[krish_999]

1. Each time atul goes to rajat's flat without knowing him, he forget something to know rajat about his visit.
2. Inverter incident had lot of loopholes like A house interverter can't give backup in whole decorated house on occasion of party with all extra electricity on.
3. Many incident which even author can't justify to overdone that you simply put cuck touch there because when cuck comes each logic goes background  like watching super heroes movies whether anything could be happen.
4. How easily radhika and ridhima agreed happily to become object of atul's pimp act. They both knowing that without logic ready to pleased him to get atul's client satisfed by pimping themself.
5. George blackmailing, while rajat is failed to get result of blackmailing randomly many time but george simply said "I know what you did last night" and she is ready to get fuck with him.
6. After tasting foud dicks since marriage with atul it is laughable to object with rajat.
7. Varun blowjob act in car, very very fantasy without any logic preparation or logic.
8. Getting car trip with manjot in front of office building just after 2 meeting with him. You don't do this in work place while you easily could use meeting room of office to talk to client if you are in compound of office.
9. george's masturbation on anvita when their first visit to george house.
10. Shreyas seduction suddenly, even with varun is very unnatural after having freindship with him for years.
11. prithvi's first stay in her house without any reason.
12. Detailed discussion with rajyavardhan (FIL) with anvita about anvita sex life with varun and her adultery/Infidelity while not a single line communicated with atul.  

You hide many detail of act like what happened with shreyas in party gone with atul where you hide their whole night adventure.

May be you are planning to explain all of them in ending to justify that.

Dear friend you seem to have a lot of doubts and I welcome all of them in a positive sense. Well I don't do this normally, but since they are mostly related to the past events, I'll try to tell you what I was thinking when I wrote them.

1. Each time atul goes to rajat's flat without knowing him, he forget something to know rajat about his visit.

First time he did forget his wristwatch, when Neeti had tried to lure him there. But, do you really think the wristwatch was mislaid? Do you think Neeti took him to his neighbor's flat and tried to seduce him just like that? I left it to reader's imagination to assume here Rajat might have used Neeti to trick Atul. In that case, Neeti should have deliberately taken it and hidden it.

Second time, it was the fancy earring he had bought for Anvita.  He was made to wait there before Anvita and Prithvi left the building. You now know why the delay happened, so it could be possible for Atul to become nervous again and forget something.

2. Inverter incident had lot of loopholes like A house interverter can't give backup in whole decorated house on occasion of party with all extra electricity on.

Yes, I didn't give much details here, but it's foolish to assume one inverter provided backup to the whole decorated house. During the wedding there must be a team hired to take care of everything. They must have got their backup measures. Remember, when Atul arrived at the wedding, the place was already running on backup. But in a marriage, the boys often come up with extra fitting decorations that leaks too much from the line. That's why they might have needed more batteries. It may be also wrong to assume they took inverter from Anvita's house only.

3. Many incident which even author can't justify to overdone that you simply put cuck touch there because when cuck comes each logic goes background  like watching super heroes movies whether anything could be happen.

The point refers to the ongoing issue, I would like to not to respond, for now.

4. How easily radhika and ridhima agreed happily to become object of atul's pimp act. They both knowing that without logic ready to pleased him to get atul's client satisfed by pimping themself.

Well, are you sure he pimped them? I think he saved Ridhima when he realised he might end up pimping. Radhika has never acknowledged sleeping with Nikunj. Both the ladies are on their own here. 

5. George blackmailing, while rajat is failed to get result of blackmailing randomly many time but george simply said "I know what you did last night" and she is ready to get fuck with him.

George's blackmailing worked in his favour mainly because it was a huge blow to whatever hope Anvita's FIL had instilled in her. George's intention was to strike immediately. In Rajat's case, Anvita has something to negotiate with him-about Neeti- which is stopping him from forcing on Anvita. George was open to bang, while Rajat is more inclined to seduction.

6. After tasting foud dicks since marriage with atul it is laughable to object with rajat.

What's the fun in making Anvita a slut? Being intimate with three doesn't guarantee the fourth any luck. There are many things working against Rajat here. Also, the three- Shreyas, Prithvi, Varun - all were well-behaving and none of them carry bad reputation like Rajat. She hates him. It's as simple as that.

7. Varun blowjob act in car, very very fantasy without any logic preparation or logic.

Many readers are saying it was natural due to her desperation or other various reasons, while some are saying it was illogical. The argument will last forever.

8. Getting car trip with manjot in front of office building just after 2 meeting with him. You don't do this in work place while you easily could use meeting room of office to talk to client if you are in compound of office.

I request you to put yourself in her place. Suppose, you're having a tough time in your new office. Suddenly there happens an event which increases your value in the eyes of your superiors. You know you don't deserve the respect that they give you but you are enjoying it. Now you are walking along the road, suddenly the other guy shows up saying he needs to talk to you. The fear of losing all the respect if you refuse to talk is dominating your mind. Will you get in to that car? 
I think the chances are fifty percent. You may or may not get in. Well, Anvita did, apparently.

9. george's masturbation on anvita when their first visit to george house.

He's a mad man, we have learnt it later. He's a man who was divorced because he was very unnatural in bed. He's full of lust. And he bangd his friend's wife who's also his friend's DIL.

10. Shreyas seduction suddenly, even with varun is very unnatural after having freindship with him for years.

Shreyas is the one who began it all. It didn't happen suddenly. It was very slow, in my opinion. It was one thing led to another scenario with each point of progression narrated in detail. Varun, from the very first of his appearance in the story, have always hinted how he was chasing her despite losing out to Atul.

11. prithvi's first stay in her house without any reason.

Innocence can deceive you, my friend.

12. Detailed discussion with rajyavardhan (FIL) with anvita about anvita sex life with varun and her adultery/Infidelity while not a single line communicated with atul.  

FIL caught her immediately after the incident. The discussion was not initiated by Anvita. 

I hope these clarifications help. With the above pieces of thoughts, I have no intention to argue that your thought process is wrong. I only mean to say this is  how I thought when I wrote those chapters. In fact I like to leave a lot for your imagination and I like it when you see what I didn't intend.

Keep reading and keep posting.
Krish.

[krish_999]

Its heartening to see Krish is opening up to clarify some doubts over plots and characters in this thread contrary to his earlier thread :"Knowing ----------"

Earlier I had debated on the issue of Anvita blowjob in car and as accepted by author, debate continues. In Anvita POV, as quoted above, she is genuinely miserable after knowing that Atul Has witnessed everything. She genuinely feels for Atul's loss and wanted by his side. Only did not had the courage to face him.

Now, I have one woman psychological issue.

I have a question to all women readers. Normally what a loving woman will do in such a situations? I think, she will wait for her husband to her as early as possible and pray to God that he does not commit nuisance. As she does not have courage to knock Rajat's door, It was expected for Anvita to hide nearby a keep a vigil on Rajat's house. Or be in her own house and spend time like a dead body or at least keep an eye on the scooter in hideout.

I know, she has left her phone in her car and car is parked in marriage venue. She could manage Prithvi for sending the car back.

However she decided to go back to marriage venue and wait anxiously for Atul. My mind is somehow not able to digest. Am I wrong. Women readers, pl give your genuine reply considering yourself in the shoes of Anvita.

Eagerly waiting for.

The issue refers to the ongoing crisis and it would be inappropriate for me to reply. However, I have no problem in others coming up with their view on it, as you are

Eagerly waiting for.

Simply put, it should be titled 'Side effects of premature ejaculation vs. a woman of easy virtue'

LOL

[krish_999]

Update is coming tomorrow.

[krish_999]

Chapter 51

Anvita

Monday was very slow. Anvita woke up early but she stayed in bed and chose to skip morning jog. She was lazy. It was as though life has come to a halt where she no longer was capable to take a step forward.
She had various things to worry about. What perplexed her most was how Atul was pretending as nothing happened. It was unbelievable and ridiculous. It was not like he had forgiven or welcomed her, but rather like he had forgotten it. For Anvita it was incomprehensible and insulting. As if her chastity wasn't worth possessing. Anvita had no right to complain and it killed her every minute.
The only thing she could do was to hope Atul was playing a secret game with her. Perhaps, when the excitement fades away, he will strike. Then.
And at the same time, the thought freaked her out in its own way. Is he planning something bigger? Is he gonna strike when she's unable to take the blow?
 
“I thought Prithvi was my friend. But he was talking to you most of the time, yesterday.”
Anvita said during breakfast.
Atul smiled. “He’s my sweet friend. I like him.”
“What is so sweet about him?”
Anvita persisted, in the hope of knowing the better of his mind.
“You know him better than me, and you can tell yourself why he’s sweet.”
His double-edged reply puzzled her even more.
“I have invited him for lunch, by the way.”
Atul added, and it amused her further.
“Really? When?”
“This weekend. Maybe on Sunday. It will be okay, right?”
Right. Anvita wondered if he was taking things further.
 
Anvita was struggling to focus at work when Ankita phoned her. She was coming back.
"My visa expiration date is coming, Anvi. We're still waiting for renewal as it seems there's a one week delay in the proceedings."
"That's good news!"
"You freak! Sahil isn't coming. But yes, it's a chance to visit mom and dad."
“Only mom and dad?”
“Of course, you too, silly!”
“I can't wait.”
“I'll have two weeks. One week with mom and dad; one week for Sahil's parents. You must join me for the first week. It'll be fun!"
"I'd love to, baby. But I don't think I can take that many days off."
“You are a bad sister.”
“I’ll be with you for the weekends, don’t worry baby.”
Anvita promised.
 
Anvita phoned Atul and he agreed to spend the weekend with the in-laws.
“So we’ll have to cancel our weekend programs, right?”
He asked and Anvita felt he was more concerned about the lunch with Prithvi than anything else. Is it really like this or am I imagining so? She couldn’t tell. She was desperate to know what was in his mind. She thought about seeing Rajat once and quickly corrected herself.
However, Ankita's phone call proved to be a much-needed solace for Anvita as it put a break to her anxieties.
 
Parthiv’s wedding reception was held on Wednesday, at Pradeep's house. It was more of a private ceremony. The number of guests was too less compared to the huge crowd of the wedding ceremony, and Anvita felt a little awkward. She was not expected to be invited for the function which seemed involving intimate friends and family only. She doubted it was Prithvi's idea to invite Atul and her.
 
Anvita had opted for a gorgeous high low dress and Atul, for a dashing blue blazer. They were welcomed by Pradeep and then Parthiv. Parthiv introduced them to his close friends.
 
When Prithvi showed up, his eyes widened admiringly at Anvita and she suddenly felt uncomfortable. He was not a boy. He was a man with a seductive stare and an athletic body. His lean body was still afresh in her memory. So were his manly scent and calculated breathing. As he smiled at her and walked toward her, Anvita's heart began to beat faster and she grabbed Atul's hand like a nervous child. Atul turned to her, surprised. Anvita forced a smile to cover up the embarrassment. Prithvi reached and embraced Atul first and then turned to Anvita. He merely winked at her, before leading them into the house. A pang of disappointment crossed Anvita's mind and she was ashamed when she realised she was actually craving for his attention deep inside her. It was ridiculous.
 
It was the first time Atul and Anvita coming to Prithvi's family house but they were quite familiar with each member of his family. The ladies took Anvita inside the house while Atul joined the men who were sitting at the outer hall. Later, when she came out briefly, Atul was holding a glass. The men had started having their thing. Anvita gestured him to be in his limit.
Atul nodded at her.
“Come, I’ll show you around my house.”
She felt someone touching her hand and she turned to see Prithvi, smiling at her. She looked back at Atul and he nodded again.
“Anvita.”
Prithvi touched her palm again.
“We have a big house; you should know how rich we are.”
Prithvi spoke while walking the stairs.
“Why?”
“After Parthiv, it’s my turn to get married. It’s not me saying this, but everyone else…”
“So?”
“So…”
Prithvi walked into a room. A few children were playing around the bed. One little girl was on the bed, playing on a smartphone. Two boys were checking out the computer. They sought Prithvi its password and he turned them away.
“This’s my room.”
He told Anvita.
“Yeah, I can see that. It’s a mess.”
Anvita snapped.
It was a large bedroom that shrunk into a small one by cramming too many things into it. At one side was the computer and music system.
“This is the maximum effort.”
He quipped.
“You were talking about your marriage.”
Anvita knew he was just making it up. He hardly finished his college.
“Yeah, I was saying…if you know someone who can be a good match for me, then; you know…”
He paused suggestively. Anvita looked up at him.
“You stupid, you want me to find a match for you, don't you?"
“What is wrong in that? What do we have between us?”
He looked at her in the eyes. She saw it as a suggestive gesture. She pushed him away.
“I was your teacher once. Don’t forget that.”
Prithvi laughed, “come, I’ll show you another room.”
He walked in front and Anvita followed him to another room. He held the door open for her and closed it quickly as they were in. There was something odd in his movements.
“This is my dad’s room.”
He said.
It was the same in size but it looked spacious, with everything in place, in neat order.
“I can see that.”
Anvita smiled. Her eyes fell at the neatly arranged bed and an unwanted memory was awakened in her mind. She averted her eyes and walked to the study table.
“I was joking about the marriage thing.”
Prithvi said.
“I know, stupid. You are too young to.”
“Am I?”
Anvita ignored him and picked up a magazine.
“What’s your plan? You should get a job first.”
She turned the pages of magazine casually.
“I think I have one.”
“You think?”
“My uncle in Bangalore says so. I have to attend the interview. It’s ninety-nine per cent confirmed.”
“That’s great.”
“I’ll be leaving, this Monday.”
Anvita looked at him.
“Okay. That’s good. Congratulations!”
She stuck out her right hand. He hesitated.
“Are you happy about it?”
Anvita lowered her hand.
“I am happy. It’s really cool that you found a job this…”
“I’ll be gone.”
His voice was coming from deep. Anvita could see where he was taking it. She laughed.
“It doesn't suit you, Prithvi."
He grabbed her hand.
“Anvita, this will be the last time we see each other like this. We'll never get to be like this.”
He lifted her hand and kissed on the back of her palm. Anvita was awestruck.
“Stop trying to be sentimental. Bangalore is a few hours from here. You are talking like…”
Prithvi moved further and pushed his body against her. Anvita moved back and hit her back against the table. The magazine fell on the floor.
“Anvita… I don’t think I can forget you. I am sorry I don’t mean to trouble you. But I can’t believe that we won’t be seeing any more like…”
“Move away, Prithvi.”
Anvita pushed him away. But he already had his arms around her.
“Anvita”
“What are you doing? People will soon start looking for you.”
“It’s my dad’s room. No one comes here.”
He said, looking into her eyes. Anvita was astonished. She couldn’t believe he was serious. She quickly sent her eyes to the door. It was closed. Bolted from inside. What! Her heartbeats took on a sharp rise.
“So what? Do you want to make out on your dad’s bed?”
“No. not at all.”
Prithvi grinned.
“Then?”
"I just want to spend some time with you.”
“Give me some space.”
She pushed him back again. He held on to her hands this time.
“You are pushing me away. You have no feelings for me?”
“Yes, I have no feelings, my husband is there… outside this room. And I am here, in your hands. I have no feelings.”
“I know I didn’t do well that day. I hurried.”
Anvita was stunned at his remark and she stared at him.
“I didn’t mean to use you for fun. But when we hurried, it ended up like that. I really felt bad after that.”
“Stop this nonsense, Prithvi. Let’s get out of here.”
“We’ll get out of here, of course. But I want to tell you one thing before that. I am going to Bangalore. We won’t be seeing each other like this in future. But it won’t make me stop thinking of you. You will be like a goddess to me. Do you remember when you had… when you had let me kiss your feet? I still dream of doing it again and again. It was special.”
Anvita did not say a word.
“In my dreams, I am your slave. You are my goddess.”
“You are not a slave; you are just crazy.”
Anvita tried to move away and he held her back to the table and kissed her. His lips touched her lips, despite her leaning backwards, and as his body pressed against her, she felt his hardness pressing between her legs. She pulled her hand and slapped across his face, albeit less forcefully.
“Get off me, Prithvi.”
She yelled.
“Anvi.”
Shocked, he moved back this time, rubbing his cheek.
“I am sorry for that. But you are hurting me, Prithvi.”
Anvita blurted.
Prithvi got down to his knees. Anvita watched him in disbelief.
“No. Don’t be sorry. Don’t stop with slapping. I feel happy when you get aggressive with me. You can kick me if you want.”
His dramatic surrender made her puzzle even more.
“You are behaving like a retard, you know that.”
“I don’t know.”
Anvita took a deep breath, looking down.
“I don’t know what to do with you. Help me.”
“Sit on the desk. Allow me to touch and love your feet.”
"No. I don't want you to do that."
"You'll love this. I know that, Anvita."
"No. I won't."
"You're living in denial. I know this more than anyone; you'll enjoy how I worship you."
He touched her feet. Anvita tried to move back and stopped at the desk. Prithvi leaned forward and held at her calves.
“I want to make you feel like a goddess. Treat me like a slave. Let me worship you. That’s all I want; just one more time. This is the last time.”
“Come on!”
Anvita felt helpless and angry. Prithvi's hands were moving up.
“Stop it.”
She shook her legs, trying to free form his grip. Prithvi bent down further and pressed his face into her knees. Her dress moved a little up in the struggle and his lips were touching her bare skin.
“Will you stop this nonsense?”
She jumped on the spot and freed her from his grip. She pushed him forcefully and he fell down on the floor.
“You lose all the respect I have for you. Get out of here.”
She ran to the door and stopped. She waited a moment to compose her and, after seeing him rise to his feet, she opened the door.
 
When she walked down the stairs, alone, Anvita quickly scanned the faces in the lobby for any unusual gestures. There was none. Everyone seemed busy in their own world. Anvita felt stuck in her own too. She walked out and went to Atul. He was in the middle of a small group, apparently engaged everyone in his story. He turned to Anvita when he saw her from a distance, and she smiled at him confidently.
Without even realising it, without even thinking about it, Anvita was checking for signs. Did he expect me to make out with Prithvi? It was a faraway thought, but Anvita was unbelievably hooked onto it.
However, there were no such signs.
Atul introduced her to the group. Anvita acknowledged every one of them. As she smiled at them, a sense of pride began to fill her. She was a showpiece and her husband was proudly putting her on a display. The men looked at her with their widened eyes, and she could say how impressed or even aroused they were. Anvita stood there, deliberately giving them all a chance to stare at her face and body by making her eyes locked into Atul. Without looking directly into anyone, she could feel how they were measuring up her curves with their bare eyes. They too might want to have a piece of you. They too might want to worship you. The thought brought a smile inside her.
 
That night when they went to bed, Anvita wanted him to make love to her. She felt her body warm and she longed for his touch. She wanted him to spread her legs and bury his mouth between them.
Unfortunately, Atul was tired and he fell asleep rather early.
Anvita could not find sleep and she could not believe how aroused she had become. She rolled in bed and put her hand around Atul. She held him close and planted a light kiss on his lips. Despite him smelling booze, the kiss grew longer. She licked his lips and darted her tongue into his mouth, hoping to wake him up.
As the night grew darker and lonelier for her, she found memories of the day cropping up in her mind. She remembered men staring at her. She remembered how they were trying to imprint her figure in their memories. She thought of them fantasizing about her, undressing her in their mind, putting their arms around her and then pushing her against a sturdy desk in a spacious room.
Outside, it had begun to rain. It was becoming heavy now.
Anvita felt cold and she pulled the blanket over her head. Her mind was still stuck in that spacious bedroom; with Prithvi's body pushing against her, with his bulging crotch poking into her. He was very hard. Anvita could feel it even now. Had she not refused, he would have lowered his pants and freed it up.
Anvita was amused that despite having sex with Prithvi twice, she still hadn’t had a clear memory of his penis. She hadn’t seen it. She had never looked at it directly. Perhaps today was the day. Anvita tried to imagine how different he would look from Atul. It made no sense but at the moment she felt thrilled that she was making a comparison. She felt her arousal boiling up to an unpleasant level. It was ridiculous yet happening. Anvita touched between her legs and in no time her hand was crawling inside. She felt her finger over her sensual lips; the sensation was tempting. Prithvi was pushing his erection right there. Had she not opposed him, he would have pulled down her panty. And then it would be only a matter of time before he shoved his erect member inside her, once again. She had done it twice. What difference would it have made if you had done it one more time? All he wanted was to do it for one last time. This time, there was light; there was view; this time she could have simply enjoyed the unobstructed view of him making his way into her. It would have been worth every second; the perfect one last crime.
Anvita felt corrupt. She was corrupt. Her husband was corrupt. The whole world around her was corrupt. Nobody lives an innocent’s life in this world. You should have let him. Then he would have held her dearly, and then would have started fucking her married pussy in a perfect rhythm. Once belonged to a loving husband, her love centre would have welcomed another man’s cock for the third time. And it would have made her fall for it. It would go in, deep in her, making her cry with pleasure. God, help me. Anvita's finger moved faster; in her memory Prithvi was fucking her, pushing her bum against the desk in his dad’s bedroom, and suddenly she felt Atul was watching her through a keyhole.
Shit!
Her finger stopped. Her throat became dry. Her mind was not stopping anywhere. She saw Atul's face; his new friends’ face; and Rajat's face.
And she had a vision of Rajat on top of her, spreading her legs apart, and shoving his dick inside her. She felt her arousal vanishing in a split second and a sense of terror gripped all over her in the next. No! Anvita pulled her hand out of her panty and moved the blanket off her head. She turned to look at Atul's face in panic. He was sleeping. Anvita let out a controlled exhale.
Anvita refused to dream further.
No. Not even in my dream, you pervert! She decided.
 
The rain conquered the whole night. Anvita slept for long and woke up late. The first thing she remembered was her dream. It made her think fondly about Prithvi and scornfully about Rajat. And she also felt ashamed for fantasising the former while her husband was sleeping beside her.
 
Friday, the weather was pleasant and Anvita resumed her morning jog. When she finished, she saw Rajat.
“Good morning, Anvi.”
He smiled at her.
“Why are you here every day in the park? You don’t work out, do you?”
“No. I come for you.”
“What?”
She stared at him.
“I love watching you work out. The more you sweat, the sexier you look.”
Anvita's face reddened. She walked away.
 
Ankita arrived in the evening. Atul and Anvita welcomed her at the airport. Ankita was very emotional. She hugged Anvita and kissed fondly on her cheek.
“I can’t believe you are back. This is so unexpected.”
Anvita said.  
Ankita shook Atul's hand in a very formal way.
“Glad to meet you again, sis-in-law!”
He said.
“Same here, wonderful!”
She smiled brightly.
“You've put on weight. But you look so adorable…”
Anvita pinched her sister’s cheek just as they slipped into the car.
“Yeah, I know. But don’t embarrass me about my weight, I must tell you.”
Ankita warned jovially.
 
Ankita was soon sharing the stories of her long travel, and for Anvita her arrival proved to be a blessing. Whatever stress she had accumulated within a few days suddenly began to ease off. She felt light and lively.
 
Ankita was pleased to see their apartment.
“You've kept it well. I like it. So what's your plan to welcome me?”
“Let's go out for dinner. I have a place in my mind.”
Atul suggested.
They dined at Indian Accent and later watched a film at PVR. Ankita was really happy.
“The wine was so good but it can't beat you, my sweetie!”
She hugged Anvita as they rode back.
“Don't wake me up in the morning, Anvi. I want to sleep until I wake up myself.”
She said when they arrived at home.
 
Anvita was preparing her bed in the additional room. Ankita had borrowed her nightwear.
“I'll have to get some clothes from Sahil's flat before we head home. Don't forget that.”
She reminded Anvita.
“Done.”
Anvita said when she finished making the bed.
“Are you going to make me sleep alone?”
“Shall I ask Atul to give you company?”
Anvita joked.
“I thought I was tipsy. Next time I'll keep an eye over you when we go out.”
Ankita retorted. Anvita laughed.
“I'm going to join you here.”
“Are you sure of that?”
“Yeah, why?”
“Poor Atul. He’ll have to sleep dry for a couple of nights, I guess. I have a lot of bedtime stories to tell you.”
She turned and happened to look straight at Atul's face. She was embarrassed. He was smiling at her.
“It’s just two nights. I’ll catch up later.”
He quipped.
Ankita giggled, “I’ll be gone soon. Don’t make my sister do ridiculous things when I’m gone.”
 
Anvita remembered how her sister had developed an impression of Atul from the first day of her marriage. It was ironic that Atul was probably far from what she believed. However, one thing was agreeable. Atul was far more interesting a person than Sahil. It showed from the way he made Ankita laugh during the dinner. Ankita had literally begged him to spend the week with her at her hometown. She was even ready to cut short her time for parents and stay with Anvita if they were free during weekdays.
"You should be really proud of him, sweetie. You have a husband worth dating."
She commented later, to Anvita.
Ankita was in fact very curious about the bits of secrets of their married life. Saturday night, after meeting their parents, during bedtime Ankita confessed it again.
“I envy you, dear.”
Anvita laughed, “Next time I’ll send him on a date with you.”
“No, no. I can’t handle him. And I am very bad with dating.”
“Bad? Sell this innocence to someone else. Not to me.”
As the talk went deeper and naughtier, Anvita went on to reveal what she gets when her husband is in the ‘right’ mood.
“He goes down on me. And he never stops until I hit my moment. To be honest I'll rate it one the best of all his skills."
"And of all people?"
Ankita asked and they laughed together.
“Well… that means really something. I guess you might want to sneak into his room…”
Ankita teased her.
“Shut up! I’m not that horny.”
Anvita snapped.
 
It was a lie. She was aroused. She was craving for it. Or something unknown. She wanted to go back to Atul and allow him to love her. She wanted him to kiss her from head to toe. She wanted him to undress her and stroke her body. She wanted him to do it again. She wanted him to make her cum again.
“I know I didn’t do well that day. I hurried.”
Prithvi's words came to her mind. She felt an urge to keep thinking of him. It was tempting.
 
“Are you sure of that?”
Ankita giggled.
“Tell me something about Sahil too.”
Anvita demanded.
Ankita looked at her and smiled. “I just wish Sahil was like him.”
 
Though Anvita had laughed off every one of her cheeky remarks about Atul, the banter invariably made her warm.
In fact, it was something Anvita enjoyed a lot. She wanted her sister to be jealous.
 
While growing up, Anvita was the one who happened to be green-eyed. There were various factors that put Ankita at the centre of their world. Being the elder one, she got early attention from every corner. She was also brighter in studies. It wasn't that Anvita was particularly inferior. But she was often the one prone to commit mistakes. And she was always presented with an annoying challenge; to catch up with her elder sister. Anvita's jealousy had peaked by the time she finished her colleges where her teachers knew Ankita very well and expected Anvita just to follow her. She was relieved only when she chose a new college where she was finally taken to a road not travelled by Ankita. It was a new world where she was the sole recipient of admiration and following.
Years after, the competition no more existed. So did the jealousy. But Anvita was still not comfortable to confess the little crimes she had done to her sister: hiding her favourite sandal, damaging her makeup tools, spoiling her best dresses, etc. Sometimes it felt funny enough to confess them all, but other times it felt like shameful enough to hide. Anvita often thought she would speak of it, but it never happened.
Lately, Ankita had been the one confessing to being jealous and it gave Anvita one hope. Out of jealousy, Ankita too could do something stupid. Then I will admit my mischiefs.
 
It was fun in the morning, spending time with family. They were on their way back when Atul mentioned the lunch with Prithvi.
“I had to cancel the lunch. And you know he’s leaving for Bangalore tomorrow. There’s a serious job offer.”
“Yeah, I heard.”
Anvita said coldly.
One last time… Even her thought ended abruptly.
“I think I have been mentioning this lunch to him for a long time. It’s really sad it never happened. He’s mostly gonna stay for long in Bangalore. We won’t see him very soon.”
Atul said.
Anvita wondered if his sadness was merely about lunch. She closed her eyes for one moment and it came back to her again. She remembered how he was pushing his bulging crotch between her legs. She suddenly had an urge to admit herself that the lovemaking with him had been quite exciting despite them being unexpected events. There was a feeling of something being lost, forever. Her heartbeats were on a rise, she could feel it.
And she then remembered how Atul had kissed her on that eventful night a week ago.
She turned to Atul and looked at him for a long moment and said, “We can invite him for dinner tonight.”

 

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[krish_999]

It looks like the next update is going to be slightly longer than usual. I hope day after tomorrow I'll be able to post it.
I hope I'm not asking much. Thanks for the patience, guys.

I think This upcoming night, Atul with bang Ankita and prthivi will do Anvita. Or might Prithivi will fuck Ankita thinking her as Anvita.. And Ankita would think him as Atul.

Another possibilites :-.......
  May same day at dinner shreyas also come for any official reason and while prithvi doing sex with ankita, anvita enjoy sex with shreyas while atul drink alcohol happily in another room with rajat.

Ha ha ha. :) :) :) yr): I liked it.

[krish_999]

Chapter 52

Atul

 

An inspection team of two board members visited Wallzec on Monday. They carried a message to Shreyas and it was nothing good.

The new deal with GLS had opened door to more business for the company. Its brain heads were not going to mess it up. Before the end of the day Atul came face to face with Shreyas twice, but the latter did not utter a single word to him.
 
Atul was having a drink with Rajat in a bar later that evening when Anvita phoned him and told him about Ankita's visa issue. Ankita was coming for a small vacation.
“She’ll stay over the weekend with us. We’ll accompany her on Saturday; let’s spend a couple of days with my parents, okay?”
“Okay.”
Atul agreed.
And it meant one more thing; the dinner with Rajat was not going to happen that week too.
“So we’ll have to cancel our weekend programs, right?”
He asked her.
Rajat's facial expression told him how disappointed he was when he heard the news, but he quickly changed his reaction.
“That’s great. These types of family gatherings are a must, man. Nothing is bigger than the family. Think, how happy Anvita will be to meet her sister and parents. We can move our dinner to next weekend.”
He opined.
 
The inspection at Wallzec lasted two days. Tuesday the team met Atul personally and appreciated him for his good work.
“You did commendable work, young man. We’ve come to know your struggle; there have been attempts to manipulate you,” Mr Anil, the senior among the members, said. “Did you ever felt you were risking too much for this?”
“The risk was actually there. But I had faith. I was not only doing the right thing but also doing it the right way.”
“The fear of losing can make good men give up.”
“Well, it didn’t make me. I’ve always believed I can handle him.”
Mr Anil nodded and shook his hand.
 
Atul phoned Maniesh and thanked him for his support.
“You are a remarkable person, Maniesh. You know how to handle things. I now understand why we had to meet.”
“Did I surprise you?”
“Not much, I know you now. But that was fast. He knew that something’s coming but he couldn’t even blink. What are you gonna do with him?”
“He’ll get his due.”
Maniesh said.
 
The following day Atul worked half-day and left early. Anvita was already home when he arrived. She was getting ready for the reception and she looked stunning in a high low dress. Atul could not look away. Anvita turned to look at him.
“What?”
He moved behind her.
“I know it’s cliché but I don’t mind telling you this again and again that you look so gorgeous. I want to…”
He had her in his arms but she stopped just before he could kiss her.
“No! Don't spoil my face.”
“I won’t, I promise you. It will be a very quick one.”
“I don’t believe you; leave me.”
“What, why?”
She pushed his hands away and then managed to move away.
“You have no control.”
She argued. Atul mocked a sad face.
“This is what I get, despite being the husband. People at the function are going to envy me today; thank God they have no idea what I am going through.”
Anvita laughed.
“Hahaha. They have no idea what you are going to have tonight. Don’t worry.”
 
It was a short banter that they had before heading to the function.
 
The wedding reception was surprisingly simple. Most of the guests were from the family. Others were mostly Parthiv's friends with whom Atul hit it off very quickly.
 
It was already raining when they returned.
“The event was really simple, wasn’t it?”
Atul asked Anvita.
“Yeah, maybe it’s because of rain. They had a lot of problems during the wedding.”
She opined.
 
Atul was tired and he went to bed early. By the time Anvita made it to bed, he had slept. He had a faint memory of her hand around him. She was telling him a story. He smiled and then felt her lips on him. She was kissing him. He wanted to turn to her and kiss her back. But his body didn’t move. He sank back into sleep.
 
The rain had turned heavier and lightning exploded outside the window. Atul woke up feeling thirsty. The sound of heavy pouring made him wonder how one can be thirsty while listening to it. He turned to glance at Anvita and his eyes stuck at something unusual right away. At first, he thought he was dreaming it, but he knew he wasn’t. There were some covert movements under her blanket. It took him just a fraction of a second to grasp what was happening. His mind became alert and amused alike as he, for the first time ever in his life, was witnessing a woman –that too his wife – pleasuring herself.
Initially, all he could notice was the slightest movement visible outside the blanket; the very dim light coming from a fancy timepiece on the showcase at the side of the room was the only source of light. Then he paid more attention – by bringing his breathing to a stop – and he heard her breathing.
Her breathing was as stealthy as it could get, but Atul could still make out how deep she was engrossed in the act of pleasure. She was enjoying it. She was stroking with her hand, plunging her finger into her pussy and she was certainly enjoying it. For one moment he thought she was doing it in her sleep. Her breathing was slow but earnest, and her movements were peaking along with her breathing, but suddenly it all stopped.
Next moment she moved her blanket and Atul pretended dead, if not slept.
The show had come to an end.
The world had come to a still, Atul felt, except for his eyes that he kept rotating all around. He was pondering over who ought to be more embarrassed if they both knew what the other was doing. One was masturbating while the other was watching it secretly. He felt he would be more embarrassed because he was helplessly hard.
Anvita turned to her right and lay in absolute calmness. Atul was doubtful if she got a hint of him watching her. She would hate it, he knew, because when it comes to sex, she was a bit reserved and her inhibitions would make her hate it.
For a moment he regretted unknowingly spoiling her fun and then he was amused at the irony of it.
Getting caught while watching someone masturbating was almost as embarrassing as getting caught doing it, he thought.
A few moments later, her breathing assumed a familiar rhythm, and Atul was sure she had fallen asleep now. The initial amusement had sunk down by now, and Atul remembered the evening banter. They have no idea what you are going to have. He remembered the then look on her face. He remembered her eyes now. He felt guilty now.
He was solely responsible for this. It was his mistake. It was his forgetfulness that made her fight her loneliness by tending herself while lying in bed with her husband.
It was the first time he witnessed something like this from her. And it made him realise one thing: she’s as womanly as anyone whom he had ever known. She too has cravings that need to be satisfied. She too can have dreams.
And he was also disturbed by the thought that it could be sexual frustration that led her into this. He was definitely aware he was not doing enough. But he still hoped she wouldn’t be thinking so because she had never been vocal about that, apart from a remark during the early days of the marriage. It was a long time ago.
To his comfort, Atul remembered Leona’s words about having a fantasy. “What’s wrong in having a little fun?” Atul wondered who could be Anvita fantasising about.
Who did incite lust in her? Someone from the evening function? Someone she saw while returning from work? Someone in her office? Or a celebrity? Me?
Atul was sure he’ll never find out.
 
Friday evening Ankita arrived from Canada.
Atul's thoughts were mostly dominated by various issues from work until that evening. However, the moment he saw her emerging from the arrival gate, he had to let go of his office stuff. Ankita was wearing a loose T-shirt and faded jeans and her hair was tied back in a ponytail. When she smiled at Atul and Anvita her cheeks bulged slightly more than what he remembered. She had gained weight. It was not only her cheeks but all her body. Atul had a tough time not to take notice of what difference she visibly had in the size of her breasts. When the sisters hugged tightly Atul couldn’t take his eyes off the sight of their soft melons grinding against each other. When Ankita turned to him, he aptly grabbed her hand to shake it.
“Glad to meet you again, sis-in-law!”
He said.
He was not going to have a feel of her softness.
 
When he walked around her while putting her luggage in the car he got an eyeful of her ass too. He quickly remembered the fun chat they had once, comparing the size of both the sister’s asses. He was convinced that Ankita would now give tough competition to her sister.
Ankita sat inside the car and untied her hair. She was glancing at him while talking with Anvita and Atul kept his smile as casual as he could.
 
His sister in law was in town. And she looked hotter than ever.
Atul admitted this to himself first and then promised himself that he wouldn’t do anything stupid. Last time when he got some moments with her, he had tasted her lips. “I wouldn’t mind going to bed with you.” She had told him. He would have gone to bed with her, had her husband not returned home in time. The thought still gave Atul a pang of shock.
He was not going to let anything like that happen. He did not want to send even a wrong signal. Anything other than intended shouldn't be perceived. He thought.
 
Ankita was excited to be with them and Atul wasn’t surprised. The sisters bonded throughout the evening. It seemed their childhood had returned. Anvita was consumed by all the fun.
Atul took them to India Accent for dinner. Ankita wore an off-shoulder top and long skirt. Anvita chose a cut shoulder top and jeans.
No matter how much Atul tried, he couldn’t take his mind off his sister in law. Whenever he looked at her lips, he became nervous. He still remembered how they tasted. Both the sisters sat across the table and he was carrying a boner in no time. Weird thoughts were gathering in his mind. He thought of the possibility of going to bed with both the sisters. He thought of them both lying in bed, waiting for him. He thought of his dick getting buried in Ankita's pussy while he licked Anvita's pussy. He thought of Anvita sitting on him, riding his dick, while Ankita sat on his mouth, feeding him from her wet pussy. He thought of kissing Anvita and sucking her saliva from her mouth and then feeding it into her sister’s mouth. Even the thought of them taking their tops off to show off their breasts to him got him hard enough to ache.
He let out a sigh. He grabbed a green chilly from the creatively decorated salad dish and ate it. He wished it worked.
 
Atul was sharing how one of his friends goofed up his recent attempt to woo a woman he met during a birthday party and Ankita laughed her heart out in the end. It was so heartening to see her happy.
 
When Anvita was gone to the washroom, Ankita leaned forward.
“It was you, not your friend in the story. Isn’t it?”
Atul grinned.
“What do you think?”
He asked.
“I think it happened with you, not your friend.”
Atul looked away from her face for a moment before he replied.
“How do you know?”
She laughed.
“I just know.”
“Hello, Atul.”
Atul heard a voice and he slowly turned his head. A girl was smiling at him and it took him a moment to recognise her.
“Don’t tell me you don’t recognise me, please. I’ll be embarrassed.”
“I’ll be embarrassed if I didn’t recognise you, Deepshika,” Atul said. “You surprised me actually. How are you?”
“I am fine.”
Deepshika took a quick glance at Ankita.
“This is Ankita, my sister in law.”
He introduced her and Deepshika simply did not believe it.
“Sister in law!” She laughed. “I can see that.”
Ankita was smirking, amused, already.
“What?”
Atul looked at her.
“She doesn’t believe you, my brother in law.”
Ankita stressed her last words and raised her eyebrows to tease him.
“Not my fault.”
Atul winked at her.
“Well, this is Deepshika. She’s a friend I’ve never gone on a date, unfortunately.”
Ankita's eyes widened. Atul looked up at Deepshika.
“So, are you with someone?”
“With a friend.”
“Didn’t see you at Parthiv's wedding.”
“Did you look for me?”
“Should I have looked for you?”
Her smile blossomed further, as she was at loss for words.
“I…”
“Join us, Deepshika. Wedding’s gone I guess but we have this night.” Ankita interrupted.
“No, thank you. I have to leave. You guys enjoy. See you Atul.”
She began to leave.
“If you can wait a few more seconds I’ll introduce my wife to you.”
“No, thank you. This is enough, I guess.”
Atul was stunned.
When she was gone, Ankita burst into laughter.
“Does she belong to your circle?”
“What circle?”
“Circle of nine.”
She was referring to an old conversation.
“I can see you’ve already assumed a lot of things. All I have to say is…”
“Don’t worry; I won’t say anything to Anvi. You can trust me.”
Ankita interrupted him and leaned back in her chair.
“So how was she? Do you rate your dates?”
Atul was puzzled. She was turning on her flirty self. He spoke after a pause.
“You really think I am sort of a playboy, don’t you?”
“Full mark; for the right guess.”
Atul nodded his head, slowly.
“Mmm…I like the idea of a beautiful woman thinking of me a playboy. It has to make me feel good. But I’d like to be honest with you, for you are my sister in law. I am quite innocent in these types of matters.”
“Let me be honest with you too. No one believes you. No one believes you are my brother in law.”
“That’s not my fault. Deepshika would have believed if she saw my wife.”
“Lucky you, she didn’t see Anvi,” Ankita laughed. “The girl would have lost her sleep.”
“For what?”
“Thinking crazy things about you in a threesome with us.”
Threesome.
For one second Atul thought of the sisters taking off their tops, again.
“Let me tell you another secret.”
“You must be drunk.”
“I am not. Not yet.”
“You must be drunk to believe I’d believe you.”
“You are… I am helpless. I can’t talk with you.”
“I am not questioning you, gentleman. I am okay with whatever you are. My sister is still lucky.”
"What's so funny guys, share with me too!"
Anvita was back.
"Your hubby is funny, dear. I can't stop him."
Ankita said.
 
They watched a film after dinner. It was a romantic one.
"Do you like the film?"
Ankita asked him at the interval.
"Good one, so far. How about you?"
She looked at him in the eye and whispered, "I loved the lovemaking scene."
Atul ended up locking his eyes with her. He couldn't make out whether she was seriously into him or just playing for fun.
When they arrived at home the first thing Atul wanted was to close his eyes and drag one of the sisters to his bed to make love to her no matter who it was.
Unfortunately, he had to sleep alone. Anvita had decided to sleep with her sister. Not for one but two nights. Atul had heard when they were talking about it.
"Poor Atul. He’ll have to sleep dry for a couple of nights, I guess. I have a lot of bedtime stories to tell you.”
Ankita was telling and then turned to look straight at him. Atul didn't fail to catch her embarrassment before a bold smile took over her beautiful face.
Atul smiled, “It’s just two nights. I’ll catch up later.”
Ankita didn't look away.
“I’ll be gone soon. Don’t make my sister do ridiculous things when I’m gone."
She said.
Back in his bed, Atul felt tough to find sleep. He was hard. And he had a tough time to resist stroking himself.
 
The following morning Ankita woke up late.
“Don't you want to see your parents?”
Atul asked.
“I need to get some clothes from my house first.”
Ankita said.
“Atul will drive you. We'll have lunch when you come back and we'll leave straight away.”
Anvita suggested.
“That's cool.”
Ankita agreed.
 
She was smiling from the moment she got inside the car with him.
“You're beaming.”
Atul said after a while.
“Yes, I'm. You know why. Don't you?”
Atul took a moment to reply.
“Yeah, I guess I know.”
“Tell me, why?”
He stole a quick look at her face.
“How's Sahil? You hardly tell us stories of him.”
“He's setting up his own shop there. That's why he didn't come with me.”
“Shop? He's got a job already, didn't he?”
“Yeah, the job is there. This is his dream thing.”
“That's good. What type of shop?”
“Let's have a coffee. Pull over there.”
She pointed him to turn to left. Atul complied.
“What's this sudden need of a coffee?”
He asked as the car stopped.
“You had promised me this one. You forgot?”
She looked at him.
A date.
“Is that it?”
"This is that!"
She pressed his palm and got out of the car. Atul followed her to the cafe. Almost a solitary building, it looked small from outside. However, it was quite another world inside.
“Is it Saturday rush?”
Atul wondered.
“It's a perfect place.”
She said.
He noticed that the customers were mostly couples. Most of the tables were occupied and they took the one they saw first.
“Okay, here we go! We're on a date!”
He quipped.
“It's strange that you've never been here.”
She said.
“It's a new one. I can say that.”
“And it's a new date. So what's your plan?”
She placed her hand over the table and leaned forward, as if to touch him but stopped inches from. She was looking straight into his eyes and he didn't want to look away.
“Plan is not mine.”
He said.
“I'm just doing a side role. You're the main lead.”
She smirked.
“I prefer to be led, in fact.”
“So you have preferences.”
“I have. I'll let you know.”
“When?”
“When it's time.”
“That's okay, but at least tell him what you like to have now.”
Atul gestured to her left. A waiter was standing near the table. Ankita smiled.
“Oh, yes!”
She ordered a cold coffee. Atul chose the same. When it was served, Atul watched her take a sip from the cup and then lick the coffee off her upper lip. 
Suddenly he was conscious of a memory; a memory that brought back the taste of those lips. And the warmth of her body and the scent of her perfume. His conscious effort to avert his eyes could only bring it to her eyes. They were shining.
He smiled. And she smiled too.
“It is indeed a date. I have to admit. You're my sister-in-law, I keep forgetting it.”
“I just love what you said.”
There's only one way to end this.
“If we keep our chemistry like this, I'm sure we both are gonna regret later.”
“If there's one thing that I like the most between us, that's our chemistry.”
“Oh, you using lines on me!”
“Trying to match.”
He leaned back and stared at her for a moment.
“I really doubt your intention of this trip. What type of clothes are you going to get from your house?”
Ankita looked at him amused.
“My clothes. Where else do you think I’ll get my clothes from?”
“Your clothes… Do they still fit on you?”
“Sss...shit! Do you really think I am that fat?”
She made a face.
“Don’t overreact. You look good.”
“Just good?”
His gaze glided down on her body clad in a body-hugging T-shirt and then went back to her face. He made sure his eyes paused playfully at her breasts.
“Yeah, you look good. There's nothing bad.”
She smirked.
“Are you sure? You didn't see everything.”
“What have I left?”
She bit her lips and looked at him suggestively.
“I don't know.”
“Yeah, of course. I didn't see everything.”
"Okay!"
“Do you have something in your mind?”
“No. No.”
She said quickly, before making a face as if remembering something. She leaned forward, placing her elbows on the table.
“I remember someone saying something of me was not up to the mark in terms of size... I don't remember what.”
Atul was amused by how she was bringing back the past into the present. He had once commented Anvita had the plumper ass among the sisters.
"I... I, uh..." he hesitated, "well, I didn't have a close look yet. I can't tell anything."
Suddenly she was shy and at a loss for words. She looked around.
"This is a shop."
Atul smiled, “thank God it is!"
“You're testing me, aren't you?” She licked her lips. "Well, okay. I'm going to the washroom. Do your thing, boy!"
She got up and turned slowly and Atul watched with his eyes bewildered. How she was complying with the hint of a wish from him was making a statement. Ankita walked slowly and Atul's eyes followed the enticing rhythm of her ass. It was a sight to behold, especially because of her long skirt that danced around her thighs. She paused at the end of the aisle to have a look at him before turning to her right. It wasn't before exchanging a naughty smile with him.
Atul remembered sitting behind her scooty once.
It was highly arousing that she was doing this tease in the middle of a crowded café.
 
When she returned from the washroom, he was ready to leave. He asked about her scooty.
“It's in the garage. Oh, I miss riding my scooty!”
She mocked a cry.
Atul laughed.
“Why don't you take it to Canada?”
 
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The house was a mess, with dust spread over everywhere. Luckily they had covered most of the furniture with disproof sheets.
Ankita was excited to be back at her home. She checked every room and kitchen like an excited child.
"We didn’t plan this return. That’s why we didn’t get it cleaned."
She said.
"It’s all dust. So it’s better not to touch anywhere."
Atul advised.
Ankita pulled the sheet off a couch in the hall. It was clean.
"You can sit here. Let me make something for you," Ankita began to walk to the kitchen.
Atul laughed, "oh don't bother. It's all dust, Ankita."
Ankita stopped.
"Yeah, right."
"Go, pack your clothes."
Atul sat on the couch. Ankita stood in front of him.
“What's the hurry? You're my date.”
“I thought it's over.”
“Over?”
“It went well.”
“But you didn't say anything.”
She turned to her right as if to gesture her back.
“It's lovely.”
“Lovely?”
“Hot. Happy?”
It's not good. It's too hot and hence not good.
She glanced at him and suddenly looked stuck.
“Happy.”
It was a whisper. She stood there awkwardly, and he sat there looking up at her face. His eyes moved from her eyes to nose to cheeks to lips. He could see she was getting nervous.
“What happened?”
Atul touched her hand. He shouldn't have made that body touch. She took a step forward and touched his face with the other hand.
“I'm nervous.”
She admitted.
“I can see that.” Atul smirked. “What happened?”
The tone of his voice surprised Atul himself. Her soft palm was feeling over his face. Soon she brought her other hand to cup his face, and she looked deep into his eyes.
“I'm going to go, after this,” she said and bent down. “I don't want to stop myself now.”
Her lips met with his, and she kissed him.
Atul was not going to stop him either. His hands elevated and encircled around her neck and he kissed her.
One kiss and they knew what they wanted.
“Make love to me.”
She whispered.
“Yes," he said and looked around. She held his hand and walked to the bedroom. The bed was covered by a dustproof sheet. There was dust. Everywhere.
"Oh dear."
She sighed.
It was so obvious how much she wanted to have it. Atul was not going to disappoint her this time. Not him either.
He pulled the sheet and the bed was luckily clean. Ankita opened her shelf and pulled some bed sheets and hurried to put it on the bed. She did it all in a hurry, and the sheet lay in wrinkles and creases. But no one cared.
“This will do?”
“More than perfect.”
He quipped.
There was some sense of urgency in their movements as they climbed to the bed.
“Ankita...”
He couldn’t finish his words as she sealed his mouth with a kiss. It was not like the previous one. It was a submission.
 
Suddenly he realised how much he had wanted to do this since he knew of her. She was his wife’s sister. More than that, she was a faithful wife of a man who trusted not only her but also him. Indulging in any sort of physical attachment with this woman who was part of his family would mean throwing away everything he possessed in his life. He had a loving, caring wife. Her beautiful smile should be the only thing that could melt him. If she ever came close to know of this, she would die of heartbreak. He would never be able to forgive himself then.
He knew all of this like writing on the inner wall of his mind and he was subconsciously inching closer to a moment at which he could walk away from Ankita before it’s too late. When they finally parted from each other after their nine-second smooch, they momentarily stared at each other’s eyes. His heart sunk at that moment.
Because at that moment he learnt there was no way he could stop him. There was no way they could stop.
Like a man possessed by an evil power, he pushed her down to the bed and got on top of her and kissed her again. Her mouth was open and he learnt the taste of her saliva right away. It was warm. He sucked her lips and swallowed as if to quench the thirst of his throat. As she was laid on her back, he, kneeling between her parted legs, moved to her chest feeling his face all over her softness. He pulled up the lower edge of her t-shirt to bare her breasts, and with one hand he pulled down her bra cup to free all of her softness. Her milky white breasts and dark brown nipples were quite inviting and it drove him crazy. He sucked them and twisted his tongue around the tits. A few seconds after, she was pulling her t-shirt and throwing her bra aside, all by herself. She had presented her to him. He bent down to suck on her erect nipples one by one. He fondled her softness, and with his finger he drew a map around her soft belly. Soon he had her skirt pulled up to her waist and he caressed along her inner thighs. Her skin was soft and silky. Her breathing was already escalating.
Everything was happening beyond their control.
“Atul...”
She raised her hand and ran it over his face lovingly and he replied with another assault on her lips. He sucked both her lips and swallowed them. He had the weight of his body on her and he pulled down her panty without breaking the kiss. She flinched as he pulled up her thighs and pulled the thin cloth up to her knees, and he got up momentarily to pull it even farther from her body. When it reached her ankle he bit it and freed her legs from it.
"Atul...!”
She was enjoying the sight of him holding the most intimate piece of cloth of her in his mouth, and he smiled at her. With her panty gone he had her legs spread at either side of him and on an impulse, he moved down.
Ankita was taken aback.
“Atul...!”
He had reached down and his mouth had sealed her pussy. She was drenched in wetness. Atul began to lick her and her body quivered in response.
“Oh my God!”
She grabbed his hair and cried as he flipped his tongue inside her.
“No... Please...oh my god... Atul!”
When he looked up, she had transformed into a woman who could do anything for him.
“Please fuck me, Atul. Please...”
She touched his face and her eyes were almost wet.
Atul quickly undid his pants and freed his dick, and before she could really make out what was coming he pushed it inside her.
“Oh my god... Atul...!” She let out a cry and flinched again, before grabbing around his back. She was having it. She was letting him have her. He was halfway inside. He pushed again and she let out another, louder moan.
She was slippery inside and he moved inside with ease.
“Just hold, Atul.” She cried. “God! I want to have this feeling for a second. I can't believe we’re doing this. I feel so good like this…”
She breathed into his mouth before pulling him down and kissing him.
Atul put the weight of his body on her and allowed his lips to merge with hers. He cupped her face and sucked her lips. Consumed them together. She was welcoming his every move. He darted his tongue into her mouth and rolled it all through her gums, dancing around her teeth. Then his tongue met with hers.
She opened her mouth wider to allow him more access. She pushed her tongue into his mouth and he sucked it like a candy. He could feel his dick throbbing inside her. He was all in, and he then began fucking his sister in law.
 
She was a member of his family, with whom he was supposed to interact with all the respect. Her husband had been very friendly to him ever, and he would never have a distant idea of what he was doing with his wife. She was lying under him, with her legs split apart, and he was driving his manhood into her. He was hitting the right spot in a rhythm that was, even to his own surprise, so far unknown to him. Their breathing matched and he leaned further to kiss her deeper, sucking saliva from her mouth.
“You taste like wine, Ankita!” he blurted out.
“Mmm...”
Soon he was up again with his arms supporting his body and drilling her passionately. Her breasts danced with each of his push. Traces of pain and pleasure kept flickering in her eyes.
“Oh my god... Atul...” She cried.
“Ankita...” his reply was like a yell. He increased the pace as he prepared himself to shoot.
“Atul… Don't...”
She sensed it and tried to push him away.
“I know,” he hurriedly pushed a couple of times and pulled out. White stream of cum fell on her lower belly; some fell over her skirt too.
“Aaah...” he held his stick straight and jerked it to finish. He breathed with his mouth open. Ankita sighed with relief.
"Sorry I panicked” She apologised.
“I won’t get you ruined," he grabbed her panty and wiped his spill off her. She sat up.
“I want to be ruined.” She spoke shyly and took his dick in her hand. She leaned forward and took him in her mouth. She licked him clean. There was an adorable smile on her face when she finished it.
He was up again in just a matter of seconds. “O, my God! You are a wonder. “
He pushed her back into the bed and shoved him into her. This time she welcomed him with a smile. She wanted more of him. Her eyes were wide and filled with ecstasy. He lay on top of her and arrested her in a tight embrace. He bit her luscious lips with utmost hunger and started fucking her with intent, forceful thrusts. Her body shook with each piercing and she moaned into his mouth. They were sharing their breath.
“You are killing me…”
She cried.
“You like it?”
He asked and she moaned helplessly. There was nothing more she could do.
A couple of minutes later he was there, yet again. Her eyes were closed, and he pulled out to present the yield of his manliness around her love hole. She panted faster than him, and he felt she was left wanting more of him. He cleaned his jizz off her and then he moved forward to guide his dick into her mouth. She sucked him without a hint of hesitation and he held her head to slowly move his dick in and out of her mouth. She had surrendered to him and her submissiveness proved much more than he could handle. Not even his dreams were so crazy. And she still deserved more. She had him ready in a minute. He pulled her legs up for the third time and thrust in. She merely lay still with an enticing smile.
“Go slow,” she whispered. “I want to enjoy you."
She ran her fingers across his face. She was lovely. All she wanted not was love, he felt. It was scary as well as hot. His dick throbbed inside her and he loved her slowly this time. Her arms and legs made a circle around him and locked him. He watched her eyes becoming dizzy and she began to pant. Her chest was moving up and down as the pleasure of orgasm swept over her.
“Atul...huh...aaah...”
She cried and arched up against her chest before collapsing with a mighty shudder. She turned her face to left and grabbed him tightly.
“Oh my god... aaah...”
It was a delight to witness a woman finding her orgasm. He was proud and he forgot who he was.
“Ankita....”
“Finish me... Atul... please...” She begged.
He was holding back to hear from her. Nothing more he wanted to hear. This time he went faster again and he could now feel how filled she had suddenly become. He upped his pace and force toward the finish and then shot his load inside her. He let out a groan.
“Aaah…”
“Atul...”
She cried as he hissed and held his dick buried deep into her and he felt small bursts of his cum spurting inside her. He was feeding his sperm into her. He was impregnating his wife’s sister. He was helplessly out of control. Only when he finished, when he came back to his senses, he could realize his fall.
He hurriedly moved away and sat up.
“What have I done, Ankita?”
“It's okay; I'll handle it." She assured him.
He saw tears in her eyes.
“But you're crying...”
She laughed.
“What does my sister do, when you make her cum like this?”
The words had come out of her mouth; it hit him like a jolt, and she regretted it the next moment.
Anvita!
“Oh my God! What have we done?”
He shook his head once and then tried to laugh.
“Fuck it! There's nothing we could do now, right?”
Ankita touched his face, her eyes still wet.
“I didn't mean to hurt you Atul. This is not your fault.”
“It's not about hurting anyone, Ankita. I'm actually happy that... that you are happy.”
“Are you?”
She looked at him in surprise.
“Yeah, but I have to feel for Anvi. I'm such a... Well, uhh...”
He couldn't speak. There was something else was dominating his mind. It was unbelievable. He had gifted Ankita an orgasm. It was perfect.
She smiled at him.
“I'm here to take all the blame. I don't know how else I can tell you this. It happened because I wanted to do it.”
She was sitting up, her body still naked. Atul's eyes slid down and she suddenly realised it.
“Oh, I'm sorry.”
She grabbed her T-shirt and put it to her chest shyly, hiding her breasts.
Atul laughed.
“What the...! Now?”
“I'm sorry, you're my brother-in-law, I shouldn't forget.”
She quipped and got up to her feet. She was back to being a loyal wife of a loving husband as if nothing happened.
 
They got ready soon. Atul sat in the hall while Ankita packed her clothes in a bag.
And then, they were on their way back.
 
They remained silent throughout the drive. She stopped the car in front of a pharmacy though. 
As the car was pulled into the parking of his apartment complex, Ankita turned to him.
“Thank you.”
“Thank you, for what?”
“Thank you for what you did there. It was so good.”
“You don't have to say this.”
“I have to because I can't tell you this after this moment. Not even a reference.”
It was a promise.
 
There was remorse. There was a sense of loss. There was fear. But Atul's mind was still calm for one thing.
It was the realisation that he could satisfy a woman in bed. Ankita was so happy, so filled, so impressed, that she would go to bed with him if he wanted it.
But he wouldn't.
Ankita was given what she had been seeking for long. And with that, Atul had learnt the skill; a skill to satisfy his wife.
 
When he walked into his house he pulled Anvita aside at the first opportunity and kissed her. He kissed her madly and ate her lips feverishly. He was hard in his pants. He wanted to push her to the bed and mate with her right away. However, Anvita pushed him away and ran away from him.
“My sister is here. Don't forget that!”
She warned him.
 
That night, at Anvita's hometown, he went to sleep alone. He was made to, as the sisters decided to sleep together. Atul couldn't help but pull out his dick and stroke hard.
And in his mind, he was taking Anvita to bed. He imagined her crying with pleasure like Ankita as he fucked her deeper and harder. He thought of ejaculating many times without giving up and finally taking her to a mind-blowing orgasm.
It was too good, even in a fantasy.
 
It was fun in the morning, spending time with family. Ankita stayed back with parents while Atul and Anvita left in the afternoon. They were halfway back when Atul mentioned the conversation he had with Prithvi in the morning.
“I had to cancel the lunch. And you know he’s leaving for Bangalore tomorrow. There’s a serious job offer.”
“Yeah, I heard.”
Anvita said.
“I think I have been mentioning this lunch to him for a long time. It’s really sad it never happened. He’s mostly gonna stay for long in Bangalore. We won’t see him very soon.”
Atul said.
“We can invite him for dinner tonight.”
She suggested after a while.
That was a good idea. Atul stopped the car and phoned Prithvi. He readily agreed to come.

Anvita was happy. All Atul wanted was to see her happy.
He was getting excited. His life was going to change.
From tonight, she will never have to sleep alone and pleasure herself. He thought. I can make her happy. Apparently, he had mastered a trick. 
At least he believed so.
 
 

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I'm working on it.
I'll be there in a couple of days.

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Krish_99... its ur Thread... u can write whenever u want... but as a fan of urs im saying....  the Updates nd the Contents in those u gave in last 4 or 5 Updates as Krish_99 u need not  spend 3 days+ to write each Update .... dont kno wht going on in uu... r u working on ny Next Story....??

I understand your concern buddy. I have mentioned this already. The story is nearing its last phase. Writing in this phase is far more time consuming because each dialogue your character says can be a reference to past episode/events. I have to go back and forth many times to avoid loopholes. Otherwise, the story will fall apart. I know how much you guys are waiting for the story but I can't compromise on quality. I have faced the same issue with my 'Knowing...' series as well, but honestly, I feel I am more prepared to handle the ending of NODS.
Thank you for the comments, for all. I come here often to see if anybody has commented, even when I am not ready with the story. Sometimes I see nobody has made any new comments, and it sometimes disappoints me; exactly like I make you by not posting my story post. The waiting game is a must-play game in here, in xossipy.
I hope you understand. I will try my best.
I think the next update will come on the day after tomorrow.
Until then, Keep reading and keep posting.
Krish

NB: No, I am not working on my next story. In fact, I am not even reading any other story for the fear of it will affect my writing style and it may take away my writing time.

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When can we expect an update Krish??
We are missing your writings Badly..

Update is coming tomorrow.

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Guys, I am so sorry. I don't think I can make it tonight. There is no point in giving false hope. I will post the update tomorrow.

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Chapter 53

Anvita

 

Anvita was stepping out of the lift, and her eyes fell directly on Rajat's face. He smiled, before taking a glance at her from head to toes, and then turned to Atul.
“Looks like somebody’s coming for dinner.”
He had certainly noticed the grocery bags Atul was carrying in his hands.
“Yeah, somebody’s coming.”
Atul shook his head, and Anvita quickly added, "My cousin is coming for dinner. How’s Pooja?”
Rajat turned to her, visibly pleased to see her talking to him willingly.
“Very soon. Next week, maybe.”
Anvita didn’t believe it.
 
As they walked into the house Atul asked her why she lied. Anvita laughed it off.
“He lies to us about Pooja all the time. Next week, next week, how many weeks are gone by?”
Atul stared at her, amused, for a moment.
“Oh, my bag!” Anvita remembered as soon as she walked into her room. “I forgot it in the car. Will you bring it for me?”
“I will do that, but let me do something else for you now.”
Atul said and pulled her closer to take her in his arms, right away. He began to kiss her but she stopped him.
“We are already late, Atul. I must prepare dinner in time.”
Atul was disappointed. Anvita smiled.
“What happened to you?”
“I want to express my love, baby. That’s all.”
“Really?” Anvita flushed, “or you want to make it?”
“Both are the same thing.”
“But not now.”
Anvita pushed him away.
They had a guest for dinner.
 
Anvita was in the kitchen when Prithvi arrived. She heard the doorbell ringing once and her heart began to beat faster. It was a fact that she was excited about the dinner. She was waiting to see how Atul was going to behave in Prithvi's presence. She was trying to visualise the dinner and Atul's reaction during it. She hoped she could get to know what was in his mind.
 But the moment Prithvi's arrival became a reality Anvita understood what risk she was blithely taking. Her thoughts were too self-centred that until then she hadn’t thought about what Prithvi was going to assume from Atul's behaviour. What if Atul admitted this dinner as a date for her? What if Atul was even ready to accept him as more than a date? Anvita's excitement gave way to fear in no time as questions began to pop into her mind. What if Rajat was spot on about Atul? The thought gave her chills. Even a gesture from Atul that conveyed his passiveness to Prithvi's sexual advance would break all the hell loose.
Anvita felt she shouldn’t have suggested the dinner.
 
Atul had welcomed in Prithvi. Anvita took her time to regain her composure before she walked out to greet him.
“Hey, Prithvi.”
Prithvi's face lit up as she showed up, and he got up from his seat.
“Hello, Anvita.”
His respectful expression took her by surprise. It was exactly how a student was expected to greet his former teacher. Perhaps the presence of her husband got him to do this, Anvita thought. She felt a sense of relief filling her mind that he was just a student and a friend before a small chill went through her. Twice. He fucked me twice in my bed. Anvita swallowed.
“Sit down, Prithvi. You are embarrassing yourself.”
She said.
“He’s paying respect to his teacher. You should acknowledge that.”
Atul smiled at them both. The cocky tone of his voice and the smile did not go unnoticed by Anvita's wary eyes. He definitely knows Prithvi is not just a student.
“She was very strict in our class; I used to get nervous in front of her. I got the same feeling now." Prithvi smiled and sat down. "We are seeing so long after, aren’t we?”
He’s acting so well. Anvita admitted.
“After so long?” Atul wondered. “The wedding was last week; you can’t forget that, can you?”
Anvita was stunned. The wedding. It was a reference to what they did at the wedding.
The wedding. The wedding eve. The bed. The shaking of the bed. The darkness. It was unforgettable, indeed.
"I…I’ll bring something to drink.”
Anvita mumbled and turned on her heel. She felt weaker than never before as she walked to the kitchen.
“And change your clothes too, honey. You have a guest in the house.”
She heard Atul's voice behind her. Her heartbeats escalated further.
You! He said you have a guest.
He wants you to dress up for your guest.
He wants you to please your guest.
 
Anvita stopped in the kitchen and rubbed her forehead with both hands. Her head was hot. She couldn’t understand what was happening. Perhaps she knew what was happening, but she was not yet ready to admit it was happening.
 
Atul was throwing hints around her. And he was having fun doing that. He’s taunting us both with the references, making us go back to it, to the memory of what we did.
Anvita felt weak. She was not sure whether it was Atul or herself who was pushing her into a trap.
 
Atul! Why are you doing this to me? Why don’t you speak your mind? Is it how you are punishing me? By bringing me down to this image of a degraded woman? Are you trying to make me see it myself what I have become?
 
But it was not a punishment. Anvita knew somehow. He’s labouring to hide the truth. He’s playing a safe game. All he wants you to do is to dress up for his guest and tease him little. Then after Prithvi is gone, he might make love to me.
Anvita remembered Rajat's words.
“When I am gone after the night, he might think of me having sex with you.”
For a moment Anvita wished he was right.
 
Anvita went to her room and selected a bright yellow dress from the shelf. It was one of Atul's favourites. It will impress his friend too. She looked at her reflection in the mirror. Her printed top had gotten dirty from the kitchen work. Yes, he was right. This is not what your guest deserves to see.
Anvita hurriedly swapped her top and pyjama for the dress. She spent two minutes in front of her dressing table, doing a quick touch here and one there, ensuring she looked elegant self. She tied her hair neatly behind her head before she walked out.
 
When she finally made to the hall with a tray of soft drinks in her hands, she was aware of the wide eyes on her. She was expecting it, yet she felt nervous. Not because of them staring at her, but because she was aware of the fact that Atul was manipulating her to be willingly stared at by Prithvi. Anvita smiled at Atul and he smiled back as if everything was normal.
He too is acting so well. She admitted.
 
"Okay now?"
Anvita looked at Atul while placing the tray on the centre table.
As she bent forward she consciously made an effort not to bend toward Prithvi. She then quickly thought she should have. She looked up at Atul. He was rather ignorant of such things. His confidence actually amused her. His eyes were devoid of any nervousness or fear that Anvita was breathing per moment, as his response was merely an encouraging nod at her.
He then proceeded to take a glass from the tray and passed it to Prithvi.
"I had given up on the lunch," Atul was saying. "Then Anvi suggested this dinner. She has special care for you."
He was not nervous about his wife sitting together with a man who had fucked her in his marital bed. He was not hiding away from the truth. He was, in fact, referring to it every now and then, taking pleasure from it, encouraging her to play the sport.
Perhaps I should also behave like him, nonchalantly.
 
Anvita sat on the couch opposite Prithvi and joined the chat. Later Atul suggested wine and he went to the kitchen to bring a bottle. Anvita didn't protest, knowing that Atul wouldn't listen.
She smiled at Prithvi.
“What time is your flight?”
“Evening, around six o’clock.”
“So, ready to go?”
Prithvi hesitated. He threw a glance toward the kitchen to see if Atul was coming back.
“Can you sit here, with me?”
He gestured to the couch next to him. Anvita was amused.
“You are not giving up?”
“Please."
Anvita waited for a moment and shifted to the couch next to him. Prithvi quickly grabbed her hand and kissed on it.
“Thank you.”
Anvita was shocked at his sudden response. She pulled back her hand.
“Are you angry with me?”
He asked softly.
“For this?”
“No. I mean, I am sorry I misbehaved with you that day. I…”
“It’s okay.”
“I was really sad and hopeless when I got that moment, I went crazy. You know how much I'm fond of you.”
“It’s okay. I told you. Now shut up.”
Anvita said hastily. Prithvi smiled and placed his palm over hers again.
“Don’t!”
Anvita protested this time. “You’ll get me killed.”
She got up and shifted back to her earlier seat.
Atul brought the wine bottle and filled three glasses.
Soon he held up his wine glass for a toast.
“This dinner, this wine is for Prithvi on the occasion of his first ever job," he said. “May God help him find a lot of jobs like this.”
“What are you saying, Atul?”
Anvita interrupted.
“Let me finish, babe.”
Atul smiled at her and went on, "may he find a lot of jobs that will eventually help him chase and get what he truly dreams about. The perfect job.”
“Oh, that’s cool.”
Anvita laughed.
Prithvi raised his glass and thanked them both.
 
The conversation was mostly about trivial things. Anvita was, however, unable to join them despite trying. She was watching Atul with vigilant eyes. She kept looking for clues, with a sense of caution.
Prithvi was talking about his uncle in Bangalore.
“My uncle’s son and I were very close. We still are but he’s in the US. So my uncle always invites me to spend the vacation with him. He owns an apartment almost like this, on the fourth floor. It’s fun there, with a lot of friendly neighbours and all. I have promised him I’ll stay with him for two months. After that, I’ll see other options.”
“That’s good. Bangalore is an awesome city.”
Atul was saying.
“He was in Bangalore for three years. He…”
Anvita began to say and Prithvi looked at her.
“Yeah. I know. He had told me.”
“Oh, you know very much about him, don’t you?”
“Not everything, but I know about his college days and I know how he fell in love with someone, and other things.”
Prithvi spoke jovially.
Anvita looked at Atul.
“Well, that’s great information you’ve shared with him about me. How about him? What do you know about him? Share with me too.”
Anvita thought Atul would become nervous to talk about Prithvi while looking into her eyes. Only if he cares.
“Well, not much. But I know he’s looking for a girlfriend.”
There was hardly any odd note in his voice and the words actually caught Anvita off guard.
“Wh…what?”
She looked at Prithvi and Atul alternatively. She could not face Atul for long. She was getting frustrated.
Atul went on.
“Staying with uncle is.. well, it’s a debatable choice. It’s more like your parents deploying a GPS on you. You know what I mean…”
Prithvi smiled.
“Definitely.”
“I don’t think you are there without a reason. There must be someone special in your uncle’s neighbourhood you wanna befriend, right?”
Prithvi threw a glance at Anvita before replying.
“No, there is nothing like that.”
“There is nothing wrong buddy. You don’t have to hide anything from me.”
“I swear I don’t.”
“Tell him Prithvi. You can’t hide anything from him. He is good at finding out people’s secrets. I can tell you that.”
Anvita said, and she made sure she didn’t look at Atul as she spoke. She was sure it would reach deeper into his heart.
“No, I swear. I don’t do plans to befriend anyone. I prefer it to happen naturally.”
“You swear? You swear on this?”
Atul laughed. 
Anvita looked at him. “He swore. I think that’s enough for me.”
“You know nothing about him, dear.”
“Why torturing him? Maybe he’s not that type of guy.” She said.
“Wow.” Atul mocked a clap. “You are the right one to tell me this.”
Anvita's heart skipped a beat. She was tense, in a second.
“You have no idea about him,” Atul said again.
“Come one, Atul…” Prithvi raised his hand, trying to draw his attention, trying to stop him.
“What… what are you saying?” Anvita asked, her eyes shuttling between the men.
“He’s the ultimate lover stuff. You have no idea.”
“Come on Atul...“ Prithvi said.
Anvita was now growing curious.
“Shut up Prithvi. Atul, you tell me this. What are you saying?”
“Do you wanna know who his girl was?”
“Please Atul. Leave it. Let’s talk something else.” Prithvi said.
Atul laughed.
“Let’s talk about something else, but later.”
Anvita was bemused.
“I don’t understand anything. Will you tell me or not?
Atul looked at her.
“This gentleman had come to me one day. He said he had fallen for a woman, head over heels. He wanted my help to impress her. Do you have any idea who the woman was? It was none other than you!”
Prithvi looked at Anvita helplessly.
“I didn’t know you were his wife, I swear.”
He said.
“Yeah, he didn’t know. But he wanted to date you. Very seriously. He wanted to make you his girlfriend and I don’t know what dreams he had about you.”
Atul declared further.
 
Prithvi was visibly embarrassed.
Apparently not for Atul's revelations but for the assumption that he was causing Anvita huge embarrassment in front of her husband.
“You know what did he tell me? “
Atul went on.
“He wanted to hold your hand and keep looking into your eyes watching you smile. He wanted to hug you.”
Anvita was speechless at the revelations. But you know he has done more than that.
“I am so sorry.”
Prithvi said in the end.
“Why sorry dude? You are embarrassing yourself. Show some guts, face yourself, buddy.”
Atul teased him further.
“When I found my mistake I was too shy to face him but then I apologised to him."
Prithvi confessed. Atul shook his head.
“Since then I wanted to invite him for lunch. I wanted to see his face when I spilt the beans. Look at him now. Exactly as I thought.”
Atul was laughing honestly.
Anvita wondered how he was putting up such a brilliant performance. He was either a master of acting or a man whose ego was destroyed by unforgivable betrayal. Anvita chose to believe the former for her own comfort, but her mind was racing. Where is he taking it? Isn't he deliberately trying to reveal Prithvi's crush for her? She thought Atul was trying to push them closer than they pretend. Closer.
Perhaps he wants us a breath away from each other.
So close. And intimate too.
 
When Atul refilled Prithvi's glass, Anvita warned him.
“Careful, Atul. Prithvi shouldn’t be drinking too much. He needs to ride his bike to return home.”
“This is just wine, honey," Atul said. “Who gets drunk by wine?”
“I do.”
Anvita quipped.
“Really, do you?”
“Yeah, you never noticed?”
"Last time you did, I think you had finished a full bottle by yourself.”
“Ha ha very funny.”
Atul passed the glass to Prithvi and he readily took it.
“I’ll be alright, Anvita. Don’t worry.”
He assured her.
 
The chat continued between the men and Anvita wished she could divert her mind from her inner thoughts and warnings.
 
She grabbed the TV remote and turned the TV on.
The headlines were playing. One of the news showed a politician’s feet were repeatedly touched by his adulating followers. Quickly it became a subject for them.
“What nonsense! This man is a moron and he’s still got these men who touch his feet like they get something from it.”
“They love him. I think that’s okay.”
Anvita commented.
“Look at that man. He doesn’t even care who’s touching his feet.”
“Yeah, that’s true,” Prithvi said. “Otherwise it’s okay to touch his feet, not only to touch but it’s even cool to bend down and kiss his feet. Isn’t it?”
He was talking very naturally but Anvita knew he was referring to something else. She stole a quick glance at him, and he was smiling at her. She hated him for that.
“You can’t be serious.”
Atul said.
“No. I am serious.”
Prithvi replied.
Atul laughed. “Then you are exaggerating, nobody’s gonna kiss his feet.”
“Maybe not him. But for someone who’s very lovable, it’s just a way to show the depth of love and affection.”
“Really?”
Anvita had changed the channel already but the conversation didn’t move off the topic.
“Why not? The foot is actually like one’s hand. It’s just a body part. Both the hands and legs are collectively called limbs. I have no problem to touch my feet as I keep it very clean. Same goes with other’s foot too.”
“Touching is one thing. But kissing is another.”
Atul argued.
Both the men were discussing trivial things, just for fun. But Anvita was not having fun sitting by them. She was looking at her own feet.
Her dress ended well above her calves. She was aware of Prithvi's fetish for her feet. She suddenly wanted to hide it from his view.
“Kissing is another thing. But it depends on who the person is. If you are close enough to hold someone’s palm passionately, then you can touch that person’s feet with the same level of emotion. What I am saying is, there is not much difference between palm and foot when it’s about showing love and respect.”
“You seem to know a thing about it. But I still disagree. I have no problem to touch, I mean to kiss and even lick Anvita's palm. But I don’t think I’d do the same with her feet.”
Prithvi stared at him and then at Anvita.
“That’s very bad, then.”
His disapproval caught Atul by surprise.
“Come on, Prithvi. You must be kidding. Do you expect me to lick her feet?”
Prithvi tilted his head, affirmatively.
“I think you should do that. She’s got very beautiful feet. I mean, look at them. They look flawless. What’s wrong in showing the love it deserves?”
Anvita interrupted them.
“Come on guys. I don’t want anyone to lick my feet.”
She was beginning to wonder who was actually leading the conversation. It should be Prithvi but he wouldn’t dare to do that himself. He can’t be so clever. It could be Atul but it was impossible because he does not really know what he was talking about.
“This is crazy stuff.”
Atul said, still amused by Prithvi's suggestion.
“This is not. You are underutilising her beauty. You know that I like Anvita ma’am very much. That’s why I am telling you this. I mean, I think anybody would love to do it.”
Anvita's heart was beating faster now. She wanted to get up and stop the conversation. But she couldn’t.
“Okay, let’s take it like this.”
Atul said.
“What you would do if you were in my place? What are you suggesting?”
“Come on, Atul. Stop it. I don’t want you to lick my feet. I really…”
Anvita began to say and Prithvi interrupted her.
“If I were in your place, I...I would love to do it. I mean, yes!”
“You can lick her feet? How long?”
Prithvi shrugged.
“I mean… I can do it… until she says enough!”
“This is ridiculous, guys. Stop it. Somebody listen to me.”
Anvita said. Atul held up his hand.
“Okay, then. Anvi, listen to me. Let him show it. I wanna see how he does it.”
Anvita was stunned.
“What!”
“He’s your great fan here. Let him lick your feet.”
Atul declared.
Anvita thought this whole thing, this whole conversation between her husband and Prithvi was a setup. They both are in a deal. A deal to make me do ridiculous things. Anvita stared at Atul for long and spoke.
“I am not gonna let anyone do…”
“Come on Anvi. It’s going to be fun. Just sit tight.”
Atul said and looked at Prithvi.
“Are you ready?”
Prithvi was nonchalant.
“Of course, why not? But only if she permits.”
He looked at Anvita. She was already scanning him for clues to prove her apprehensions.
For her, she already knew he would lick her feet. Whatever he said to Atul was right. He could lick her feet like he wanted to consume it. Anvita still remembered how he had done it a month ago. She was sure he would love to do it again.
But she was not going to let him do it this time.
“No, I don’t want to do it. I don’t want your love.”
She placed her drink on the centre table.
“I am going to the kitchen. I have a little work there.”
“Come on, Anvi. He’s your fan. He wants to have a taste of your feet. Let him. Just for once. It’s a request from me. Won’t you listen?”
Atul said. Anvita stared at him.
Is he luring me to something else?
First, he wanted her to dress up for him. Then he said Prithvi wanted to date her. Now he wanted her to allow him to lick her feet. He was now allowing the body touch, right in front of his eyes. He’s just trying to break the ice. Or it’s a test. Perhaps he wants to see how far I can go.
“No.”
Anvita shook her head.
“It’s a really bad idea. How is he gonna lick my feet? He’s joking!”
No, he isn’t. He’ll do that. And he’s very good at that. She knew.
Anvita looked at Prithvi and ended up staring at him for long.
“Come and sit down here. Let me show you.”
Prithvi said.
“Please Anvi. It’s going to be fun. Let him have his wish.”
“This is not his wish, this is your stubbornness.”
Anvita blurted and rose to her feet. She took her wine glass and finished it in one sip.
“I can’t believe I am listening to you morons.”
She walked slowly around the centre table and sat on the couch next to Prithvi.
“Come on, you pervert. Do your thing. Prove your manhood.”
“This is not manhood. This is devotion.”
Atul corrected her.
Prithvi got up and knelt down in front of her.
“Which foot?”
He turned to Atul.
“Both.”
Atul said.
Anvita could see his excitement.
She felt Prithvi's hand on her feet. He lifted them both to hold them somewhat straight, and Anvita adjusted her dress to avoid exposing her legs more than wanted. Suddenly she was aware of her bare leg being touched by someone else in the presence of her husband. Her heartbeats took a leap. It was happening.
 
 
Prithvi bent down slightly and kissed on her feet one by one.
“I told you; see how beautiful your legs are.”
He looked up.
“Feet.”
Anvita blurted, shyly.
Prithvi smiled at her.
“Both.”
 
His face went down further and Anvita looked at Atul. He was watching her. He smiled at her and raised his eyebrows, gesturing how she was feeling. Anvita bit her lips. She looked away for a second, shyly, and then smiled at him. Atul gestured at her again, asking the same thing, and she blossomed into another smile and then started giggling.
“You are tickling me, Prithvi.”
Prithvi's had started licking around her foot. His tongue moved from the toes to the ankle while slowly caressing under her heel. He pushed her toes into his mouth and sucked them. His tongue darted between the toes, making Anvita hiss. Prithvi lifted her foot further and licked beneath it.
He was not merely licking; he was expressing his love for it. He was rubbing his lips and even eyes on them. He was worshipping it.
 
In ten minutes he made sure her feet were drenched in his saliva though it dried out quickly.
“Do my feet taste good?”
Anvita asked him, innocently. She was embarrassed at the change in her voice. She was aroused. She prayed Atul didn’t notice.
Prithvi looked up and smiled.
“You taste amazing.”
Anvita felt shy. He knows how I taste. Fuck.
 She turned to Atul.
“My feet are clean now, will you tell him to stop?”
“You’ve left me speechless, buddy. I must admit.”
Atul said. He was genuinely living the surprise of his life.
Prithvi got up.
“Did you enjoy it?”
He asked Anvita. She forced a laugh out of embarrassment. She knew everyone knew how much she had enjoyed it.
“Say!”
Prithvi said again.
“Yeah. Yes. It was really special. Let me wash my feet first.”
She said and got up and hurried to the washroom without waiting to see Atul's reaction. She felt her body light. She thought she was wet, somewhere.
 
It was drizzling while they had dinner. Prithvi liked Anvita's cooking and he thanked them for the dinner.
“I thought I was gonna miss this. But you guys made it possible.”
He commented.
By the time dinner was over, the rain had turned into heavy pouring.
“It’s not going to stop tonight. It is like this every night.”
Atul said.
“How are you gonna ride your bike in this rain?” Anvita worried. “You should drop him home, Atul.”
“No, I am okay. I am quite familiar with riding in the rain.”
Prithvi said.
“No, we can’t let you do that. You are leaving for Bangalore tomorrow and I don’t want your dad to blame us when you catch the fever. Atul will drop you home; that’s it.”
“I suggest you stay over,” Atul said. “Why should you leave now? You can leave in the morning.”
Prithvi turned to him.
“I’ll have to tell day, first.”
Anvita's mind had begun to alarm. But it was not in her hands. She watched silently as Prithvi phoned his dad and got his permission in two seconds.
“Okay, I’ll stay.”
Prithvi said.
“See, problem solved.”
Atul snapped.
Anvita was already walking to the kitchen.
 
She was doing the dish when Prithvi sneakily walked behind her.
“Anvita...”
He moved behind her and his arms went around her. Anvita was startled.
“What are you doing? Get off me!”
Her voice was low, filled with caution.
“He's not here.”
Prithvi said. “He went down to take something from the car.”
Anvita was stunned.
What! Her heart skipped a beat. Did he just leave me alone with Prithvi?
Prithvi had his arms around her and he turned her to face him.
“I hope you won't push me down on the floor now.”
He whispered and kissed her. Anvita stood there, unsure of how to respond. Her head was spinning. He left me here for this!
Prithvi moved forward and pressed his body against her. Anvita was losing grip over herself. Her lips had parted. And in no time, her hands moved behind his head and she kissed him back.
Everything was happening in a flash. Their tongues were dancing together. His hands moved around her body, feeling over her dress, feeling her softness and curves.
“Anvita...”
His soft voice was now lustful. He broke the long kiss and smiled in a hurry.
“Oh my God! You are heavenly...”
Anvita could merely blush.
Prithvi's face lowered, this time he went for her neck. Anvita's breathing escalated; she made no attempt to stop him. There was no need to. Her husband had granted her a gift. He knows what is happening here. Perhaps he's gonna peak into the bedroom while I made love to his friend.
Prithvi's placed his right hand across her cleavage and his palm wormed inside her dress. He kissed her on the lips again and Anvita felt his hand slowly moving inside her bra, feeling all of her softness. Soon his fingers were touching her tit. He grabbed it with two fingers and Anvita let out a soft moan, into his mouth. He sealed her mouth again and his palm pressed further, taking hold of the whole of her breast and fondling it at will.
Anvita felt his left hand moving down along the side of her belly, caressing her, and he reached behind her to enjoy the softness of her ass cheeks.
Anvita's only resistance was her passiveness so far, and that too was vanishing. As Prithvi bent slightly down to kiss on her breasts, her hand moved down and she daringly touched between his legs. He was hard in his pants, and he was stunned by her move.
“Oh, you want that? My Anvita Ma'am...I want to give it all to you...”
He tucked his thumbs inside the waistline of his pants and began to push it down roughly. Anvita panicked.
“What are you doing? I don’t wanna see it, you idiot!”
He stopped and stared at her.
“I was just checking how hard you are.”
She explained.
“Of course I am hard. And aching too.”
Prithvi smiled.
“You got enough already. You got to lick my feet as you wanted. That too while my husband watched. You are such a shameless creature.”
“I have no shame to serve you all the time. I want to be your slave. When you are angry you can hit me.”
Anvita slowly shook her head in refusal.
“I don’t understand you. If you are a slave then how dare you to kiss me and force me.”
“Because you are not using me. I am not forcing you, anyways.”
“Not using you - means?”
“You are not having pleasure.”
“How do you know? I have a husband to please me.”
“I can do what he doesn’t.”
“What?”
Anvita laughed in dismay.
“What is that?”
“I don’t know. Like licking your feet like that. Atul will never do it. And does he lick you here?”
He touched between her legs.
Anvita couldn’t move back despite trying, as her back touched the countertop.
“No… Don't. I mean he does that. You don’t have to do it for him.”
She smiled embarrassingly.
“I’ll do it better.”
Prithvi knelt in front of her, readily.
“What the hell! What are you doing Prithvi? Atul is going to return soon and you want to get me killed?”
“Just one kiss. Please, it’s my last chance to serve my goddess. Please, I want to know that taste. I know you’ll make love to him tonight. He’s so lucky. I will die heartbroken if you didn’t let me do this.”
“I kissed you, fool. And you groped my breasts, didn’t you? What else do you want?”
Prithvi had his face rubbing between her thighs. Anvita tried to shake him off.
“You better not see such dirty dreams about me. I feel like I’m gonna pee any moment. I’ve had a lot of water.”
“Give it to me.”
He looked up.
“What!
“I want to drink that. Allow me.”
“What?
Anvita thought she heard it wrong.
“I want to drink your piss.”
Anvita pushed him and this time she managed to move away.
“You are crazy. Insane and creepy. How do you plan to do it? In a glass?”
“I’ll lie down on the floor. In your bathroom, if you want. You can sit on my face and do it. I’ll drink it all. It’s my fantasy.”
“Shut up you dumb. I’ve never seen such a dirty fellow like you. I am not gonna let you do that. What else do you have in your mind, idiot?”
“I want to lick your other side too.”
“Which side?”
Her voice was soft, marked with caution.
“The backside. If you allow me. Atul wouldn’t do that. I’ll do it.”
Anvita felt her knees weak.
“Don’t tell anything else. We’re done. Listen to me now. You are my slave, I accept that. Now you stay there on your knees until I finish doing my dishes.”
Anvita dictated and Prithvi didn’t reply.
Anvita turned to the sink and began to work.
A moment later, she felt him holding around her waist and next moment his face was pushing behind her.
“Prithvi!”
Anvita's yell got stuck inside her throat as he pushed his face between her ass cheeks. She hadn’t got time to believe him, and he had simply made her believe what he meant.
“My Anvita ma’am. You are my dream. I want my tongue move between these…you have a structure that will drive anyone crazy and you can make anyone do anything for you. Please don’t stop me. You’ll like it.”
He lifted her dress and pulled her panty down. Anvita's hands were wet, still in the sink, and she was slow in her response to stop him. And her panty had been slipped down. Next thing she felt was his face pressing between her naked ass cheeks. A sense of shame and excitement and shock further made her freeze.
“Oh my…”
She hissed.
Prithvi's hands had shifted inwards quickly and he parted her ass cheeks. Next, she felt his tongue, precisely the flat of his tongue pushing into her rear hole and she felt a sudden move inside her stomach. Her belly quivered and she bent forward over the sink.
“God!”
She yelled and grabbed his hair. But her hand was weak, and he licked her again; this time with more force and intent.
Next moment the sound of doorbell shocked them both as if a gun was fired, and they both jumped away.
“He’s coming.”
Anvita cried.
“I’ll go.”
Prithvi stood up.
“I’ll go and open the door; you do the dish. Chill, Anvita. I love you.”
He hurried out of the kitchen. Anvita shook her head many times even after his leave, and then quickly pulled up her panty.
He came back! Anvita was relieved and confused alike. He came back in such a short time, which means he did not want her to fuck Prithvi. He only needs a tease. Whatever plan he had for the night, Anita felt it was working as exactly as he wanted. Anvita heard Prithvi speaking to Atul in the hall. She concentrated on her work but she couldn’t really move her mind from what Prithvi had done to her. He licked my anus. It was nasty but so arousing. He did that. Anvita felt her ass hole wet; wet from saliva. Or is it my wetness spreading all over me? Anvita felt like leaking inside.
 
Later, Anvita prepared Prithvi's bed in the additional room. When she finished and turned, Prithvi was watching her from the door. She slowly walked over to him.
“Don’t do anything stupid, pervert!”
She whispered. “And don’t check my wardrobe. I warn you.”
She had a feeling that he was going to take her clothes from the shelf and sleep hugging them.
As she walked past him, she felt his palm pressing quickly over her ass. She ignored it. But she couldn’t stop smiling. Atul was in the washroom. A minute later, Anvita was walking back into Prithvi's room with a water bottle.
“You want water?”
She placed the bottle on the desk. Prithvi was watching her.
“I prefer milk.”
He said and pulled her into his arms. Anvita struggled, though in a light way.
“Leave me, you pervert.”
Prithvi's embrace became tighter only.
“You are going to have sex tonight, aren’t you?”
“With my husband.”
“I’ll dream of it.”
He said.
“You are welcome.”
She said and broke away from his hands.
“Wish you a wild night.”
He said.
Anvita bit her lips and walked away.
Wild night.
 
Anvita was leaking again when she went to bed. She changed her dress to a T-shirt and pyjama. As she lay on the bed, Atul quickly took her in his arms.
“My baby…I missed you so much… two nights, finally I have you back in my arms… here.”
He whispered and kissed her.
Anvita had brushed her teeth and washed her mouth with liquid mouthwash, and had cleaned her private parts too, after Prithvi's love assault in the kitchen. But as Atul's lips sealed her mouth and began to suck her tongue and lips, Anvita felt she still had Prithvi's taste on her and she felt Atul was trying to have it.
Like that night. He wants to go crazy. Anvita darted her tongue into his mouth. Atul's hands reached up for her breasts and Anvita didn’t hesitate to take off her T-shirt. She quickly undid her bra and ditched her lower garments too. Atul was pleasantly surprised.
“I missed you too, you know that?”
Anvita said.
Atul did not answer and he went down to kiss her breasts. Anvita was hurrying to have his mouth between her legs and her palm over his head was unknowingly pushing him down. And he was more than willing to act by her cues. His lips trailed downward and his tongue darted into her navel, and Anvita was already spreading her legs for him.
Atul went further down and kissed over her triangle once and then sat up on his knees. He looked at her beautiful body in its complete glory, with admiration.
“What?”
Anvita asked, amused.
“I can’t believe how lucky I am to have you. He was right.”
He lifted her left foot up to his face and kissed on her toes. With an adorable smile, he pushed her toes into his mouth and sucked a little.
“He was right. You are very tasty.”
Anvita was shy. She giggled.
“Really, lover boy? Then why stop with tasting? Start licking…”
Atul smiled. “Mmm…so you liked it, huh?”
“Yeah, I did. It was fun. What about you?”
He ran his palm around the softness of her thigh. He lifted her right leg also to his shoulder and kissed around her ankle.
“Your feet are a marvellous work of God. He made me notice it today,” he smiled at her.
“I feared you wouldn’t like what he did.”
Anvita's eyes were locked into his.
“It was gross,” Atul admitted, caressing around her calves. “He was licking all over here. It was gross. But it was also very erotic, to be honest. We can’t degrade it by saying licking…It was not merely licking but worshipping. Yes, it was worship. As if you were a queen and him, your devotee. It was… it was amazing.”
“Yeah.”
Anvita loved how he expressed his honest feeling.
“I’ve never thought he was so crazy for you.”
“Do you trust him?”
Anvita asked slowly. Atul looked into her eyes.
“What do you mean?”
“I mean… you said it was erotic. Do you think he too would have felt the same way?”
“Do you think he was using you?”
“I was used. But I wasn’t doing anything… like… like he was making it look like he was allowing himself to be used by… by both of us.”
Atul laughed.
“That’s true. He served us. Even though I didn’t really like how he was moving his tongue all over here when he was doing it, now I think it was cool. He served us both.”
“Do you think he was aroused?”
“Mmm…” Atul thought for a second, “chances are there, but he also has respect for you; for us. I think if he got aroused then later he might regret it."
Anvita's eyes widened. His reply was too innocent. How much are you going to tease me?
“What do you think?”
Atul asked.
What do I think? I know he was hard like you were…and I know at the moment he must be dreaming of shoving it inside me. Deeper and deeper…
“I don’t like to make a wild guess about it. But if he was horny-like then I’d like to be very angry with him.”
Anvita said coldly.
Atul was visibly satisfied with her reply. Anvita wished he stopped lying to her now. For one moment, she visualised him speaking his mind to her.
“Go to him, if you want.”
She would say no. But he wouldn’t listen.  “Go, baby. He’s waiting for you. He’s alone.”
“But what about you?”
“I’ll be okay. I can wait for your return…”
“Will you eat me when I come back?”
“I would love to do that.”
Anvita let out a hiss. Atul had plunged his fingers into her wetness and then he brought it to his mouth.
“Sweet!”
He whispered and bent down to press his mouth into her. Anvita let out a moan.
“Atul…”
Atul sucked her inner lips once and looked up.
“Do you like it, baby?”
“O my! I love it Atul. Just do it!”
Anvita fondly ran her fingers through his hair. She was just waiting to go back to her dream. He would be eager to lick me when I come back. My freshly fucked pussy will be his dessert. Like ice cream, he would slurp it from her.
“Oh my… it’s so good… aaah…!”
Then he would dart his tongue into me.
“Yes… yes… like that honey, you are killing me…”
He would drink it all and then… then…
“Aaah…!”
Anvita quivered and let out a hoarse cry as she exploded into an orgasm. Heavily breathing, she fondled her breasts with her left hand while the right hand remained to caress through his hair, never wanting to let go of the pleasure. She thought it was her second orgasm of the night. First one was with Prithvi. He too had made me cum. He had fucked me so long and deep. Deep and deep into my love hole that now you are eating from.
“I love you, my baby… you are so good in this…”
Anvita was in another world and she had lost track of everything. Her eyes were closed and remained so even when his lips sealed her mouth. Anvita felt his throbbing dick sliding inside her, making her feel the warmth of it slowly entering her, and she spread her legs wider, trying to absorb the feel of him inside her. Soon he was fucking her deep. This is exactly how he would fuck me. Deeper and deeper…
“My Anvi…my baby…you are all mine. I love you…”
Atul was whispering in her ears. Anvita was beginning to feel it from within. She was panting. His rhythm was unique and slow, making sure she felt each of his thrusts. Then he pulled out and jerked his dick to shoot at her belly. Anvita was puzzled.
“I’m safe, Atul. You could come inside me.”
Atul bent down and kissed her.
“I am not done.”
He said and placed his member at her entrance and pushed again. Anvita breathed in. Atul gave a sudden thrust, and Anvita arched her back to accept him, her eyes bewildered. He had guided him all the way in, again, and then began pumping into her. Anvita could see how aroused he was.
Suddenly there was evidence which she had been searching for so long. Finally. Anvita knew his arousal was because of obvious reasons. This proves everything, Atul. She screamed in her mind. This proves you like what I imagined. You like my fling. You like me to make out with him. You like when I allow him. You are a fan of my betrayal. Anvita's arms went around him and she kissed him and swallowed his lips. Atul's arms went around her, beneath her torso, taking her in his arms, still pounding her hard. Anvita had surrendered to him, completely, and she was being taken to the edge. An aching sensation erupted between her thighs, and soon it spread all over her body. She broke her kiss and let out a loud cry, out of pleasure, out of helplessness, as her body welcomed a massive orgasm that she was never anticipating. She cried even more as the waves of pleasure kept finding her. Atul was fucking her furiously until then and then he let out a groan to shoot his load, deep inside her this time.
“Atul…” Anvita hugged him tightly when she found her breath. “My baby…”
“Do you like it?”
“Yes…yes…so good.”
She panted.
It was awesome. It was something she had never experienced before. She was being loved and she was being filled completely by the man of her life. She felt complete.
 

In the morning Anvita woke up with a sense of pride.
When she came face to face with Prithvi, suddenly she felt shy. He was watching her. She winked at him before turning away. He knows.
Prithvi left soon after breakfast. They both came down to the parking to see him off. When they were back in the house, Atul took her in his arms.
“So, how was the dinner, honey?”
Anvita looked into his eyes.
“I loved it. It was awesome.”
“That’s what I love to hear.”
Atul said and they kissed.
Anvita was grateful he didn’t tell her the truth. It’s better like this. All things need not be explicit.
They were getting ready for office when Anvita thought of something.
“So, who’s coming for dinner next?”
Atul's reply nearly caused a heart attack in her.
“Rajat.”
 
 

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New chapter 54

Atul

 
It seemed a perfect day for Atul. He woke up with mesmerising memories of the previous night, with a vision of his gorgeous woman crying out of indefinable joy. He had helped her visit the heavenly place not once but twice.
Every day, he promised himself many times, every day I’ll do it from now. I’ll make her scream louder.
In the morning, after Prithvi's leaving, Atul wanted to go to bed again. Looking at her soft lips and shining eyes for three seconds was enough to make him hard again. However, Anvita feared they would be late for work and he was forced to push down the temptation.
 
When Anvita joked about who he was planning to bring for dinner next, he thought about the dinner promise he had made to Rajat. That’s not needed now. Atul thought. His ingenious methods to control your hormones are not needed anymore. Atul was going to say, “no more dinner to anyone; it’s only us…” but then he thought he should actually throw a dinner to Rajat; to celebrate why I don’t need his help anymore. Atul acknowledged it with pride.
“Rajat,” he said. “We had promised him, remember?"
Anvita was staring at him, amused. He looked into her eyes. “We have talked about this. I won’t drink more than two tots. It will be just a formality. I promise you.”
Anvita was still not so happy. Atul ignored it.
He knew there was nothing to worry about.
 
Great things were awaiting him in the office. When he walked in he was welcomed with applause by his colleagues. He saw Maniesh Sain, dashingly dressed in a black suit, emerging from them.
“Welcome to our Strategic Officer.”
Atul was stunned. Maniesh came forward and shook his hand.
“Here comes your package, Atul; the reward that you deserve. We're looking for men like you, and we've found you. You're a big player, Atul; we've come to know…”
Atul thanked him and everyone else, as people gathered around to congratulate him.
Later he sat down and went through the detailed mail from Walzec Systems Pvt Ltd. addressed to him. The appointment was a new position assigned to his office and he had to know what was in the offer. When his eyes stuck on the salary scale which had gone for a heavy hike, he was left to wonder whether it’s happening in real or not.
He was going to throw in a party for all.
 
Atul phoned Anvita and shared the good news. She was ecstatic.
“Wow. I am gonna give you a special treat tonight.”
“Like last night?”
“Last night you were special. Tonight is mine.”
Atul laughed, fondly thinking of what she was going to do that night.
 
When he phoned Ridhima she congratulated him and wished him all the success. She wanted to meet him in person.
“I have a story to tell you. Can you come to Mumbai?”
She asked.
“When?”
“Sooner the better. I have only you to tell this.”
Atul promised he would think about it. She deserved respect, Atul thought. She was also a part of his efforts that had fetched him the unexpected success.
 
The night belonged to Anvita and she delivered what she had promised as she swirled her tongue around the bulbous head of his dick while stroking with her hand. It was before dinner. When he was about to cum, she began to jerk back at first, then looking up into his eyes, she opened her mouth.
“In my mouth...”
Atul's left palm went behind her head, and holding through her hair he let the thick stream of cum spurt into her mouth. Anvita kept her mouth open while he jerked it all, and then ran to the washroom.
“I thought you'd swallow.”
Atul quipped later.
“I'm adjusting with the taste. Next time I'll swallow.”
She smiled.
After dinner, they made love again. This time it was Atul's turn and he took her to the heights of pleasure by plunging into her sensual hole with his tongue first and manhood later.
She watched in wonder when he pulled out and ejaculated over her belly. He lifted her legs over his shoulder and then pushed him down over her to enter her again, this time driving her to a loud cry before filling her with another shot of his love juice.
 
 
Next day Atul assumed his office and moved into his exclusive office cabin. A group of seven staff was assigned to work under him for the initial phase. Mr Madhav Singh, a forty-year-old man with a gentle smile, joined them as the interim operational head.
Walzec had done the thing. Shreyas was fired.
 
That evening he sat with Rajat and broke the news with him.
“That's great news man!” He shook hands with Atul over the table. “Congrats, buddy!”
“Thanks, friend!”
“You're welcome but it isn't enough...”
“Yeah, why not? Drinks on me!”
“Drinks are already on me, it's my turn today.”
“Then?”
“Throw something else!”
“Dinner?”
“One dinner is already coming. Remember?”
Atul smiled, “That dinner isn't needed now, Rajat. I gotta tell you something about it.”
“What!”
Rajat stared at him.
“I've improved. I... I found a way.”
“What way?”
Atul leaned forward. “I've found a way to make Anvita happy. You know what I mean.”
Rajat looked at him in disbelief.
“You gave her all the fun?”
“You won't believe it?”
“I am envious, man. I mean, I'm happy you did it but how?”
“I found a new trick.”
“Oh. That's great. That's great. That's... That's really really great. She happy now?”
“Yeah. She is.”
“What did she say?”
“What would she say? She's happy...”
“I mean... She said she got it, didn't she?”
“You wanna ask her?”
“I'd love to. I mean, I'm so happy for you, man! I think today's drinks should be on you. It's your day!”
“I told you.”
 
Their chat proceeded to other topics and after some time Rajat brought back the subject.
“So, that means our dinner is not happening?”
“Yeah. I think I've figured it out. We don't need to work on it. Thanks for the help anyway man.”
Rajat nodded, “Okay, I'm so glad to see you happy. I'm gonna ask you about that trick, later. Now tell me what next. You wanna hit Neeti?”
“What, no!" Atul laughed, "Come on Rajat; that was just a mistake. You should believe me."
"That's okay, I understand. But this is your chance. Neeti doesn't have a nice image about you. You should change that. It's your chance."
Atul shook his head. "I'm grateful to God that it didn't work well that day. I'm perfectly okay with what Neeti thinks of me. All that matters to me is Anvi's happiness."
"I can't believe you're saying this! You don't know what you're missing out here. Neeti is the ultimate bomb, dude. If you think you really have cracked this trick whatever it may be, then you must use it on Neeti. Especially because she had a crush on you. If you spend one night with her, she's gonna do anything for you. Do you know what I mean? Everything! You understand that?”
Atul looked at him for long, baffled.
“You must be wondering why I'm telling you this, now," Rajat explained. "It is because right now I'm in a position to talk with Neeti about this. I'm going to stop seeing her; Pooja is coming home in a few weeks. Mohit isn't giving her much fun; it's not a secret for both of us. What I'm telling you is this is your chance before she's hooked by someone. She's too good to let go, Atul. She's that good."
"Come on, Rajat. I know how sexy Neeti is. But I'm just happy with what Anvita provides me. I'll consider your advice when I get bored of her. I hope it never happens."
"Ouch! That proves something, Atul. You are really unbreakable.”
 
Later Rajat mentioned the dinner again.
“The dinner for promotion - it’s on, isn’t it?”
“You tell me.”
“Let’s do it as we fixed it. This Friday.”
“Okay.”
“I have that dress we bought for Anvita ready. Don’t say no to that.”
“Is it really needed now?”
“Are you asking me to throw it away? You bought this for your wife, man. She’s gonna love it. Don’t worry about it. You just tell me what time I should knock on your door?”
“You don’t have to knock, buddy. You can use the doorbell.”
Atul quipped.
 
Wednesday morning Atul flew to Mumbai. When he arrived at Ridhima's apartment, she welcomed him at the door, and Atul saw a man sitting in the living room. More than his grey unshaved facial hair and half-bald head the arrogant look on his face made Atul recognise him easily. It was Sudhakar, Ridhima's husband.
Sudhakar looked pissed off, and Atul's friendly smile didn’t yield any response. Atul wondered if Sudhakar remembered him. They had met only once, and it was many months ago.
Ridhima came forward and hugged him. Atul was startled and he struggled to keep his face straight and formal. Sudhakar looked on like an injured animal.
“I am sorry Atul. I couldn’t make it to the airport.” Ridhima told Atul. “I missed you so much. How was the journey?”
Atul sensed something wrong with her. He had called her when he landed and she was now repeating what she had already told him over the phone. Atul looked into her eyes. In a black kurta and white pyjama and devoid of any makeup on her face, she looked a homely woman. A perfect housewife from outside, but far from it inside.
“You look tired. What happened to you?”
She smiled, “I am okay, Atul.”
She turned to Sudhakar. “Sudhakar, this is Atul, my friend. Atul, this is Sudhakar.”
She didn’t say ‘my husband’. Sudhakar looked at him hatefully.
“Friend or boyfriend?”
He grunted.
Atul wanted to throw him off the building.
“Take whatever you want, but you have to leave now, Sudhakar.”
Ridhima said calmly.
“No, you tell me this. He’s your boyfriend, right?”
“Yes.” Came her reply. “He’s my boyfriend.”
Atul's face paled.
“I knew this!” Sudhakar yelled. “I knew this! I knew you’d be fucking around with young men from your office. I know you have a big position in Chetak and you can lure anyone to your bed. I know how easy it is for you to fool these men but not me. I am not going to let you live in peace. I am not going to give you a divorce. Not in this life. You have spoilt my life, my dreams and everything. I am not going to let you live in peace.”
He turned and grabbed his briefcase from the couch. He stepped close to Atul and shook his head.
“I can see what you are after, boy. She’s not gonna give it. I’m not gonna let you enjoy it. I am her husband. Legal husband. You know that?”
Atul was going to face him.
“Sudhakar, leave! I am telling you.”
Ridhima's voice rose.
“What?”
He turned to her.
“Speak with respect. He’s gonna take your place one day. Legal husband. Now get out!”
Ridhima said with her voice firm and eyes blazing. Sudhakar stared at her and then at Atul for a second and stormed away. Ridhima's servant Neelam opened the door for him.
“Wait,” Atul said before Neelam closed the door. “I should also leave.”
He turned to Anvita.
“So that’s what you think of me? But I like to keep my life simple, Ridhima. Good luck!”
He said and walked out, furious.
“Atul!”
He heard Ridhima's voice, and he didn’t stop. His steps got only faster and he chose to walk down the stairs, having lost patience to wait for the escalator.
 
Fifteen minutes later he was waiting for a cab in front of the apartment complex. He got into the first cab, a three-wheeler, he found outside and said, “Airport.”
What the fuck! He rued.
He could only blame himself. I have a story to tell you. That was all she had to tell him to persuade him to book a flight ticket to Mumbai. Looking back he could not believe why he did that. He could have asked her to tell the story over the phone.
“He’s gonna take your place one day. Legal husband.” How could she say that? Is it what she wants from me?
 
Upon reaching the airport, Atul was hurrying toward the booking counters when he heard her voice again.
“Atul.”
Ridhima held his hand and stopped him. Atul turned and looked into her wet eyes.
“Don’t go. Please.”
Her voice was weak and lowly, Atul could barely hear it.
“I should go, Ridhima. This is not right.”
Atul moved back.
“Please Atul. I made a mistake. I didn’t mean to say that in a conscious state. I was really angry with Sudhakar and I just wanted to piss him off.”
“Well, you pissed me off.”
Atul said.
“I know. I am sorry for that. Please don’t go.”
Atul stared at her for a long moment, keeping his silence.
“This isn’t you Atul. I have no plan to make you my…fuck…” She looked away for a second. “…my legal husband! What the fuck is that in the first place!”
Atul couldn’t stop the quick smile that came to his lips.
Ridhima forwarded her hand to him. “If you leave like this I’m gonna sign up for a gender reassignment surgery, only to make a point to you.”
“Enough. Enough. Don’t do that.” Atul quickly grabbed her hand. “I mean, don’t crack such bad jokes.”
Ridhima laughed, finally.
“Come home.”
She said.
Atul nodded.
After sliding into the car with her, Atul placed his palm over hers.
“I am sorry, I overreacted.”
Ridhima smiled.
“No. I overreacted, actually. I don’t know what had got into me.”
  
Ridhima had taken a day off for him. She had arranged for a fabulous lunch at home for him. But Sudhakar's untimely entry had spoilt everything.
Ridhima talked the usual stuff during lunch.
“You had a story to tell me. I hope I didn’t miss that one.”
Atul reminded her.
Ridhima's face darkened.
 
After the lunch, Ridhima sent Neelam home. Then she sat with him in the hall.
“It’s not a story Atul. It’s a very painful experience. I haven’t told anyone. I have none to share this with.”
Her voice was grim.
Atul nodded understandingly.
“Tell me.”
Ridhima's eyes remained stuck on the floor and she began to speak.
“Last time when you were here, we did have lunch with your close friend Maniesh. Have you met him after that?”
Atul stared at her for a moment, wondering how Maniesh came suddenly into their conversation.
“I didn’t mean to question you, Atul. I’m just curious for a reason.”
“I met him this Monday after that. But I have been in touch with him regularly after that, because of professional reasons.”
“And he didn’t tell you anything about me?”
“Absolutely nothing.”
Ridhima took a long breath.
“I had met him after that lunch, at the airport. Two days after. I believe it was pure coincidence. We had coffee and we had a very personal chat. I mean we didn’t speak anything professionally yet we spent like half an hour in the café. I spoke a little about my personal life, which I don’t do normally, I mean I never do that. He was a little persuasive to know about me, I must admit, and I allowed him to speak about you. He spoke about how he had felt you wanted him to get a little close to me. He expected you to be amused to see us together – him and me. That was amusing, even to me, actually. And I didn’t have the guts to ask you about that. I am not judging you, but deep in my heart, I… he made me believe it. I never trust men like that but I did it with him. He invited me to his place. I refused though, politely, of course. I even promised to visit him later.
When we parted he asked me if liked surprises. Assuming from the flow of the conversation, he was clearly indicating to drop at my place. I could see it very well that he was hinting to drop by. I could see it, he was into me. I think you know this. We had joked about it. I told him I prefer to give surprises. I didn’t mean to drop by his place then, but a couple of weeks ago I happened to be at a place near to his – where he had taken us after the concert. You remember that night when I…when I almost crossed the line, don’t you? I decided to surprise him, like, on an impulse. I went to his place. I went to his place; it was like five o’clock in the evening, but to my surprise, someone else answered the door. His name was…Shrivastav; he introduced himself as the owner of the house. It was his apartment and he lived there. But I was sure it was the same apartment we had gone; I mean how can I forget it? The inscription ‘MS’ on the door was still there. I was puzzled. I phoned Maniesh but he didn’t pick up. Shrivastav said Maniesh is his friend and he too tried to contact Maniesh but in vain. He said Maniesh must be busy and he should call back; he suggested me to wait for him. I…I agreed. I went in and his housekeeper served me soft drinks. Shrivastav told me he’s a businessman and a very close friend of Maniesh. Sometimes he allowed Maniesh to stay over, that’s it. I started to believe everything he said. It was irrelevant to me. I was waiting for Maniesh. And out of the blue, this motherfucker is telling me, Maniesh might take some time to come, so let’s have some fun.”
“What!”
Atul had verbalised his shock.
“Yes. He invited me. He said he’s in a very good mood and he promised me a very good time. Fuck! Good time, in his bed! I refused, of course. I got up immediately and began to leave. But he is suddenly holding my hand; he dragged me – he was really a monster – he dragged me and even lifted me on his shoulder. I fought hard but the bastard took me to his bedroom – the same fucking bed – bullshit I can’t tell you about that. “
Ridhima panted and stopped as if she did not want to recollect the moment.
“Ridhima?”
Atul touched her hand.
“I fought him. I slapped him and I ran out. I ran out. Out of the room and out of the apartment. I want to forget how I felt when I stood in the lift. I have never felt like that in my life. I felt like a woman in her most vulnerable moment of life. I am forty years old. I run an entire office. I have so much power. But inside those four walls, in the lift, I was like a child. I was scared like shit. Do you know what I was scared of? I was scared of running into him when the lift opened. I thought he would grab me and carry me on his shoulders like a piece of meat and dump me into his bed and again force upon me. It was like I had believed that I was trapped like a mouse. It was shit. It was hopeless. It was so insulting.”
Ridhima wiped her forehead roughly and squeezed her eyes shut and took a deep breath. When she opened her eyes, rage dominated them.
“And did he…?”
“No. He didn’t come out to chase me. I escaped. Escaped!” Ridhima laughed a little, sardonically. “Escaped. Ridhima Sachdev. Executive Director of Chetak Engineering Pvt Ltd. narrowly escaped from a rat. Do you know what makes me hate the most about it? It’s a filthy shit feeling that comes from inside, that my dignity was at stake in there! Now that means somebody was there to think for one moment he can take away my dignity. I don’t have this Bhartiya Naari type shit in me but I hate to think somebody dared to threaten me just because I am a woman. I ran away from him. My self-esteem took a hit that day, Atul. It took a bloody hit!”
Ridhima shook her head repeatedly.
Atul couldn’t say anything. He didn’t know how to say what.
“And then, there was Maniesh. I was shocked, shaken, and I was equally angry. I was able to talk to him later that night. I wanted to teach his friend a lesson. But strange! Maniesh doesn’t want to go against his friend. He’s rather busy advising me with shit; he’s saying any legal action would attract unwanted media attraction but justice. He’s right it would attract a lot of media shit but what puzzled me was his lack of concern for my well-being after all the enthusiasm he had shown to befriend me. I feel like a stupid woman. His only intention was to have a go at it with me. He has never tried to contact me let alone comfort me or get his awful friend to show some shame. I don’t want to see Shrivastav’s face ever again, but being a friend it was Maniesh's duty to make him apologise. Do you know what he told me? Shrivastav tried to persuade me to sleep with him and I refused. I went home safely. Now it’s wiser to sleep safely than to pick up dogfight with him.”
Ridhima took a pause.
“If, if Maniesh had at least told you about all this, I would have considered him a human being. Maybe he has too much feeling for his friend. But you are also his friend, as much as I know. He should tell you something, shouldn’t he?”
“He didn’t tell me anything.”
“I know that. I trust you. That’s why I am telling you all this. Initially, I was hungry for revenge. I even considered hiring someone to kill that bastard. Fuck! Now I am okay. I hate to say I am okay. I feel like I should have got bangd that day so that I would go against the whole world and screw him. But there was no bang; he just mauled my breasts over my clothes and some press here and there. There is no point in joining the MeToo campaign. It will just make him famous and make me…”
She paused, as Atul took her hand in his.
“I am sorry for what happened, Ridhima. I didn’t know anything about Maniesh apart from what you already knew. To me, he was really interested in you, in a way acceptable by our societal standards.”
Ridhima nodded, slowly.
“You know what Atul? I think I have now come to understand what makes men. They can’t be trusted. I don’t want to mingle with anyone in my life. Even Sudhakar is one of them. You heard what he did say. He won’t give me freedom, and he wants my wealth. He wants a major share.”
“But why? How can he threaten you like that?”
“That’s the thing, Atul. My destiny has it against me. Inside, I am a pathetic human being. I have this contemptuous feeling about me that I can’t give him an heir.”
“That’s bullshit.”
“It is. I know it is. But it is also true, Atul. I can’t bear a child for him. I am infertile. He is using me but what can I do?”
Suddenly her eyes were wet. Next moment, tears rolled down her cheeks.
“Ridhima, this is really bad. This isn’t you that I know. You are looking at only one side of it and you are worried about it. You should pause and think about that rat – Shrivastav. What he would have done when you slapped him on the face and managed to slip away from his hands? Do you think he could have laughed?”
Ridhima's eyes ascended to his face.
“No,” Atul went on. “He must have felt a loser. He must have felt like shit because you kicked his ass and more importantly, denied him. Why do you think he didn’t chase you afterwards? Because he admitted he can’t get you. Tell me who won?”
Ridhima's eyes continued to leak tears but she seemed oblivious of it.
“Me?”
“Yes, you! You won. And he didn’t apologise because he’s the one whose ego took a bloody hit that day. He’s hiding. Can’t you see that?”
Ridhima sat up straight and opened her mouth and took a long breath in.
“I didn’t see that. I…”
“About Maniesh you got nothing to worry. Because you’ve found out what a scumbag he is. It’s about him. It’s not about you. Forget him. And Sudhakar; he can’t even recognise me. He mistook me for your staff or something. I suggest you laugh at him and at everything he says. Next time you tell him we made love after he left. Perhaps he must be already thinking about it.”
A smile suddenly blossomed into her lips and vanished.
“I will. Surely I will.”
“Good. I promise you I won’t be pissed off.”
Atul reached for her face and wiped off tears. He sat closer and put his arm around her. Ridhima leaned to him and submitted herself into his embrace.
“It's going to be alright, I promise you.”
Atul whispered. Ridhima looked up into his eyes.
“Yes. I know.”
Atul's eyes descended from her eyes to her nose and then to her lips. He touched her cheek and ran the tip of his fingers downward and wiped a small drop of tear from the side of her lips. She parted her lips slightly; Atul saw the slight wetness of saliva between them. Atul smiled embarrassingly and looked away.
Ridhima began to move away but his arm didn't loosen. He didn't want to let her go for a moment. Ridhima touched his face too.
“What happened?”
Atul smiled.
“You are a tough woman, Ridhima. Trust me.”
“I trust only you. And I am lucky to have you by me. My only bad is it took me so long to find you. Why didn’t you exist in my life before that?”
“We can’t go back and rewrite our destiny. We have to look forward.”
“I don’t want to look forward. I want to stay at this moment.”
Ridhima's palms pressed against his chest. Her eyes shone. He saw love in her eyes.
“Please. Let me stay in your hands; let me feel like I belong to you. Please.”
Atul couldn’t look away from her eyes.
“I am here only, Ridhima. I am not going anywhere.”
 
He knew where it was going. But he had already given her the hope. He was her only hope. He couldn’t see anything else at that moment.
His face moved forward and his lips pressed lightly on her forehead. Ridhima closed her eyes and he felt her body getting softer in his arms. He kissed lightly again. And again. Each time his lips came downward, over her eyes one by one, and over nose and cheeks one by one, and then he finally he brought it to her lips. He tasted her saliva and he knew the warmth of her mouth, and then his lips refused to part from her. The kiss grew slowly and Ridhima let him explore her mouth. And then he began to slowly suck her lips. His tongue explored in and out of her mouth as the kiss intensified. They stopped in between but only to quickly go back to it.
It had begun slowly. But it had begun.
Atul's hands had begun to move along the sides of her body. Ridhima sat up and pressed her torso into him while still being kissed.
“Atul...”
She whispered when he stopped, finally. Atul looked deep into her eyes, and he saw a soul longing for love.
“Ridhima...”
He leaned forward and brought his lips again to her mouth, and this time his left hand went directly to her chest. And everything changed.
Atul pressed his palm over the softness of her breasts and very soon he unzipped her kurta from behind. It got loose and he slipped it off her shoulder quickly.
“Ridhima...”
Atul broke the kiss and looked into her eyes.
“I'm not going to stop this time,” he warned.
Ridhima was panting already.
“I don't want you to...”
It was a whisper came from her heart. Atul's face sank into her neck and soon dived into her breasts, still covered by her bra. Atul pulled down her kurta and Ridhima helped him by freeing her hands of its sleeves. Her kurta lay wrinkled around her waist. He ran his fingers along her smooth skin over her chest clad in a white bra.
“You look perfect.”
Ridhima smiled shyly, “stop staring at me like this…”
Perhaps the broad daylight embarrassed her, Atul thought.
“Take off your bra,” he said. “I want to see you.”
“Oh...”
She began to say something but Atul's hand had already reached behind her and she leaned slightly forward to allow him to unhook it. It was tough to do, especially without looking, and he couldn't unhook it even after multiple tries.
“What's happening?”
She asked.
“What's wrong with your bra?”
“Don't tell me you're a first-timer.”
Ridhima joked. Atul was embarrassed slightly but he was happy to see her being able to joke about this. She was back into her witty self.
“This is getting funny...”
He said.
Ridhima began to reach behind her to unhook it herself, but Atul had already put his hand inside her bra cup to pull out her soft melons. He pushed her down on the couch and sucked on the nipples.
“Mmm… worth it.”
He quipped after a quick suck. Ridhima laughed shyly. She pulled up her kurta to hide her breasts.
“I am shy. There is too much light here,” she complained. “Let’s go to the bedroom.”
She added and Atul hesitated. Ridhima grabbed his arm quickly.
“Atul…”
Atul looked at her.
“Make love to me, please.”
Atul smiled and gave her a quick kiss. “Of course we’re going to make love. Don’t embarrass me.”
Ridhima laughed. She was happy. She was stupid. She was frank. And she was lovely. Atul sat up and pulled her pyjama and panty down. He saw her neatly trimmed love centre, opening for him. She made no attempt to stop him.
Atul took a look and then went all the way down to put his mouth into the triangle. Ridhima was taken aback, startled, perhaps at the sudden shift of an emotional yet reluctant lovemaking into a sexual encounter with unbridled lust. She let out a hiss as Atul's tongue found her clit and spoke a deal with it. He sucked her inner lips, flicked his tongue inside her, and sucked her even more. Ridhima breathed harder, and her breathing – especially her exhalation – became noisy. And then she cried, “Atul… please… please… I can’t take it!”
Atul got up and knelt between her, spreading her legs wider, with his right knee on the edge of the sofa. He pulled down his pants and took out his erect pole. Ridhima had her eyes shut, and Atul went down, with a soft push he went inside her. He saw her soft belly quivering, and she grabbed at the top edge of the backrest of the sofa. Atul adjusted himself a couple of times and then began to drive into her comfortably. He hadn’t felt how erect he was until then and suddenly he felt he was longing for it since long. His mind went back to the night he had taken her for dinner for the first time, and he remembered him dreaming of making love to her. Atul still had the vision of Ridhima coming down her apartment in a white and navy blue sleeveless sheath dress that ended right at her knee and how hot she had looked then. And he remembered all the many moments in which he could have mated with her but instead chose to restrain himself.
And she was lying here, finally, welcoming his manhood with all the love and affection in the world. Even her husband wouldn’t have got this much love. Atul felt blessed and he felt loved. At that moment, he didn’t think about Anvita.
He pushed down harder into her, and the spring action inside the sofa made her jerk up in response. The squeaking sound of the sofa almost made up for the lack of noise from Ridhima. She seemed to be the silent type in bed. Her eyes were closed, lips partially open, and quivering with each time Atul stuck in his dick deep into her. Atul put his left hand under her back and straightened his left leg and began to pound hard. It felt so good and perfect and very soon he was on the edge.
“I am going to pull out.”
He grunted, breathing heavily. Ridhima opened her eyes, “no! You don’t have to. I am safe…I mean I am the safest… I can show you my reports if you insist…”
Her self-deprecating joke made Atul giggle honestly, and he let it flow into her.
He felt his dick throbbing inside her and shooting a huge cum load inside. He panted and it came to his mind how he had been doing it in the past, letting himself drain completely. When he was done, when he pulled out his semi-limp dick, he was apologetic but Ridhima's cheerful eyes made him happy for letting it go.
He got up and pulled up his pants and smiled at her.
“I am so happy,” Ridhima said, adjusting her clothes. Atul sat with her and she got up reluctantly. “I need to go to the washroom, I think…”
Atul laughed. “Please. It’s your home, don’t be shy!”
Ridhima laughed shyly and ran to her room.
 
When she returned, she desired to see a photo of Anvita. Atul showed one on his mobile phone. Ridhima was astonished.
“Oh my god, she’s so beautiful.”
Atul saw her eyes turning wet.
“What happened?”
He held her in his arms as if to comfort her.
“She’s…she’s…I can’t believe I brought you to this. She doesn’t deserve this.”
Ridhima cried.
Atul felt for her. It was his tears that were coming through her eyes, he felt.
“It is not your fault, Ridhima. It is your destiny. I am here because I am in your destiny.”
Ridhima stared at him.
“I don’t know how to thank you. Promise me you’ll never tell her about me. I don’t want to give her even a hint of what I have done to her.”
“She will never know.”
“I will never…” She paused and sighed. “Look at her beautiful face. Like an angel. She’s so young. You are also young. I should have thought about me.”
Atul shook his head sideways. “Why are you comparing? I had told you this the first day we met. You are a perfect woman. That’s why I am here. Beauty comes from inside. You are beautiful from inside and outside. Open your eyes. I am the one who should be regretting. But I am not thinking about it. Sometimes I have no control over my life and I have to accept that. You have come to my life; I tried enough to stop you. I am done with that. I want you to be happy.”
Ridhima looked at him and shook her head. Atul wiped her tears.
“You have nothing to worry. I will never tell her or anyone. This is just a day in our busy lives. It should pass.”
Ridhima smiled and nodded. Still, there was a pang of sadness in her eyes.
“Come with me.”
Atul walked her to the bedroom and made her stand in front of the mirror.
“Look at you. Smile at yourself. See how beautiful you are. I can see this, why not you? I have told you this. Men go crazy for you.”
Ridhima smiled slowly.
“Yeah, I understand.”
“Do you?”
Atul stood behind her and hugged her.
“Yes. But I am not as pretty as Anvita. That never goes out of my mind.”
“Why comparing yourself with her?”
“I am no match for you.”
“I thought you were brilliant a few moments ago.”
Atul eyed at her in the reflection. Ridhima's eyes shone.
“Me? You were brilliant, actually.”
Atul looked into her eyes, through the mirror.
“Let me show you how beautiful you are.”
He lifted her kurta and took it off her. He saw Ridhima's breasts starting to rise with her heartbeats. He unhooked her bra straps – effortlessly, this time – and Ridhima protested. He held her arms down, and removed her bra and tossed it away. Her naked breasts were on full display. Her face turned red. She couldn’t look into his eyes.
Atul bent down and slid down her pyjama along with her panty, and brought it down to her ankles before making her step out of it. She stood there completely naked.
“Look at you now, Ridhima.”
Atul said, standing behind her, with his palms resting on either side of her shoulders.
Ridhima was still trying to block his view with her hands across her chest, but Atul pulled them down, forcefully. Her breasts sagged a little, but they were big enough to make Atul long for it. He reached around her and touched her nipples with his fingers.
“Your beauty makes me crazy and dumb. It’s amazing. I’m not gonna give you peace now.”
He whispered.
“I don’t want peace.”
Ridhima smiled.
Atul wanted to take her to the bed again, right away. Her beautiful slightly-fat belly trembled with her escalating breaths. Ridhima wanted to move away but Atul made her stay.
“Please.”
She pled.
“No. I want to enjoy your beauty.”
“Then get rid of your clothes too. Let me enjoy yours too.”
She said.
“Okay.”
Atul quickly shed his clothes. When he dropped his brief, his dick jumped out and stood erect.
“Wow.”
Ridhima said.
“Is that it?”
Atul teased her.
Ridhima stared at him for a long moment and then knelt in front of him, smiling.
“You are so crazy.”
She reached for his dick and her delicate fingers were soon wrapped around it. And then, she moved even closer. She brought her face an inch away from its head and then looked up into his eyes.
“May I?”
Atul caressed her cheek. “No. Don’t do this. I’m gonna tell everyone about it.”
Ridhima giggled and pushed it into her mouth.
Her mouth was warm. She took it to the back of her throat all the way and then pulled it out. His dick was now shining, smeared with her saliva. Ridhima licked her lips seductively and then lifted it a little to lick under it with the flat of her tongue, from the base to the tip. Her tongue moved delicately caressing the veins under it, and Atul was astonished at the pleasure it gave him.
“That was so good, Ridhima.”
“I am no expert in this.”
She said humbly.
“Then your skills are god given. Please use it on me.”
Atul said.
Ridhima giggled and then again pushed it all the way into her mouth.
She started bobbing her head. Atul was helplessly seduced by her.
“Oh… yes… so good… oh my… Ridhima you are so good… “
He encouraged her with words and slow pats on her cheeks. She moved her head for ten minutes and then took out and panted.
“I am sorry. My…” She wiped her lips. “It’s aching.”
“It’s okay.”
Atul bent down and kissed at her mouth. It was a big, soul-sucking smooch. Her lips had become even softer because of the nonstop rubbing with his hard penis.
“You are great.”
He said and pulled up her.
“Wait. I’ll do it with my hand.”
She offered.
“Not with your hand, honey.”
Atul said and led her to the bed. He laid her on her back and knelt between her. She was leaking profusely, he saw.
“Take me in.”
He said. Ridhima grabbed his shaft and guided him into her wet hole. Atul pushed and it went smoothly in, Ridhima let out a pleasant sound. Atul pushed again and again as if to meet the walls of her ovary. Ridhima was no more smiling. Her eyes were full of love, and he breathed harder.
“Atul…”
She touched his face and torso.
Atul lay on top of her and sealed her mouth with his; he darted his tongue into her mouth and Ridhima sucked it. He kept pounding her harder and deeper and finally Ridhima let out a moan, a scream. Atul learnt he had brought her an orgasm, and very soon he ejaculated inside her, pumping his semen deep inside her. They kissed and breathed heavily together, and when parted finally, they lay panting for long.
“If this is how you make love to your woman,” she said, “she is the luckiest one out there.”
“What about you?”
“I feel like I’ve been longing for this moment. I’ve never realised it but I do now.”
“It was long due. We were destined to end up like this. That’s life.”
 
Atul took a shower and got dressed. Ridhima had put on another kurta - a blue one with white flowers printed on it. She looked beautiful and calm. She had prepared coffee.
They sat in the hall and talked.
“You are right Atul. We are in each other’s destiny. But I have to respect you are a loving husband. I’ll never pursue you, though it’ll never forget you.”
Atul smiled.
“Thank you for saying this. I think I am gonna feel less regret about this.”
“Don’t be regretful. If I were your wife, I would have forgiven you, because you wouldn’t be guilty in front of the God I believe in.”
Atul nodded and remained silent.
“The thirst for vengeance had left me sleepless, and the inability to act was breaking me apart. But now, I am okay. You are a saviour, Atul. That’s why I feel I would have forgiven you if I were in the place of Anvita. Because I know you shared only a bodily comfort, not love. It’s charity, because the woman you gave it was longing for it, begging for it, for so long in her mind. This is what I’ve been waiting for so long. It was the best moment I’ve ever spent with a man. I…I’ll never have sex with anyone for the rest of my life. I want to live with this memory until my death. I’m going to adopt a child and find a new meaning for my life. I know you can’t love me, but I have known your care and your soul and I conceive it as your love. You had told me once there are good times and bad times. Now it’s going to be good times only. People like Sudhakar and Maniesh can’t take away that.”
Ridhima went on and on with her thoughts.
 
Atul spent the night with her, and they did not try to be intimate.
He took the early morning flight to New Delhi, and he felt absolutely normal about the previous day. There was no guilt.
Perhaps she was right. He thought. Even Anvita could forgive me.
He wondered if Anvita would ever know of it. He prayed she wouldn’t. She won’t.
 
He remembered Ankita and how happy she was after having sex with him. Both Ankita and Ridhima had perceived him as if a gift and credited him for giving their lives a new dimension. But whatever their say went, Atul had learnt a thing about women already, thanks to Leona, Neeti and Radhika: women are emotional creatures who can behave on impulses. They will tell lies; they will cheat and love at the same time.
It is not decided, it is their fate.
  
That night when he went to bed he couldn't make love to Anvita. In his sleep, he saw a dream in which demons were trying to take her away from him. Anvita was screaming for his help but his arms weren't strong enough to protect her. The demons were laughing at him as if they knew he wasn't capable of it. Atul woke up, shaken with disgust.
Suddenly he was struck with remorse. He had done bad things and he had lost the power to save her. Atul put his arms around her - yet in a peaceful sleep - protectively. It was his woman. It was who he belonged to.
It's just a dream. Atul tried to solace himself. But the effect of the horrific nightmare did not elude him even when he woke up in the morning. A dreadful outcome of his misdeeds was awaiting him, he felt. And he feared Anvita would be a victim of it, as though it was justice in a way.
 
Friday turned out to be gloomy. The thought of visiting a bar crossed his mind several times. Somehow he made it to the evening. He phoned Anvita before he left his office and reminded her about dinner. He knew she was not enthusiastic about it, and she could forget it.
“Yeah, I remember, Atul. Don’t worry.”
Anvita said.
Atul was still wary she wouldn’t hide her displeasure to Rajat.
However, she was already in the kitchen, preparing some special menu, when Atul reached home. Wearing a beautiful white and pink printed A-line sleeveless dress, Anvita looked gorgeous and as cheerful as ever. 
I cheated her. Twice.
Atul walked behind her and took her in a warm embrace. Anvita turned her head and kissed him with affection.
"Don't worry Atul. I will be nice to your friend."
She comforted him.
 
Rajat came in before eight o'clock. He came dressed perfectly as if for a formal occasion, wearing a light blue shirt and blazer, and looked really good. Atul greeted him and they sat down. When Anvita saw him, her eyes widened.
"Wow. You look dashing!"
Atul felt relieved at her response.
Rajat thanked her. "And you look as stunning as ever, Anvita!" He added.
Rajat had brought two gifts. One was a bottle of 'desi' liquor.
"It's a very special one I've heard a lot about it. I'm sorry I don't mean to gift it all to you. We'll have two tots of it, and then I'll take the bottle with me. Deal?"
Rajat asked Atul.
"Deal."
"What's in the other packet?"
Anvita asked.
"That'll be opened later."
Rajat winked at her.
 
Anvita refused to take the 'desi' drink and she opened a wine bottle for her. Soon they raised their glasses and cheered together. The 'desi' drink tasted different indeed, and Atul mentioned it.
"That's okay, but you've promised me something."
Anvita reminded him.
"I'll close the bottle after the second tot, Anvi. Leave it to me."
Rajat promised.
They proceeded with jokes and chatter. Soon Rajat grabbed the next package and handed it to Anvita.
"It's a gift for you Anvi, from an admirer of your beauty and a friend."
"What!" Anvita was stunned. "What is it?"
"It's a lehenga."
Anvita refused to take it. "What's this for? What's this occasion that I'm being gifted?"
She looked at Atul.
"It's okay, Anvi. He likes you very much. It's okay. Take it."
Anvita stared at him.
"Anvita, I know I've been making a lot of excuses about hosting you with my family for so long. It’ll compensate for that. Please don't say no. You'll hurt me."
Rajat explained.
Anvita had to take it, in the end.
"And I insist you wear it now. Please."
Rajat said.
Atul wasn't expecting this. And Anvita was not going to do it.
"There's no way I'm gonna put on this now. One, I'm really comfortable with what I am already wearing. Two, I’d like to see it myself first how it fits on me. Three, are you crazy?"
"I insist you consider wearing it now," Rajat said. "One, you look stunning in whatever you wear and I'm sure you'll be comfortable in this one too. Two, it was selected by Atul himself for me so I'm sure it'll fit perfectly on you!"
Atul was embarrassed at his revelation.
"You cheater! You said you'll never tell her about this!"
Anvita was staring at him, in disbelief.
"Yeah, but she’ll eventually know who bought this when she wears it because it is going to fit on her body perfectly. Who knows her measurements better than you? It's my only choice, bro. Please ask her to wear it."
Rajat said. Atul turned to Anvita.
"Yes, Anvi. He had selected the lehenga and I chose the correct size. I'm equally excited to see you wearing this. Please. It won't take much time. I know you'll love it."
Anvita gave him a look and took the packet and walked to her room.
"Thanks, buddy."
Rajat said. He took off his blazer and kept it on the couch. He refilled the glasses and asked Atul for ice. Atul went to the kitchen and returned with a bowl of ice cubes. Rajat was checking his phone and smiling. He put the ice cubes in the glasses and passed the glass to Atul.
"Taste it. Ice makes it better."
Atul took a sip and nodded.
"Mmm. It's better." He said and took another sip.
"About the lehenga; I've made a slight alteration as per the tailor's suggestion, but I know you'll like it."
Rajat said.
He was right; Atul saw it as Anvita walked out. She looked breathtakingly gorgeous Atul couldn't take his eyes off her.
"Wow!"
He said, mesmerised.
Rajat had altered the blouse. It was sleeveless now and its neckline was deep showing a glimpse of her cleavage, and also the waistline was raised higher than it was in the shop, hiding nothing from her midriff to navel. The lehenga suited perfectly and she looked so hot that Atul wanted to take her in his arms and express his love to her. Anvita walked slowly and stopped right in front of him.
"You happy now, Mr Husband?"
She asked, her left hand on hip. Atul was helplessly seduced. And he was nervous, all of a sudden.
"Ask him; he's the one gifted you this!"
Atul gestured at Rajat.
"No, I don't want to make him happy any more. I can see how happy he already is."
Anvita went back to her seat. Atul saw Rajat making a gesture at her with his hand, making a circle with thumb and index finger. Atul was beginning to feel dizzy, and he was embarrassed as soon as he realised it. He wasn't even halfway down his second tot, and he couldn't believe he was feeling like drunk already. The drink was working faster than any drink he had ever tasted. He took another sip as if to try to remember its taste before it was lost.
His head was spinning, then. The only thing he could do to help him was to ease in the couch, and he slipped into a dreamless slumber, unconscious of the world around him.
 
When he woke up, he was lying on the couch, his head resting on a pillow and legs raised onto the armrest. He sat up and looked around. It was morning already and Rajat was gone.
"Anvita?"
There was no response. Atul looked around again and panic began to mount. 
As a matter of fact, he noticed, the fish in the aquarium was floating on the water, upside down.
It was dead.
 

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[krish_999]

So Much talk about Rajat and Anvita, Good!
Yes the reason for my login here is this story, Krish started it again ? but let me make it clear, Personally I am an admirer of his writing skills.

Why am I? Cause in his story everyone is getting something and there is not a forceful humiliation on the characters, story seems realistic with lots of expectations for future events. One of my favourite Story of Krish is "accident" He wrote the way that put me on second read.

And now about his new creation "No one Dies A Saint" as the title preferred embodiment of reality, I don't think I am capable of doing the elaboration on it, I had started reading it if Krish don't have any objection then I would like to express my interest sometimes they are very Harsh. And I don't want to jump in a quarrel with other readers.


Regards
Mav ❤️

Nice to see you back, bro. 
I just wanna tell you that you are free to post your opinion here whether it's positive or negative is no issue; I'll take it positively only.
When I say red, people can think of two things. One is red and next is everything but red. It is expected. That is the beauty of writing.
Keep reading and keep posting, dear.
Looking forward to your thoughts.
Krish.

[krish_999]

Oh God Krish u stopped at the right instant again... Awesome mastery in writing skills...... Nice update ? but please update the next part soon..... Don't make us to wait for one more week...I know it's ur story but as a reader my request is 
1) Rajat not forcing Anvita because it won't be so interesting, it will become another Goerge episode.
2) Make an end to the wait for so long let the anvita have the guilt pleasure this time.

Awesome update... It's amazing to see it's just not a story about Anvita's sexual encounters or she becoming a slut. Other characters are very nicely constructed too. Waiting for next update, hope it's not a lame submission of Anvita to Rajat.

What The Hell? 

Again the suspense, and this time it's killing me  :D

Now please tell us about the next update  yr): as always.

Every time u leave it with a suspense.. as per my opinion you are one of a skillful writer who keep the readers with lot of expectations.. keep it up Kris.. excellent update.. expecting update soon

Good one mate

I have been an avid reader of your story. I am actually not interested in any encounters except those of anvita. In the past I have felt the erotic portions of anvita to be sometimes too short. I am writing this comment to request you to give us a much longer lovemaking session between anvita and rajat as I feel that it will be a part of your next update.
PS : please update as soon as possible.

Once again stopped at middle,
Can we expect a full length lovemaking b/w Rajat and Anvita

More than a week wait is too long Krish.
If possible try to post soon this time

super going bro.. I think there is something happened btwn rajath and anvitha, n i guess its may be forced sex.. and i think rajat played a cunning trick here by recording video of thier sex.. and this video is that one which u mentioned in starting.. going great bro, please update soon, can't wait too long

this is the best thriller erotica I've read... kudos Krish! You are amazing

Ek aur suspense....

Thanks for raining comments guys. I am halfway through the next update. Trying to post the chapter at least one day earlier than last week. Thanks for your patience.

[krish_999]

Waiting with the great expectations.. will we get tonight???

Update will come on Monday

[krish_999]

First of all, I want to appologise to all of you for the delay.
The update is firsthand and I haven't really done a second read. So there could be technical errors... Many of them.
I'll be editing them later.
But now I'm posting it. It's very long and it will be cut into two parts.

[krish_999]

Chapter 55

Anvita

Anvita had never believed Rajat's ‘just one-time’ promise. She knew it was a fake promise Rajat wanted her to desperately believe so that she would commit to it in order to move on. And she was sure; once she gave in to that lie he would make her his slave. He would take her into his bed every time Atul went on a trip. Even when Atul is home, he will dare to have his way with her. She will be a sex slave.

I’ll choose death before I went to sleep with him. She had decided.

 

After the dinner with Prithvi, when she saw Atul's enthusiasm to have dinner with Rajat also, Anvita was really frightened. She had come to understand how cleverly Atul could play it out. Looking back into the past Anvita felt it was always there, whenever they hosted dinner to someone. During the dinner with Shreyas Atul had become drunk excessively to pass out. At the dinner with Varun and Radhika, Atul wasn’t even home. If Anvita was a willing woman, and Varun a clever man, he could have left with Radhika after the dinner and then return to Anvita. There was no way to find out what was in Atul's mind that night.

And at the dinner with Prithvi, he boosted Prithvi's confidence by making him lick her feet first, and then left him with an opportunity to be intimate with her. Prithvi had never expected whatever happened to happen. He was being manipulated by Atul.

It had always been Atul's game. Anvita felt. And her nervousness only grew further. What is he looking from the dinner with Rajat?

She kept pondering about it the whole day. And she kept iterating in mind, I won’t let it happen.

I’ll defend myself. She promised herself.

 

Atul's excitement after the dinner with Prithvi did not end with one night. He was eager to take her to bed every night with the same vigour and made sure she screamed in pleasure each time. He had received a promotion that surpassed his own expectations and he was very happy. But Anvita felt he was happier for he had manipulated her to have an intimate dinner date with a common friend. There was a sudden surge in his confidence that Anvita didn’t fail to notice. And Anvita liked it. She had gone on to reciprocate his excitement on Monday night as she knelt in front of him and sucked his dick into the back of her throat. At the end of the night, later, as she lay panting in her bed she felt she was ready to have another dinner date with Prithvi if Atul insisted. However, she didn’t dare to mention a word to him.

 

Wednesday morning Atul left for Mumbai to join a conference.

“This is the first time you have a business talk during the daytime. I like your new job.”

Anvita joked.

 

That night Prithvi phoned Anvita. She was making the bed as the phone rang and Anvita wondered if Atul told him about his trip. It was possible. He is that crazy.

Anvita answered the phone and sat on the edge of the bed.

“Hello.”

“I was wondering whom should I call first.” She heard Prithvi's excited voice. “Then I chose you.”

“I know you’d choose me only. How’s Bangalore?”

“It’s Bengaluru and it is fine. It’s me who’s missing you badly.”

“That’s okay. Tell me about your job. Got new friends?”

“It’s good. Hey, it’s my call. So I’ll ask questions. You had dinner?”

“Yes.”

“Oh.” He hesitated. “Then I should cut the call short, I guess.”

“Why?”

“After dinner…mmm…now it’s Atul's time, isn’t it?”

“You know he’s not here, don’t you?”

“Really? How do I know?”

“I thought you must have called him first.”

“I told you. I was wondering who should I call first.”

“Why did you call me first?”

“Temptation, to be honest! Your voice.”

“You really didn’t talk to him?”

“No. I swear.”

“Okay, I believe you. Now tell me about your job.”

“Forget the job.” He said excitedly. “I can’t believe my luck.”

“What happened?”

“I mean, Atul is not there. So we can talk freely, right?”

“I am not going to talk freely,” Anvita said coldly.

“I didn’t mean that. I was really sad after Monday morning when I left. I didn’t get a chance to talk with you.”

“You talked a lot that night if I remember…”

“Are you alone there?”

“Why?”

“I am alone here in my room. In my bed…”

“Are you trying to…”

“No…no. I just want to tell you no one is here….”

His voice became very soft and Anvita could barely hear him. A smile was blossoming at her lips.

“Anvita?”

“mmm…”

“I...want to know about that night.”

“And you expect me to talk about it?”

“I was wondering…”

“Don’t wonder anything, idiot. Just sleep tight, have a sweet dream. Good night.”

She said and cut the phone call.

 

Really, didn’t he already know? She wondered. She thought she should ring up Atul and ask. No. She kept the phone aside and lay straight on the bed.

Fifteen minutes later, the phone rang again.

“Anvita…”

“Don’t wanna sleep?

She pretended to be angry.

“I want to confess you something.”

“That you can’t forget me?”

“I want to confess something you don’t know.”

“Is there something like that? Okay, but you have to hurry up. I was about to catch sleep.”

“Promise me you won’t hate me.”

“Is it that bad? You’ve done a lot that would top my hate list. Is it worse?”

“That night…after we went to bed…I couldn’t sleep. I was thinking only about you…”

“And you took my clothes from the shelf?”

“No... Not that. I was thinking what you would be doing…and I couldn’t sleep…”

“You said that already.”

Anvita said coldly, hiding her curiosity.

“Yeah…yeah, I did. You know, I can’t really forget it. Your voice is still in my ears.”

“What voice are you talking about?”

“Your voice. I am sorry I eavesdropped. “

“What!”

Anvita was stunned.

She knew he was really horny when he went to bed; she thought he would fantasise about her.  But this…

She was embarrassed. And she was angry.

She cut the phone. He phoned again, right away.

“Anvita.”

“You are such a pervert!”

“I was hopeless… I heard your voice, Anvita. It was so lovely. And I must admit how jealous I was at Atul. I mean I have always been, but this time I felt… my respect for him went sky high. He’s a perfect lover any woman can get, I think. And he deserves you more than anyone.”

“And we betrayed him.”

Anvita reminded him.

I betrayed him. She remembered. Atul might have had fun living in his fantasy but it would not undo her part. She had done much more things Prithvi, which Atul would never know.

“It happened. I am sorry but what can we do? I am a bit selfish and I got lucky.”

“Shit. And you have no shame to confess that you spied on my bedroom.”

“I just want to be honest with you.”

“And what did you get from it? Did you shag?”

“No! I am not that bad. I mean…I didn’t do it there. I did later.”

“You ruined our bed!”

“I only did that. Actually, I wanted to break in and surrender to you right after he made you scream like that. It was so amazing. He was wonderful. I can never do that.”

Anvita didn’t know what to say. He was reminding her of the night. Yes. It was wonderful. It was amazing.

“Did you want to surrender? How?”

“As we have done before, you know. I wanted to worship your feet while he made love to you.”

“Oh, you wanted to join us…for threesome?”

“No. it’s not like that. I wanted to serve you…like… I just want to serve you… like the queen and the king of the old times. They make love; their slaves stand by their feet guarding them, providing them whatever they ask.”

“You are insane. I’m gonna discuss this with Atul. Let me ask if he’s in need of a servant in the bedroom.”

Anvita giggled.

“What about you? Would give me a chance?”

“Chance for what?”

“I know you were really happy. But I can make you even better.”

“How?”

“I can lick… I mean to eat you.”

“My feet?”

“No. everywhere between your legs.”

“I had him for that.”

“No. I mean afterwards.”

Prithvi said shyly.

Anvita turned to her right on the bed.

“Afterwards?”

“mmm… after he gave it to you… after your screams. When he got off you. then…”

“Do you really know how dirty you are talking?”

“I want to be dirty. I am your slave. Please.”

“Chi!”

“I know you’ll be full of water.”

“It’s not water, idiot.”

“Your juice.”

“My juice mixed with something more.”

“I know.”

“And you still want to lick me?”

“I will drink it. Swallow it.”

“You are insane.”

“Anvita…”

“Mmm…”

“Would you like it?”

Anvita bit her lips. She remembered Atul going down on her after Prithvi had fucked her on the wedding eve. She was always embarrassed about it because it was a hell of a hot night.

“Anvita…”

“Mmm…”

“Shall I drink your juice?”

“No.”

“Please… I beg you. Your juice mixed with your husband’s juice. I know it will be so hot. You will be tired after hot sex. But then I’ll get between your legs and then I’ll have my mouth over your….your…”

“Stop it.”

Anvita blurted.

She felt her body becoming hot.

“No. I want to lick your lips. I will chew them first and then I will spread them and then…”

Anvita couldn’t say anything.

“…and then I’ll push my tongue inside. I’ll have your taste. Anvita…”

“Mmm…”

Her reply was merely a moan.

“I feel like I am already there. I am taking my boxer down. You wanna know how it is? It’s up like a rocket.”

Anvita giggled.

“It is so hard, Anvita. I am holding it in my hand. It’s so hard; I am going to shake it. Shall I?”

“Mmm…”

“Anvi…”

“Mmm…”

“What are you wearing?”

“T-shirt…lower…”

“Take it off for me.”

“No.”

“Please.”

“It’s cold here.”

“I’ll make it hot. Let’s put a blanket on us.”

“Mmm…”

“I am stroking it…it’s very hard… Anvita I am your slave… I want to lick your hole. Both your front hole and back hole….”

She remembered the indescribable thrill of being felt by his tongue over her anal hole. She felt dirty and excited together.

“Chi…!”

“I will move my tongue in and out of you… you’ll push my head for more.”

“Mmm…”

“Anvita… touch yourself.”

Anvita's hand was already inside her panty.

“Mmm…”

“Put your finger inside.”

“Mmm…”

“It’s me. I am pushing my thing inside you…”

“Mmm…”

For one moment Anvita tried to believe him, and her finger sank inside her wet lips.

“Keep moving your finger, Anvi…”

“Mmm…I am moving, Prithvi…”

“Do you feel me?”

“Yes…”

“My dick inside you…”

“Mmm…”

“My dick inside you.”

“Mmm…”

“Going in…”

“Yes…”

“I am fucking you…more I push…”

“mmm…”

“move it, baby… my Anvita… my hard dick is going inside your… your…”

“my pussy…”

“yes…your pussy…. It’s moving inside….and very deep inside your pussy…”

“mmm…”

“move your fingers for me… my Anvita, my queen… my goddess… I am so hard…please be my queen… make me your slave… Anvita…”

“mmm…”

Their breathing went up together and then Anvita heard a slight groan from the other end of the phone.

“I am shooting it… oh my Anvi…oh my god. It’s so huge…. In your pussy…”

Anvita dropped the phone and plunged two fingers into her and moved it. In her mind, she was getting fucked by him and she loved it. A few minutes later, she suppressed a moan, and let out a huge scream in her mind.

 

When the panting settled, she picked up the phone. It was still on.

“Anvita?”

She heard his anxious voice.

She bit her lips shyly.

“Mmm…”

“Have you?”

“mmm…”

“me too.”

“I know, idiot.”

“I mean it’s a huge mess here.”

Anvita giggled.

“Well, clean it yourself.”

“Yeah, I’ll do it. “

He laughed.

“So, it was good?”

“Shut up and sleep now. And don’t call me in the night. Not again.”

“As you wish, my queen.”

Anvita laughed and ended the phone call. She couldn’t stop smiling for a long moment.

Atul will have no idea about it. She thought. And it’s a pity.

 

 

The following morning Anvita sat in her office thought about the night with a pang of guilt and shame.

I shouldn’t have done that. She thought. Not anymore. She decided.

A message popped up on the monitor.

“Come to my cabin.”

It was Shashank.

Anvita walked in and he smiled, gesturing her to be seated.

“You’ve been consistently doing well for long, Anvita. You are a performer. It’s time to learn a bit about being a team leader. I know you’ll learn it quickly. I’ve arranged a Leadership workshop session for you. This afternoon, you’ll accompany Rishi and join a group from the other firms as well. The session is conducted at ArmPro.”

He said.

The term ArmPro took away all the excitement from Anvita. She had been there many times in the past but she could never erase the horrendous memory of the first ever visit when she had encountered Maniesh and Manjot there for the first time.

She had been fortunate not to run into Manjot after that during her multiple visits to ArmPro. She prayed she didn’t have to face him this time too.

 

She attended the workshop session with Rishi. As she walked into the building she saw Sonakshi waving at her from the lobby. Anvita walked over to her.

“Don’t worry; he’s not here.”

Sonakshi said. She was referring Manjot.

Anvita smiled.

“Thanks for telling me this. I was really worried. How are you?”

 

Sonakshi was the woman she had witnessed being sexually exploited by Manjot. The last time when Anvita had come to ArmPro she had met Sonakshi and they had a long chat.

Sonakshi had been working at ArmPro for almost three years. In the beginning, it was perfect for her because she was perfect for the job. Then Manjot came in for the top post. He laid his eyes on her on the first day itself, when he explicitly intimated his wish to her.

“I was a fool to believe he didn’t mean what he told me. Because I thought he wouldn’t do it as he had a reputation to maintain. And I thought I would stop him if he ever made a move. He didn’t make that move for two months and I thought it was just a rude joke. But then one day I was called into a room by someone, where Manjot was waiting for me. He locked the room and bangd me. And the bastard shot everything in a camera. There was no way out since then.”

Sonakshi had told Anvita.

There were more women like her, who had been trapped by Manjot. Some had quit the job, but never really saved them from Manjot's claws.

When Anvita told her about what Manjot had told her, Sonakshi warned her.

“You should be very very careful, Anvita. Stay away from him. I haven’t seen a woman escaping from his trap.”

The workshop lasted three hours for the day. Fourteen members from various firms comprised the team and it was a good learning experience. Anvita phoned Shashank in the evening and thanked him.

 

That night when she told Atul about Sonakshi, he was anxious.

“Next time you should phone her before you go to Manjot's office,” Atul advised. “Don’t you have her phone number?”

“Yeah, I should; but how can we stop going there just because Manjot is there?”

“I was just giving you some advice. Be wiser, that’s the point.”

Anvita nodded.

“Poor lady. She’s really a good person but what can we do? There’s no escape for her.”

She added.

Atul was thoughtful.

That night Atul did not initiate sex. Anvita was convinced he had no idea about Prithvi's phone call to her on the previous night. Should I tell him what I did with him last night? Anvita wondered and dismissed the idea quickly.

Then she felt it could also be because of the disturbing story about Sonakshi.

 

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Friday Anvita could not keep the dinner out of her mind despite having a busy day at Teckpo. She kept making plans to manipulate the men to have a ‘safe dinner night’. One thing was sure. She was not going to entertain Rajat as she had done to Prithvi.

 

Atul phoned her in the evening to remind her about the dinner and Anvita could imagine how excited he was about it. She was anxious. She hoped they didn’t have a secret deal. In fact, she bet heavily on that hope. If they came in with a deal… Anvita did not want to think further.

 

Anvita wished she could warn Atul about Rajat. She wanted to reveal how Rajat had been trying to seduce her. But she had no evidence to prove it. It was impossible to talk about what Rajat had told her or how he had been stalking her, chasing her and intimidating her. Her helplessness was mostly because of her foolish misadventures with Shreyas, and she was glad when he was fired from the job at Wallzec.

Anvita had indeed thought about confessing her little fling with Shreyas. But she feared it would never work because the truth might not impress Atul. She hadn’t had sex with Shreyas, and Rajat could turn that truth into a lie, and Atul would easily believe it.

Because now he knows I can betray him.

Anvita had decided it was better to die if Atul chose to believe Rajat's words and not hers.

 

In the evening, Anvita left the office early.

Atul was happy when he returned, and he hugged her and kissed her lightly on her lips. He didn’t hide his joy to see her working positively for the dinner.

“It’s going to be a wonderful night, sweetie. I promise you.”

He whispered in her ear. Anvita smiled calmly, her mind racing inside.

The dinner with Prithvi was also wonderful, wasn’t it?

Anvita turned her back to him, pretending to concentrate on the dish on the stove. She wanted to face him and ask him what he wanted her to do with Rajat.

Do you want me to kiss him? Do you want me to dance with him? Do you want me to let him touch me and grope me?

There were a hundred questions to ask. For a moment Anvita felt she was just confused about which one to ask first. A hundred possibilities. A hundred intimate fears. A hundred nightmares. But when she finally opened her mouth, it sounded the least important to her.

“What do you want me to wear, Atul?”

“It’s your choice, Anvi.” He replied, and then added, “Wear the light blue dress.”

 

The light blue dress had a triangle cut at the centre of the front, teasing a glimpse of her cleavage. Anvita didn’t need to think further to make out what he was seeking from her.

 

When she finished cooking, she went on to have a shower and then wore the dress. She felt she was getting dressed for Rajat. It was a disgusting thought but Anvita could not shake it off her despite trying desperately. When she stood in front of the mirror, turning to her left and right to see how the dress made her curves obvious, she felt it was Rajat who was examining her. She knew Rajat would leave only after capturing those curves in his mind. When he’s alone, he would remember her, and become horny. She felt like an object and it was disgusting.

But she had no choice to save her from the embarrassment. Her husband apparently wanted her to be an object for his friend to feast on with his eyes. Anvita pictured herself sitting in the hall wearing the dress, flaunting her legs below the knees. It’s okay. Anvita thought. After the dinner, I’ll tell Atul how Rajat was leering at my legs. And I’ll tell I didn’t like it.

 

Anvita had a plan: never give a chance, no matter what.

If Atul goes out to save the uncle living on the top floor from a heart attack, I’ll excuse myself to the washroom until his return.

She was going to fake enthusiasm and pretend to be too busy with herself; ruling out every chance of intimacy with Rajat.

 

Rajat arrived in time, well dressed, as if for a formal dinner. Suddenly Anvita felt she was worrying too much about him. Wearing a shiny blazer and black pants, he looked a true gentleman with great respect for the host. And host’s wife too.

Anvita realised his plan in a moment. He’s trying to impress me in a nice way. He’s probably trying to impress me and Atul together. Anvita suddenly began to feel at ease. Rajat's appearance was indeed a good sign she had forgotten to pray for. She even regretted picturing him like a monster. And for the first time, she noticed her neighbour looked handsome too. She smiled at him and complimented on his good looks. His reply was courteous.

“You look as stunning as ever, Anvita.”

He presented Atul a liquor bottle and before Anvita could doubt his intention, he made Atul promise they would stop after just two rounds.

Anvita was relieved. However, she was going to keep an eye on Atul. She still remembered how excessive drinking had left him unconscious during the dinner with Shreyas. Rajat had seen it, and he could think of it as a trick to use for his own benefit.

Incidentally, it was Rajat himself who had stopped her crossing the line with Shreyas that night, that too while Atul slept next to her, completely unaware of the situation. The memory prompted Anvita to think fondly about Rajat for a moment. Now he was actually ensuring Atul didn’t like that.

Anvita felt he perhaps wanted to have her with Atul's consent only, while he’s awake so that she could not resist. She had given him a promise in that regard.

But I will not let it happen, no matter what.

 

“What is in the other packet?”

Anvita pointed to the other packet Rajat had brought. He winked at her.

“That’ll be opened later.”

Anvita looked at Atul and he was smiling. His smile instantly put her on caution. She felt the men were playing according to a secret deal she was unable to interpret.

And she knew what it could be, very soon, as Atul placed three glasses on the centre table. Two of them had a tint of blue and the third was plain in colour. He was going to make a drink for her too.

Anvita stopped him.

“I’ll have my wine, Atul.”

She went inside and brought a wine bottle. Before she poured into the glass, she had a close look at the bottom of the glass. The blue tint on the glass made it difficult to see and Anvita had to look carefully. There was nothing inside it.

No. they aren’t planning to drug me.

Anvita thought and her lips blossomed into a smile. She could not believe she did not trust Atul any better that Rajat.

 

Soon she went on to conclude one thing; that she had started to believe and accept what the men were. While one desperately wanted to lay her, the other one simply wanted to help him. Both of them were working on a secret mission and she was left to defend herself.

It was a game.

It was a game with only two outcomes.

One, I win. She would spoil their plan, every trick. Rajat would go home failed and disappointed. Atul would also be disappointed. Despite lending all the help to his friend to have his wife, he could not utilise it. He would later berate his friend, calling him a loser.

The other outcome, they win. She would fail to defend herself. Atul would win his part of playing a passive husband, maybe finding a reason to walk out of the house, letting his friend have his way with his wife for a few minutes. Later when his guest is gone, he would take her to his bed and enjoy a lot of sex. He might stay awake for the whole night. And Rajat, he would have a memorable time with her.

The thought of Rajat coming on top gave Anvita a kick in the stomach. If he won, he would bend her over the countertop in the kitchen as Shreyas had done for a few seconds, and pound her hard.

If he got a chance like that, then he wouldn’t stop until he filled her with his sperm, while Atul might even watch it from behind the door.

Anvita's eyes inadvertently turned toward the kitchen door. It was possible. He could stand there and peep inside to see him from behind. Anvita averted her eyes quickly.

No. nothing will happen. She assured herself.

 

The men cracked jokes and shared funny stories. Anvita had a tough time pretending to enjoy them and laugh along. Her eyes remained on Atul's drink. When it was nearing the bottom, Rajat took out the next package. It was a gift for Anvita.

She could not believe it, “What is it?”

“It’s a lehenga.”

She stared at both of them.

“What’s the occasion that I’m being gifted?”

The reply came from Atul. “It’s okay Anvi. He likes you very much. Take it.”

Anvita's eyes shrank with disbelief. She saw a husband who had no shame to allow his lecherous friend to gift his wife a lehenga just because he liked her. Anvita knew he was feeding his secret cravings, and his portrait as a respectful husband took a heavy blow in her mind that moment.

 

Rajat got busy throwing in some vague reasons that it was a compensation for not being able to host them a dinner party since marriage.

“Please don’t say no. you’ll hurt me.”

That’s exactly what I want; hurt you. Anvita said in her mind and then nodded reluctantly.

“Okay. I’ll take it. Don’t cry.”

But it was just the tip of an iceberg. They wanted her to wear it.

“Nonsense!” Anvita cried. “There’s no way I’m gonna put on this now.”

She refused. She protested. She reasoned.

She was not going to do it. Then Rajat revealed.

“It was selected by Atul so I am sure it will fit perfectly on you.”

Anvita was stunned.

Atul! She screamed in her mind and looked at Atul incredulously.  He was clearly caught off-guard by his friend’s revelation.

“You cheater! You promised me you’ll never tell her about this.”

He was telling Rajat and nothing more was needed to be told.

And you promised me you’ll take care of me for the whole life when we married. Anvita wanted to remind him.

She felt like dumb, looking at him.

So it was the plan. Atul knew and actually helped Rajat to buy this gift in order to impress her. And he was until then sitting there like a spectator who knew nothing. He just wants to enjoy the show, Anvita realised.

“Mark my words, he’s gonna sell you too.” Varun’s screaming echoed in her mind. Is he gonna do that? If he was so liberal, then why was he so heartbroken after the night at Alyssa when I got intimate with Varun? Anvita felt like a fool for regretting every one of her misadventures in the past.

When this night is over, I’m gonna tell him about them, no matter what.

Atul was explaining how they had bought the lehenga. And he too wanted to see her wear it.

“He selected it and I only chose the correct size. It won’t take much time, Anvi. I know you’ll love it.”

Anvita looked at him wondering if he would let Varun and Shreyas have the same liberty with her, and got up. As she walked a few steps to the room with the packet in hand, she heard Rajat thanking Atul.

 

Anvita hated herself for still behaving sanely. She wished she got angry and stopped talking to them both, locking herself in the room for the rest of the night.

Anvita locked the door from inside and opened the packet disdainfully. It was a light pink and gold embellished lehenga and blouse.

Wear them. Show to them. Finish the dinner. And say goodnight. She blurted in mind as the opened the clothing. A small packet inside its folding caught her attention. She checked it and her heart stopped. Shame and anger boiled her blood together and she threw it on the floor. She wanted to scream and let the whole neighbourhoods know what was happening to her.

It was a bra and a panty, both in pink colour. They were not in their original covering, despite the appearance of branded apparel. They were taken out and apparently folded into this by Rajat.

She couldn’t help but visualise Rajat holding them in his hands and imagining her wearing it. Anvita felt sick.

 

For a moment she thought it was just a bad dream. It was impossible Atul let his friend buy this! But it was happening in front of her eyes. Atul had admitted having gone with Rajat to buy the gift.

I chose the correct size. Atul had told her a few minutes ago. And then he hinted how excited he was to see her wear it. Anvita looked at the undergarments and her knees were trembling already.

Why are you doing this to me, Atul? What are you trying to make me?

 

Her phone buzzed a message. It was Rajat.

“Wear the pink ones too. I hope it fits perfectly.”

The message read. Anvita grinned and sent a quick reply.

“Fuck you!”

The response was even quicker.

“You may do so dear, but later. Now please wear it for Atul.”

 

Anvita wanted to throw away the phone but she refrained from doing it. She wanted to walk out and throw the undergarments on Atul's face, yelling at him “do you want me to flaunt these?” but controlled herself. She wanted to cut the lehenga into a thousand pieces and shower it on Rajat's head, but all she could do was to sit on the edge of her bed and unfold the lehenga.

 

It was beautiful, a gorgeous piece of clothing. Anvita was not surprised for she now knew it was Atul's selection. And she already knew she would look perfect if she wore it. She would have felt on top of heaven if it was gifted by him. She thought and then corrected her. Well, it is.

She took the bra from the floor and had a close look. It was a lightly padded bridal wear with thin straps. It was her size and of a costly brand. So much for this dinner! She smiled and shook her head defiantly. It’s not gonna make me fall for you, moron.

She got up and undressed quickly. She stood in front of the mirror completely naked and thought if Rajat was ever going to see her like that.

If it is my fate… She began to think and a bolt of lightning that passed through her stomach ended it abruptly.

She wore the clothes with a sense of urgency. All of them suited her perfectly and she was left with awe at the beauty of the lehenga. She had a tough time to move away from the mirror, despite being upset by the fact that she was shamelessly impressed by it.

The thin pad inside the bra cup made her breasts look slightly bigger and rounder, and there was no dupatta to hide it from Rajat's eyes. The low cut neckline of the blouse gave away an ample view of her cleavage. It is for a purpose.

The blouse was stitched neatly and elegantly, as per her size and shape, as if she had given the measurements for it. The blouse and lehenga together showed a lot of her skin – her arms, midriff, neck, and cleavage – and Anvita wasn’t surprised. This is what they both want to see.

Anvita took a deep breath and walked out. She walked on and stopped in front of Atul, mocking a pose like a model on a ramp walk.

“You happy now, Mr Husband?”

Her eyes stayed on Atul's face, but psychically she was observing Rajat. In fact, she didn’t see Atul at all.

“Ask him; he’s the one gifted you this!”

Atul's response was nothing unexpected.

Yes, he wants Rajat to make a comment on how hot his wife looked in these clothes.

“No. I don’t want to make him happy anymore. I can see how happy he already is.” Anvita blurted and returned to her seat.

She noticed Rajat had taken off his blazer. His shirt was light blue! Her heart sank a little more as she realised why Atul asked her to wear the light blue dress for the evening. He wanted to make me look like a match for Rajat! It looked like there was a reason for his choice of blue tinted glasses for her and Rajat while choosing the plain colour for him. Anvita looked at Atul scornfully. He seemed in a dream world. Anvita didn’t dare to make out what he was dreaming.

Rajat smiled at her and made a gesture – a circle – with his thumb and index finger to express his awe. She looked on, as he slowly brought the circle down to his lap and moved his left index finger in and out of it twice and subtly eyed her toward the bedroom. Anvita's face turned red at the obscene gesture. She averted her eyes, wondering why she wasn’t walking away already.

Perhaps now I am ready to endure all these humiliations. I am not a silly woman to be put off by all this.

“You look like an angel, Anvita. Please don’t go out wearing this and without Atul. You’ll get kidnapped,” Rajat said.

Anvita didn’t smile at his flattery. All she wanted was this to end. She grabbed her empty wine glass and had a close look at its bottom, again.

There was nothing, yet.

She poured wine and took a sip. “I don’t think I’ll wear it again. I don’t feel comfortable in this,” she retorted.

“Oh, don’t do that, Anvi. You should know how much pain I took for it. Look at the blouse, for instance. It’s perfect, isn’t it?”

Anvita grinned at him. “If you think it is perfect then you keep it. You can wear it. And I suggest you never go out wearing it. Else you’ll find yourself locked in a mental hospital.”

“Keep joking at me. I don’t mind because it’s you. Speaking about the blouse, do you know why it fits so perfectly? It’s because Atul had taken a blouse from your shelf and handed it to me. He wanted me to get it done to perfection. He’s such a sweet husband.”

Anvita's face turned red again.

Her eyes blazed at Atul. His smile seemed artificial to her.

“Atul? You stole my blouse?”

Atul didn’t respond. He was not even listening.

“Atul?”

Anvita's voice changed in an instant, and it was a testimony to how easily her self-confidence could wash away.

“What’s wrong with you, Atul?”

Atul turned his eyes to her and smiled again lightly, as if in sleep though eyes open, and eased in his seat once. That was the last eye contact Anvita could make with him before his head fell back on the backrest of the couch.

Anvita watched in horror and next moment she realised she was alone with Rajat.

“What happened to him, Rajat?”

Her voice was trembling.

“What happened to him?” Rajat was surprised and he turned to Atul. “Atul…? Are you okay buddy?”

He got up and sat next to Atul and tried to wake him up.

“Atul…Atul!”

He shook Atul's shoulder and it brought no response from him.

“I can’t believe this!” Rajat shook his head in shock. “Look at his glass. He barely had one and a half tot. Strange! Was he already drunk?”

“What!”

Anvita knelt in front of Atul and tried to wake him, in vain.

“I had told him we’ll have just two drinks. I doubt he must have had something beforehand.” Rajat looked at her. “Anvita you should keep a check on his drinking habit. I’ve been advising him since I saw him so drunk at the dinner with his boss. His carelessness has landed him in trouble many times…”

He paused.

Anvita felt he was just trying to remind her about that night. That he knows my secrets.

She looked up and saw where his eyes were. She was suddenly aware of her cleavage. She got up and looked at his drink. It was exactly at the same level as that of Atul's drink. It was impossible that Atul got drunk and fell asleep with one and a half tot.

 

However, she was not going to believe his claim as well.

Atul was not drunk. She was damn sure.

Is he faking it?

A thought flashed in her mind and it disgusted herself. She grabbed her glass and took a sip, trying to pretend she was quite normal.

“Okay, leave him. We can still have some fun, Anvita.”

Rajat eased in the couch.

Anvita stared at him.

“What fun?”

She tried to sound as cold as she could.

“You can make a guess, Anvi. Atul is a clever husband. He wants us to have some fun.”

“Stop this nonsense. Let me arrange food on the table. Let’s have it and call it a day.”

She said bitterly.

“Come on, Anvi. You can’t do this to me. You had promised me.”

Anvita knew where it was heading. She wasn’t surprised anymore but she had to pretend shock.

“What are you saying? What did I promise you?”

“You promised me if Atul wanted you to do this, you’d do this.”

“And this is that? This is how he tells you he wants you to do this?”

“Anvi, listen to me. We are living in a society. We can do a lot of things but there is a way to do it. Do you think Atul's ego will ever allow him to ask you to sleep with me? The answer is no, and it will remain so forever. Now, you have a look at him. He’s giving you enough clues about what he wants you to do. You tell me, who else can get drunk and pass out like this, leaving his beautiful wife in the company of a young friend who he knows is very good at sex. And you take a close look at him; he’s truly slept. He’s not faking it.”

As if he had read her mind, he faced Atul and shook him. “See, he’s not gonna wake up. He has planned this. And this is how he has given you the freedom.”

Anvita quietly returned to her seat and placed the wine glass on the table. She brought her face down into her palms. Her head was spinning. Her arms and knees were quivering.

No.

“Look at me Anvita,” Rajat said, shifting closer to Atul. He took Atul's left hand and Anvita died next moment breathless, as he brought his hand to his own crotch. He rubbed Atul's palm between them.

“What the…” Anvita yelled. “What the fuck are you doing?”

Rajat gestured her to calm down.

“I am not doing anything, Anvi. I am just trying to show you something; the truth. It’s going to hurt you but it’s between you and I. Atul is a willing cuckold. There are men out there who dream of their wives to be taken by men who can do better than them in bed.”

Anvita shook her head in denial, and with utter disgust.

“Stop this nonsense, Rajat. I have no time and energy for this…”

Rajat pulled out his mobile phone.

“I know it’s hard to believe for a woman like you, but I can prove it in a second.”

He tapped a few times on the screen and showed it to her.

“See this, Anvita. I’ve made a simple Google search and see the results.”

Anvita got up and took his mobile phone in her hand. Rajat had searched ‘how to convince my wife to sleep with someone else’ on Google and it had fetched many pages of confirming results. Thousands of men, wanting to see their wives have sex with other men – and Atul was one of them.

“It’s is not porn site results. You see, it’s from Quora, the people are real.”

Rajat added.

Anvita was exhausted. She looked up, breathing hard. The mobile phone fell from her hand, and Rajat caught it before it hit the ground.

 

Anvita was not shocked. That moment had already passed. She had already learnt what Atul was. But now suddenly she felt deep in her heart there was still a hope that she could be wrong in her judgement. Perhaps it could be just a momentary crush that made Atul behave in a certain way. But now that hope was gone, forever. Someone else had affirmed it.

The truth can never be unwritten, from this moment. She knew.

-cont'd.