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Chapter 55 Cont'd:

Anvita's knees became weak and she sat on the centre table.

“It's okay. It’s not the end of the world, Anvi.”
Rajat leaned forward and tried to grab her hand and she pushed him away.
“Don’t touch me,” her voice was weak. “Please!”
“Anvita, listen to me. He’s still your husband. I know about him because he chose me.”
“Chose you?” Anvita looked up. “For what?”
“Anvita, I want to remind you about one thing. I am not a person who’s gonna force you for anything. I really like you and I want to have sex with you but I am not gonna ruin our friendship for that. I don't wanna do any harm to you. But you also have to think about me. You know how much I…”
“What do you want to do with me?”
She asked suddenly.
“I want you to listen to Atul.”
Rajat said.
Anvita turned her eyes to Atul for a moment and then looked at Rajat.
“Be with me. Show some kindness.”
Rajat added.
Anvita looked on, trying not to panic further, for the fear that it would drop her unconscious.
“You are really scared of me; it hurts, Anvi.”
“No. I am not scared. I am okay.”
She said quickly.
“Then sit with me.”
“You are trying to use me.”
“Of course you can think so. But I am not gonna do any harm to you.”
Anvita shook her head in denial.
“Rajat, this is not right. I am really scared. If I scream aloud, everybody will know what you are doing.”
“You won't do that; you won't scream aloud.”
Rajat said coldly.
“When people come to your rescue and they see Atul, they can understand what’s going on. I can explain what is going on. Do you want all of our neighbours to know that Atul wants you to sleep with his friend?”
“They will never believe you.”
Rajat laughed.
“They will believe Atul. Look at him and me. It’s an easy guess, Anvi. He’ll never forgive you when he wakes up.”
Anita had lost her voice. Yes. He was right. We live in a society.
Tears were beginning to gather in her eyes, and it soon made her vision blurred. She closed her eyes and it ran down her cheeks. Rajat got up quickly and wiped it off her cheeks.
“Don't be nervous, Anvi. This is not what I want to see.”
Anvita didn't stop him from touching her this time. Rajat wiped her tears and patted her cheeks tenderly.
“Come on, Anvi. Don’t be rude with me.”
He said and sat back on the couch. Anvita took a deep breath and looked at him hopefully. Rajat placed his right palm on his thighs.
“Come, sit here.”
He wanted her to sit on his lap.
“Don’t make me do that, Rajat. I…”
“Anvita.I want to kiss you. I want to kiss you and do a lot of good things with you but I won’t do anything without your permission.”
“Atul is sitting here. Do you think I am gonna sit on your lap?”
“You want to go to your bedroom?”
“No.”
“Kitchen?”
“No.
“How about the balcony?”
“No…!”
“Then this is the place. Come, give me a hug.”
Anita didn't know what to do. She had lost the game. The fate of the night lay at the hands of Rajat. She slowly got up and took a step forward.
“Promise me you won’t force me to have sex. We won’t have sex.”
“I can promise about tonight.”
“After that?”
“We may have it later, when you say yes to me, with all your heart.”
Anita stared at him.
“Okay.”She said slowly. “No sex tonight.”
Raja opened his arms and she sat on his thighs. She felt her bum pressing on his thighs and the thought that he would be feeling the softness of her was disturbing. But she had no choice.
“No sex tonight. But we will have some other fun.”
He said and next moment his arms went around her. He touched her belly and she struggled to breathe.
“What…fun?”
She looked at him.
“Kiss me.”
He said.
“No.no, Rajat.”
She shook her head.
“Kiss me, Anvita.”
He said again.
“No, please. Rajat, please.”
Her eyes didn’t move off his face as she thought it was the only thing that was stopping him from forcefully kissing her.
“Kiss me, Anvi. Please.”
Rajat touched behind her head and he slowly pushed her toward him. Anvita didn’t have the power to resist even a soft push and her lips touched him. He opened his mouth and Anvita felt her quivering lips being swallowed up. His hand behind her head had locked her into the position, and Rajat sucked her soft lips fully into his mouth. The force behind her head increased further, and Anvita had to part her lips and allow him into her mouth. His left hand had begun to caress her soft belly and it soon moved up to her breasts. Anvita fluttered like a bird caught in a trap, and it only helped his hands to get stronger around her.
Rajat stopped the kiss only when he was satisfied. Anvita wiped his saliva off her mouth with her palm quickly.
“Rajat, please leave me. I don’t wanna do this.”
She began to get up and Rajat opened his arms.
“Okay.”
He had let her go. Anvita got up and moved away, looking at him in disbelief. She didn't expect him to leave her.
“Anvita I am giving you two options.”
Rajat spoke and quickly began to unbuckle his waist belt. Anvita watched in horror and took a step backward as he pulled the leather belt, and then unbuttoned his pants.
“Rajat…”
Next moment he unzipped his pants and pulled out his dick with his right hand. Anvita turned her eyes sideways quickly, but not before she had a glimpse of it. It was hard and horrifying.
“Look at this. I am really helpless. It is like this, from the moment I stepped into this house. I want you to fix it.”
More than the words he was speaking, the chilling coldness of his voice frightened her. She knew he was going to make it happen.
“Rajat, please. I am begging you. Please, Rajat. I can’t do this.”
“Then you have to give me your word. Not like last time, this time real promise.”
He said quietly.
Anita looked at him hopefully again.
“One, make a confession to me. Acknowledge that you have never touched a man’s dick other than Atul in your life.”
“What!”
Anita stared at him.
“Swearing the name of God and your parents and in the name of the child you’ll give birth in future.”
Anvita's heart was pounding hard. Her chest was moving up and down.
“I…I had a boyfriend in high college…”
“After marriage. That’s what I am talking about.”
Anita stared at him, and she swallowed.
I can lie. I will never tell him.
“Tell me, Anvita.”
“I have touched.”
Anvita blurted out quickly. The words had slipped out of her mouth in a second and she hated herself next moment.
“I am not going to ask who it was, and I will never tell Atul about it.”
Rajan spoke.
“But you have to tell me how you held him. Like this?”
He wrapped his fingers around his dick and Anvita had to watch it with her wide eyes. And she nodded silently.
“And you stroke it like this?”
He moved his hand slowly and Anvita saw the shining of its bulbous head. Its foreskin was already out of place and as he moved his hand it moved behind its roundhead and Anvita felt choked merely by looking at it.
"Tell me, Anvita."
He was watching her eyes.
Anita could merely make a subtle nod, and yet she felt she was screaming it.
Yes. I have held and stroked the penis of someone other than my husband.
"Good. Now come here."
He gestured at her.
"Kneel down here."
Anita looked at him helplessly.
"Rajat…please.I…"
"Sit down here, Anvita. I won’t do anything bad. All you have to do is kneel down here, and look into my eyes and then make a promise."
Anvita still couldn't move.
"Anvita…"
Rajat shook his head in disappointment and slowly turned his eyes to Atul. Anvita knew what he was going to do, and she moved forward.
"No..."
Rajat ignored her completely and grabbed Atul's hand. Anvita knelt down quickly.
"Stop! Stop, Rajat... Will you stop it?" She cried and grabbed Rajat's hand. "I've knelt down."
Rajat looked down at her.
"You can make it a lot easier if you want. But you kinda still hate me... and fear me. It's sad, Anvi."
"I'm sorry. I..."
She looked up and tried to concentrate on his face, only to be distracted and disgusted by his stiff organ right in front of her.
"Please keep it inside."
She added.
"I wish you had a close look at it, Anvi."
Rajat leaned slightly forward and touched her cheek with his right palm. Anvita struggled to stay put as she realised it was the same hand that was wrapped around his dick a moment ago.
"My dick is hard to the point of aching. I need to relieve it. There are two ways. You do it quickly, you know how you can do it."
"No... Rajat..."
"If you can't do it yourself I'm willing to take you to the bed and we'll do it together."
"I'm not going to do it. Can't you just see what I'm saying?"
Anvita's voice rose with frustration but it did not make any change in his tone. For once she felt she was going to get up and run to the bedroom and lock herself in there for the rest of the night.
"The second way is let Atul do it... Like this..."
Rajat took Atul's hand again and this time he brought it to his dick real quick. Before Anvita could do anything, he made his fingers wrap around the stiff pole and moved it.
Anvita's face became stiff like a stone and she grabbed Rajat's hand. She pulled away from his grip with her left hand and wrapped her right around his dick. When she looked up, her eyes burnt him with hatred.
"This is what you want, right? Stop using your friend!"
Rajat smiled at her, ignoring the sudden burst of anger, and let out a sigh.
"Ohhhh...yes! Finally, you're touching me!"
He cupped his palms around her face and kissed on her forehead. Anvita's heart was thumping hard. He smiled at her, and then bent further to kiss on her lips. She tried to move back a little but he quickly shifted his hands below her ears to hold her still and smooched her. He was thirsty for her lips and he literally chewed on her soft lips. As the kiss intensified and threatened to hurt her, Anvita fluttered and her grip around his hardness tightened.
"Ouch! Careful!"
He ended the kiss and looked down at his dick.
Anvita panted. She knew she was not going to get up and run anywhere. There's no place to go.
"You be careful!* She grunted.
"I'm sorry I'll be gentle, I promise you."
Rajat said. More than what he was doing, the slow pace he was making his moves was leaving Anvita powerless. It was like he knew he was gonna get what he had come for. His nonchalant attitude to her refusals and requests had left her in a sense of despair. For a moment she remembered Manjot and his way of ignoring her plights. She felt she was also trapped in a state of no escape like Sonakshi.
I'll be gentle, I promise you. Rajat's words were not meant to bring any solace to her. It sounded rather a warning.
"Rajat..."
She mumbled.
Rajat's eyes descended down to her breasts and he held on her shoulders.
"Let me see you clearly, Anvita. Do you know how much I have dreamt of you? That blouse, that Atul gave me, I keep it in my bed every night. I lay it on my bed and I sleep with my face on it, and I dream of you. You have no idea how bad I've been longing for you."
He reached around her and began to unzip her blouse.
"No!"
Anvita yelled and pulled her hand and slapped across his face. She couldn't slap with force because of her position but her sudden attack left him baffled. He stared at her for a long moment and Anvita knew she had done a bad move.
"I'm sorry, Rajat."
She held on to his thighs.
"Don't do that."
"Then you do that for me. I want to see it."
"No."
"Come on Anvi. Stop this nonsense. You have already realised you have no choice. You can take it to midnight but it won't do any help. Remove your blouse."
He leaned forward and began to pull down the zipper behind her blouse again and this time Anvita held his hand firmly and looked up into his eyes.
"I can't do this torture Rajat. Take me to the room and do whatever you want. I won't refuse. Go on, bang me."
She had verbalised her surrender. There was no way to win this game. She looked at Atul and sighed.
"No."
Rajat's quick reply gave her no time to repent her own decision.
"I don't want to bang you. I want you to go for it willfully."
"But you're forcing me."
"I'm trying to help you. This is what Atul want. You'll never regret it. I know you'll be happier after this."
Anvita took a deep breath.
"What is it that you truly want from me?"
"I want you for one night. I have seen a lot of dreams for you. I want to make them all true. I'm not going to make you my property; that's not what I want. But when you go to bed with me, I want you to be mine."
"I'll never be. I can't."
"You will be. You can."
"No."
"You want Atul to ask you do that? You want him to tell you on your face?"
Anvita's heartbeats began to rise. She knew Rajat was going to do that too.
Hell!
"Yes."
"Okay. Now, this is the word I want to hear from you. When he asks you, you won't show him even a little sign of refusal. He will ask you to follow me to that room; your bedroom. And you'll agree without a single gesture of denial. You'll walk with me to the room and you'll close the door. Then you'll be mine. For the whole night. You'll kiss me. You'll lick my balls. You'll take me in your mouth. I'll fill your mouth with my sperm. We'll have great sex for the whole night."
Anvita just wanted the night to finish. Or herself vanish. She wasn't even listening to him. She was already nodding. She knew Atul was going to ask her to follow Rajat to their bedroom. And then Rajat will own me for the whole night.
Hell!
"Good. Now come closer."
Rajat held behind her neck and pulled her closer. Anvita's face fell into his crotch and his penis touched her lips. Anvita turned her head to left and his dick rubbed across her lips. She felt she was smeared by his dirty precum, and she quickly wiped her lips.
"Rajat... Rajat... Please, Rajat!"
His grip behind her neck grew stronger. He was going to push it into her mouth. She could smell urine from it.
"Rajat... Please... I can't. It stinks."
She cried and coughed.
Rajat stopped.
"What?"
"Please...I can't do it. It smells so bad. I'm gonna puke."
Rajat smiled deliriously.
"Wow! Finally, you said something worth listening to. Come with me. We'll wash it together."
Anvita felt his grip loosening behind her neck and she coughed again.
She sat back on the floor and panted heavily.
Rajat watched her for a moment and nodded.
"Okay. I don't want to put too much pressure on you. But if you try to do something stupid here, I won't let Atul live peacefully. Mark my word."
Anvita had no plans to play stupid games any more. She was going to suck his dick like a whore when he returned. She nodded affirmatively and she kept nodding even after Rajat was gone to her washroom.
Rajat had gone to the washroom and the house was suddenly in silence. Anvita looked around. She couldn't believe it was still her house. The place that was supposed to be the safest place for her had become a hell. Her husband was still sleeping on the couch, a couple of feet away from her. Anvita looked at him and at his drink.
Suddenly something came into her mind.
Why didn't I think about it?
She grabbed his drink and smelled it. There was nothing unusual except the raw odour of the desi liquor. On an impulse, she thought she should replace it with the drink of Rajat. Perhaps!
A whiff of hope was enough to pump up energy into her blood. She rose to her feet with the blue glass and looked around. She hurried to the aquarium and opened the lid at its side. The pump was running and the water spilt over the opening. She switched off the pump and emptied Rajat's drink into it. She hurried back and poured Atul's drink into it. She replaced both the glasses as they were, and refilled Atul's glass with the liquor from the bottle to the half level.
Perhaps!
Still not satisfied, she checked Rajat's blazer. There she found a small bottle with a dropper tip. Her eyes widened. She had no idea whether it was his nasal drops or a sedative drug. She only knew it was her only option left and that glimmer of hope was giving her the courage. She squeezed a few drops into Rajat's glass and then held her nerve.
When Rajat returned Anvita was finishing her drink.
"I'm done with wine. Can I have a drink from your bottle?"
She forwarded her empty glass to him.
"Yeah, why not!"
Rajat was happy to comply, and he quickly fixed a drink for her. She raised it to him hesitantly and he readily toasted with her. Anvita watched with the greatest optimism as Rajat finished his drink very soon. He was talking about his love for her.
"I was really sad when I saw you with his boss, Anvita. I could have told Atul. But it was too early. I'm sure it would have ended your marriage. I didn't want to see you cry then and that hasn't changed even now. I'll never make you cry."
Anvita nodded along.
"I need time, Rajat. I'm not ready."
She said.
"You don't need time, Anvi. Trust me."
Anvita had consumed her drink too soon because of her nervousness. She excused to the washroom and she stayed there for a while before she returned.
She walked out to the hall and stopped right there. It was the most satisfying sight she had ever witnessed. Rajat was sitting on the couch with his head resting on the backrest, exactly like Atul.
Anvita quietly sat down between the men and watched the world. Her world. It had returned.

She later had food silently, holding back her tears. She was almost there on the edge of destruction. She was convinced how Rajat was playing the game. He trapped Atul first and then tricked me. Anvita thought.
And I was a fool to believe him.

She pulled Rajat down on the floor and made him sleep there. She helped Atul rest comfortably on the couch before she went to sleep. The desi liquor was heavy for her but it helped her fall asleep very soon.

In the morning she woke up at the usual time. Atul and Rajat were still sleeping. Anvita woke Rajat up.
He was puzzled.
"What happened to me?"
''What was in the drink, Rajat?"
"What!"
"You fell down and you didn't get up. What was in your drink?"
Anvita faked a smile. She didn't want to confront him about the drug, for now, thereby challenging him. She wanted him to keep thinking about it and keep pondering how he lost such a great opportunity.
"You should leave now, Rajat."
Anvita said firmly.
"I'm going to wake Atul up."
Rajat left soon and Anvita didn't intend to wake Atul up, and she went for jogging.

Atul was awake and embarrassed when she returned.
“Where were you? I was scared.”
Anvita gave him a stern look.
“Scared? You dumbass!”
“Where is Rajat?”
“Rajat went to his home. What was his stupid drink? You both slept like I thought you guys were dead. Both of you are morons.”
“Did you have dinner? I'm hungry. And what happened to the aquarium? The fish is dead."
Anvita wasn't surprised. She had not only switched off the aerator but also poured Rajat's drink into it.


Anvita was ready to confront Atul. But she didn't want to do it alone. When Atul was gone out, she phoned Rajyavardhan.
“I want to see you, dad. I have a lot to talk to you. Please.”
She cried.
Rajyavardhan remained silent for a few moments.
“When do you want me to come?”
“Monday. Or any day when Atul is not home.”
“I'll be there soon, my child. Stay calm for now.”
He assured.

Atul had realised how he had passed out. Anvita made him promise he would never bring home anyone to drink with him.
"Both of you fell asleep like idiots and I was scared. You know that?"
She asked him. Atul apologized for it.


Monday Anvita's leadership workshop resumed. Sonakshi was not there at ArmPro. From the reception, she found out Manjot was not there and that's when she really breathed normally.
When she was leaving after the session, she had a message at the front desk.
“Sonakshi is waiting for you.”
Anvita went to the room the staff had mentioned and there was no Sonakshi. There must be some mistake, Anvita thought and turned back. Manjot was standing there.
“Hi, Anvita.”
Lightning passed through her stomach.
Not again!
He came near her and walked around her, and Anvita felt intimidated.
“Hello, Manjot.”
She greeted him, watching his movements.
“I have been waiting for you. It’s been months since I told you one of my intimate wishes.”
He took a remote control from the desk and turned to face Anvita. She held her breath.
“I have no interest to fulfil your wish, Manjot. I should leave now.”
Anvita began to turn and Manjot pressed a button on the remote control. Anvita heard a click found from behind her.
“That’s the sound of the door being locked, Anvita. This is Manjot's space now. And you are Manjot's property.”
He smiled at her devilishly.
“And today we are gonna spend some time together. Come, have a seat.”
He gestured towards the couch at the side of the room.
“Open the door, Manjot. I have no time for this. Do you think you can force me?”
She thought to scream aloud and banging hard on the door. But it couldn't help. She was sure.
What I should do now? Beg him for mercy? Threaten him with repercussions? She couldn't decide.
“Anvita, I'm in a very good mood. I promise you a very good time. You'll like it, believe me.”
He said again and slowly moved closer.

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[krish_999]

...But this story is going very slow. 

Yeah I too think so. Point noted.

[krish_999]

Update is coming tomorrow

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Chapter 56

Anvita

 
Anvita's mouth was suddenly dry. She stood there frozen with fear.
“I know you are familiar with my concepts. But let me assure you Anvita, we can do it in a tidy way.”
Manjot moved forward and touched her hand. Anvita moved back.
“No.”
Manjot looked at her, completely indifferent.
“Are you trying to resist me?”
“I’m saying no!” Anvita raised her broken voice. “Would you just open the door for hell’s sake?”
Manjot smirked as if he heard a light joke.
“You have a great body. I can already see you naked, lying on that couch. I suppose you need to go home safe after this. Let’s not put a wrinkle on your shirt, babe.”
His perverted eyes were measuring her breasts as he spoke.
 
His phone rang. He put it on silence and casually threw it on the desk.
“Start from your buttons, Anvita. Give me a glimpse of you.”
He eyed at her breasts.
The phone rang again; this time the landline on the desk. He looked at it irritatedly and grabbed the mobile phone.
“Hello.”
He grunted.
Anvita couldn’t hear from the other end. But she saw the casual expression on Manjot's face fading away. He grabbed the TV remote and turned on the television. He surfed through the news channels hurriedly and stopped at one. It had his name on the breaking news.
“…in a series of tweets Ms Sonakshi has made serious allegations against Mr Manjot. She alleged Mr Manjot used to call her into his office or other places and he often forced her to do things that Ms Sonakshi described as she does not have the strength to type in words. Ms Sonakshi also mentioned how she had thought about standing up against the big man but the fear of losing job and career had forced her to keep her silence. Ms Sonakshi in the third tweet has alleged Mr Manjot has recorded videos of her and has accused him of blackmailing also…”
The news went on.
Manjot put the mobile phone on the ear again.
“Yeah, I saw. I’m gonna….” “Yeah, I do….” “What…”
He walked around the desk and sank into the armchair.
“I’ll talk to my lawyer.”
He put down the phone angrily and hit hard on the desk.
“Aaah…! Filthy bitch…!”
Anvita was watching him. A slow smile appeared on her lips.
“That’s really good news for you, Manjot.”
She grabbed the remote control off the desk and unlocked the door. Manjot sat there helplessly. Anvita stared at him and walked away.
 
Was it luck or pure coincidence?
She couldn’t decide because the timing of the breaking news was perfect. Had it come half an hour later, it would have been too late.
She felt indebted to Sonakshi. She wanted to thank her and give her moral support. However, Sonakshi’s phone was switched off and Anvita could not reach her.
 
Anvita phoned Atul.
“Yeah, I saw the news. She is brave.”
He said.
Anvita told him what happened in Manjot's office. Atul was stunned.
“That prick!”
His voice was filled with rage. “Are you okay now? I am coming to you right now.”
“I am alright, Atul. There’s nothing to worry. It was a little scary but now I am perfectly alright and happy that I was there to watch his face.”
Anvita assured him.
“Well, he got what he deserves. The news is viral now. He is finished.”
He remarked later.
 
When Anvita reached home, Rajyavardhan was waiting for her. She was surprised.
“Dad! You should have called me. I could have come earlier.”
“It’s okay. I wasn’t bored.”
Rajyavardhan spoke pleasantly.
 
Even though Anvita had asked him to come, the way he suddenly showed up left Anvita wanting for time. She did not know where to begin. She had sex with Prithvi again, and that too, willingly.
There were no excuses this time, as she was fully awake, and she was aware of what she was doing. She could have avoided it but she had chosen to embrace the opportunity like a desperate woman. she chose to betray her husband. Anvita was not sure she could speak about it. It is unforgivable. And she was not sure if she could talk about Rajat. If dad knew how Rajat had tried to lay his hands on me, then he might even get him killed.
Rajat had not only asked her to sleep with him, but also claimed that Atul was a willing cuckold. There are enough reasons. He would kill him.
Anvita suddenly felt it was foolish to invite Rajyavardhan for this talk. She could only rue herself.
She remained tense throughout the evening. But Rajyavardhan did not ask her anything. He sat in the hall and silently watched TV.
 
Atul arrived later, and he was drunk. And he was embarrassed to see Rajyavardhan.
“Dad?”
Rajyavardhan stared at him for a long moment. Atul was caught off-guard completely and Anvita saw his face getting uneasy.
“How are you doing, son?”
Rajyavardhan asked calmly.
Even Anvita was amused by his pleasant response.
 
“You should have told me he’s here, Anvi.”
Atul complained later.
“How do I know you’d come home like this? You hold a reputed office in a reputed company; you shouldn’t be coming home like this on a random day, Atul.”
Anvita said.
 
During dinner, Anvita revealed Atul's promotion to Rajyavardhan. He looked at his son and slowly shook his head.
“Good.”
Anvita saw Atul's face glowing.
 
“What happened to him? This is the first time he responded well when I achieved something.” Atul told Anvita when they went to the bedroom. “I can see some sort of acceptance in his eyes. I can sense the change.”
“Then that’s because of me.” Anvita smiled. “I was the reason for your rejection. So now I have reversed it in your favour.”
“You were just one among many reasons for his disappointment,” Atul admitted. “But you are the only one who seems to have impressed him.”
“Then you owe me a special treat, my boy, I guess.”
Anvita smiled with a naughty expression.
“Yeah, why not! Actually, I am gonna make it very special. Undress first.”
He quipped.
“Mmm… naughty boy. Don’t forget your dad is here. Whatever you do, do it quietly.”
Anvita pretended worried. But deep in her mind, she wanted to scream so higher that she wanted it to reach her father in law’s ears.
Soon they were in bed. For the last two days, they hadn’t had sex and now they both were going to make up for it. Anvita couldn’t wait for him to undress, as she pushed her hand inside his brief to touch him.
She went on to have him lying on his back on the bed. She pulled down his brief and quickly mounted his manhood by her lips. She sucked him like candy.
“I was supposed to give you a special treatment, but you are doing the reverse.”
Atul said.
Anvita pulled it out of her mouth.
“Your chance will come, darling.”
She said smiling.
She wrapped her fingers around the base and began to suck him hard. Atul was breathing hard, and he stopped her before it’s late.
“It’s my day. Let me do it.”
He said and lay straight on the bed. He made her sit on his chest, her legs astride. Atul quickly skidded downward to bring his face right under her pussy.
“Feed me.”
He demanded.
Anvita smiled and brought it to his mouth. Atul began to lick her and Anvita was beginning to learn the origins of pleasure.
It comes from here; from down here. Someone told her from inside, and she pressed more of her love lips into her mouth. Atul's lips had grown unbelievably skilled with experience, and Anvita found it tough to keep her body up. She lay on her back soon, with Atul's mouth still between her legs.
“I love this taste. You are so sweet.”
He said later, licking his lips.
That night they slept very late.
 
The following morning Anvita woke up with enthusiasm. She looked into the mirror and smiled. As she walked out of the room Rajyavardhan was already there in the hall, doing yoga. He turned slowly to her and Anvita stood there, letting his eyes bore into her. Her heartbeats were on a rise but a sense of pride was filling her mind.
Anvita had seen it in the mirror. Her hair was tousled. Her lips were swollen. The vermillion mark was gone. Anvita felt a message was delivered to Rajyavardhan. Finally.
Now he knows how well his son can do it. Anvita felt shy. But she couldn’t stop herself from making a coffee and walking over to him.
“I don’t drink coffee, my child.”
Rajyavardhan said.
Anvita made a disappointed face.
“Then what do you like? Tea? I shall make tea.”
“No. I’ll have a glass of water, later.”
Anvita stayed there, watching him move his arms in the air slowly. There was a sense of calmness and gracefulness in his movements. His shirtless strong built body with grey hairs on the chest looked like it belonged to someone else, someone younger. His brooding eyes and strong jawbones made Anvita wonder how he would have looked thirty years ago. Anvita could imagine a handsome man with smouldering hotness.
 
Anvita remembered a dream she once had about him. It had her making out with him while they lay on top of a herd of sheep.
Anvita felt her body warm and it brought a smile into her lips. She walked away quickly.
 
Atul was tense as he had no idea how many days Rajyavardhan would stay with them.
Anvita consoled him, “Don’t worry. I will stay at home.”
Even though Anvita appeared relaxed outside, she was wary inside. She was going to face her father in law.
 
When Atul left for work, Rajyavardhan sat down with her.
“Now tell me, what’s bothering you?”
Anvita could not say anything.  She didn’t know where to begin. Rajyavardhan studied her for a few moments.
“Did you have sex with him again?”
He asked straightaway. Anvita was stunned. She stared at him for a moment and nodded slowly.
“Yes, dad.”
She could barely hear her voice.
“When?”
“A month ago.”
“And you want to say it was accidental?”
The underlying tone of condemnation in his voice pierced into her heart.
“No; it was no accident this time.”
She told him the truth.
“So it was a onetime incident.”
“Yes.”
And Anvita told him everything, keeping her gaze fixed on the floor.
From Atul's Pune trip and consequent change of plans to her attending the wedding eve function and mending with Prithvi; and finally how she ended up in bed with Prithvi.
Rajyavardhan heard it all, patiently.
“Are you still dealing with remorse?”
“No, dad. There is more. It’s that Atul found out what I did. But instead of getting angry and confronting me, he’s excited by it.”
“He’s excited?”
Rajyavardhan's eyes shrank just slightly. Anvita was puzzled by his controlled reaction. She explained how Atul had caught her but had kept his silence afterwards.
However, Rajyavardhan wasn’t convinced.
“These are your assumptions. How can you say he was excited about it?”
“He changed, I mean changed drastically after that day. Like, he was a bit plain in bed…like you said about Mohit. But then…one thing is that he was not disappointed by my betrayal. He was not sad. Instead, he was happy and excited. He started doing things to me that he hadn’t done until then…”
“What type of things?”
Anvita hesitated.
“Dad…I…”
Rajyavardhan held his gaze, his face devoid of any emotion and silently encouraging her to speak.
“That night…he went down on me.”
Anvita stammered. Rajyavardhan was still unfazed.
Anvita had gestured subtly with her eyes downward as if to help him understand what she meant. Rajyavardhan's eyes remained on her eyes only. After a long moment, he nodded slowly.
“I see.”
Anvita wanted to look away and turn away and hide from his eyes.
“So you seem to have benefited from it.”
He concluded. Anvita's heartbeats were soaring.
She could not say anything. Her silence was enough.
“Then where is the problem?”
“Problem…problem is…I think Atul is willing to make it happen again.”
“Did he tell you so?”
“No. But he threw a dinner to Prithvi. And last week he brought in his friend too for dinner.”
“Dinner is okay.”
“But it was not just dinner. “
Anvita spoke in detail about the dinner with Prithvi. Starting from the Atul's excitement while revealing Prithvi's infatuation for Anvita until how he disappeared from the house to leave Prithvi a chance to be intimate with Anvita.
“And that night Atul did more things again. He was unbelievable. Not only that night, every night after that.”
“He went down again?”
Rajyavardhan subtly eyed down at her and Anvita held a straight face.
“No. I mean, yes. He did. But he did more.”
“What did he do?”
“He did well.”
“That’s what I am asking. Be a bit specific.”
Anvita hesitated again.
“If you are not comfortable looking at me, look away. Face that side and tell me.”
He pointed to the balcony.
Anvita bit her lips and slowly obliged.
“Now tell me.”
“He lasted longer. I mean, not longer, but he didn’t quit after one session. He was ready again. His arousal was so high.” Anvita said and ended up looking at him.
“So you benefited again.”
“It has been like that, since then.”
“I can see that.”
“Excuse me?”
“I can see what he did last night. And you wanted to show it off this morning.”
Anvita was embarrassed.
“I wanted to tell you that my Atul isn’t boring in bed. He’s not Mohit type.”
“And you looked really beautiful this morning.”
He smiled.
Anvita was astonished. And she was shy.
“I'm left to wonder why he's behaving like this.”
“Is this what you wanted to tell me?”
His nonchalance puzzled Anvita. For one moment she wondered if he didn't see anything wrong in his son's behaviour. Is he also like Atul? A willing cuckold? Does he support my flings like Atul? Is he excited by my betrayals? There were no visible signs to confirm this but Anvita's heart skipped a beat. "There are men out there who dream of their wives to be taken by men who can do better than them in bed." Rajat's words echoed in her ears.
“No. Not only that, dad.”
Anvita said quickly.
“Last Friday Atul brought home another friend, our neighbour, Rajat. This man is always after me. He has tried to make advances on me, many times in the past. During the dinner, he came with a gift. A lehenga, blouse, and undergarments. Atul had helped him to buy this all. Can you imagine that? Atul helped this man to gift me such intimate clothes! And on top of it all, he was drunk and he passed out. I'm worried, dad. I think Atul wants me to sleep with his friend.”
Rajyavardhan nodded slowly.
“And you will?”
“What?”
“Will you have sex with him, this friend of Atul?”
“No. Never! I hate him.”
“Rajat…” Rajyavardhan shook his head slowly as if to recollect something. “He's the one who's sleeping with your chubby friend, isn't he?”
Anvita was stunned.
“How... how do you know?”
“He can be very good in bed. Why don't you just try once? It's going to be fun.”
“What!”
Anvita cried. She wished he was testing her.
“Is this what you're saying? Oh my God! I can't believe this...”
Rajyavardhan grinned.
“Hold on, my child. You can say no. It's a simple word.”
“No. It's a strong word and I'm saying no!”
Anvita glowered.
“Good. Then what's the problem? Is he forcing you?”
“No. No. But I fear he will soon be. I don't want...”
“Okay, I'll talk to him.”
“No. Don't talk to him. He's got a wife...and a baby who's barely three months old. Don't talk to him.”
“Do you think I'm gonna chop his hand?”
“Promise me you won't meet him. I'm scared.”
“You have a habit of talking about the promise. And you never keep yours.”
Anvita's eyes descended to the floor.
“That's my biggest fault, dad. I'm... not a...”
“Why don't you tell Atul not to bring his friend home?”
“I’ve told him. But I'm still worried because I think he's gonna find someone else.”
“You don't hate Atul for that. Do you?”
“I can't hate him, no matter what.”
“Even if he asks you to sleep with his friend? Let's forget Rajat. Let's say, someone else, a stranger.”
“I don't know. Do you also think he's gonna do that? I'm dead then.”
“Will you hate him then?”
“I will hate him for that. Yes. I will refuse. I wish I could refuse but he's not asking me. That's the problem. I feel like he's making me do it. But I'm not able to confront him because he'll then confront me for sleeping with Prithvi. It was my mistake. I'm stuck.”
Rajyavardhan smiled and soon he began to laugh. 
“You have cooked up a lot of stuff in there! I can't believe you're so dumb!”
He said, laughing.
Anvita stared at him hatefully.
“You think my son wants to be a cuckold!”
A willing cuckold.
“This is the biggest joke I've ever heard. Anvita, my child, you look so beautiful. You're very lovely and kind and caring, but you're also awfully dumb.”
“Dad...”
“No! Don't try to reason why you're otherwise. Let me tell you something full and final, if, and it's a big if, what you were saying you did and witnessed was the truth, then Atul has no idea about any of your betrayals.”
Anvita looked at him in disbelief.
“Dad...but...”
“Don't try to reason. I told you. Don't do it.”
 
Her mind was racing. She believed Rajyavardhan. His ability to judge a situation was incomparable. She had seen how he can find the truth without asking a question. He had stressed the term "...if, and it's a big if..." to her and Anvita felt he knew she was hiding things from him. He knows.
“I wish you're right, dad.”
Prove that Atul is not a willing cuckold. That's what I want to hear.
Her heart had begun to jump in joy.
“I wish you were right. But how can I believe you unless you prove it?”
“Anvita, you think you want him to be perfect. But no. It is in your mind because you're perceiving him as a cuckold. You believed it because it's too convenient to believe.”
“No.”
“You're not confronting him because you think it'll make him confront you, that's what you think.”
“Yes.”
“But I tell you, you're not confronting him because you still have a part of your mind trying to convince you that your assumption is a lie. But you're not willing to take it because that lie fits your convenience. You are comfortable if Atul enjoys your flings.”
“No! That’s not true, dad!”
“This isn't how the shocking truths are perceived, Anvita. Let me tell you one thing. Why do you think I forgave you when you said you betrayed my son?”
Anvita looked at him for a moment, unable to reply.
“How did this man, Rajat, leave your house after dinner?”
“Do you not trust me?”
“Answer me!”
“He didn’t leave… He slept here, in this couch.”
Anvita pointed to the couch Rajyavardhan was sitting. He turned his eyes down and had a look at the couch.
“Where was Atul?”
“Atul... Atul was sitting here...sleeping.”
Anvita pointed to his right.
Rajyavardhan closed his eyes and took a deep breath as if visualising it. When he opened his eyes finally, Anvita didn't dare to look at him.
“Come here, Anvita.”
He said, calmly.
Anvita got up and stumbled forward. She stopped in front of him and he looked up into her eyes. Her heart was beginning to beat hard.
“Undress yourself!”
Rajyavardhan commanded.
“What!”
Anvita took a step backwards. Then she grinned awkwardly.
“No, you're joking. You're putting me to test.”
“And you failed it, Anvita.”
Rajyavardhan said calmly.
“Did you sleep with him?”
Anvita felt she was going to faint.
“Rajat? No! I'll die before I did that!”
“But how did you escape from him?”
“I drugged him.” Anvita sighed. “He had come with some drug which he mixed in Atul's drink to get him to sleep. I found it in his jacket when he was gone to the washroom. And I mixed it in his drink to sedate him. And he slept here until morning.”
“And Atul also slept here?”
“No. I pulled Rajat down and made him sleep on the floor. Atul slept on the couch.”
Rajyavardhan grinned.
“So you were clever.”
Anvita nodded slightly.
“But if you were clever, he wouldn't have dared to come after you, Anvita. Women are smarter by their instincts but some of them get confused in the long run. You should know why I can't swallow what you said about Atul. He's a very straight soul. Anyone can manipulate him with a few tricks. And it hurts me often. I wanted him to endure the pain of being betrayed. But it doesn't mean I wanted you to do it. Never. And neither have I wanted him to break apart. I want him to learn that the world is a bit harsh. This is how it is. When it is time, you must tell him you've done this. Whatever it is, you must confess.”
“I don't understand. Why are you trying to make him something he's not?”
“He believes he's the epitome of loyalty. He believes he's the follower of righteousness. But no, I don't see it.”
“What do you see?”
“I see a man who will one day sleep with your sister. Or a friend.”
“No! You're trying to trick me again.”
Anvita shook her head in despair.
“It doesn't matter what I'm doing, my child. What matters to me is what you would do when you come to know of his betrayal. What would you do?”
“I don't want to talk on this. No, dad.”
“I want to hear it. You'll tell me.”
His eyes had her frozen on the ground.
“What do you want to hear? I have no choice to do anything. I can't even cry.”
“Then don't cry.”
Anvita stared at him. Her chest was moving up and down quickly. She felt powerless.
“Dad...”
“Don't cry. Don't confront him. Let him fuck your friend. Or your sister. Or your colleague. Or a neighbour.”
“Dad...”
Anvita burst into tears suddenly. No. This wasn't what Anvita wanted to confront. She collapsed on the floor and wept like a woman who lost everything. 
“Why this is happening to me?” She ranted. “I didn't want any of these. I'm a simple woman...”
“No woman is simple, Anvita.”
Rajyavardhan said; his voice firm enough to stop her and stare at him. Hot tears rolled down her cheeks.
“What about mom? Your wife? Atul's mom?”
“I don't care about her in that regard. She might have had her attractions, who knows?”
For one moment she felt this man was insane.
“What about you? Have you cheated on her?”
“Many times.”
Anvita was stunned, not by the revelation but the blatant way in which he said that.
She couldn't take it anymore. She shook her head and wiped her tears and got up.
“I was a fool to call you here. I thought you'd help me out of this.”
“Out of what?”
“Out of...”
Anvita stopped. Suddenly she felt she wasn't worried about it. She felt there was nothing to discuss. Except for my friend. Ankita. Or a colleague.
“Dad, you're a really dangerous man. I shouldn't have...”
“Do you think you have a problem now?”
“Yes, I do. I still think Atul is a cuckold.”
“That is because you still wish him to be one. Because that's the only way you can get rid of the guilt. When I told you to undress, I saw your facial expression. I consider it very genuine because you don't want to undress to me. There's a manner in which people react to certain actions, Anvita. If Atul had seen you fucking that boy, he wouldn't have made it the wedding place. It's a tall building, my child. It's easy to end one's life here. And his face that I saw this morning isn't of a man who likes his wife to get fucked by someone else. He's a man. He knows how to do it himself. Do you have any doubt about that?”
“No.”
“Then?”
“But he was very aggressive in bed that night.”
“What did he do?”
Anvita hesitated.
“Tell me.”
“He ...He went down on me.”
“That's it?”
“He made me cry.”
“Speak up, cut this bullshit and speak up Anvita. When will you get rid of your awkwardness?”
“I had a mind-blowing orgasm that night; actually the first time with him.”
“Is that a big deal?”
“No. I mean yes, until then, it was.”
“It was your lucky day. The first woman I slept with was one of my friends’ elder sisters. And I couldn't make her happy for long. Then one day I learnt the trick and did it. It was her lucky day.”
“How many women have you slept with?”
He ignored her question.
“What happened on the night you had dinner with the boy?”
“With him?”
“No; with Atul.”
“That night too, he was very aggressive. He stayed on, for longer and...and he gave me... orgasm.”
“And you think it's because he's a cuckold?”
“No way. But I have other reasons to believe. First, he allowed Prithvi to lick my feet. And then...”
“Wait. He allowed Prithvi what?”
“Prithvi licked my feet. They had an argument over the habit of foot worship. And Prithvi said he's ready to lick my feet because he thought my feet are beautiful.”
Rajyavardhan looked down at her feet. Anvita felt embarrassed, for unknown reasons.
“They indeed are. And you mean to say Atul enjoyed it?”
“No. He said it was gross.”
“That's a genuine response.”
Anvita fell silent.
“And then?”
“Then after dinner, Atul went out when I was doing the dish.”
“Where did he go?”
“To the parking lot…to get my bag from our car.”
“Who did keep it there?”
“I did, actually. When we returned from my home we had a lot of grocery bags in our hands and we forgot it.”
“I see. And he suddenly remembered it after dinner?”
“Not exactly. I had told him to get it back when I realised in the evening. He said he'd get it back later.”
Rajyavardhan remained silent for long. He was thinking. Anvita's eyes remained mostly on the floor, occasionally glancing at him.
Then he spoke.
“Whatever the evidence you’ve quoted doesn't prove he's willing to share you with others, Anvita. People are dying to judge others in today's world. This happened with you too. More than him, it is you whose brain is filled with doubts and fantasies, and somebody has fed into you about this shit idea. You readily believed it because you liked the possibility. I told you, it's a lie that's convenient to believe. You'll start fighting the idea when you face the reverse. I'll give you an idea, just to make a point. On that wedding eve, you saw some footprints on your balcony. What if it wasn't his? What if he had returned but had gone to someone else's apartment? Like your neighbour, umm...Neeti, that's her name, isn't it? What if Atul went to her, to meet her secretly, and then returned to you?”
“But I saw the door opposite was open. I hate your idea anyway.”
“Did you see him there?”
“No.”
“Then? It could be the house owner.”
“But Atul won't do it.”
“I know. But my wife too thought the same about me. Atul thinks the same about you.”
“No. Atul...”
Anvita didn't want to talk any further.
 
The doorbell rang. Anvita wiped her face with a towel and opened the door. It was Rajat.
“Hi, Anvi. How are you?”
“Fine.”
Anvita said.
“May I come in?”
He asked.
“Come in,” Anvita said and let him in. “Let me introduce you to my father in law.”
Anvita added pleasantly.
Suddenly she felt Rajat must meet him once. Rajat walked over to the hall and greeted Rajyavardhan.
“Hello, uncle.”
Rajyavardhan looked at him coldly and slowly nodded.
“Hello.”
“Dad, this is Rajat, our neighbour.”
Anvita said.
“Don’t make me just a neighbour, Anvita. I am a close friend too.”
“I see.”
Rajyavardhan said.
“Have a seat, Rajat. Give him something, child. Tea, coffee or whatever.”
“No, thanks, uncle. I have to go.”
Rajat said.
“Are you sure?”
“Yeah. I came to talk about this,” Rajat walked to the empty aquarium and began to inspect it. “I’ve heard about the fish. It died, isn’t it? I’ll bring another one; I’ll bring it in the evening if you fill the water. Or do you need any help?”
Anvita looked at Rajyavardhan. He shook his head sideways.
Anvita turned to Rajat.
“No, Rajat. Don’t bring new fish. I insist you take it back.”
Rajat turned to her, surprised.
“Are you sure? You liked it, didn’t you?”
“We are too busy to take care of it. I hardly remember to feed it.”
“Come on, you took very good care of it, I know. And don’t worry about it. I’ll help you with the fish feeds. You don’t have to…”
“No, Rajat. Take the aquarium back. Keep it in your house. Buy a new fish when Pooja comes.”
Rajat looked at her and shook his head.
“Okay, no problem.” He turned to Rajyavardhan. “And see you later uncle.”
“You can take it now.”
Anvita said.
“No, I was leaving actually. I’ll take it later.”
He said and left.
Anvita let out a sigh.
“So this is the Rajat.”
Rajyavardhan got to his feet.
“Yes.”
“Interesting guy. He’s a very good friend of Atul.” Rajyavardhan made out and walked over to the aquarium. “And he wants to keep his aquarium here.”
He shook his head to himself and held the aquarium stand and then gave the glass structure a push. It fell onto the floor and the glass panes shattered into many pieces. Anvita was astounded.
“Dad! What have you done?”
“Next time when he shows up, tell him to get a new one for himself.”
Anvita knew what he meant.
Never give a chance.
And Anvita was sure Rajyavardhan has made his assessment on Rajat with just one look. And it was exactly what he wanted to understand. She felt good.
She phoned Atul and told him that she accidentally knocked it over while cleaning it. And she asked him to inform Rajat readily. She didn’t want Rajat to show up at her door in the name of an aquarium.
 
That night Atul came home early.
Rajyavardhan sat with him in the hall.
“Your friend Rajat had come here today. He wanted to put a new fish in his aquarium. I saw him. I saw where his eyes were. He’s a wolf in a sheep’s skin, my son. I think you are aware he’s sleeping with one of your neighbour’s wife and he has eyes on your wife too.  You know me, I can’t be wrong about this. Take my advice. Don’t give him a chance.”
Atul looked dumbfounded, and he looked at Anvita. She didn’t know if she needed to say anything.
“I’m not saying he’ll take advantage of her. I’m saying he’ll try to take advantage of you.”
“How?”
“Yesterday I saw how you came home. I am very glad about your job and earning profile; you make me proud. I haven’t spoken to you like this before, but I want to tell you this, I am proud to call you my son. Your wife had told your mom about your promotion and she told me. I had come to tell you how much I value your success. But yesterday, the way you showed up wasn’t anything to remember.”
“I am sorry, dad.”
“It’s okay to have a couple of drinks with friends and colleagues. But it should be on your terms. Yesterday was Monday. If a person like you can’t say ‘no’ on a Monday, then it’s time to stop. You’ve shown me there’s nothing you can’t do, my son.”
“Dad…”
“Never again. This is the first time I’m asking you something that’s about you. Can you do it?
Rajyavardhan forwarded his hand to him. Atul grabbed it quickly.”
“Never again. I promise.”
“Oh my God!”
Anvita said.
“Did you just promise you won’t drink again?”
Atul smiled at her.
“I won’t.”
Anvita had no doubt.
 
That night Atul was happy in bed. He kissed Anvita and thanked her for her help in mending with his dad despite his tough demeanour. Anvita kissed him back and soon they were making out passionately. Atul threw away her clothes and hurriedly bent down between her legs.
Anvita moaned and cried and she wondered if Rajyavardhan too would ever listen to the sounds of her pleasure. The thought was arousing. She later got on top of Atul and rode him, driving his dick deep into her hole. When he came she got off him and stroked him with her hand to make him ejaculate, and then sucked him clean to make him hard again. As she lay on her back and allowed him to invade her slippery hole yet again, she remembered Rajyavardhan’s words. Atul has no idea about any of your betrayals. Atul was pumping smoothly into her and he was making her body weak with each of his thrusts. He was right. Atul is not a willing cuckold. He’s a perfect husband. Anvita's hand crawled around him and made a circle around his neck. She pulled him down and kissed him harder. A minute later, she was letting out a scream.
When she walked out to Rajyavardhan in the morning he stopped doing yoga and looked at her.
“I don’t need coffee. I don’t need tea. And I know what you did last night. Now, go.”
Anvita smiled.
“What do you know about last night?”
Rajyavardhan did not answer.
 
Rajyavardhan was preparing to leave before noon.
“I hope your doubts are cleared. Be a good wife to my son.”
“I will. Thanks for clearing my doubts. I believe what you said. I was dumb. “
“I am not worried about Rajat. We can handle him. You can handle him. But it’s Prithvi who’s troubling me, my child.”
Anvita was surprised.
“Why?”
“He gives the impression of an innocent soul. From your words, I have a mental picture of him. No one can doubt him. That’s why Atul let him play with your feet. Atul can even take his infatuation as harmless. Yet, he has slept with you twice.”
Anvita nodded.
Prithvi is very clever, indeed.
“His did it twice, not because he’s clever. If he was, he wouldn’t have left you dry on the second time, when you willingly gave in. He’s the one you can say no, but you seem to have missed the trick here, twice.”
“What should I do with him?”
Rajyavardhan stared at her for a long moment.
“You are a woman who has this thing for adventure, Anvita. If you don’t retire at the right time, you’re gonna pull out a lot of…you know what I mean. I suggest you give this nineteen-year-old…”
“He’s twenty-two. I learnt it recently.”
Anvita interrupted.
“Twenty…twenty-two… whatever! I suggest you give him one more chance. Invite him for a day. Have fun. And be convinced that Atul is better than him.”
“What are you saying, dad?”
“Tell him this is his last chance. Tell him to do his best.”
“No. I can’t do it. I don’t want to.”
“Stop pretending, Anvita.”
“But why?”
“You need to stop.”
“I can stop now.”
“But you are not convinced.”
“Of what?”
“That the best one for you is the one you already have.”
“I can’t believe you are asking me to cheat Atul, again.”
“I can’t believe you either when you say you won’t.”
Anvita was speechless. She sat there silently for long.
Rajyavardhan got up, finally, beginning to leave.
“Dad, you told me you had cheated Atul's mom. Didn’t you feel any remorse?”
“I did. But there is one thing about remorse. It makes you feel better in the long run. It can’t make you stop committing the same mistake again. The only thing that can stop you is your determination.”
“What made you stop?”
“I once got the mother of one of Atul's friends pregnant.”
“What!”
“After that, I started thinking about others. It was wrong. I still can go around fucking them. But I can stop myself. Do you like chocolate?”
“Yes; why?”
“I suggest you buy a chocolate every day. And don’t eat it. Practice saying no to yourself. The devil is inside you, Anvita. The one who controls it is the saint.”
 
When Rajyavardhan was gone, Anvita sat in the couch, thinking for long.
Can you be a saint?
 
A couple of days later, Manjot was removed from his post. He was arrested and was soon out on bail. However, he got arrested again, on Friday.
Ankita's visa was sanctioned and she returned to Canada on Monday. Atul and Anvita went to the airport to see her off. Anvita remembered Rajyavardhan's words.
“I see a man who will one day sleep with your sister.”
Anvita felt sick. She cursed herself for joking about sharing Atul with her sister. She was glad Ankita did not stay with her. It will never happen. Ankita is not going to come back soon. Anvita assured herself.
 
Even though Anvita was not satisfied with Rajyavardhan's suggestions and predictions, his visit had brought her peace. Atul had completely stopped drinking. And Rajat had no reason to knock at her door. Two weeks later, Atul came home and told Anvita that he had a spat with Rajat.
“He made some creepy comments about you. I didn’t like it. I gave him a warning.”
He told Anvita.
“What did he say?”
“He said you are a woman who’d like to have a threesome.”
“What!”
“A threesome. Suggestively me, you, and him.”
“That’s bullshit.”
“Of course it is. We aren’t speaking anymore.”
“I like it. I don’t like him anyway. He’s not a good friend. Dad was right.”
Anvita hugged him.
 
A couple of weeks later, on a Monday were their first wedding anniversary. Anvita wanted to invite everyone in their neighbourhoods for dinner. Atul agreed. They booked a banquet hall and arranged for an elegant four-course dinner. They together visited all the apartments in the building and invited them all. Their close friends and colleagues were also invited.
Anvita chose not to invite Varun and Radhika.
“If we invite them, then there will be too many to invite.”
“What about Prithvi?”
Atul asked her.
“If he’s here, then let's invite him.”
Anvita said. She thought about buying chocolate. And don’t eat it.
Atul phoned him and invited him.
“He might not make it. He’s coming to Delhi this weekend but he can’t be here on Monday.”
Atul told Anvita later.
That’s good. Anvita thought.
 
They were all set, before Friday. But then, Friday evening, Atul came home with a message Anvita didn’t want to hear.
“I need to go to Mumbai tomorrow.”
“No. Don’t tell me this.”
Anvita said quickly.
“It won’t be an issue, Anvi. See these tickets. Tomorrow evening flight. Sunday noon return flight.”
“But you are always ready to change it.”
“Not this time.”
Atul took her in his arms.
“I know this is more important. Believe me.”
Finally, she agreed.
“If you make any change in the plan, then mark my words, I’ll right away cancel the anniversary dinner.”
She warned.
 
That night Prithvi called Anvita.
“I can’t make it on Monday. So my advanced wedding anniversary wishes to both of you. I know it’s not right to wish over the phone. I have bought a gift for you. Can I come tomorrow? You both will be there?”
“Come before eleven. Atul won’t be here after that.”
“Where is he going?”
“Mumbai.”
“I’m also leaving tomorrow. Evening flight to Bangalore. So I’ll come in the morning.”
“Okay.”
When he put down the phone, she remembered Rajyavardhan's words.
I suggest you give him one more chance. Invite him for a day. Have fun.
Anvita's heartbeats were on a sharp rise. Tell him this is his last chance. Tell him to do his best.
Anvita felt her throat dry. Her body was becoming warm against her control. The one who controls it is the saint.
She had told Prithvi that Atul would leave by eleven. What if he came after eleven? Can you stop him? Can you stop you yourself?
Yes! Anvita decided quickly. I will stop him. I will say no to him. Dad was right. You should control the devil inside you. That’s all you need to do.
Anvita kept assuring her.
 
She was going to sleep when she remembered the chocolate she had bought in the evening. It was still in her bag. She took it out and decided to keep it in the refrigerator.
She had walked over to the kitchen, and she had opened the door of the refrigerator. But just before she could keep in inside, she paused.
Her eyes were stuck on the chocolate, on its attractive wrapping. She knew how it would taste inside.
Yummy.
She turned her eyes off it, and then smiled, and innocently tore open the wrapping.
 

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Guys this update will be a bit late. I need 3-4 days more.
Apologies.
And thanks for support.

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Guys I'm very sorry for the delay. I couldn't come back to the story due to some personal needs. It took more time than I thought. Thanks for your patience.
Next update will come on Saturday.

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Finally, I'm back to my writing. I know I have exhausted my right to list excuses here. So I'm not doing that.
I just want to thank all for the patience and for believing me.
Here's the update.

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Chapter 57

Atul

Atul was in the market when he saw a not-so-familiar figure approached him with a pleasant smile.
"You are Atul, right?"
Atul turned to face the women who looked in her forties and wearing a well-shaped kurta.
"Yes?"
Atul's facial expression compelled her to introduce herself. Her name was Rima and she lived in a nearby apartment. She was a teacher.
"My daughter talks a lot about you and Anvita. She's a great fan of both of you."
Atul smiled.
"That's pleasing to hear."
"My daughter Disha, she's in twelfth standard this year, she has something to talk about Anvita every day. They meet every day on the bus to the metro and she's so amused by you guys. She keeps asking me and her papa to be like you. I laugh at her that our time is gone, but she never agrees. So I was curious about you."
"Guess I didn't disappoint you."
Atul quipped. Rima smiled, showing her straight teeth.
"You'll impress anyone. Disha wants to be like Anvita. She wants to buy what Anvita wears to the office. She's found out where Anvita shops and eats from, and she's got her hair done like Anvita. Now she's telling me she's gonna get a body like Anvita."
"Does Anvita know about it?"
"Of course she does. I ask Disha to study well so that she'll also be blessed with a wonderful husband like you in future. She wants us to invite you for breakfast one day."
"I think you've made my day I'm gonna invite you the whole family to our place."
Atul ended up having a coffee with the woman. And he promised Rima he'd visit them with Anvita one day.
It was not the first time when some unknown person had walked up to Atul because of Anvita. Many were too impressed by her beauty and manners that they just wanted to see who was her husband. And Atul felt proud every time that he was the perfect partner of Anvita.
If his meeting up with Rima was a deliberate event by the latter, his meeting with Sonakshi was incidental.

It started when Atul decided to throw a dinner for his colleagues to celebrate his promotion. He had invited Maniesh too.
The dinner was fine and everything went smoothly. When Maniesh took Atul aside for an intimate chat he was waiting to be asked about Ridhima.
However, Maniesh didn’t mention a single word about her. Atul was annoyed.
"You seem to have lost interest in my friend. May I know why?"
Maniesh stared at him for a moment.
"You know why, don't you?"
His defiance irritated Atul further.
"I think you're scared of her. It doesn't suit you, Maniesh."
"You want to have a word about it. Do it, Atul."
"Not a word, Maniesh. What I wanted is action. What is stopping you?"
"Why should I act when we all know there are no casualties."
"No casualties?"
Atul looked at him contemptuously.
"Your friend tried to bang her, Maniesh!
“She went to his place. Did I ask her to go there?”
“His place? It was your house, Maniesh.”
“It’s not my place. If you're referring to the inscription on the door, then let me tell you MS is for Manjot Shrivastav, not Maniesh Sain.”
He revealed.
"Come on Atul, don't make it a big deal. My friend, he didn’t do anything other than trying. If he wanted it, he would have had it."
Maniesh moved forward and patted on his shoulder. "Let me tell you something, Atul. Manjot Shrivastav is a real monster. Don’t try to pick a fight with him. He’ll finish you, let me warn you. I am giving you this advice only because I consider you as a friend. And you are an asset to Walzec.”
He added.
Atul remembered the story Anvita had told him.
Suddenly he knew he had a way to deal with Manjot.

He took Sonakshi's contact number from Anvita's phone and called her later.
“Sonakshi, this is Atul Rajyavardhan from
Walzec systems Pvt Ltd. I want to meet you in person, I have something to discuss with you.”
“What is it?”
“The subject is a bit personal. It’ll be appropriate if we meet in person.”
“Okay.”
“So where are you comfortable for a meeting? I suggest it be a place where Mr Manjot cannot see us.”
There was a moment of silence from the other side.
“Is it about Manjot?”
“It’s about you, Sonakshi.”
“We can meet at my apartment.”
Sonakshi gave him the address. Two hours
later, he was at her doorstep. It was on the third floor of a six-storey building.
A woman in her late twenties answered the
door.
“Sonakshi?”
“Yes.”
“I’m Atul.”
Sonakshi's eyes widened with admiration that took Atul by surprise.
"I know you. Please come in.”
Sonakshi unlocked the safety lock and let him
in.
"How do you know me?"
Atul asked.
"I've seen your photos with Anvita. You're Anvita's husband, aren't you?"
Sonakshi smiled and Atul noticed the dimples on her cheeks. With big eyes and chubby cheeks, she looked very cute.
For a moment Atul felt he was at a wrong place. She didn’t look like she was fed up with a rude boss who would like to use her as a sex toy.
Sonakshi served him some fruit juice.
"Anvita is such a sweet girl and a great friend. Whenever I ask her about her dress choices she mentions your name. You've got a talent in that, I'd say."
She said. Atul smiled and kept the juice on the centre table.
“I am here for one of my friend, Sonakshi. She has a problem with Manjot. And Anvita told me you also have a problem with him. That is what I am here to talk.”
Sonakshi’s face grew serious. Atul was studying her.
“Whether this meeting goes fruitful or not, you have to maintain confidentiality. I’m trying to help you out of the situation because with your support my friend will also be benefited.”
"Anvita must have told you everything. And I don’t know how you think you can help me out of it. There is no way out. I am a lonely woman. I have a family in my hometown to look after. I can’t afford to fight with Manjot. He’s too big and a monster.”
“Monster,” Atul smiled. “I’ll help you to kill that monster.”

Later that evening Atul phoned Ridhima.
“Are you still thirsty for revenge?”
“Hungry, I’d say.”
“I have found a girl who can slay the guy. All you need is to support her. She’s a victim.”
Atul told her about Sonakshi and gave her number.

Sunday Ridhima visited Delhi and met Sonakshi and promised her a job at Chetak engineering. Ridhima had advised him to stay away from the meeting. She certainly didn't want to bring him any trouble.

Next evening, Sonakshi made a couple of tweets and created a storm in social media.
Two days later, Manjot was thrown out of
ArmPro, and was arrested.

A week later Ridhima phoned Atul and mentioned about the adoption program
she had been in touch with.
“Now I’m at peace, Atul. I am going to adopt a girl child. This is the only thing that I am looking forward to these days.”
She was very emotional.

After Rajyavardhan's visit, Atul had quit drinking. Rajat was the most disappointed soul in his decision.
"This is very stupid, man. It's okay to be in control, but why torture yourself like this?"
"I'm in control only if I can say no."
Atul didn't give in to his persuasions.

A couple of weeks later Rajat invited him to his apartment.
"I'm bored without your company, man. I promise I won't offer you any drink."
He though took out chilled fruit juice and Atul sat with him. Rajat served himself with whisky. After a while, Rajat was talking about Anvita.
"Did she like my gift?"
Atul had actually forgotten about it. He didn't even know what she did with the lehenga.
"She liked it, dude. Why shouldn't she like it? You've got it stitched well."
"I hope I'll be seeing her flaunting it again. She looked gorgeous. Like a super hot model. Did you like what I did with the blouse?"
"Yeah. That was some creative work. You surprised me."
"I was a bit worried if you'd be angry because it was some sort of liberty."
"You were worried?" Atul laughed. "Sell it to someone else, dude. I know you're not like that."
"No, no. This was different. Even I was surprised that I got nervous in front of her. I've become a fan of her. You must tell her."
"She knows."
"Really?"
His eyes shone. Atul felt he was drunk.
"She's a woman, dude. They know what men think of them."
"That's true. What's difficult is to know what they think of us. I often wonder about our secret neighbour Shiva's wife. Have you seen her?"
"Yeah, but rarely."
"I think she likes me."
Atul was stunned. He stared at him and then smiled.
"So, are you seeing an opportunity?"
"No, never, man. I'm just saying we can't make out what's in our wife's mind."
"Why does it puzzle you?"
"It's fun to think about it. I have to admit this. You're my friend and I hope you won't beat the shit out of me. That night, after our dinner it was tough for me to stop thinking about Anvita."
Atul was alert in a second. And he was curious as well. He casually took a sip from the fruit juice.
"What's your point here?"
"You know what I'm talking about, don't you?"
Rajat was looking deep into his eyes. Atul knew Rajat was trying to take the conversion somewhere but the sottishness was failing him.
"You are truly impressed by my wife. I can see that."
"Thanks for nicely putting that, my friend. You're so lucky."
"Thanks."
"I envy you. I mean I really really envy you for having such a fine woman. After that night I kept thinking about how you'd be making out with her. I'm sorry if I'm breaching your privacy but I was helplessly driven to think that way."
"It's okay. Don't be remorseful."
"Thanks for saying that. That's how our crazy minds work. It's bad but it's very fun when we talk about it, isn't it?"
Atul was wondering where he was taking it.
"You wouldn't agree with me, but I would like you to have a word about it with Anvita."
"About your crush for her?"
"No. About any crush she has for anyone else."
"You must be joking now!"
Atul's response was quick.
"I'm serious."
"You've got a dirty mind then, and I'm not surprised."
"You'll be surprised if you asked her."
Rajat was nonchalant.
"Ask her what?"
"Ask her! In your intimate moments, ask her."
"Ask what?"
"Ask her, like, who does she want you to be while making out with her."
"That's ridiculous."
"You have no idea, buddy. Shiva's wife is giving me this look and I'm sure she's thinking about me when she's fucking her husband. If I want to, I might get to fuck her. But I'm not going to do anything more. Enough is enough, I love my wife. I won't cheat anymore, I've made that promise myself."
"That's good for you."
"But I'm curious about Anvita. Aren't you curious?"
"Your curiousness is okay. If I'm curious, that means I've got doubts about her. I can't do that."
"Come on man, ask her once."
"No way. We better end this conversion right now."
"Yeah sure, I don't wanna embarrass myself. But I just want to advise you that the women who look calm might be hiding something."
"What are you suggesting?"
"I'm suggesting you should test her. Because you don't know what's in her mind."
"You're feeding nasty ideas into my head, Rajat. Let's call it a day."
Atul moved in his seat and grabbed his glass.
"What's wrong in testing her, man? You've got nothing to lose but it'll clear your mind."
"But..."
"Let me tell you how to do it. It's easy. All you need is to put her in a vulnerable situation and watch."
"What is that vulnerable situation?"
"Leave her in the company of a handsome man. And watch her behaviour."
"And you think she's gonna go on to sleep with the guy?"
"No way man. But you can see how she behaves. Is she happy? Is she flirting with the guy? Does she see it an opportunity to, you know, later fantasise about him?"
Atul wanted to walk away.
"And you want to play that handsome man part?"
"Come on man, that's not what I meant. It's not about me, it's about Anvita."
"It's foolishness."
"I'm just suggesting. It's all up to you."
I'm not going to do anything that you suggest.
Atul had decided.
"Okay. Let's say we test her, for your happiness. It's bullshit I know."
"No, don't do it for my sake. It's very tough to accept but I have felt Anvita have some liking for me. She loves to get compliments from me. During our dinner when she wore that dress I could see it, I could see it that she was enjoying to show off her beauty to me."
Atul hated him more than ever.
"You're saying insane things about her. You're drunk, Rajat."
"Why don't you ask her, Atul? That's all I'm asking you."
"What do you want me to ask her? Like, 'do you fantasise about my friend'?"
Atul's voice rose but it didn't stop Rajat.
"That won't give us any answer. I suggest you do another dinner. Without any drink. Just food. Fine, gentle chat only. And then ask what she thinks of me."
Atul stared him for a moment. He laughed a little. "And she'd say she's crazy about you?"
"No, she'd say what a stupid question is that."
"Definitely it's a stupid question."
"But then you say you've noticed something crazy about her and you've been thinking about it. I mean, like having a threesome."
Atul stared at him.
He remembered his dad's words.
"Your friend Rajat... He’s a wolf in a sheep’s skin, my son. I think you are aware he’s sleeping with one of your neighbour’s wife and he has eyes on your wife too.  You know me, I can’t be wrong about this. Take my advice. Don’t give him a chance.”

Rajat was going on.
"It's just a suggestion. Or you may tell her that you're a bit aroused about a kinky fantasy. Tell her you're finding it hot to think about her in bed with me. She's not gonna be very positive about it but her reaction may surprise you."
"What the fuck!"
Atul yelled and jumped up. His facial muscles were tight. "Enough, Rajat. Stop this nonsense. I'm sitting through this doesn't mean I'm enjoying this bullshit. You're confident about me beating the shit out of you but if we keep this on I'll be doing that."
"Atul..."
"Shut the fuck up. I have stopped drinking, and I have now stopped partying with you."
"Atul we're just talking."
"You're shaming my wife. Enough. I know you've wanked thinking of my wife, keep doing it. Hell!"
Atul stormed off.

He couldn't believe he let Rajat talk this far. A threesome with Anvita. Bastard.
It was his fault he let him talk this far. Atul thought.

When he told Anvita about his spat with Rajat, she was quite happy. She said she never liked him.

Atul had to thank his dad for making him quit alcohol. Finally, there's something good between us, he thought.

As they planned the wedding anniversary, Atul phoned Rajyavardhan and invited him.
"You have my blessings, my son."
He said.
Atul was happy.

Friday Ridhima phoned him.
"Atul I want to meet you urgently."
She didn't spend time exchanging pleasantries that she usually does when she phones from office.
"Anything wrong?"
"It's urgent."
"Monday is my wedding anniversary. I was going to invite you."
"I...I... Atul I want to meet you tomorrow. It's urgent. Shall I book a ticket for you?"
"You're making me nervous."
"I'm nervous. Don't say no to me."
"I don't want to but..."
It was a tough decision. Atul was sure Anvita would be upset if he took he committed to a trip just a couple of days before the anniversary. But Ridhima was pleading for it.
She was not saying anything. Atul's head was filled with speculation. He thought it could be Manjot finding out his role in putting him in jail.
Or it could be something by Maniesh. Or about Sonakshi. Or is it about Walzec?
Before Atul could make a decision, Ridhima booked flight tickets and sent him the itinerary. The return ticket was for Sunday.
Atul was perplexed.

As expected, Anvita was disappointed.
"This is wrong Atul. Don't do this to us."
She cried. However, she relented when Atul showed her the booked tickets.
"Promise me you won't change the return journey."
She said.

Atul phoned Ridhima later.
"Can't you just give me a clue what is it about?"
"I wish I could do that but this is something I can't tell you over the phone. If you're not sure, don't come to Mumbai. I'll come to Delhi. I'll find a place near the airport. But you must come there."
From her voice, it was evident that she was not feeling well. He had heard that voice before too, and he knew she was deeply stressed.
She needed help, Atul was sure.

Atul didn't tell Anvita about the change of plans. He was tensed in the morning, without having a clue why.
"What happened to you? Are you okay?"
Anvita hugged him from behind. He was getting ready. He smiled and turned to her.
"What happened to me? Nothing."
"Prithvi said he's coming with a gift for us."
Atul took her in his arms.
"That gift is for you. Not for me."
He said.
"How do you know?"
"He's always trying to impress you not me. Fanboy stuff!"
Anvita smiled brightly.
"Then I have a gift for you."
She said and kissed him.
"Not enough."
Atul persisted when she broke the kiss. Anvita laughed and tried to move away. But Atul pulled her closer and kissed harder. Anvita gave in, and let him devour her lips.
"Your lips never allow me to stop."
Atul whispered.
"Don't stop then."
Anvita smiled and kissed him again. Atul turned to the side while kissing and looked at the wall clock. Anvita noticed him.
"What?"
"I've got enough time."
Atul quipped and pulled her to bed. Anvita fell on her back, laughing. A minute later, Atul was on top of her, plunging into her. Anvita lay struggling to breathe and gasping with the sudden invasion. She kissed him tenderly and removed her top herself. Atul paused a moment to release her bra and licked on her nipples. They had become slightly hard. Atul ran his tongue around them in circles. And then he began to move his hip again. He had grown to his thickest shape and it throbbed inside her warm hole. He went on with the rhythm and soon he was there with an irresistible temptation to fill her with his love juice. As though having read his mind Anvita put her arms around him.
"Fill me... don't pull out..."
Atul looked into her eyes and with a gasp, he shot his load into her. He panted heavily as he felt he was leaking all his strength into her.
"I love it when you fill me."
Anvita whispered.
"You're safe, aren't you?"
Anvita pinched his cheek, "of course I am, my idiot baby!"

Thirty minutes later he was leaving for the airport.
"It's bad I can't meet Prithvi, isn't?"
He asked.
"It's okay. I don't know why that idiot is late anyway."
Anvita replied.

As they came down to the parking Atul saw Mohit also leaving with a small trolley bag. It turned out he was going to Nagpur.
"Wow, that's great. You guys can give company to each other."
Anvita quipped.
"Yeah, why not?"
Atul forced a smile.
He ended up sharing the cab with Mohit to the airport and upon reaching there he had to walk in through the entrance. He didn't want to tell Mohit that he was not going to Mumbai. Once Mohit moved to his airline counter Atul took a U-turn and sneaked out of the airport.


Ridhima had arrived and had lodged in a five-star hotel five kilometres from the airport. She was waiting for him in the lounge. She wore a long white dress and looked leaner as she stood up seeing Atul. And she looked anxious, forcing Atul to do away with any comments on her looks or their meeting after such a long gap.
"Let's go to the room."
Ridhima said. Her voice carried the weight of emotions she was struggling to contain.
"Okay."
Atul followed her.
The spacious suite was impressive with amenities and decor but Atul spent no time checking them out. He sat with Ridhima in the couch.
"Tell me, Ridhima. What's bothering you?"
Ridhima looked at him and took a long breath, and her lips quivered.
"I'm pregnant."
Atul was stunned.
"What?"
"I'm pregnant. Six weeks."
Ridhima repeated readily. Atul kept staring her for long.
Six weeks!

Six weeks ago they had sex at her home. Twice. Both the times she had let him cum inside her, assuring him with a story that made her pussy the safest place to dump a man's live seeds without worrying about an outcome.
And here it is.
He remembered how she was asking him to cum inside her when he had begun to pull out of her.
"No! You don’t have to. I am safe…I mean I am the safest… I can show you my reports if you insist…”
"How? I mean... how did this happen?"
He felt like an idiot himself for asking it but Ridhima was not going to be offended. She was at fault.
"I'm sorry Atul. There's been a huge..." She stopped and cried. She grabbed his hands and blubbered. "They were cheating me. I wasn't infertile. I was fooled."
"What are you saying?"
"Sudhakar has been pulling wool over my eyes for so long, Atul. He is the one with a problem, not me. But he never told me this and he tricked me to believe... those test results... those reports... doctor's assurances to cure me... all were fake. They were never meant for me. It was all Sudhakar's plan. I don't know Rihaan is involved, but I don't think he would care if he knew."
"But why?"
"It's all about money, Atul. He wants me to be hopeless, and a failed woman. He wants to bring me under his mercy. And he succeeded in that so far. If I have ever been kind to him then it was not because I loved him but I felt he was unlucky because of me. I believed what he wanted me to believe. I believed his doctor friend and I took all the medication he prescribed. Sudhakar made me believe he's against adoption and he wanted to keep me with him, without any real hope, and that’s why he had played this game throughout my life."
"What did he say now?"
"I haven't met him. I wanted to tell you first."
Atul swallowed and took a long breath.
"Okay, so we have this situation. I'm sorry for what they've been doing to you. It's... it's... What are you going to do now? Sue them?"
"No."
Ridhima said quickly. Atul stared at her puzzled.
"No?"
"I don't want to fight."
Atul held her hand and patted tenderly on the wrist.
"Ridhima..."
"I want to keep the baby. That's why I came to meet you."
Atul was stunned.
"What! Are you crazy?"
His voice rose beyond his control.
Ridhima grabbed his hands tightly.
"Atul. I came to ask you for permission."
"What the hell!"
Atul shook her hand off him and moved an inch back.
"No. Ridhima, you should abort. It's just six weeks."
"Atul..."
"No!" Atul raised his hand in the air. "Don't complicate our lives with mistakes, Ridhima. I don't want this child. I will have a child but Anvita will be the mother, not you. It's a mistake, don't keep it."
Atul was startled and he couldn't believe that Ridhima suggested this. Suddenly he felt he was in the wrong place.
Yes. It's the wrong place. It's a wrong woman.

Atul remembered how careful he had been with Anvita to avoid pregnancy. Despite pressure from parents they had rigorously followed
precaution measures to perfection. He was always aware of her safe days and lately he had mastered the trick to pull out well in time. There had never been an instance where Anvita needed to conduct a pregnancy detection test because everything was as they had intended.
But then, finally this!

He had messed it up, big time. Atul knew.
"Don't even think about it, Ridhima. I know you might be thinking of it as a blessing in disguise but it's not. My life... my life is at stake. How do you think I'll be able to face Anvita? My Anvita..."
He sighed. "Oh God! What a fool I've been! I love her so much and this is what I've done to her."
He shook his head in disgust.

Ridhima was in tears.
"Atul. I know it's wrong. But I want to make it a right. I know I could have kept this to me without telling you a word. You're the first one I'm sharing this with. I could have kept it from you but I can't live like that because I can't lie to me. I don't want to bring up my child as an offspring of betrayal. I don't want to look at my child's face and make myself feel it's been a mistake. No, Atul, it's not a mistake. This is a blessing and I want to take it. With your permission. This is the most important moment of my life. It changes everything. It changes everything I've thought about my life. Now I understand why I've been left to live a solitary life so far. It is for this child, Atul. Do you remember when you told me that bad times would pass and good times would follow? This is it. My life has been preparing me for this event and I can't be more grateful than now.
I know it might not go well with your life. You've got a wife and yourself to answer. But I want to promise you that I expect nothing out of you except your consent. Please allow me to bear this child. I will never come to you. I will never tell this child or anyone about you. I will raise the child myself, as a single parent."
Atul kept shaking his head in denial.
"No, Ridhima. I can't help you with this. You have come to me and sought my permission. And it shows how important is this. You can look at it as a blessing but for me, it's a blunder. My mistake. It's going to be living proof of my betrayal. I'm sorry to say this, Ridhima but it is the truth. I love my Anvita more than anything in the world and I can't make this mistake permanent. Please save me. Please let me out of this. Please abort this child, Ridhima, if you care for me."
Atul got up from the couch and knelt in front of her.
"Ridhima, look at me. Please."
It was a tough decision for her. Atul knew. She was betrayed by her husband. Having a child by someone else would be fitting revenge for everything. But it would also mean an unforgivable deception by Atul with Anvita. He was sure his life was about to collapse.
For once he remembered all praises and envious comments he had ever received for having such a wonderful wife and family.

"You guys are made for each other."
"You're a great couple."
"I wish I had a wife like yours."
"I wish my hubby was like yours."
"Perfect couple."
"Born for each other."
"Atul and Anvita. Wow!"

Atul could remember a hundred of them, even if he ignored another hundred.

All of them would be undone from this moment. Because he's not a great husband. He's a cheater. He had betrayed his wife. His love. His woman. He had bedded two women and he impregnated one of them. He had sown his seeds in the womb of a woman and she was now carrying his child.
No.
Atul wept inside. He got up and sank back into the couch.
"What a fool I've been. What have I done?"
His face was down to his palms and he couldn't stop tears falling from his eyes. Reality had hit him and it was hard.
"Atul..."
Ridhima began to say and Atul raised his hand.
"Don't speak to me, Ridhima. Leave me alone."
He was shaken. His world was destroyed.
"I'm so sorry Atul. I shouldn't have been in your life."
Ridhima was saying. Atul heard nothing. He had become deaf. When he finally looked at after a long gap, he wanted only one thing to hear.
"Promise me, Ridhima. Promise me you'll keep me out of your life. Let the child go. Die with it if you want to, but no. This child shouldn't be born. I don't want to listen to anything else."
His voice was firm and sounded strange to himself. But he didn't care. He had become a stranger. Ridhima was s stranger.
Ridhima sobbed and shook her head.
"As you say, Atul."
That was all he needed to hear. He leaned back on the couch and looked at the ceiling and lay idle.
As time passed, Atul felt better.
I'm a selfish guy. It's okay. Let it be like this.
He was determined.

He spent the night in the hotel with Ridhima. He tried to console her with words and silence. They mourned during dinner. They slept in the same bed, without touching each other, lost in their distant worlds.
In the morning they had breakfast like two prisoners who were just dumped into the same cell. Atul stayed until the lunch that was a formality. The riddle they were seeking the answer for was the same yet the answer they sought was devastatingly distinct.
At four o'clock, Atul began to leave. When he got ready, he wanted her to speak. And Ridhima spoke. This time she spoke with more strength.
"Eight years. Eight years I believed I was infertile. I felt so bad about it that I was ready to bear any torture from Sudhakar. I know a woman like me can't believe to think like that but it is the truth. Lately, I've been dying to have a baby. Ever since I registered for the adoption program I've been filled with the joy of being a mother. Preparing myself, teaching me to be a mother. How to love my child. And suddenly when I came to know that all my pain was a lie, it was nonexistent, you know revenge wasn't what I thought. I don't want to sue anyone for what they did. I was happy because it was your child. I loved you, Atul. And I became selfish instantly. It is wrong but I couldn't stop dreaming. It was like a fairytale came true. Every pain in my life was gone in an instant. Just a node from you could change my life. I had planned a lot based on that hope. I would quit from Chetak and migrate to the U.S. I would never see you. I would never see a man. And so on."
She sighed and continued.
"But all those dreams were based on a selfish choice. I'm sorry, Atul. I'm sorry after all the good things you've done to me I've ended up hurting you."
"I understand your pain Ridhima. But your dream can destroy the very life I have promised to my woman. I can't do this to her. All I want is to run to her and hold her feet and beg for forgiveness. When I sinned it didn't make me realise but now I understand what a dick I was. We shouldn't have met Ridhima. We shouldn't have met like this. We should've strictly kept ourselves professional."
Ridhima looked at him and Atul couldn't face he hopeless eyes.
"I'm leaving, Ridhima. I want you to call me one more time. And I want you to tell me you've got it done. Nothing else."
Atul said and he felt he was an executioner and he felt he had just pulled the lever of death. His command would end one life from the face of the earth.
But he had to do it.
Ridhima nodded.
"Okay."
Atul walked away with his head down.

He straightaway headed to the road and got into a cab. He first thought if he should hit a bar. On second thought, he dismissed the idea.
No, I should go home. Like a man returning from an official trip. Like a husband returning to his lovely wife. Like a saint who could do no sin.

As the cab moved he leaned back in his seat with a long breath. Exactly that moment his phone buzzed.
It was an email notification. It carried a message that would change everything he knew of his life.

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[krish_999]

Hello Krish

Created account only for your story. Great story and narration
Would love to read your previous stories

Can you provide here in pdf or posts

Hello Ajay,
It's really great to see people joining xossipy because of my story. Thanks for commenting.

My earlier stories are reposted by others here:
The Accident
Knowing my wife, Knowing me as well - part I and part II.

You can find links at the sticky thread for Completed Stories Index. Look for stories starting with 'K' and 'T'.


I thank all other readers for expressing your views, and for all the comments. Thank you so much for inspiring me to keep writing. I expect next update will complete by tomorrow. I'm hoping to post it tomorrow. If not, it will surely come on Saturday.

Keep reading and keep posting and keep cooking up theories :P. A lot of things are happening around here. 
With love,
Krish.

[krish_999]

Chapter 58

Anvita

The moment Atul departed Anvita began to freak out. She remembered Rajyavardhan's words.
"I suggest you give him one more chance. Invite him for a day. Have fun."
Anvita had refused to agree with his idea. It was utterly stupid.
"Tell him this is his last chance. Tell him to do his best."
No!
Anvita shook her head many times as if to assure herself that she was not going to do anything dad had told her.
However, as time passed, Anvita felt Prithvi was going to show up any time and she'd do exactly what dad had predicted.

On an impulse, she phoned Rajyavardhan.
"Tell me, child."
She heard his voice. For a moment she wished she was with him doing the conversation face to face. His brooding eyes were enough to protect her from any demons.
"Dad..."
She pressed the phone to her ear in an attempt to hear the sound of his breathing. She wanted him to be with her at the moment, holding her in his arms.
"Are you okay, my child?"
Rajyavardhan's voice was softer this time.
"I'm okay, dad. Atul has gone to Mumbai. He's coming back tomorrow."
"Are you scared? Someone's bothering you?"
"I'm scared but no one's bothering me apart from myself. My crazy mind."
"We can talk it out Anvita. Don't worry."
"Prithvi is coming...  he's... he's coming to gift us on the wedding anniversary as he won't make it on Monday. He's coming to meet me now."
There was a moment of silence from the other side.
"So?"
"I... Dad..." Anvita was at loss for words. "I don't know what's going to happen."
"What do you want to do?"
Rajyavardhan's question further choked her.
"Dad..."
"You're still stuck in there, Anvita. You haven't made up to move on."
"That's what bothering me, dad."
"Are you asking for permission?"
"What, no!"
"You have my permission."
"No, I... I didn't mean to..."
"Go ahead, Anvita. If he shows up, take him to your bed and give him whatever he wants. Do with him whatever you want. But before that make him promise there won't be another time. And you make the promise yourself as well and that's even more important."
"Dad..."
Anvita's heartbeats had shot up.
"It's okay, Anvita. I know how it is. It's tough to make a stand. But you don't love him, so it has to be easy."
"I thought you'd stop me. If you asked me to stop, then..."
"Then you would stop calling me out of shame when you fail to stop."
"I'm your daughter-in-law, dad. Your son... he loves me more than anything else... and you're not even thinking twice before asking me to sleep with someone else."
"I'm not asking you to sleep with him, Anvita. I'm asking you to stop. That's my point. You got to say goodbye."

The doorbell rang and it startled Anvita.
"Dad..." She let out a cry.
"Has he arrived?"
"I think so..."
"Okay. Promise me this will be the last one."
"I don't what to promise you. I mean I don't want to do it even now."
"It's okay, child. If you can stop now, then stop. But you must say goodbye today. He shouldn't show up at your doorstep after this."
The doorbell rang again.
"Dad..."
"Go, Anvita. It's going to be alright."
Anvita threw the phone on the bed and hurried to the front door and opened it.

Prithvi was standing there with a box-shaped gift with a shiny wrap. He had gained weight and sporting a nicely trimmed beard his appearance had visible changes.
"Were you waiting for Atul to leave?"
Anvita mocked anger.
Prithvi laughed it off. "I had some work. I too have a flight to catch, lady!"
He walked in and Anvita's eyes fell at the opposite door. It was locked from outside.

Prithvi sat on the couch and Anvita had a tough time facing him.
Has he come with a plan? Anvita wondered.
Prithvi asked about Atul.
"He went half an hour ago."
"Are you okay?"
He was studying her.
"Why? I'm okay."
"You look strange. You aren't even offering me any drinks."
"Oh, I'm sorry."
Anvita was embarrassed. She was acting strange, indeed. She began to walk to the kitchen and Prithvi stopped her.
"I was kidding, Anvita. I don't want anything. I have to leave."
"Oh, are you leaving?"
Anvita asked, and quickly regretted it.
"Yeah, I came to give you this gift."
He handed her the gift.
"You're just handing me the gift? No wishes?"
Anvita asked, trying hard to act cool.
"You should open it first. When you have the gift and if you like it, then I'll wish you."
Prithvi said.
"Oh, I see, you've come with a plan."
Anvita kept the packet on the centre table and undid the wrapping. There was a box, and inside it was a pair of sandals.
Anvita looked up at Prithvi and smiled, sheepishly.
"Did I surprise you?"
Prithvi asked.
"No way. It was an easy guess."
"But you didn't guess. So it's a surprise."
"You didn't ask me to guess."
"You like it?"
"Mmm... why not? It's beautiful. Thanks."
"Sit down here."
Prithvi led her to the couch and she knew what he was going to do. She stood there unsure of what to do. Prithvi took the sandal and guided her to the couch. Anvita sat down slowly.
"Let me help you put it on. This is how I'm going to wish you."
Prithvi knelt in front of her and held her right foot. Anvita was speechless. More than his free behaviour, she was taken aback by her own lack of response. She was neither shocked nor surprised by his moves. A sense of uncertainty had gripped her body and mind and she wasn't sure how she should react to him.
Prithvi's hands were soft on her feet as he slowly unstrapped the sandal and put her foot into it. He tightened the straps back and it suited her feet perfectly.
"Wow. Perfect."
Prithvi commented, looking up into her eyes. Anvita wasn't surprised at all. She knew how familiar he was with her feet measurements.
"I knew it would be perfect."
Anvita said slowly. She wished she could move away from him. However, she couldn't even turn her eyes off him. And she watched him lift her right foot and bring it to his mouth.
"Once again, happy anniversary in advance to the most beautiful woman I've ever seen in my life."
Anvita looked on as he said that and pressed his lips onto her midfoot. He looked up and smiled at her. "You know yours will remain my favourite face forever."
"Don't be overly romantic. These types of lines belong to Atul."
Anvita commented.
"But he's not here."
He said and kissed on her feet again. One after another he landed a quick series of kisses all around her feet from the toes to shin while caressing softly around the calves and ankles. As he rubbed his mouth over the instep the sharp edge of his facial hair tickled Anvita. She giggled as he lifted both the feet and rubbed his face between them. His hands moved upward along the calves and Anvita pulled back her legs.
"Anvita."
He looked up as if asking her permission and raised her skirt to her knees.
"No, Prithvi..."
Anvita tried to stop him and pushed the skirt down.
"This is not right. Stop playing, Prithvi."
Anvita's fragile voice didn't mean to stop anything. Prithvi's lips were dying to meet with her feet once again. The moment he saw the opportunity, he didn't want to leave; he wanted to seal it. He lifted her legs and licked around her feet with the new sandal still on.
"Please allow me to love you, Anvita."
He looked up into her eyes hopefully. Anvita shook her head.
"No, Prithvi. You always put me in trouble. We shouldn't come close like this..."
"We're not going to see anymore... this is the last chance, that too by luck. I will never get to see you another time like this."
"So what?"
Anvita got up. Prithvi got up with her and held onto her arms.
"Leave me," Anvita said.
"Please. Don't be so rude to me, Anvi."
Anvita pushed him away and further moved away from him. "Are you mad? I know where you're going to take it. It's so embarrassing that I'm still allowing you to touch me. We've made mistakes. Yes. To err is human but to persist in error is devilish. Don't you have any feeling about Atul?"
"I'm crazily in love with you, Anvita. But I have never tried to take you away from you. I understand how much you love him. I want to serve you as a slave, I want to make you happy in every way."
"Then go away, that's how you'll make me happy."
"That's not happiness. That's nothingness. Happiness is when you forget everything else and enjoy the moment. Let me serve you...just one last time. I won't ask you ever."
He fell to his knees and sat down on his heels. Anvita was angry. She looked down at him for long. She was breathing hard, and her chest was moving up and down.
"I...I can't."
She said in the end.
"Why? Do you think I'll hurt you? You think my promise is a lie?"
Anvita was remembering her father-in-law's words.
"I suggest you give him one more chance... Tell him this is his last chance..."
He was asking for the same thing.
"I can believe you...But I can't let you do anything."
"Why?"
"I... I'm tired."
She shrugged.
"What happened? You look fine. Perfect and gorgeous."
Anvita stepped forward and patted on his face.
"But I'm tired. Don't ask me about it."
"Is your period on?"
His doubt brought a smile on her lips.
"No."
"Then? You did too much work today?"
Anvita smiled again. "Mmm... yeah... kind of."
"Then believe me. I'll make you feel better."
"How?"
"You know how I'd do it. All you'll have to do is to sit down and relax..."
"Shut up, idiot."
She slapped softly across his face. Prithvi grabbed her palm and pressed it to his face and inhaled.
"Kind of special smell...mmm..."
Anvita was embarrassed in a second. She pulled back her hand but he held her tightly.
"Now I understand why you're tired!"
He said. Anvita couldn't stop smiling.
"Good then."
"Good? That's great! Oh my God! I'm not leaving now."
He declared. Anvita was stunned.
"Are you crazy? What are you saying?"
"Let's go to the room, Anvi."
"What?"
"Please, I beg you..."
"What do you wanna do?"
"I want to taste you."
"What!"
Anvita pushed him back and mocked a disgusted look. But it wasn't enough to dissuade him.
He moved forward on his knees and Anvita took a step backwards.
"Anvita..."
"Stop it, Prithvi. You don't know what you're talking. I... I had sex... with Atul, without wearing anything."
She revealed and it only brought a smile into Prithvi's face.
"Didn't I tell you what I wanted to do after your lovemaking with him that night?"
Anvita stared at him. She felt shy about talking about her lovemaking.
"I want to taste you. Let's go to the room."
Prithvi moved closer again.
"Oh, God!" Anvita put her palm to her forehead. "Do you have any idea how big a creep you've become?"
Prithvi giggled. Anvita pulled his hair, trying to annoy him.
"I know you'd enjoy being a creep. But for god's sake you please act a bit normal when you're with me. Live your fantasy when you're alone."
"I've been living this fantasy since that night, Anvita. Please don't say no. I'll do anything you say after this."
Anvita was astonished. She remembered his brother's wedding eve night when Atul had gone down on her after her unprotected sex with Prithvi. Unknowingly he had tasted the cum of Prithvi. Now he was asking to reverse the favour. He was volunteering to taste Atul's cum out of her.
The thought was dirty yet arousing; Anvita had to admit in her mind.
"You are unbelievably dirty, Prithvi. You need to see a therapist."
She said.
"I will. After this..."
He pulled her to him and his eyes sank deep into her. Anvita knew she could stop him but there was someone inside her who didn't want her to. Prithvi's arms went around her and his left hand moved upward to lock her completely. Anvita felt his palm behind her neck, and slowly he pressed his lips into her mouth. He kissed her and Anvita felt all the stiffening inside her body fading away.
Prithvi opened his mouth and pressed harder, sucking her lips possessively. He further cupped his palms around her face and looked deep into her.
"You are my goddess. Let me serve you."
He led her to the couch in the hall.
"No sex. Promise me."
Anvita demanded.
Prithvi smiled.
"I promise. We won't even go to your bedroom."
He knelt and took her feet in his hands and lifted her skirt to reveal her thighs. Anvita placed her hands on her thighs before the skirt was moved much. Still wearing the sandals, she sat holding her breath and watched as he began to kiss around her feet.
"You've got amazing feet. I always dream of licking it. You know that?"
"I know that, idiot."
He kissed along the shin while caressing her calves. He kissed her toes and ankles and rubbed his facial hair against her skin between the straps of her sandals. He worshipped her both feet with equal attention and then he moved up with his hands. Looking into her eyes he reached under her skirt and Anvita knew he was going for her panty. As he pulled it, Anvita found herself helping him by lifting her ass slightly off the couch. She bit her lips, unable to justify her own action. She felt it tough to meet his eyes.
"You're gonna like it, very much."
He assured while sliding it down to her feet without taking her sandals off and once he had it he simply brought it to his nose right away.
He was smelling it.
"Mmm...I love this smell. It's addictive."
Anvita's face turned red.
"Shit! You're such a gross."
But it was unbelievably arousing, Anvita had to admit. She watched him rub it all over his face before discarding it.
He then took a moment to take his shirt off, and Anvita was perplexed.
"Why are you taking it off? We ain't gonna do anything else, I warn you."
She said. She felt embarrassed for she had already accepted to fulfil his fantasy.
"Don't worry, my queen. I'm just making you feel comfortable..."
"Well, you just did the opposite."
Anvita quipped. She was watching his bare torso. She mentioned he gained weight.
"I have a job that doesn't let me leave my desk and my aunt just loves to feed me all the time. She's a great cook."
"And you're still hungry."
His eyes shone at her remark. He got up and lay her to the corner of the couch and pulled her hip toward him. Then he quickly went down between her open thighs. Starting from her inner thighs his lips inched closer to the centre, and Anvita lowered herself further backwards. She lay there and closed her eyes anticipating the moment. Her mind had gone blank for a moment. And when it happened, when his mouth met her wet lips, she grabbed at the armrest with her left hand and the backrest with her right.
The same wet hole that her husband was stuffing with his penis an hour ago was now being mounted by another man's mouth. Anvita's stomach convulsed, and she let out a moan.
Prithvi had made his way. He put his hands under her thighs and pulled her hip further to the edge of the couch and pressed his mouth harder into her pussy. Anvita's body was hot like fire, and she began to gasp and her stomach convulsed even more.
"Huh! Prithvi..."
Her hand reached for him very soon and she caressed through his hair.
Prithvi did not waste a single moment as he pushed his mouth more into her, and began to suck her wetness.
"Prithvi!"
Anvita cried.
"Mmm..." He responded, without stopping.
"Enough, Prithvi."
Anvita uttered through a soft moan. Prithvi looked up and smiled at her.
"You taste so sweet, you know that?"
"I don't know that."
Anvita said.
Prithvi's face went down again and he licked between her pussy lips with deliberate force.
"Aaahhh!" Anvita's grabbed his hair. "Slow!"
Prithvi looked up.
"I got his taste." He said, caressing around her thighs. "Atul's juice is still inside you."
"You're a dirty pig."
Anvita didn't tone down her words. Before she could regret it, he proved his worthiness again.
"Ask me to eat it."
"I don't want you to do it."
"Please..."
"Why are you doing this?"
"Make me do it. It's my fantasy."
"Eating my husband's sperm?"
"Mixed with yours..."
He slurped again.
"Mmm..."
Anvita moaned again. And soon she was asking him.
"Eat my pussy Prithvi... eat my husband's sperm... drink my juice..."
He kept slurping from her. He pushed his tongue deep into her wet hole and sucked all the wetness; only to make it wet again.
Anvita was enjoying it. She fondly caressed through his hair.
At one point he got off her and demanded her to feed him.
"What? How?"
Anvita wondered.
Prithvi wanted her to sit on his face and make him suck it. Anvita stared him for a moment and sat up. A smile blossomed into her lips.
"I don't know where you get these ideas. You are so dirty."
She got up and Prithvi lay on his back flat on the couch. Anvita climbed over him to place her knees at either side of his shoulders, and so doing she brought down her pussy into his mouth.
"Eat it now, boy."
She whispered, looking down at him. He was caressing around her thighs, and slowly his hands moved up to her ass cheeks under the skirt. Her skirt was fanned out over his chest.
Prithvi licked her lightly and looked up.
"What is this?"
He eyed at it.
"That's my pussy."
She smiled.
"No. Tell me the other word."
"Which one?"
"The C-word."
Anvita's face turned red in a moment.
"You dog!"
"Please say."
Anvita slapped him, softly.
"Eat my cunt, idiot!"
"Call me a dog and ask me to eat it."
"Oh God! How can you be so nasty?"
"You're my queen. I'm your slave."
He moved his face, rubbing his facial hair all over her skin. Anvita giggled and rose up slightly, only to bring it back to his mouth again.
"You dog! Shut up and eat my cunt, you filthy scum. Eat my husband's cum. You want my hubby's cum, right? Here, drink it. Drink it!"
Anvita had joined him in his fantasy, and she was pushing down her pussy more into his mouth. And when she came, she moaned and grabbed his hair to pull his head up to make him consume it all.
She was panting now.
"You watch too much porn. That's where you're getting this sort of dirty ideas!"
She said as she slipped off him to sit on the couch by pushing him to the edge. She pushed her skirt between her thighs quickly.
"You won't believe how much I wanted to do this from that night! I'll do anything for you, Anvita."
Prithvi smiled, still lying there.
"You're such a creep."
Anvita turned to him and she was stunned as she suddenly realised what he was up to: his pants were down to his thighs and his dick was out in its full view.
"What the fuck are you doing?"
Anvita yelled at him and pushed him away. He rolled to his left and almost fell on the floor.
"I'm sorry, I couldn't control." Prithvi managed to sit up quickly.  "But you don't worry. It won't harm you."
Anvita stared at him and she couldn't resist the urge to look at it again. It was still visible. Prithvi was slowly feeling it up.
Anvita kicked him.
"You idiot! You're still shagging, aren't you?"
"It's up, I'm helpless."
"Can't you just keep it inside?"
"You see it's kinda complicated. Can you help?"
Anvita laughed and patted in his cheek, "Well... handle this yourself. You have time until I return. Then you either get out or I kick you out. Understand, my doggie boy?"
"Where are you going?"
"Washroom. Why you wanna follow me there?"
Anvita wondered how she was talking so casually. She wasn't tensed. She had done her thing.
The sin.
"If you allow me."
Prithvi looked into her eyes. He was serious.
Anvita's eyes widened.
"What?"
"Can I come with you?"
"For what?"
"I want to have it."
"What do you want to have?"
"Your piss."
Anvita didn't hide her disgust.
"Fuck! You moron! Are you not human?"
"Please... Anvita... this is also my fantasy."
He touched her legs and she shook him off her.
"You have a lot of dirty fantasy. I can't believe this! I mean, how...?"
"Please... Just once."
Anvita rose to her feet and adjusted her skirt.
"I'm not talking to you. Get dressed and leave, you creep!"
She ordered and hurried to her bedroom, only to be stopped by Prithvi who stood up and blocked her way.
"Move away!"
"Anvita, please... I'm begging you. Just one more my wish. And I won't ask anything from you."
Anvita put her hands at her hip.
"I can't believe this. You were a nice student! What have you become?"
"Please... Let me drink it from you. I have cleaned your hubby's cum off you... this is just your pee."
"And you want to drink it? What's the fun in it? Move, I want to go in. I'm about to leak."
"Then I'm also coming. I'll hold my mouth open and you can... please..."
Annoyed and out of options Anvita tried to push him away. But he didn't let her leave the hall.
"Anvita... please... I'll do whatever you ask. Just one time."
"I don't want you to do anything."
"I'll lie down on the floor here and all you need to do is to pass it into my mouth..."
"I don't want to piss in here, you idiot."
"Then I'll lie down in the toilet."
"Can you just stop this nonsense? It's leaking, Prithvi."
Anvita yelled and slapped him, across his face. This time her hand was faster and harder, and enough to shock him. He put his palm on his cheek. Anvita felt sorry.
"I'm sorry, I... Please Prithvi, I'm begging you. For God's sake, behave like a human being."
Prithvi shook his head sideways and fell to his knees.
"I'm sorry if I hurt you. I'm sorry. Go, I won't stop you."
Anvita took a step around him and paused.
"Prithvi, I'll anything you ask, but not this."
He looked up, and Anvita saw his sad face filling with hope.
"Then come back without washing. I'll clean you up."
Anvita shook her head in disbelief.
"You'll never change, will you?"
"Can we have sex?"
He asked suddenly.
Anvita bit her lips. She felt a growing sensation between her thighs. She felt her urge to piss was suddenly gone. She didn't say anything and hurried to the washroom.

Anvita sat on the commode with her eyes closed and imagined how he was going to drink her urine. His mouth open, pressing into her vagina, he would let it flow into his mouth. And he would drink it like his favourite drink. It was gross, yet arousing.
Idiot!
Anvita thought about the dinner night they had a few months ago. In the kitchen, he had bent her over the countertop and pulled down her panty, and he had licked her between her ass cheeks. He was a man with so many dirty ideas. And that moment Anvita had fallen for it. She remembered how she wanted him to keep licking. She had become as dirty as him.

As she walked out, finally, she saw Prithvi waiting in the bedroom. He had no clothes on his body. His dick was still up, almost parallel to the ground.
Anvita smiled shyly.
"Shameless!" She punched him in the stomach. "No striping... and no kissing. Agree?"
Prithvi hurried her toward the bed and Anvita climbed onto the bed and bent over, on all fours. Prithvi placed a couple of pillows under her bed and then lifted her skirt.
"I've seen this fantasy a lot of times, Anvita."
"I know that."
Anvita said. Prithvi's hands moved all around her naked butt and hip. Anvita let herself relax and put her weight on the pillows, anticipating the moment. Prithvi soon proved to be more than crazy as Anvita felt his mouth behind her. Anvita felt her body catching on fire again. Prithvi started licking her pussy and soon moved up to lick the crack of her ass all over. Anvita moaned. Prithvi's hand went around her and Anvita had no complaints. After a while, she felt his finger pushing into her wet hole.
"Mmm..." Anvita gasp was a moan.
"You like it?"
"Mmm..."
"Does your Atul do this?"
Anvita didn't want to reply.
"Tell me..."
"No, he doesn't."
She said quickly. Prithvi pulled out his finger and rubbed his dick into her.
"I'm going to fuck you."
"Yes... do it."
He pushed it in very slowly, and Anvita ended up thrusting backwards to make it quicker.
"It feels so good... You are my queen!"
He bent over her hugged her and pushed deeper into her. Anvita had completely surrendered and she felt her body on fire.
"I love you, my miss!"
Prithvi whispered.
"Do you?"
Anvita hissed.
"Mmm... you're my Goddess. And I'm going to fuck you."
"Then shut up and do it. You don't have all day."
Anvita quipped. Prithvi stood up and began to move. Anvita felt the fire spreading all over her body as she felt him reach very deep.
"Aaaah...aaah..."
Her breathing was audible.
Prithvi bent down to feel her breasts. First over her top and then quickly inside to grab her nipples. Anvita raised her torso slightly to let him have his way.
"My Anvita...My baby... You are mine now."
"Mmm..."
Anvita kept moaning. Very soon he was standing straight again with his hands on her hip and fucking her harder and deeper. Anvita came in no time and she suppressed her scream by pressing her face down to the bed. Prithvi sensed it and slowed down to get her through and then pulled out. Anvita was panting heavily and when she turned she pulled him down to her and kissed him.
"I'm sorry I slapped you."
She said when she broke the kiss.
"It's no problem. I've enjoyed that."
He replied as he stood up.
Anvita lay there panting for a few seconds and got up.
"You haven't finished, have you?"
"I was about to."
Anvita touched his face.
"Do you still have unfinished fantasies?"
"I have one more wish. A blowjob."
Anvita smiled.
"Oh yeah. You definitely deserve one."
She gushed. Prithvi's eyes widened.
"Really?"
"Yeah. Hold on for a minute."
She patted on his cheek and went to washroom again. When she returned he wasn't there. Anvita wore her panty and adjusted her clothes and went to the hall. Prithvi was standing in the hall with just a towel around his hip. The bulge between his legs was still clearly visible.
She walked over to him and he showed her to sit on the couch.
"Here."
"I'm doing this because we're not going to see like this again, never again."
"I know."
He said.
Anvita sat on the edge of the couch with her legs together like a disciplined child. As Prithvi moved closer and stood in front of her, she looked up and pulled the towel. It dropped on the floor and his dick swung up in the air. Anvita was slightly embarrassed.
"Is this a part of your fantasy? Swinging it right into my face?"
"I guess you see a lot of porn."
He retorted. Anvita laughed.
"Yeah...I have nothing else to do in my life!"
Prithvi moved closer and Anvita's eyes were shifted to his dick. It was in its best shape, with the veins visible around it. A moment of staring and Anvita felt intimidated by it. She cleared her throat and slowly wrapped her fingers around it. It was hard. Harder than she felt when he was pumping it inside her. Harder than she could remember about Atul.
She held it firmly and shook it a couple of times. And then she leaned forward and slowly pushed it into her mouth. It was warm. And in one second she knew how it tasted. It had his taste mixed with her own. She took her hand off it and pushed it back to her throat. She had to open her mouth completely to let it in. When she pulled it out she pressed her lips around it. She heard a gasp from Prithvi.
"Am I doing it right?"
Anvita looked up, licking her lips.
"There can't be a better way to do this; I can't believe it's happening."
"But it's happening. I have never sucked my husband's dick with this much intent, you know that?"
"That's why I'll do anything for you."
"I know that."
She said and sucked him again. This time she held around its base and took only half into her mouth, this beginning to move her head back and forth. Anvita could see him gasping and his flat belly shaking as the pleasure began to grip over him.
"Oh, my Anvita... Oh my... aaah..."
Anvita moved non-stop and soon she felt it leaking precum. She took it out to slide her tongue around its bulbous head. Prithvi let out a moan.
"Aaah..."
Anvita smiled at him and resumed sucking him, swallowing all the wetness off him.
"Spit on me, Anvi."
Prithvi asked.
Anvita shook her head in refusal, without taking it out.
He touched her face to caress her cheek once.
"Shall I take it off? I want to see you. Please."
He grabbed her top and asked.
"But no touching."
She said. With her permission, he took her top off and undid her bra, and she sat with her torso completely naked. She was not a shy woman anymore.
"You're the most beautiful woman I'll ever see in my life."
Prithvi showered compliments on her. He didn't dare to touch her breasts though.
Very soon she was having him in her mouth again, making her naked breasts bob along. She kept going until it began to hurt.
"I'm about to cum... Anvita."
Prithvi panted and pulled him out of her mouth.
"Shake me... Anvi..."
"It's okay, I'll take it in my mouth if you want."
Anvita offered.
"No. I want to shoot it over your face..." He groaned his wish. "All over your face. This is my dream Anvi. To see my cum shattered all over your beautiful face."
And he did exactly that when he came. Anvita sat with her eyes closed as he stroked himself to ejaculate onto her face. He had been holding a huge load inside him so far, and as he shot it, it was enough to bathe her in it. Anvita felt his hot juice falling all over her eyes and cheeks and around her lips, and then dropping to her breasts.
And then she felt his lips mounting hers as he kissed her cum smeared lips like crazy.
"Oh my God!" Anvita laughed as it all came to an end. "What's this?"
"I've seen it a lot in the porns and it's crazy stuff. Nothing hotter than watching a gorgeous face taking your juice."

Anvita was surprised by her lack of complaint. She felt degraded but it was a turn-on. She felt she had never been a woman who wanted nice and beautiful things to happen in her life, but a whore who'd like to do dirty things. She felt she had been waiting for this for so long, and what her father-in-law had suggested her to do has been done.
I have retired, dad.

Prithvi was busy showering her with compliments again and Anvita wasn't hearing anything. She was smiling at herself, with a thought of freedom finally filling her mind.
She was now free. She was now the woman with a dirty past which would now be buried for the rest of her life. She could now go back to her loving husband, never to break the promise for the rest of her life.

Anvita took long breaths and brought herself into a calm state. She took her top and wiped her face and smiled at Prithvi.
"Stop staring at me now. Go and get dressed."
She put on her top again and said. She was getting up when her eyes fell on the shelf on the opposite wall. Her eyes shrank in disbelief and she jumped up next moment.

It was a mobile phone, placed upright perfectly between the books.

"What's that?"
She walked over and took it. Her mind went dizzy as she saw the screen: the video recording was on.
"What's this?" She turned to Prithvi, her eyes blazing. "You've been recording this?"
Prithvi's face had turned pale. He looked around in panic and grabbed the towel and tied it around his waist.
Anvita checked the phone again and cancelled the recording straight away.
"Tell me, you cheat!"
Anvita yelled.
"I'm sorry, Anvita. This isn't what you think. I..."
"Shut up! How could you do this?"
Anvita's lips were quivering. A thousand questions crowded her head in a second and she sat down, rubbing her forehead.
Is it the first time he's done this?
The thought sent shivers down her spine.
"Anvita... I didn't mean to harm you."
Prithvi knelt in front of her.
"I'm so sorry."
"Fuck you, idiot! And stop kneeling in front of me for fuck's sake! How could you do this to me? I trusted you, and..."
Anvita paused. Someone inside her was urging her to stop thinking and start doing.
"Come here. Show me your video recordings."
She commanded. Prithvi unlocked the phone and showed her the videos.
"There's nothing, Anvi. I was just doing it only for me. I thought it's very tough to see you again, so I wanted to keep a visual..."
"That's your excuse?" Anvita yelled. "You want bloody visuals and you recorded this?"
"I'm sorry. I told you I didn't have any wrong intention. It was for me only. I wouldn't have shared this with anyone else."
"Wow! You didn't have the wrong intention!" Anvita mocked a laugh, frying him with her eyes. "This is the wrong intention! You understand that?"
Prithvi was unable to look her in the eyes.
"I can't believe I did all this with you," Anvita said contemptuously.
She made a few taps on the phone and made it to the storage settings.
"Tell me the password."
She ordered.
"Four two triple six four two."
Prithvi said readily.
Anvita tapped the format button and initiated the 'factory reset' command. Prithvi watched helplessly.
"Anvita I'm so sorry... I had no intention to harm you. I can never harm you. It was a mistake, please trust me"
"The trust is gone, Prithvi. We have nothing between us. I'm going to forget you. I'm trying to forget this. You've hurt me more than anyone could ever do."
Anvita wanted to cry. Yet she held herself back for a moment. She waited until the formatting finished.
"You buy a new phone for yourself. Consider it's lost forever."
She said.
"Anvita please..."
Anvita looked at him as if to burn him alive. She got up and threw the phone on the floor with all her might. The phone shattered into pieces.
"Told you. Buy a new phone yourself."
She said. Prithvi stared at her, shocked, and shook his head slowly.
"I'm so sorry for my mistake. I thought..."
Anvita shook her head.
"Don't try to explain, Prithvi. We're done. Just get out of here. It's a request. Please, leave me to live a peaceful life. You wanted to fuck me, you did that. You wanted to get your dick sucked, you got it. You wanted to paint my face with your cum, and you did that too. Happy now? Now leave, please I beg you!"
Her voice rose higher with every word and Prithvi shook his head.
"I'm leaving. I'm sorry, I hurt you. I never wanted to hurt you. Oh God, what the fuck have I done?"
He mumbled and began to collect the shattered pieces of his mobile. He took all and handed it to her.
"I'm sorry."
"Just leave. Get dressed and leave!"
Prithvi was still wearing just the towel. He nodded and began to walk to her bedroom.

Suddenly the doorbell rang, startling both of them.
"Oh shit!"
Anvita yelled in sheer panic.
No, it can't be Atul.
She looked around, unsure of what to do.
No, it can't be Rajat.
She had seen his door locked.
"Let me see who it is."
She told Prithvi and hurried to the door and paused a moment to have a look at herself. The cum spots on her top had dried up and were unnoticeable. She looked through the peephole on the door.
It was Rajat.
What the hell!
Anvita couldn't believe her bad luck. She went back to Prithvi. He was still standing in the hall, too frozen.
"It's my neighbour. Go, hide in that room."
Anvita pointed to her right. "And don't come out, no matter what happens! You understand?"
"Yeah, yes!"
Prithvi said and quickly moved to the room. Anvita waited for him to close the door from inside and then went to the front door. The doorbell rang again.
She opened the door in anger. She looked straight into Rajat's eyes.
"What?"
Rajat smiled at her.
"Hi, Anvita. Atul is here?"
Anvita spent a moment to think before replying.
"Yes. But he's just gone to the parking. He forgot something in the car."
Rajat smiled again.
"Oh, that's wonderful. I wanted to see him. Can I come in?"
He walked in without waiting for her answer, and Anvita had no choice but to follow him to the hall.
"He... I'm not sure if he's coming right now. You can meet him in the parking."
"No, I'm not in a hurry. I can wait."
Rajat's eyes were intimidating her. Anvita had a tough time facing him.
"Okay. You'd like to have something? I mean, to drink?"
She knew she was behaving weird but she didn't know how to stop it.
"Yes. I'd like to have something." He slowly walked over to her. "You."
Anvita's throat went dry in a moment.
"Wha...what!"
"You heard me, Anvita. I want to have you."
He moved forward and Anvita took a step backwards.
"Anvita, I've waited for so long. No one in this world would show this much patience. And I want to end it today."
"Stop, Rajat! Stop!"
"Not today, lady. I've tried every trick in my book. This is the last option. I'm sorry you might not like it."
He said and grabbed her. Anvita tried to fight him, trying to run away from him, trying to escape from his grip on her wrist.
"No!"
"I know Atul is gone to Mumbai, Anvita. He's not coming to save you. But don't worry. He'll never know of this."
He pulled her closer and pulled her to the bedroom. Anvita protested, and her fight soon turned physical. But Rajat managed to drag her to the bed and he slapped across her face to fell her onto it.
"Listen to me, bitch! I'm fed up with your tricks. Today I'm going to fuck you. You only get to choose whether it's painful or not!"
He yelled and slapped her again. Anvita fell on the bed like a bundle of rags. She was too shocked to shed tears, let alone to shout again.
Rajat put his hands around her to lift her slightly from the bed and kissed her on the lips. He sucked her lips madly for a few seconds, and Anvita couldn't even push him away.
Rajat dropped her onto the bed and turned her around.
"I see you like it tough!"
He grunted and grabbed her hip and pulled her up. Anvita's felt her body weak, and her thoughts impossible to hold together. She was losing it. She was about to endure a man's lust. For real. For once again.
Rajat moved her body at will and brought her to bend on all fours. She lay as she had already lost it. There was nothing she could do.
She was weak. She was corrupt. She was a failure.
There was nothing she could do now. She heard the sound of Rajat unzipping and quickly lowering his pants, and all she could do was to bury her face into the bed. Next, she felt him lifting her skirt up, and then she felt her panty being pulled down.

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[krish_999]

No no no
All of you assumed wrong
Guy in the video is DEAD FRIEND of atul
And no one can see him as ghosts can't be seen in camera or mirror
Only atul can see him cause atul stole his compass box when they were in college

That one's a classic guess. I can't stop laughing.  :D :D :D :D :) yr):

[krish_999]

Update is coming on Monday

[krish_999]

Update is coming on Monday

Sorry guys. Need some more time. Tying up loose ends.
Thanks in advance for your patience and support.

[krish_999]

Chapter 59
Atul

A sense of loss had grappled Atul since the moment he walked out of Ridhima's suite. He had told the cab driver to take him to his home address, but he wasn't sure about facing Anvita at the moment. His only intent was to sit in solitude for a couple of hours. And he chose to ignore the phone buzz.

But it was his destiny that he had to open it.

His phone buzzed again, at the arrival of another important email, after ten minutes. Atul slowly pulled out his mobile phone and looked at it as if it belonged to someone else.

The email was an automatically generated notification from the file hosting service 'Dropbox' and its subject read "Dropbox was granted access to your Google account".

Though he had signed up for it long ago, he had never put it to use. And he thought there was a security breach.

But he didn't care about it at the moment. He didn't possess enough strength to be bothered about an online breach into cloud storage when his action had breached the core of his life with stupidity.

Ignoring the warning he casually swiped over the screen and he saw yet another notification. "We noticed a new sign in to your Dropbox".

It must be Anvita.

He thought as if to assure himself, and then wondered why she would sign in to Dropbox using his Google account. Out of slight curiosity, he opened the Dropbox and there was a folder named "New". Inside it was a file - in MP4 format. More than the curiosity to know its content, its huge size gathered his attention. Close to 2GB, it had almost used up all the free space provided by Dropbox.

It could either be a full-length film, or a surprising video.

For once, Atul thought he knew what it was.

It is a surprise gift from a loving wife to her wonderful husband on the eve of their wedding anniversary. It could be their moments, photos or even the wedding moments all put together to make an amazing movie.

Atul's eyes got blurred and he wiped it clear quickly. It was a pity that he didn't deserve her love, he felt.

He took his time to compose himself and then he opened it. He saw a preview image. It was a bed, his bed, and it quickly brought a contemptuous smile onto his lips before he touched the load button.

He saw the bed for a moment and then Anvita's face filled the shaky screen. She was placing the phone on the shelf. She took a few seconds to place it correctly.

When she was satisfied she moved away and Atul saw where she was. It was their bedroom. The bed was neatly arranged, and Atul knew what it was; at least he thought so.

He could instantly think about many of their lovely evenings where they had cuddled in their bed and eventually made love. He could think of how proud he must have been while living those moments. He could think of how he would love to possess those moments again.

But they were gone. He had proved himself unworthy of them. Unworthy of her love.

He couldn't think of a single reason to forgive himself.

With his eyes on the screen, he melted inside with shame. 

The audio was not clear. It was noisy because of a fancy dancing toy on the shelf and its sound dominated the audio.

When did she make this?

Anvita stood a moment near the bed and turned to her left.

“George…”

Atul heard her voice despite the sound of the toy. And it puzzled him. He thought he didn't hear it correctly.

But he had to believe when he saw George walking in after a few seconds. And Atul's heart nearly stopped as George put his arms around Anvita and pulled her closer. George's both hands were intact, and Atul realised in a second how old the video could be.

What's happening? What the fuck is he doing? And why is she standing like a statue?

Atul could see George saying something to her but he couldn't hear it. And then they kissed. George was the one kissing her and she was merely allowing him.

Atul couldn't believe reality. For once he thought he was dreaming. He thought he must have lost his mind because of the mental pressure he had been bearing for a day, and it was possible he could've lost control of his mind and perhaps this could be merely an outcome of that.

But there was no way to believe it wasn't the reality. The email was real. The notification was real. The video is real. And what he was watching was also real.

Atul's heart was pounding hard in a moment.

George was kissing her like a greedy man and as he went on swallowing her lips his hands were worming around her. Atul saw his right hand moving to her breasts and fondling her roughly.

Why isn't she shaking him off her? Why isn't she pushing him away?

George stopped kissing and told her something, looking into her eyes. Atul increased the volume but he couldn't hear any words.

George was turning her around. In the next few seconds, Atul watched his hands moving around her to grope her ass and breasts, and then him bending forward slightly to kiss behind Anvita's neck. It wasn't a thing to sit and watch. Atul swiped over the screen to fast forward the video. His heart nearly stopped as the scene loaded and started to play.

Anvita was bent forward on the bed and George was pounding hard into her!

"Fuck! Stop the car."

Atul yelled at the cab driver.

The driver turned his head.

"What?"

"I said stop the car."

"No, sir. I can't stop here."

The car was in the middle of busy traffic. Atul didn't know what to do.

"I need to get down. I need to get down here."

"What happened, sir? Do you want to go anywhere else?"

The driver looked at him through the mirror. Atul stared at him.

"Take me to a bar. Anywhere that's not crowded."

The driver nodded.

"Okay, sir."

Atul needed to sit down. His head was aching. His throat was dry. His hands were shaking. He had to go to a bar.

He turned his eyes back to the phone. George was completely nude behind Anvita and

Atul could see his back muscles moving as he kept fucking her.

Atul swiped the video forward again. George was still standing there, slightly bending over her, trying to reach under her to grab her breasts.

Her face was buried in the bed with her hair tousled around, and with his incessant ramming, her body too went down. He cared for nothing and pounded hard into her until he got tired. He held on for a few seconds and Atul knew he was unloading his sperm into her.

He was done, and he fell over Anvita, pressing her further on the bed. It seemed as if he was exhausted. When he got up, he pulled out of her and quickly removed his condom. Atul didn't feel a thing.

The bastard was using a rubber. Hell, so what?

Anvita was trying to get up. She adjusted her clothes and sat up. She was looking around, looking for something lost.

Is she looking for her panty?

George turned to her and squeezed on her shoulder.

The bastard isn't done!

He was talking to her and Anvita allowed him to push her down back on the bed. And he quickly settled between her split legs.

Atul ground his teeth and stopped the video.

George was going to eat her pussy. Atul couldn't bear even the thought, let alone the sight.

Why am I watching this? Why am I made to watch this? Whose nightmare is this?

Atul had lost his mind. He lost track of place and time. He lost track of his existence. Everything was a blur.

It wasn't anyone's nightmare but his life. It was real.

Atul threw himself into a sofa at the loneliest corner in the bar. He thought his life as a man and a husband would go on only until the moment he finished watching the video once. Either he would die heartbroken, or he would kill himself. There was no way he could live with it.

A couple of drinks without a drop of water had passed through his throat. When he thought he could do it, he played the video again. For the second time, he lived the sight of his lovely wife reducing herself into a piece of meat for the pleasure of this monster who had until then posed as a friend. He watched him take pleasure in pounding her hard first and then subjecting her to the filthy pleasure of having an orgasm by worshipping her married pussy with his tongue. And then, he, like a devil who had some point to prove to her husband, turned her onto fours again. While plunging into her George paused only once and that was to take a phone call.

Atul wished he could get a headphone so that he could increase the volume and listen to the sound whenever he saw George talking. When Atul saw him attending the phone call, he increased the volume to the maximum. The music playing at the bar made it impossible to hear anything.

Atul placed the phone on his ear and he heard George's voice.

“It’s your dear hubby, see?” George was saying. "Wanna talk to him, dear?"

A bolt of lightning passed through Atul's heart.

Dear! He calls her dear!

Atul looked at the screen and he saw George sitting on the bed. Atul's eyes stayed on Anvita.

“...please keep silence. Let me talk to your hubby.” George said and attended the call.

“I am so sorry, Atul. I am the most horrible host you’ll ever have, I concede.”

Another jolt hit Atul with a dose of reality as he recollected the day. He remembered how George had invited him to have lunch with them and then had vanished for two hours. When Atul phoned him, George had assured him like a perfect host. Atul heard his words again.

“I am almost halfway with the task. It’s the only chance I have. It’s an opportunity I’ve been seeking for so long. Don’t be bored, please feel yourself home.”

He was assuring to me! What a fool I've been!

Atul shook his head in disbelief.

He remembered how he had kissed Leona in the absence of George that day. He was regretful for his 'sin' when George returned, having no clue about the reality.

Atul could've taken Leona to bed and fucked her if he wanted.

For once Atul felt he was a saint.

A saint. A saint, a foolish one!

After ending the phone call, George turned to Anvita again and resumed his act. Atul watched him groan as he unloaded again, into a condom.

Later he would pull her up and kiss her, and her only response was a meek surrender.

It wasn't the woman Atul loved. It wasn't the woman he knew and cherished.

It was a woman who seemed to have a liking to be treated like a piece of dirt. For once Atul felt it would have been less painful if she had let George have sex with her as she did with him.

Why, Anvita? Why?

George had walked out. Anvita stood up and came closer to the camera. Atul's eyes were stuck at her face. She was tired. And her face was straight.

Atul felt his eyes blurred again and he couldn't keep it open.

He sat back and closed his eyes. He wanted to weep. But he couldn't do that either. He didn't deserve to cry. He didn't deserve to mourn his wife's betrayal. Because he had betrayed her too.

He didn't deserve to revenge his friend's treachery. Because he had been equally unfaithful to a friend. He had slept with his sister-in-law whose husband had considered him a friend.

Atul remembered a time when he had asked Neeti to stop seeing Rajat. He had asked her to stop cheating on Mohit. Because he thought of himself a person who would never cheat. He thought he had enough love for Anvita that would keep him safe. But it now turned out love alone cannot stop one from anything.

Atul ordered more drinks. With each one he played the video over and over again, living the pain over and over again. He thought he would stop after watching it one more time but he couldn't stop him going back to it after each time.

As he watched the horrendous sight of his loved one's face pushed into the softness of his marital bed, in his mind he rephrased every comment he had received for owning that woman.

"You make a great couple."

"I wish I was married to a woman like her."

"I wish I had a wife like yours."

"Perfect couple."

"Born for each other."

"Atul and Anvita. Wow!"

And Atul found out one thing at the end of numerous viewings. Anvita hadn't sent him the video as an anniversary gift. She only wanted to keep it safe. Perhaps she might have thought she was uploading it into her own Dropbox account but as the fate would have preferred it happened to be Atul's. Whatever for it was, it was in Atul's fate. He was hit with reality.

The woman he loved most in the world had allowed another man to have pleasure with her body. She had cheated on him months ago. And she hadn't dropped even a slight hint she could do this.

He remembered what Ankita had once told her.

“You know I miss good sex… You know a woman can't live like this forever.”

It was long ago. Long before he took her to bed and showed her what good sex meant. But he had no idea his wife was living the same fate; seeking the 'good sex' from someone else.

There had been several instances in the past when Atul had felt suspicious about Anvita. But every time she had managed to convince him that there was nothing wrong. His mind had developed a thought too peaceful to be ever threatened by such doubts.

There she is; my wife; my Anvi. She can't do ‘such things’, I knew it.

And yet, at the moment Atul couldn't even find a hint about how many times or how often Anvita had slept with George.

“I am very happy, Atul. There is nothing you need to worry. I love you.”

Atul still remembered how Anvita had comforted him during the earlier nights of marriage. Her soothing voice had been the last thing he used to hear. And now it seems so fake. So gone.

She wasn't very happy. There was a need to worry.

She wasn't happy because what she wanted was a monster, not a lover. Like Leona had once claimed, some women prefer the animals.

Atul's heart was breaking apart. He felt he lost because he had been the good guy. He felt he wouldn't have felt so bad if she had made love to a man who showed more affection. More love. A man who could justify her needs.

Why, Anvita? Why did you do this? Why didn't you tell me you weren't what I saw in you?

For you, what have I not done?

Atul had just asked Ridhima to abort her pregnancy. He had asked a mother to kill her unborn child. He had forced her to end the life of an innocent child. He had become an executioner. By denying a mother's right to give birth to her child he had done the gravest sin a man could ever do, and he had done it only for one purpose: to save his life with Anvita. He loved her more than anything else in the world. He was ready to take any punishment to undo a mistake he had committed to her.

And what she had done to him?

Atul knew his mourning would never end. If there was one thing that would give him the strength to endure that pain throughout his life, it was Anvita's love. And it was now proven fake.

Didn't I love her? Didn't I give her everything? Why my Anvi had to bear this pain?

Atul's heart went blank and remorse began to fill it. The pain was crucifying and Atul knew from now it would never elude him. He was going to live the life of a man imprisoned by remorse.

No one was there to forgive him. No one was there to solace him. No one was there to soothe him. He remembered Ridhima's sobbing face and it broke his heart into tiny pieces.

She had sworn to him she would never see him again. She had promised him she wouldn't welcome any man in her life. She would leave the country. She would quit her elite job. Her home. Her family. Everything.

In return, she needed only one thing. A nod.

And he couldn't do that.

Just because he didn't want to take any risk. He didn't want to lose the courage to look into the eyes of his lady. He loved her more than anything.

But it was now proven so overrated because he had lost it despite investing everything into it.

How can love be so corrupt?

Atul had lost track of thoughts. His phone rang, awakening him and bringing him back to the present.

It was Anvita.

Atul stared at the mobile phone screen and he sat like a statue until the call ended. He didn't want to talk to her. He didn't want to see her.

Except for one last time.

A perfect meeting. Face to face.

And that should be the last meeting he would do with anyone in this world.

Atul sat back and laughed at himself.

Perfect!

He had thought his life was perfect.

Was it?

He thought he loved his wife and she loved him back.

Really?

Suddenly he felt he had been blind. He was not seeing it. He had fucked two women. One was his wife's dear sister. And the other, well, he had knocked up her. And to make himself believe he loved his wife, he had ordered her to kill her unborn child.

And his wife? She had invited her husband's friend into her bed. She had let him relish her body in an unthinkable way. Atul was proud of owning the most beautiful girl he had ever met, and had treated her with utmost care and affection; only to learn now what she had been seeking was exactly the opposite.

How else could she justify her choice to have this man invade her body with this torturous act? He wasn't making love to her. He was punishing her.

And Atul thought it was for his sins she was getting punished.

They were not an ideal couple. Never.

Atul couldn't think of going home. He didn't want to see her. He didn't want to show her his pathetic face.

His life was a shattered one. It was gone.

It’s gone, truly. It’s gone.

Anvita called him again, after ten minutes, but he chose to ignore it. Perhaps she might have understood her blunder, Atul thought.

It's now time to meet her.

He decided and headed home soon.

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As the cab was pulled into the compound Atul was welcomed by a crowd outside the apartment complex. The crowd included a couple of security officer vehicles, media vans, ambulance and men who had gathered around in small groups. His head spun for a second as a thought crossed his mind.

Anvita?

He felt all the liquor in his stomach turning into gas and he stormed out of the cab.

"What happened? What's going on here?"

He yelled at the men.

Most of them were his neighbours. He knew everyone. Yet for a moment he could not recognise anyone. All the faces were gloomy.

"Hey, Atul! You didn't know? Our Rajat is gone, man!"

Somebody told him.

"What!"

Atul felt a heavy feeling in the stomach. He couldn't believe it. He couldn't believe anything.

However, eventually, he came to know the facts.

His neighbour was no more. He was found dead in his apartment a couple of hours ago when his brother-in-law came looking for him. 

"But how?"

Nobody knew a thing about what happened. For his family, Rajat was out of reach since Saturday noon. He hadn't answered any call from his wife since Saturday morning. What would have happened was a complete mystery.

Atul had forgotten about his problem for a few minutes. security officer had cordoned off the area. As Atul approached the cops, they took his details and escorted him to his apartment. Two officers were in a discussion outside Rajat's apartment. The door was open and Atul could see forensic experts inspecting the hall, probably trying to recover evidence.

One of the officers turned to Atul. His eyes were scanning Atul thoroughly and suddenly Atul was aware of his look. Even though he didn't feel drunk because all the booze he had consumed that evening had already evaporated, he could still smell it from himself.

Atul quickly turned to his door and pressed the doorbell.

As the door opened he saw her face. Tensed.

He walked in and she closed the door immediately.

"What happened? Why are you so tensed?"

Atul asked.

Perhaps he was drunk, he had the gut to think lightly about it- because he couldn't make out she was stressed for having to face Atul or for the death of their neighbour.

"Atul..."

Anvita began to speak and the doorbell rang. Atul answered the door. Two officers were standing there.

One was in uniform. He spoke first.

"You're Atul?"

"Yes."

"We want to talk to you."

"Of course, but I've just arrived after a long trip. Can I have a few minutes to be fresh?"

"Your wife told us already you were gone to Mumbai."

The man behind the officer in uniform was studying Atul and his eyes intimidated Atul. 

"Yeah," Atul glanced at Anvita briefly before he went on. "Yeah, I wasn't here since yesterday, noon. I've just arrived."

"You're drunk, aren't you?"

"Yeah, slightly. Any issue?"

"When did you come to know about Mr Rajat's murder?"

"Murder? What!!"

Atul was shocked. He struggled to put on a straight face.

"You don't know it?"

The officer pressed. Atul was already getting irritated.

"I've just arrived. My wife had phoned me but I couldn't answer the call. I had no idea about his death, and...how...I can't believe. But how?"

"It was a murder, Mr Atul."

The officer who was silently watching Atul so far took a step forward. His voice was hard. With a heavily built body and a thick moustache, he towered over the man in uniform and seemed the one in charge of the whole security officer thing.

"Your friend was killed with a fatal blow behind his head. One, perfect, well-intended blow; that's what happened."

Atul was speechless. He felt he was being questioned because he was being suspected.

"Your wife told us you weren't here."

Atul wanted to tell them the truth. But Anvita was right next to him. He was not going to let her know that he was with a woman for a whole day and night. He was not going to tell her why he was there.

Not before I confront her. He was determined.

"Yeah, I was gone to Mumbai."

He said.

"Do you have the boarding pass?"

"Mmm...no," Atul stammered. He knew it was just a matter of time his lies were undone. Still, he persisted. "But I can show you the itinerary. I have the tickets."

He pulled out his mobile phone and showed him the flight ticket from New Delhi to Mumbai. The officer checked it and nodded.

"Wonderful. I'd say very clever."

Atul was dismayed.

"Anything wrong?"

"Nothing wrong from our side, Mr Atul. Because we have your cell location for the last 30 hours. It's a hotel near the airport. We've verified with them; your name isn't there. So it's either a fake ID or a partner in crime. Your air ticket trick would look good for you. But it won't sell here, Mr Atul. If you understand what I'm saying, then you must have understood why I'm telling you this."

Suddenly Atul was hit with reality. He was being charged with the murder.

"No!" His voice rose but was shaky. "I mean...I can explain this."

"Did you board that flight yesterday?"

"No. But I can explain..."

The officer turned to the other, ignoring Atul.

"Arrest him!"

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[krish_999]

Ab dekhna ye krish phir hafton ke liye gayab ho jayega main ab sach mein xossip ko miss kar raha hoon wahan lots of writers te aur badiya bhi likhte the par yahan ek hi hai aur woh bhi bahut hi egoistic (jab mera mann karega tab main update post karunga readers ka kya hai ye sab to aise hi hai) yehi thinking ho gayi hai aaj kal ke writers ki xossip hota koi punchta bhi nahi inhe bahut acche acche writers hue hai unhone to kabhi readers ki request ko Nazar andaz nahi kiya par krish ka to kaam hi ban gaya hai ki request ko nazarandaz karna shayad iski bhi real life mein aise hi thukra di jati hogi jiska badla ye idhar leta hai. Ab Mubarak ho tum akele hi likhna aur akele hi padhna

F*** U

I am so sorry for making you wait for so long my friend. I know how much people have been waiting for this update; in fact, a few last updates have been quite slow. I didn't come up with an apology with the latest update because I am fed up with myself doing it so often. But what can I do? It is not a copy paste trick. I have to imagine it, write it and hold all the story together. It's the time to tie up the loose ends, and I can't miss them. So I have to go back to earlier episodes, and it is far more time consuming than the earlier chapters. I have already explained this.
Anyways, whatever that point maybe, two weeks waiting period for one update is painful. I heard you and others. And what I can do now? 
All I can say is that I will try my best to post next update sooner. My promises are broken many times here. So no one's going to take this one seriously. There is no point in giving promises that you've been breaking every weekend.

Thanks for not holding back your feelings. Reps added for that.
Hope to see you around here.

[krish_999]

wow wow wow... what an twist in  the story...


amazing thriller

What an anticlimax never expected. Thanks for the unexpected update and don't know how it goes ahead from here I m done from this story may be nothing interesting. Only left over is anvita point of view which is not interesting with murder sequence  ha ha ha

what is the man? you are fooling us aisa kab hua tha phle

ab jara next update bhi de do aur jaldi se complete karo is story ko

waiting for the updates, give us all final updates on tomorrow kal Sunday bhi hai to aap ko koi pareshani nahi hogi.

Wow ..u nailed it... Unexpected turn in story .no one would have tought about it that it was Anvitas blunder.. eagerly waiting for next update

As expected it's George... But you Kris what writer you are
. You are making the readers to stand in their toes.. after every update all readers would gone mad man .. now what can I say... I have no words man..

It was George.. You skipped recording part then, and now you are disclosing it..  WOW...

Rajat died. Hmmm. He was killed with one shot in head.

Guessing the culprit is not possible in such thrilled situation.

Again, we have to wait for 2-3 weeks for next update.

Un-imaginable, @Krish_999 you are brilliant.

Keep on writing always.

Waiting for so long make it unpleasant experience I don't know why krish doing it repeatedly what is he expecting from us? accolades for keeping us dry and wet  banghead:

I have spent two weeks to come up with one update. And you guys spent no time to give feedback. It's really encouraging. I really hope I won't keep you wait this long next time.
Thanks for the support, guys. I welcome positive and negative comments alike. No issue.
Keep posting and keep reading.
Krish.

[krish_999]

Saturday night but where's the update? You said this time wait shouldn't be long

Hamesha ka yehi hai banghead: acchi story hai aur acche writer na hote to ab tak gadiyan diye hote tum par

I'm on it... I'm on it..!

[krish_999]

Sorry for asking this
But are you deliberately making us to wait to increase the eagerness for the story?

I'm so sorry you had to ask this.
I am not deliberately making you to wait here. It's been more than two weeks since the last update and I only know how miserable I feel about it. I actually think now people might be starting to lose interest in this story, and that's a writer's biggest fear. I don't know how to deal with it; there's no shortcut.
I don't know if this information makes you feel better: I'm pretty close to finishing the 60th chapter. The problem that I face is in my head I'm running all over the world of Atul and Anvita, that I'm having visions of 61th chapter when I think of 60th; they are closely related - like two sides of a coin- and I keep flipping them. Perhaps my 60th chapter maybe late, but I think the 61th would come without any delay.
Thanks for the patience and support. And also my heartiest gratitude to themaskediter for your words.

Keep reading and keep posting.
Krish.

[krish_999]

Chapter 60

Atul

Everything had gone upside down. Atul stared at the officer and the latter returned a suggestive look at him as if there was nothing to speak of. For him, Atul was the murderer.
"Why should I kill him? This is nonsense!" Atul shook his head in denial. "He's my friend, officer!"
"Friends can turn into foes, mister!"
Said the officer in uniform.
"But why? There has to be some motive, right?"
"You better tell us that!"
"If he isn't coming, use force." The senior officer looked at the other and walked out in a hurry. Atul swallowed.
He felt like a game was being played against him, to trap him. He imagined walking with the cops with his hands cuffed and face down, avoiding the stares of his neighbours. No one would believe he killed Rajat. But then everyone would be forced to believe it. Everyone would cook up stories. Nasty stories.
His photo would be on the front page of newspapers.
Techie murders friend. The news would state. For what? They would complete the news with a story.
Techie murders friend over suspicion of affair with wife.
"No!" Atul cried. "Why don't you believe me? I haven't done anything wrong. I hadn't gone to Mumbai; you've got it right, I agree with that. But I was in Delhi, in a hotel, with a friend in whose name the suite was registered. You won't find my name there because the suite was booked by my friend. I knew about Rajat only when I got here...."
"You can explain it later. We don't have time for it now."
"Oh, come on! This is insane! You've no proof of anything. You only know I wasn't here and I lied about where I was. But I wasn't here, for god's sake! Doesn't it prove I am not the one?"
"It's pretty obvious that you want to prove you weren't here, Mr Atul. You've played a game and you've lost. Stop trying too hard. More evidence will follow; we know how to find it."
"Why don't you talk to the hotel that I was at?"
"We shall talk to your friend. What's his name?"
Atul took a second before he answered.
"Her name's Ridhima."
His voice was weak. He knew Anvita was right behind him. And he knew she wouldn't have missed it, no matter how quietly he spoke. Suddenly he felt he should have followed the cops.
"Ridhima! So it's a she!"
The officer nodded at him with a sense of cockiness. Atul felt powerless.
"And you were with your friend for the whole 30 hours, without walking out for even once?"
The slight grin on the cop's lips said it all. Atul was left to defend himself.
"She's the...a... she's working at Chetak Engineering Ltd. My company - Walzec systems - has a long-standing business relationship with them. We had some issues to solve..."
"You have a lot to tell, we know. You should come with us, Mr Atul. We know you want to co-operate with us."
"Of course I want to co-operate with you. But I'm not ready now... I have my problems. Look at me. I've spent the whole evening in a bar. Let me get some peace, please!"
"What problems do you have? I'd like to hear it."
"It's work-related stuff. It shouldn't be your concern. Why don't you just talk to the hotel and confirm my friend's name there."
"Mr Atul, you think you're saving yourself. We've seen this a lot and..."
Atul shook his head out of irritation.
"Okay, officer. I understand you're not in the mood to listen. Take me where you want." He turned to Anvita. "I'll be back right away, Anvi. You've nothing to worry. You know I don't need to do this."
He assured her. Anvita appeared too stunned to react, and Atul couldn't make out whether it's his arrest or the hint of his betrayal that had left her shocked.

The officer escorted Atul to the security officer van. The senior officer was waiting there.

Atul was aware of a murmur of shock spreading through the crowd. He was just thanking the cop in mind for not putting a handcuff on him.
No one is going to believe it. No one. Atul kept assuring himself.
"What happened Atul?"
Someone from the crowd asked aloud. Atul turned to the voice and forced a smile.
"Nothing. Nothing happened."
He said aimlessly. He couldn't decide who he was talking to.
The cops were soon surrounded by media personnel. The officer was giving out a statement.
"We have got solid clues about the killer. We need more evidence to verify it. We're awaiting the postmortem results. That's all for now. Please move back."

Atul couldn't believe how they were conducting the investigation.
Solid clues about the killer.
Their evidence was just a couple of wild guesses.
Are they trying to trap me? Are they in a hurry to close the case right away and take the fame?
No motive. No witness. What kind of evidence do they have?
It was absurd. Atul thought.
However, all his confidence vanished as soon as he began to notice the faces around the van. Everyone was stunned. Some had already begun discussing him. His belief that no one would take the security officer seriously was now looking out of place as everyone seemed to have bought the security officer statement. And everyone was going to be busy cooking up nasty stories about him and Anvita.
Atul couldn't stop thinking about the next day's news line.
Shit!

The van moved. Atul turned to the officer and began to say something and then hesitated.
He won't listen.

The van stopped in front of the security officer station. People were already looking at Atul like he was the murderer. He could sense an uneasy feeling creeping under his skin. He was taken to a room with a table and two chairs, and very soon the senior cop with the thick moustache greeted him.
"Take your seat, Atul." The cop led him to a chair and then settled down on the other across the table. He quizzed Atul for fifteen minutes.
"Mr Rajat was one of your close friends. So I want you to give me an honest opinion about him. Tell me something that his other friends aren't aware of."
The officer said in the end. Atul had an intuition that the officer already possessed more information about Rajat than he ever did.
"Rajat had an affair with one of our neighbour's wife. I don't think anyone else among his friends knows about this."
"I see. What's her name?"
"Her name is Neeti, she's Mohit's wife. Please promise me you'll not drag her into this. A couple of months ago Rajat told me he stopped seeing her."
"Do you think this affair has something to do with his murder?"
"No. Not at all." Atul said readily. "But that's what I know about. He could have had other affairs as well. He was not a man of..." Atul paused and coughed, as he felt at the back of his mind that he no more deserved to belittle Rajat for the infidelity.
"I mean to say he was always looking for opportunities." He added.
The officer kept staring him in the eyes for a long moment before he spoke.
"I'm giving you a chance to prove yourself, Mr Atul." He said and turned to his fellow officer. "Get me to his friend, Senapati. I want a first-hand report. Give him five minutes." He instructed and looked at Atul.
"If there's a word that you've spoken about your neighbour's wife that turns out a lie, then you'll live the life of hell right here in this room! Do you have me?"
Atul shook his head. "But I told you not to drag Neeti's name into it. Her husband does not know about it. Don't destroy a family."
The officer ignored him and walked out.
"First you save your ass, man. Then try playing the hero," Officer Senapati stepped forward and opened a diary. "Give me your friend's contact number, name, age, and address."
Atul let out a sigh. For the first time, he felt good about being in the security officer station.
"Her name's Ridhima. She's... around forty years old and her contact number is..."
He was even ready to confess how he had knocked up her, in case the officer wanted to know.
Senapati followed his senior officer after writing down all the details. Atul sat alone there in the middle of the empty room, and tension began to mount again.
What if she denied it?
Atul remembered how reluctant she was to approach cops when Manjot had tried to bang her. She's a high profile woman for whom nothing matters more than her social image. Going on the record that she spent a whole day and night with a young man who's been charged with murder would drag her name into dirty speculations. To save her from the hardship, all she would need to do is to refuse to acknowledge the truth.
"Our meeting lasted just a few minutes. I don't know where he went and what he did after that," she could say.
Fuck! Atul kept scratching his forehead.
Officer Senapati returned after twenty long minutes.
"Your friend is standing by your statements, Atul. I'm sorry for the inconvenience you've faced. Our only aim is to nab the culprit as quick as possible."
Atul let out a sigh of relief. Finally.

He was made to sign a few papers before he was finally let go. For a moment he thought about speaking in support of Mohit. He was sure that his statement had placed Mohit under suspicion. They would now take him into custody for interrogation. Atul felt bad about it. Because he knew Mohit was innocent. Atul had seen him boarding the flight to Nagpur. It was impossible that he faked his departure to come back later and kill Rajat. It was also impossible that he got Rajat killed by some professionals because from his normal behaviour en route to the airport it was evident that he had no idea about his wife's affair with Rajat. It was Atul who was behaving oddly then.
If there was a person who can testify Mohit's innocence and get him out of the unwanted trouble, it was Atul himself. But his ill-fated statement had done exactly the opposite.
"Atul..."
He heard Officer Senapati's voice and turned.
"You lied to us. Your friend, she doesn't work for the company; she's the boss."
Senapati talked in a light sense, nevertheless, Atul felt guilty.
"I... I didn't want to uh... stress on that."
He stammered.
Senapati stared at him for a moment and nodded.
"I hope we didn't bring any trouble to your married life, Atul. I agree that your friend has a fine voice, but I'm sure she can't be prettier than your wife."
Atul was stunned. Suddenly the cop had turned into a big brother. Atul hated him right away.
"It's just professional, officer."
Atul mumbled.
"Yeah, I know. Your friend told me what it means to be professional these days."
Atul's face was down as he walked out of the security officer station. He hired a cab and headed home straight away. He phoned Ridhima and thanked her for standing by him.
"I know how much you like to avoid these type of things, Ridhima. Still, you took the pain for me."
"It's alright, Atul. It's the truth. I know you're innocent and nothing should happen to you."
Ridhima said in a tired voice. Atul didn't know what to say. He had no night to console her anymore.
"Atul..."
Ridhima spoke after a brief silence.
"Mmm..."
"Don't worry about... I... I've made an appointment with a gynaecologist. I'll be seeing her in the morning. I'll call you when I'm done. Thanks for everything. And once again, sorry for everything."
He voice was cold. And far from what he remembered. He knew how much pain she had to bear. He knew no trick to comfort her.
He had lost his voice. He sat like a statue for long after the line went dead.
"I've made an appointment with a butcher to kill our child."
Isn't that what she said?
Atul closed his eyes as he felt them watery. It took him some time to recover. He was mourning. He felt his life had become so meaningless that he shouldn't have to try to protect it. He had betrayed his wife and she had done the same to him. And whoever wrote the pages of his destiny wasn't content with just having the husband and wife cheat each other. He created enough twists in between that deprived both of them the right to confess and seek forgiveness. The truth was already out. Atul was sure Anvita must have got the picture of what he did secretly with a woman in a hotel room.
And yet she wouldn't dare to confront him. Atul thought of walking into his house and wished if Anvita welcomed him violently. He wished if she grabbed his collar and yelled at him why he did it.
No. She won't. She can't.

The crowd had dispersed by the time he arrived at his apartment complex. A few men quickly gathered around him, most of whom were his neighbours.
"They wanted to ask about Rajat's friends and family. They have some doubts about someone among us, but I couldn't find out who it was."
Atul explained.
"They've been quizzing all of us about him." Chandrakant, who lived on the fifth floor, revealed. "This will go on for a while. We can only hope that they nab the culprit as quick as possible. It's very sad. Rajat was such a friendly chap."
Atul could only nod.
Chandrakant asked about the wedding anniversary. Atul had forgotten about it. He had invited a lot of guests.
"It's not wise to hold the function tomorrow, Atul." Kaushal ji advised him. "You should postpone it by a few days."
"Yeah. Yeah." Atul shook his head. "Let me see Anvita first. She must be worried."
Atul began to walk to the elevator and stopped as he saw a familiar face emerging from the side.
"Varun!"
Varun didn't smile.
"How are you, Atul?"
"What are you doing here?" Atul didn't hide his surprise. Varun stared at him for a moment.
"I heard someone died in here, and I was told you were the prime suspect."
Atul grinned, "I too was told so."
Varun stepped forward and quickly grabbed his hand.
"I'm sorry bro. I don't know if it's the right time but I am sorry for how we lost our touch. I've been a prick and I realised it quite late. I've been thinking about seeing you and Anvi, to apologise. Thought this could make you better..."
Atul was surprised by his move.
"Thank you, Varun. See you later."
Atul shook his hand and walked away. He was in a hurry to meet Anvita. Somehow the sudden appearance of Varun was making him hurry to see her. Atul didn't understand. He felt there was a lot of things happening around him that he had no clue about.

A minute later he was at his door and he knocked on it slowly. Soon he saw Anvita's tired face. Her eyes lit up with relief seeing him, and Atul's heart stopped for a moment.
"Oh my God! You're safe!" Anvita's eyes were wet. Atul spent a moment studying her.
"Come in, Atul," she said.
Atul went to the dining table and had some water directly from the jug.
"I told you there's nothing to worry, didn't I?"
Atul blurted as he returned to the hall to sit down for a while.
"I knew you would come back safely. But I feared they'd keep you there for the night and I was scared they would torture you."
Atul felt like shit. His head was down to his feet.
"Atul..." Anvita's voice woke him up, in the end. "Atul, I want to tell you about something."
Her voice carried the weight of sadness and Atul knew what she was going to tell him.
A story.
No, I don't deserve that story, my dear.
Atul stood up straight.
"But I insist you let me talk first, Anvi. I can't be like this anymore. I have failed as a man, Anvi. I don't know if you'll forgive me. But before you tell me about you, I want you to listen to me, know me, know what I am."
Atul didn't allow himself to pause even for a breath. Suddenly he felt he could talk. He had nothing to stop and worry about now. He was already on the brink, and he was aware of the fall he was about to endure.
"When they let me go, the officer told me something; that I have to realise I have a wife who's more special than anywhere else. He is right, Anvi. I should have realised I had a wife who's more special than anyone in this world. I shouldn't have lied to you. I shouldn't have gone and spent time with another woman. I can't look into your eyes, to be honest, but I can't hide it anymore. I have cheated on you, Anvi. I... I'm sorry."
Atul's heart had begun to pound hard as he realised the depth of his confession. Anvita was speechless for a few moments. Her lips quivered.
"What did you do, Atul?"
"This woman... Her name is Ridhima. I've been in touch with her for long. Earlier it was...I mean most of the time it was purely on professional grounds. But a couple of months ago, when I visited her, I... I ended up having..." Atul couldn't find words to express the truth. He swallowed, with a sense of panic. "I had sex with her, Anvi."
Atul blurted, with his eyes down, face down to his chest. "I'm sorry. I..."
He had no strength to look into her eyes; he had no strength to even stand facing her; he stepped back and almost tripped into the couch.
"Atul..."
Anvita moved forward. Atul hid his face behind his palms. His sight was blurred.
"I'm sorry Anvi. I should've remembered how much I love you."
Anvita sat down with him.
"Atul..."
She was crying. Atul turned to her.
Anvita wiped tears off her eyes.
"Why are you confessing now?"
"Because she's pregnant, Anvi."
"What!"
"Yes. She's pregnant. She had come here in Delhi to tell me this that she's carrying my child. She wanted me to let her keep the baby."
Anvita sat there like a statue, expressionless except for the tears that were still streaming down her cheeks.
"She has a very depressing story, Anvi. I know it's not my excuse but I must tell you everything. She's been married to a man for twelve years and she has no kids. She had undergone some treatments initially when she was on good terms with her husband. They've been living separately for a while. Last time when I visited her at her home in Mumbai, she told me about Manjot Srivastav who had tried to bang her a few weeks earlier. She was alone and in need of support. And I... I ended up... I should've stopped myself but I couldn't. I didn't. We both believed she wouldn't... couldn't become pregnant, so we didn't use any protection. But..."
Atul paused for a breath. "But yesterday she told me she was carrying. She went for some relevant tests and found out what they've been doing to her. Her husband and her doctor were deceiving her. She had no medical problem. Her husband was the problem."
"But why does she wants to keep the child?"
Because she loves me.
"Because she was dying to have a baby for so long. She had already joined an adoption program, and she was in line to receive a baby in a couple of months. Suddenly when she realised she can have her baby, she thought she could convince me."
"Convince you? How?"
"She said she'd never see me again. She promised me she would leave her job and everything here and migrate to the U.S. forever, so that she can raise the child on her own, as a single parent. She said she would never tell the child or anyone about me, and she'd never contact me again. She wanted to have the baby. She wanted to become a mother of her child; her own."
"And why did you say?"
"I... I couldn't... I mean I didn't let her do it. I asked her to have an abortion."
"You told her to have an abortion?"
Anvita's voice rose slightly and Atul stared her for a moment. He couldn't decide whether she was against abortion or she didn't simply believe his words.
"She has an appointment with a gynaecologist in the morning."
"You asked her to do it?"
"I did, Anvi. I was broken by remorse... I didn't know how to deal with it except that I didn't want to make it an affair. It wasn't an affair, it was just a mistake I couldn't avoid. I... I love you, Anvi."
Atul's vision was blurred by tears in his eyes, and he pressed his eyelids together to expel the teardrops. As he kept his eyes closed another vision flashed from his memory; that of his wife willingly submitting to his friend. Suddenly he felt he deserved this fate. It was written in his destiny. His wife had cheated him for he wouldn't kill himself out of repentance. He didn't know whether she was in a relationship with George or how many times she had slept with him. But it didn't bother him at the moment. He only wanted to know if she could forgive him for what he did.

At the back of his mind, Atul wanted to confess how he had slept with Ankita as well, but he didn't want to make Anvita hate her sister because of him. He didn't want their sisterhood to turn into hatred and disappointment.

Anvita was staring at the floor, motionless.
"Anvi?"
Anvita looked up slowly.
"Will you forgive me?"
"No," Anvita shook her head sideways. "No, I can't forgive you Atul, because I don't deserve to forgive you."
"Anvi..."
"This must be God-given... I don’t deserve your remorse, Atul. Because I am a sinner. I have done horrible things than you can imagine. I have betrayed you."
She was crying all the way, tears rolling down her cheeks nonstop. "I have slept behind you, many times. And I have now killed a man. I killed Rajat, Atul. He was killed in here, in this house, in our bed."

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[krish_999]

Thanks for all the wonderful comments - both positive and negative comments-, guys. I post a new chapter here, but so many comments in such a short time make it look like the chapter was posted long ago. I can't ask more from you all.
Now it's time to start asking about the next update. This time I'll do it for a change. How much time do you guys like to give me to post the next one? Of course it's not ready at the moment; so you must give me enough time that you can justify according to the quality of my writing you expect and the subject you think I would be covering in the next chapter.