyebrows arch in a way that resembled two scythes ready to chop me down, and I loved it. 

I loved the irate look on her face; her sharp features accentuated the intensity of my ability to affect her.

That is the biggest takeaway for me.

I thought I would help Nisha fulfil her love story, but I find myself constantly flirting with her. 

I love the way she is responding to me, though. 

I genuinely believe that if one has to put too much effort into wooing a woman, then the woman isn't meant for that man. He probably is her third or fourth choice if she eventually gives in to the persuasion. That should be a massive red flag for the man.

Hence, I value natural attraction, and Nisha has a tremendous natural attraction toward me. She clearly lost herself while kissing me in front of her friends. That connection entices me, and I can't ignore it.

"What have you done to her?" Nazir asks, grinning, scanning Nisha's mad face from a distance.

I face Nazir with mischief on my lips and say, "You know, the usual."
Nazir laughs, "The usual."

Together we share many good memories.

"Her friend like you. Got her number yet?" I ask.

Nazir takes a peek at Sunita; she is dropping serious hints.

"Wanna double-team her?" Nazir proposes.

Nazir has a tendency to corrupt. He has built our gang from scratch and one of his techniques to judge one's character is to provoke that person to do something inappropriate. The moment that person gives in to his persuasion, he discards that person. 

Another technique he uses is harassment. He will find someone's weak spot and constantly heckle that person about it. This is his way of weeding out weak personalities from his circle.

Those who have countered his trials successfully stayed in the group.

"Not in the mood to score pussies." I respond.

"Mahnoor is coming to Chandigarh next week." He grins purposefully.

I chuckle. Mahnoor. Lovely Mahnoor!!! Fearless Mahnoor!!!

She was the first girl we had double-teamed together. She completed her course and was about to wed some stranger through an arranged marriage.

She knew this was probably her last chance to have fun with other men.

She invited us both. She was our friend. We stayed with her for three days straight. For three days, we ravaged her any way we wanted.

"Do you remember what she did when we dropped her off at the gate of her hostel?" I ask Nazir remincising .

"Yeah...She told the guard fuck you and your rules." Nazir's voice was nostalgic.

I don't share his lamentation. That is one of the reasons I am a monster, my inability to empathize often. That is also what makes Nazir a leader.
 
He knows how to balance his emotions, when to let them flow and when to abandon them.

Mahnoor is history. I did not care about her in the past, nor cared about her while fucking her or now. She means nothing to me.

Besides that, something else is bugging me from last night.
 
The whole story of Nisha and her boyfriend, her demand for not consummating this marriage, and how this entire marriage was hastily done makes me alarmed. There is something seriously wrong here.

I am a monster, an apex predator, and whenever another monster with selfish intentions comes into my vicinity, my predatory senses automatically get heightened.
I can feel the markings of another monster or monsters in Nisha's story.

Nisha could not take it anymore once someone proclaimed that this was the best cake he had ever eaten.

She excuses herself and leaves the throng. I give her some time to flee the scene before catching up. I watch her climb the stairs holding her Anarkali suit from both sides around her thighs. Her thick peachy bottom sways, bolstered by her energetic steps.

"Have fun with Sunita..Best of luck." I pat Nazir's back and get up to follow Nisha.

Nazir gets my intention and winks at me, "You have done the usual.. now, tell her the usual lies."

I wink back, "I will." and leave him.

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I enter the bedroom. Nisha was standing infront of a window and looking outside.

She throws a glance at me by turning her side face; half of it is sheltered by her bouncy hair locks.

If looks could kill !!! Her gaze pierced me like a boomerang, and returned to her as She turned away. She continued looking outside.

She speaks, though, "Do you like to harass me in front of everyone?"
Her voice trembling.

"No", I respond and move but not towards her. I sit on the couch's bar.

"You were secretly relishing my torment." She accuses, and her vocal cords produce regret.

"No, my dear wife, you tormented yourself. I said I am bringing the chocolate cake, and you assumed I was not bringing your favourite red velvet. Strawman argument.A prevalent fallacy." I correct her in a steady voice.

She turned her body entirely towards me and was ready to lash out, but she stopped noticing two pieces of red velvet on the table in front of the couch.

I smile at her, "A peace offering. If we are going to stay under one roof. We need a truce."

Her face lit up," You are going to let me stay?"

I affirm, skimming her beaming face, "Yes."

She comes forward giddily, "Thank you..thank you so much ", but arrests her step, and her euphoria dies, "But?"

I grin at her hesitancy; she is holding her breath.

"No, you don't have to have sex with me in order to stay in the house." I erase her doubts.

She looks slightly pleased but still hesitant," And?"

I wave my hand, "Sit."

She kills the distance; her wary eyes stay on me.

She sits beside me on the couch,maintaing a good amount of gap between us and asks, "Why are you letting me stay?".

Anxiety reigns her.

I examine her strikingly beautiful worried face while speaking, "I want to make a deal."

She stiffens, "What's the deal?".

I lay out my proposal, "I will let you stay, and you have to accompany me as a good wife should in public. Meaning you have to put up the false appearance of a devout wifey."

Her eyes dart, and she tries to gauge my intention but fails, "Why?"

I shrug, "I did not want to marry. You will eventually divorce me and return to your boyfriend, which is certain...I want to use this opportunity. I want to show my family that I behaved as a good husband and gave my marriage a try with a good wife but still failed."

She grins now. She got a wicked side. Sometimes it comes out.

"So they don't ask you to marry again in future." She gets the whole picture.

I nod, "Yes. Now you get it. You are the key to my hassle-free life."

She laughs vivaciously, "Why do you care so much about your family's opinion?"

I sip from the magnificent view she is offering and let her know, "Without my friends and family, I will go insane. You are right. I am a monster and need them to keep my sanity intact. Lone wolf life does not suit me."

She raises an eyebrow, "Fair enough. You got a deal."

I clap and points to her favourite cake, "Confectionaries to seal the deal. A truce."
She reaches to grab one of the cakes, and I quickly slide the package towards me, 'Ahaan !!! " and take out one piece of red velvet from the box.

I request playfully, "Open your mouth."

Nisha warns, 'You promised that you would stop doing that."

I climb down from the couch handle and move closer to her side.
Her whole body hardens.

"Stop doing what?" I ask flirtatiously.

Nisha looks at my lips and points out, "That. You promised...."

I chime in with the cake in my hand, "I promised no such thing. I said sex isn't compulsory..you have no obligation to sleep with me. You again taking shelter under straw man argument."

This time she laughs, drops her face and curses giggling, "Oh my god !!! You are such a big flirt.."

"Open your lips," I steer without being forceful.

"Alright." She puts the unruly locks behind her ears and comes closer.

I put the cake in the air, and she looks into my smiling eyes before taking a small bite.

We communicate silently. She does not look away while chewing. 

She wearing a black kajal and vibrant red lipstick.

Her amorous red lips move, and between those, her teeth flash like a set of pearls.
Dark eyes, dark Kajal, fair beauty with a pearly smile.

"May I bite your cake? Not your other 'cakes'. This one. We already shared saliva." I grin, reminding her of our kiss.

"Ok. You can have my 'this cake'."She flirts back; her face is flushing, and heat is mounting on her cheekbones.

I take a small bite and hold the rest in front of her red lips.

Her lips part; she holds eye contact and chomps down a small portion.

"It was a nice kiss." I rouse her.

Nisha shifts on the sofa uncomfortably but agrees, "Yes, It was a great kiss, and that's why we should not do it again."

I take my turn at the bite scrutinizing her blushing face. She drops her eyes and then gazes back, smiling shyly. 

I slowly eat the cake, taking my time, and she rakes her teeth over her lips, watching my jaw grind.

"Why?" I ask her, eventually.

"Cause It was too good, and doing it again will bring confusion in my life." She is being honest.

She finishes the last bit of the cake.

I don't respond to that and attract her attention to my fingers, "Don't waste the cream ."

She hesitates, glimpsing at my inviting fingers, and I end her hesitation by attaching them to her soft lips. She quivers at my touch but lets her tongue out to wipe the cream from my persuasive finger.

We both are staring at each other intensely.

Her tongue is warm; it tickles my fingertips with its velvety wet, slow licks.
She blushes hard afterwards. Erotism is in the air.

"You got some left on the corner..." I touch her malleable lip tracing it, and she gasps.

I hover over her body, but she does not stop me. I pause. We stare at each other briefly, and then I envelop her twitching lips. Her body is soft, and her breasts softer.

She moans immediately. Our lips tangle with one another. Slow smooches, wet sounds, noses wrestling, heavy panting...

Our kiss deepens, and I lean on her body. She takes my weight and slowly lays down on the couch without breaking the kiss. My chest smashes her breasts as we tangle with each other on top.

Her body is writhing underneath me. Saliva gets exchanged, our breath intermingles, and we taste the cake from each other's mouths.

I knock on her teeth with my tongue, and she makes way for it, letting it explore her warm cavern. Her dense hair is spread like a medusa head on the couch. I feel her restless thighs move against one another under my pelvic.

I break the kiss. She is huffing. Eyes closed. Her divine face is painted with desire.
"I can be your dirty little secret. Your boyfriend does not need to know." I tell her huskily, breathing my warmth on her face.

She opens her heavy eyelids, her eyes brimmed with arousal, and she shakes. I hold her hand together and put those over her head.

She gasps, accepting my dominance, and I again seize that eager open mouth.

She does not stop me; instead kisses me back with encouragement. We suck each other's tongues, and her moans are lewder.

I withdraw from her once more. She looks at me helplessly.

Then she begs, "Please don't seduce me anymore."

My eyes pin her pleading gaze down, and I demand, "Give me one good reason why I should not? Other than the usual- I love my boyfriend. I don't care about that reason."

She gulps and opens her mouth.

"Wait. Think clearly first," I chuckle, "Take your time", and close her open pout with another persuasive kiss.

The time the kiss lingered the most. She thaws under me. I repeatedly empty her lungs, listening to her purring, and breathe life back into her palpating core.
She is getting wild. 

I strengthen the grip on her hands, and she rubs her soft belly onto my aroused, hardened manhood. She wants me inside her. She is primed to be taken.

I give her a break. She is heaving hard. Eyes half closed.

"So, did you think of any good reason?" I tease her.

She weakly responds, cooing, "Yes."

"I am listening." My face stays in touch with hers.

She speaks in my mouth, staring at me, "You are not what I am looking for."

I grin mockingly, "Are you sure."

She huskily says, "Yes. I want my own family."

That throws me off-guard. It should not, but it does.

I squint my eyes, "You want the whole package- a loving, caring husband, kids, stability, etc.."

She swallows hard with rosy cheeks but manages to speak her mind, "Yes. You drive me insane...You know how to seduce women, but you don't know how to keep those women."

I grind my flinty jaws, "I don't want to keep them. To much unnecessary work."

She smiles sadly, "Yes. That is what you lack. You lack intent."

I smirk, "My intent is clear, and so is yours.".I was about to kiss her again, but she stopped me begging, "Please don't kill my dreams. Please!!!"

She pleads so lovingly and sweetly that it even shook the heart of a monster like me.

I let her go and moved away from her flustered body.

She lazily sits up and rubs the spots on her hands where I grab her to immobilize her. She is wholly turned on and uneasily rubs her ass on the couch.

I snicker at her bodily reaction. She is wet. She blushes and looks away while straightening her ruffled dress.

There is an awkwardness between us. Two souls are highly attracted to each other but want different things.

"Promise me. You will not seduce me." She dangles her hair while talking and secretly throws a glance at my visible arousal.

"No promises, my darling wife...I am not gonna make a promise that I can't keep. Besides, I am a monster and have a reputation to maintain." I can feel the frustration in my voice.

She also gets mad. Both are frustrated with each other. I want to fuck her brains out until she forgets her silly college love story, but she is asking for more.

"My boyfriend is a stud, in case you don't realize."She whines, and again she checks out my bulge.

"I don't doubt that. You are a catch and probably chose another catch for your fairytale dreams. But your boyfriend is stupid. A beautiful girl like you should be fucked hard, fucked often and made cum as much as you can handle." I lash out.

Her eyes widen. She has a hard time grasping what I just said.

She spoke in the black tongue when she spoke, "My boyfriend fucked your wife."

I sneer, "And I fucked many girls who are wives or girlfriends of other men right now. 1:'my whole body count'. I told you sexual shaming will not work on me."

She keeps on spitting venom, "You are a man whore."

I cavil, "Then you married a whore."

She scoffs, "I am not your wife."

I agree with her, "Yes, You are not. You are a leech and  an entitled brat."

She had enough. She spring on me furiously to fight. We fought, and we ended up kissing each other once again.

She mewls on my lips, encircling my neck; she is soft all around.

When we break the kiss, she appears sad and asks, "Please, lemme go."

I smile at her, caressing her wincing face, "You are the one holding me."

She dolorously states, "That's not what I meant."

I kiss her in the middle of her eyes, "For now, I am letting you go."

We part our bodies. 

"You should leave now." Her shaky voice demands.

"I will once my dick sleeps. You raised it up pretty good." 

She giggles and throws a small cushion at me, "Hide it."

I squeeze the cushion with all my force, and Nisha stiffens, drowning in imagination.

 I threw it back at her, stating, "I am not ashamed of my arousal. Unlike you, I am not betrothed to someone else.."

She peeks at my twitching appendage under my trouser and remarks, "I doubt you will ever seriously commit to anyone."

I ignore that and ask, "When was the last time you had sex?"

"None of your business." She appears unsettled.

"Let me calculate," I feign thoughtfulness.

Nisha slaps her forehead, "Please don't."

"You completed college a year ago and went back home. Your family disapproved of your boyfriend and must have controlled your every movement as they wanted to get rid of you quickly. So I guess you are pretty sex deprived." I grin.

Nisha examines her sleek fingers. I appreciate the decoration of the mehendi on it.

"I wanted to elope with my boyfriend, but he told me he can't arrange a place for us to live together." She mourns.

I feel her.

I get soft, "You can stay here. I like you, Nisha. You are a hopelessly romantic entitled brat with some elegance of a feminine gracefulness."

"Thank you." She sounds honest.

I smile at her without purpose, "Laters, my darling wife, until then, keep yourself wet."

Nisha nods profusely, making a disappointing sound with her tongue but does not bother to correct me.

I leave her alone and get out of the room.

I stroll towards the edge of the drawing room to get a bird's eye view of the party going downstairs.

The elders are discussing a robbery that happened last week.

Speaking of thieves, I glance at Rohit bhaiya, who is watching the pretty women staying in a corner.

 Rohit bhaiya is our man servant. His wife cooks for me, and he takes care of the rest of the household work. 

He was a thief, and I broke his leg when I was only 8 years old. He walks with a little limp now, and I don't care. I am borderline psychopathic, maybe entirely. One of the other reasons I call myself a monster.

He entered the house from the roof. Coincidentally I woke up to drink water. I am very fond of chilled water. I saw him, but he did not notice me.

I turned down the main switch of the electricity and screamed my lungs out.

Rohit bhaiya got scared in the dark. He did not know the layout of the house. He ran and stumbled. 

He fell from the first floor and broke his leg.

Fortunately, my family did not call the cops; instead, they took him in and gave him the job of maintaining our house. 'Correctional facility' is another name for prison, isn't it?

I suspect that my family has sent him to spy on me. They don't trust me. I don't blame them. He or his wife does not stay in my house, though. They go back to my ancestral house.

Nisha has put me in a tough spot. She basically said -' Look, I am very attracted to you. You can smash me if you want, but that will ruin my relationship with my boyfriend, and with that, my dreams will get crushed.'

I usually don't give a fuck, but I find myself caring in her case. I don't know how long I will care, though. 

I am a monster.A machiavillain monster .Yes, that is one of the monstrosities that rules me. So whatever I do, I do it on purpose. A while ago, I got cosy with Nisha with a purpose .
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One by one, the guest departed, and at night, there was nobody but Nisha and me in our big house.

"I want you to sleep in the other room," Nisha tells me in a serious tone.
 
She is wearing a  baggy nightgown. I don't like the dress. It shows nothing. Not a single thing. Not even a hint. 

I get mad, "Why?"

"My boyfriend told me to keep you out of my room at night." She looks at me with dead eyes.

Huh!!! She and her boyfriend got some nerve !!!

I snot lowering my head and then ask lifting my hardened face, "Do you know how many bricks are in these four walls."

Nisha does not look that confident right now.

She swallows hard, intimated by me, "No, I don't."

"I do." I sarcastically remark and continue," cause I had to pay for it. I did the roofing with the construction guys on all the floors. It is hard work even with the help of modern equipment. You sweat like a pig. Your brain does not work.You became a singular-focused entity. You just do things like a machine. Cement, stone chips, iron beams, all you could think about at that moment. If you think I will obey your boyfriend's demands by staying out of my own bedroom, then you are living inside an illusion."

"Then do it for me." Her dark eyes pleaded, and it melted my heart. I forgot all the hardwork I did during roofing for fun.

She murmurs softly, "I don't trust myself with you, Aditya. Please sleep in the other room."

She got a seductive voice and calmed me down.

"Ok, but still, this is the boyfriend's wish. If he gets something, he has to lose something." I grin.

Nisha clutches the pillow and fearfully asks, "What do you want?."

"Relax. Like I said, sex isn't mandatory, but please stop dressing like a behenji(sisterly). I stay out of the bedroom if you become a sight for my sore eyes." I demand.

"Ok. But if you think that I will dress ...like you know." She does not say the word.

I smirk, "I can make you dress like that."

She visibly shakes in tension.

But I assure her in the next moment, "Just be yourself. Stay in the 21st century and ditch whatever century this nightwear is from." 

She scrutinizes my face, "Hmmmm...Goodnight."

I get away from the bed and bid her farewell, "Goodnight. If you leak at night, you know where to find the plumber."

She throws the pillow at me again for the nth time, "Scoundrel.."

I throw it back, "You will need it to rub your deprivation on it."

She blushes hard and wants to fight again.

I tease her, "Wanna battle again? You know how that end don't you? This time I will not stop at just kissing."

She giggles, "Goodnight, Aditya."

I smile at her gorgeous face," Laters, my lovely wife. Have a hot screaming dream about me."

I leave her in the room with a stupid smile on my face.

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There is something about a man who is in the center of attention. It makes the man very attractive.

What happens when the man is longer in the center of attention? All that importance projected on him by other people goes away, the magical aura around him disappears and what remains is an ordinary man with the attributes that helped him to be in the center of attention.

In my life that man is Rocky, my boyfriend and I am with him in a hotel room.

He is a manly man with a broad hairy chest and a tall frame. He is on top of me right now.

He is grunting, "Oh yessss...I have missed you, Nisha.."

My body quakes, taking his thrusts inside my pussy, and I wail, "I have missedddd....youuu tooo...ahhhhhh,uuhhhhhh"

He knows my body well, and his virile manhood is hitting the right spot.

Reality blurred and blend with the euphoria of our mating.

This is round two for us.

The first round was more frantic; we were selfish and only concentrated on each other's pleasure. Moans, grunts, smacking skin, aggressive lips, and rapturous orgasms dissolved our senses.
 
We were wild, and it was over before we realized what had gone down.

This time we are more attentive to one other's needs.

His eyes flash with pleasure as I squeeze his cock inside of my depraved pussy. My hands roam all over his back, encasing his sweaty torso, my swelled breasts undulates against his labored chest, and my crinkling nipples get tickled by his chest hairs.

My orgasm rolls inside me, its waves spread all over my shaking body, and I bleat, "Hooohhhh...hhhooooofff....don't stoppp...that's it...ohhhhh..."

I scratch down his arms and back as my slit shudders around his onslaught, my thighs nearly cramped.

"Gaahhhhh...I am cumminnnggg.." He spurts inside his rubber, giving in to my spasmodic cunt walls.

I hold his oblong face from both sides and take in his postorgasmic sighs inside my mouth by nourishing his strenuous effort.

He kisses me back, squeezing my breasts. I moan softly inside his mouth as his twitching cock leaves my pussy.


His phone rings, and he takes it.

"Rockyyyy !!!! " I mewl forbidding him.

"Just a second, babe." He takes the call and starts speaking while on top of me.

Now his body feel heavy as he is not paying attention.

"This not my job to put the bucket under the tap...That was his job." He yells, squabbling with his roommates.

It agitates me, and I push his body, sliding away from beneath him.

He does not pay any heed to my irritation. I watch him staying by his side, putting a blanket over my naked body.


Sex was always good with him. He makes me cum, but something is missing. 

This is not the man I loved. This is not the Rocky I spent time with. I saw Rocky cruising through campus, garnering reverence from everyone who knew him. 

He was the 'IT BOY', and holding his hand felt good.

That magnetic attraction I felt towards him translated to the bedroom, and our sex had a different sort of magic.

 It was explosive for me. He was my prized stallion, and I would become a possessed woman when he used to mount me.

Time and distance bring certain clarity to one's view. I was almost one year away from Rocky, which affected my relationship with him.

I understand it now.

Rocky walks away from the bed, still fighting with his roommate over the phone. I glance at his naked body. He got a masculine body, not a gym buff, just good genetics, and he stays in shape as he used to do anchoring.

I was thinking about why I am so madly attracted to Aditya. Aditya himself is a factor, but it is also true that I love nearness.
 
Yes, I love intimacy. I'm not particularly eager to stay separate from my man.

That is one of the reasons I broke up with my high college boyfriend before hooking up with Rocky. 

Long distance does not work for me. I feel insecure. I need emotional and physical nearness to my man.

Rocky turns and pulls the condom from his cock. It is full of his thick potency.

He goes inside the washroom to flush it down the toilet.

When he comes out, he blurts, accusing me, "You kissed your husband."

It was not a question. It is a statement.

I get tensed at first. Nervousness gripped my throat, but also I felt anger.

"You could have talked about it earlier. You waited to have sex with me first !!!"

"Why did you kiss him?" He ignores my complaint, and his judging eyes roam over my guilty face.

"We were doing a post-wedding photoshoot, and everyone wanted us to do it," I tell him half-truth.

"Say sorry." He orders.

"No. You were not there. You don't know what I must endure in order to secure my stay in that house." I argue.

"Say that you are sorry for kissing another man." He is adamant.

"How did you know about the kiss? You spying on  me now, Rocky?" My nostrils flared and I put up resistance.

"You have sinned, Nisha...You kissed another man. You are a horrible woman. Repent and ask for my forgiveness." He looks like a man possessed, trembling in anger.

"This is bullshit. You have ruined my mood." I turn my head away.

He yells in a menacing roar, "Say sorry..."

I gasped. My whole body just shuts down. Fear encompasses my existence.

He yells again with a fearsome look on his face, "Say you are sorry.."

My lips tremble, my vision turns hazy and warm tears soak my face creating furrows.

I sob onto a pillow.

Rocky touches my shoulder, and I wince in fear.

"Say sorry." He demands in a more controlled voice.

I yield, "I am sorry...don't be mad...I am sorry."

Rocky lifts my face, and he looks sad,"Oh no no no....this is all my fault...I don't like when you cry...This is my fault."

He falls on the bed running fingers inside his hair,"I am just troubled with my work.....You are living with another man....I have nightmares thinking horrible things...I know you were under pressure....I don't know what got into me."

I saw my man breaking down, and it wounds my heart.

I move toward him and grab him from behind, pressing my breasts onto his back, rubbing my tears on his neck, and trying to soothe him by planting kisses on his body, "No..it's my fault...please don't be sad ...I love you...I could have said no and avoided the kiss...I am such a fool...I am sorry...please, baby, stay strong."

He turns around and starts kissing me.

It was an emotional kiss. The old flame is back. I can feel the magic again.

I submit to my prized stallion, and he mounts me once more.

He pinned me down onto the bed and fucked me from behind, holding my arms forcefully. His thrusts were punishing, he took his frustration out inside me, and I let him. I let him use me. I deserve this.

I behaved like those women who walked around showing off her arm candy boyfriend during his good times but abandoned him when he was going through a rough time, making up faults in our relationship to justify my attraction towards Aditya.

I moan on the sheets unmaking the bed, "I am sorryy...ahhhhh....ooohhhh...you are the man....ahhhhh....aahhhhh...I amm soooryyy."

"That's right, I am the man ." He grunts while pounding up my guilty womanhood from behind.
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Next Morning.

Aditya and I are sitting at the breakfast table. He has already finished his food. He is reading some papers from a file.

"You like it rough, huh?!!" He remarks without lifting his head.

I am still drowsy and did not get him.

"What?" I ask with a mouthful of food.

"Your hand. Your boyfriend has bruised you." He points out and goes back to his papers.

Ours is a sham marriage, and I am not really Aditya's wife. He did not put any restrictions or interference in my sex life.

I am wearing a sleeveless T-shirt.

"Oh, that !!! No, I just ..." I could not come up with a lie. Rocky marked me by gripping my arms hard during the third round of our sex.

"Its all right..No, need to lie...Whatever keeps your juices flowing." He chuckles.

I don't reply.

He breaks the silence again, "Did you put something on it? Your blood vessels have burst there."

"No !! I used ice." I wolf my breakfast. I want to get away from him. 

It is awkward. He is looking devastatingly handsome in his black shirt, sleeved rolled up to his forearms, his veins making me dream things.

This time he pays attention to me.

"Your boyfriend did not buy you any sort of cream or whatever after doing that?" He asks with disbelief in his voice.

"This is none of your business." I frown.

"No, this is the general rule. You beat up the pussy well, give the rough treatment if the pussy demands, and then take care of the pussy afterward, especially in a romantic relationship like yours." He shamelessly says those words.

"I gonna puke Aditya," I complain, wrinkling my nose.

"Alright, just saying." He lets it go.

He is watching my face, though.

"What are you doing today? Wanna visit the factory? or our new project office?" He suggests.

Aditya is talking about their family business and the new business venture he is planning with his friends.

I'm not too fond of machinery. I find no interest in those. Those are lifeless things. 

I am a dancer, I love art, and I love things that are alive.

Besides, Rocky told me not to mingle with Aditya much.

 Aditya is a different kind of man than Rocky, a promise of a different life, but he isn't serious about marriage.

"No, thank you." I reject his proposal.

"That is you saying or your boyfriend?" He smirks.

"Both." I put on a serious face.

"What are you gonna do then all day... every day if you don't go out and socialize? This is a new place for you." He frowns.

"You don't have to worry about that." I discourage him.

He looks at me minutely and responds, "Do you know what kind of person compels you to cut off your relationships and force you to depend upon him solely?"

I arch my eyebrows, "Who?" I am having difficulty with where he is going with this.

"A Narcissist." His tone is laced with vindication.

"Last time I checked, I did not marry a doctor." I give him my polite sarcastic smile.

But he does not stop, "Lemme guess. This boyfriend of yours always likes to be in the center of attention. He thrives on it. When he does not, he acts up. You get puzzled, thinking why he is acting weird."

"I get it. You don't like my boyfriend, but please don't bad mouth him." I caution him.
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He babbles on, "Tell me if this sounds familiar. He gaslights you often and makes you feel everything is your fault. He does it whenever he feels he is losing control over you. You fight back, but eventually, you cave, admitting that everything is your fault. Then you end up having hot sex. Rinse and repeat. The vicious, toxic cycle continues, and your female brain just gets addicted to that drama due to various negative hormones getting released."

I sat there, forgetting to chew my food, and my sleepiness departed my eyes.

My lips move,I mumble knitting my eye brows together, "How do you know this?"

He grins, forming wrinkles around his eyes. "I told you I am a monster, and my past is full of dirt. Narcissism is one of the monsters that plague me. I admit I was guilty of doing those things in my late teens when I did not really know about myself properly. It was hot. I could see the pain in my victim's eyes, the pain of degrading themselves bending to my will. Those women wanted to be with me, and I let my dankness feed on their weakness. They are giving in, I am pushing their boundaries, and they are doing anything to keep me happy. That kind of power over females is intoxicating."

I push my food plate away. I just lost my appetite, "You should seek help, Aditya. That is not what my boyfriend is. You are the sick one."

Aditya chuckled, "But you were listening to my every word mapping them with your experience with your boyfriend. I got other monsters in me than just Narcissism. Greater monsters, and they strangled the Narcissistic nature of mine, taming it, making it benign."

I wrap my hand around my body, "Like what?"

He says conspiratorially, "You don't want to know."

I scoff, "Nah, you are trying to appear good now after telling those horrible things. Trying to make me feel that some good vs. evil is happening inside you. You are trying to whitewash yourself after the confession you just made."

I get up. I have no mood to hear any of this nonsense. I am still heavily affected by Rocky's behavior yesterday.

Aditya yells from behind, "If your boyfriend is truly a narcissistic person. Watch out for your friends, even family. Narcissists are lazy. They will sleep with anybody close to you if they want to ridicule you or for other purposes."

I throw a warning glance at him and get inside my room.

I called Rocky. He picked it up and said that he was busy. He has opened a new coaching center in collaboration with the University to give IELTS coaching.

I just pray that the coaching center gets successful. Our life goals depend on his financial stability.

Aditya was right. I am bored. I tried to watch a movie but could not get into it. I pause it.

Then I hear it. A faint crying was coming from under my window.

I get downstairs and go to the backside of the house.

There was a kitten.4-5 months old. Abandoned and helplessly meowing.

Someone hurt its back. It has nowhere to go. By nightfall, it will die.

I feel overwhelming pain in my heart, and a surge of emotions prevails.

The creature is like me. Like me, it has nowhere to go.

I don't have to call the kitten, it comes towards me, and I lift it up.

I fall in love with the kitten at the very first glance.

"Your name is Love," I murmur. I was crying. 

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Next week

I did not see Nisha for a few days after I riled her up while discussing her boyfriend. She promised that she would stay invisible during our first night and would not bother me.

I get restless, though. I miss her company. We have unspoken words between us. Some unchartered territories we are too afraid to travel.

I sigh. I do wonder- How is she avoiding me?

I guess she has clocked my routine secretly. She must have, and that's how she is ghosting me.

It is 7: am in the morning. I just finished running on the treadmill and sitting on the sofa in the second-floor drawing room.

I run my hand along the arm of the sofa and immediately turn to examine the texture.

There were several scratch marks.

I got up, and there were also scratch marks on the other arm of the leather.

What the hell !!! I look around and see the furs. White hairs scattered here and there.

It must be a damn cat. I don't like cats. 

My eyes twinkle, and I grin, thinking - That brat is hiding a cat inside the house.

So Nisha comes here to use the treadmill !!! She is careful, though; she cleans it up. No sweat spots.

I don't doubt it. She used to dance, and I was repeatedly informed about her extracurricular skill before marrying her. She must have got a habit of staying in shape.

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Next day

I wanted to talk with her about her new cat but did not want to knock on her bedroom. I wanted to ambush her. 

So, I woke up at 4: am. I am drinking coffee to stay awake. I am not an early riser.

The sound of her bedroom door alerts me at 5:30 am.

I give her some time. I get out. Our bedrooms are on the first floor.

I can hear the treadmill's sound and her galloping steps on the ramp.

I was sipping coffee when I reached where she is at. I am wearing only track pants.

I got stunned. She is wearing a low-cut tank top and skinny leggings. Evidently no underwear.

She is doing an arch. The wheel pose. She did not hear me coming, and she wasn't facing me.

I get a good look at her body. She is bending like a rainbow. Her palms and tips of her feet are on the ground. Her sports shoes are near her.

She is sexy !!!

From where I am standing, I can see the imprint of her shaved cameltoe between her parted legs under the thin leggings. A long division has started between her pussy lips, merging with the crack of her ass, forming a half circular deep cleft. That uninterrupted cut alone makes my pulse quicken.

She got strong thighs. 

Her long legs are drenched with sweat in some spots making the thin leggings transparent in those areas.

 Above I can see the bones of her hips protruding outwards and below her peachy ass clinging against the leggings like two crescent moons.

I can't see her face. Her sunkissed loose hair is kissing the ground like a flowing waterfall from above.

I came forward and quickly put the coffee cup over her flattened stomach, and she shivered as soon as the heat of the cup tingled her skin.

 Her navel is the shape of a vertical eye. Her perky tits are resting proudly on her chest and half exposed in the tank top she is wearing. The impression of her nipples is prominent. 

Two raisins are crowing over two parabolic soft tits. Overall she got a ripe and tight young body.

I announce immediately, "If you move, the coffee will get spilled, and you will burn your belly."

She complains from below, "Stop kidding, Aditya."

I was forthcoming with her, "We need to talk, my darling wife."

 I know She knows I am not bluffing as she can feel the heat from the ceramic coffee cup on her skin.

Nisha whines, "About what?"

I laugh but maintain my agitation, "You know what."

I sit in front of her face in a relaxed half-sitting position, resting my head on my palm.

"It is hot." She complains about the lukewarm cup on her belly.

I lazily let my eyes linger on her sweaty cleavage, driblets of sweats trickling down from it, sparkling like diamonds on her skin.

"You are hot. Nice tits, by the way. Very alluring." I look at those with admiration.

Nisha blushes hard; even in an upside-down position, her face looks beautiful.

I look at her upturned glowing face and ask, "Where is it?"

She gulps, "Where is what?" As she spoke, a few freshly formed droplets of sweat rolled down from her upended cleavage and dried at the hollow of her throat, giving her skin a sheen.

I smile. She knows what I am talking about.

I finally let the cat out of the bag, "Your cat."

Nisha darts her eyes, "In my room."

I ogle her tits and then her lips, making her nervous. "That is my bedroom." I make it clear.

Nisha begs, "Please don't throw the kitten out. It is so small."

Her words melt my heart. There is a reason I call myself an inborn monster. I was abusive towards animals during my childhood. A telltale sign of a psychopathic persona.

And Nisha is nothing like me. She is the polar opposite. She is what I am missing in me. She is the circuit that I need to feel whole.

 She is not a purely innocent type of girl, but She can love fiercely. Everything she does has something to do with love. 

That attracts me to her in a new way that transcends beyond my urge to fuck her senselessly.

At that moment, I wanted to merge with her and create something that would make me complete. 

"Why did you bring it?" I ask, this time just focusing on her blinking eyes and lips.

"It was meowing." She croons.

"It was meowing ?!!" I smile innocently, fascinated by her simple reasoning.

"Yes." She swallows.

"You love animals?" I softly ask her.

"Yes. Please let me keep it. Please, Aditya." She implores.

"Why did you seek my permission?" I toy with her now.

"You would not have approved." She says mournfully.

"True. Then why take the risk?" I murmur.

"I was boorreddd !!!" She replies in a bratty voice.

Her elbows shaking, her shiny tits wavering, sweats drenching her throat, thighs twitching.

 Her wincing face is red, veins protruding from the side of her temple. Blood poured downwards under her skin. She has fatigued her muscles.

 She is gonna fall soon.

I get up, and just before removing the coffee cup, I lie to her, "Your pussy is wet."

She springs up and lands on her feet. She snuffs, "Nooo. Impossible!!" and closes her thighs together. 

She got some reflexes. I underestimated her physical abilities. She must have been a great dancer.

I put the coffee cup on the holder of the treadmill. As soon as her feet get settled on the ground, I immediately grab her by her peachy ass and pull her onto my body.

She gasps, grumbling, "Aditya !!!" She is slanting away from me, and I am leaning on her body, tightly holding her by her butt crack. Her spongy tits rhythmically brushed against my naked chest.

I gnaw my flinty jaw and tell her in an authoritative voice, "Listen, brat, Your cat has ruined my sofa." while clutching a handful of her tight ass flesh inside my hand.

She does not pull away. It gave me the allowance I needed.

I add my other hand and clamp down on her other ass cheek.

Her eyes widen, but she does not complain. Her skin vividly radiates a pink hue of sexual arousal.

She pleads, caressing my forearm, "Please, Aditya. Let my cat stay."

I don't soften this time; I induce force through my eyes while speaking and pull her closer by forcefully lifting her thick butt. "It can stay If you promise to clip your cat's nails."

She obliges, breathing on my face, her fingers clutching my tricep, "Ok.",

 I can feel her nipples growing on my bare chest.

I instruct her further, "You are going to clean the furs. Learn to take some responsibility that your hobbies cause." my fingers dig deeper into her ass crack, and she shudders in shame, her lips part.

She murmurs in a husky tone, "I will." She glimpses at my lips, her nipples crinkling on my chest, her rumpled boobs peeking at me from her top, and her breathing has escalated.

I warn her in a domineering manner, "If I find any of my furniture further get ruined by your pet, then I am going to bend you over on my knees and spank you until you beg me to fuck you."

She weakly contends, "I am not going to."

I swat her one of her voluminous ass globes lightly and grab the jiggling butt flesh in the next moment, making her squeak,"uffffffff...I am not..."

I don't let her finish, I slap her other ass cheek, and she gasps sharply, almost kissing me, stopping just inches from my lips, blinking her eyes rapidly.

I smirk, "You are just a couple of hard spanks away from cheating on your boyfriend. Still want to deny?"

She softens and encircles my neck, surrendering. She no longer appears bratty.

She sounds raspy, "You are going to let me go after I do this." and she kisses me firmly on my smirking lips.

I was not expecting this. I kiss her back, squeezing her ass at my will.

She moans inside my mouth. Our desire for each other flowed through our saliva and breaths.

She is tiptoeing, and I am dancing with her lips above.

I was rock hard when we parted, and she was grinding against me.

I ask her, parting her ass cheeks sleazily while looking at her kneading breasts from above, "Still in love with your boyfriend?"

She murmurs on my lips, "Yes. Now let me go."

I grin and lift her body in the air, holding her ass, drawing a shy giggle from her throat; she wraps her legs around my waist.

She complains, "Show off."

I close her complaining mouth with my lustful lips and walk towards the scratched sofa carrying her.

She mewls on my lips while clinging to my body.

I get settled on the sofa keeping her on the top, still grabbing her ass.

She looks at me helplessly, and my hands wander below. Her half-exposed breasts are on my eye level now.

She shudders once I touch her pussy mound from behind, eliciting a raspy moan from her.

"You are wet." I softly rub her pulsating cunt lips above her thin leggings.

She confesses, twisting her narrow hips, "Yes."

I press my finger onto her vibrating pussy mound and declare, "Soaking wet."

She confirms, "Yes." and closes her eyes in rupture.

I rub my nose on the swell of her soft breasts, smelling its essence, and murmur, "I got you."

She denies purring in between, "Yes and no."

I snicker darkly, and my other hand departs her ass to lift her tank top above her breasts.

She does not stop me. She shivers.

"I don't think so," I announce, noticing her pear-shaped engorged bosom, and put my mouth on her right nipple to suckle loudly.

She moans and shakes, holding my hair; my hand goes back to squeeze her butt, and my other fingers rub her pussy.

She huffs, "Ahhhh...You don't have my respect."

I chuckle and grab both of her tits, making her arch backward.

I squeeze one with moderate force and suck and kiss another for a while.

She writhes, and her moaning rises to a crescendo.

I depart her drenched milk and tell her, "I will get another kind of respect when I am going to smash you."

I shift my mouth's attention to her other tit-bag and smear my saliva on the sucked one by massaging it.

Nisha is grinding her pussy on my bludgeon now; her dripping sex is saturated, and I feel that wetness over my track pant.

She faintly says, observing me passionately feed on her mammary gland, "You can have that kind of respect from other girls. You already have tasted it before."

I lift my mouth and gaze at her hazed eyes," What do you mean?"

I keep mauling her tits, making her aroused body dance on my lap like a candle flame.

She stared at me with thirst, articulating, "You could have had me anytime, Aditya.....ahhhhh.. You could have it during our first night. Or the next morning or that afternoon, but you did not....gaaahhh.. You want my total surrender....hhoooooff... You can have my body, I am at your mercy here, but you will not have the respect of my heart if you continue this."

I jolt. She got me. She got me good.

I pale. Like her, I want more, and she wants another man for the sake of the dreams she already has woven in her mind with him. She does not want to deviate from her projected path.

I sneer, "I will fuck you good, I promise."

She kisses my head brushing her elongated nipples on my face, "I don't doubt that, but that's not enough."

I sigh. I do want her respect cause she is something I am not. She is a different creature altogether, and I crave her validation. 

Smashing her is easy; she is practically on the verge of an orgasm but winning her respect as a person is a different thing together.

"Let me go."She demands. 

"Let me take you to your room atleast." I request.

She giggles flirtatiously, "Ok. Have fun till then. Then you will let me go."

I sadly utter, "Alright."

I lift her body again, and she shatters into a peal of high-spirited giggling until I start smooching her lips.

I walk carrying her quavering body, her exposed breasts are squashing on my chest, and my hands are smashing her soft butt like preparing dough.

We climb the stairs together; our loud smooching sounds fill the empty house.

I drop her to the feet, she falters, and I hold her tightly.

She helplessly pleads, "Please. You promised. You are a 'hyphen' that stands awkwardly between me and my ambitions, making it meaningless."

I sigh and kiss her between her eyes, "Yes, I did promise that."

Then I let her go. She disappears inside her bedroom. I feel hollow again.
 

I am a monster, and She is an empath. I am a nightmare, and she is a fine dream. My dream, a dream I have never dreamt of.

[WILDLILAC]

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