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I locked the door behind me. I could not even muster the strength to dry myself. My sweaty body was turning cold now. My hand was wet and my fingers were sticky. I stumbled on to my bed as a worn out man. I lied down and with the incidents about this fateful night filling mind. I am completely spent, my mind, body and soul. Never in my life had I felt so much of an empty void inside of me. It was a void of filled with guilt and disgust. The alcohol in my system had already started without withdrawing, ushering in a state of drowsiness. Images were flashing in my mind and my head was throbbing lividly. I stared into the darkness, as the waves and waves of artificial wind from the ceiling fan battered my face. Questions are going through my mind. The probable answers are making me almost hysterical and weak. When I look back I seem to know a lot of things. Could I have avoided all this? For sure. But I didn't. Why did I allow myself to be a mute spectator and surely, a willing accomplice? All the incidents from the past few days came flashed before me as I felt my mind drifting away. I learned a lot this day...
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"I literally would have slept standing like this! What took you so long? My classes got over an hour ago". She frowned mockingly.
"Forgive me, Princess, for my steed had failed me temporarily." I answered her. She looked at me with her weary, narrowed eyes.
"Needed a quick oil change. I also didn't know this speech would be so long" I motioned her towards the pillion seat, smiling.
"I'm sure you were the one who extended it by your excellent and ahem, boring oratory skills." I felt my ride weigh down as she sat. I was greeted with a playful hug on my back. I started the scooter.
"Haha. Well, I won .Yet again. And this time I won 5k Rupees." saying it with a sense of pride.
"Really? Aww, I'm so proud of you. Now I have to see your name in the college bulletin board 'yet again', hmm?"
I smiled while I steered my scooter into the narrow lane which I usually take in the evening to escape the heavy traffic.
"And baby, you look damned tired." I asked her, trying to change the topic.
"Lectures and lectures today. Was not that interesting. Plus, we had two surprise tests. Can you imagine?" She complained.
"So you didn't have your dance practice today then?" I asked.
"No, it's tomorrow. We were discussing about it in the cafeteria when I was waiting for you." She paused. "Thinking about adding a few fusion steps for the next number.
"I'm sure it'll be a breeze for you to tweak that out." She was always energetic whenever she talked about her whole dance troupe thing.
"Everyone was there, except Swati. The usual story. Ugggghh, she's such a bitch!"
"You hate her so much," My voice muffled her through the vice of my helmet. "But you know, she dances well..."
"Haha, Shut up!" I could sense the jealousy which I successfully managed to take out from her.
"Ok, I shall shut up" I replied, grinning under my helmet.
"And yea, we were just hanging around the basketball court watching our team practice. They have the inter college finals next week. Your idol was there, by the way" she retorted.
"Siddharth's not my Idol," I countered her in mock seriousness. "He's a specimen. And that too, I told you about him from an academic perspective. He's the most popular guy in college and a lot more. Besides, you could have told that you and your girl gang were out to check those guys out."
"Whatever," I felt a light punch in the back. "By the way, He just broke up with his girlfriend of his. You know Priyanka, right? Miss personality last year?"
"Oh yea of course I know her. A nice girl." I added, helping her through the conversation.
"They were such a sweet couple. And on top of that, Today Mary was telling she was going after him now since he's single again."
"And that's quite expected of Mary the vamp. Gossips and gossips today.huh?"
"Keeping the nerd updated."
"Well, 'Nerds' usually don't get selected in college badminton teams." I pointed out, reminding her of my interest towards sports too. And yea, I hated being called a nerd.
"I know you don't like being called a nerd," She sensed my irritation and giggled. "I was just kidding. And yea, you're not a nerd." She kissed my shoulders and hugged me as we reached her place.
I helped her with her heavy handbag and books which I had kept near my footrest. "So...see you at dinner..?"
"Call me, baby. I'm going off to sleep now. Was a freaking tiring day." She looked around her vicinity to avoid any leering glances from the neighbours and gave me a quick peck on my cheeks. The houses were built so close to each other here that the walls were shared by the tenants of adjacent homes.
"Call you." I smiled. She walked into the reception of her hostel as I eyed her swaying figure. I couldn't let the fact that I was one of the luckier guys around skip my mind. She still looked so beautiful even she was tired and groggy. Love makes you partially blind I guess.
Riding back to my place, I recollected how my life had changed after leaving home two years ago. My name is Karthik. At 20 years of age and into my second year of my bachelor's degree, this would have to be the best year of my life. With the blessings of my middle class parents coming from a small suburban town, I shifted to this wonderful city of Mumbai. It had been the best thing that have happened to me. A new place, new people and a great college. Being quite a minimalist, I couldn't have been called an introvert. I kept my gang of friends to the bare minimum and my biggest pastime was going for movies on a free weekend. I would also rather spend strolling in the local parks lost in my thoughts than sit around lounges or coffee shops huffing away on hookah like most of my friends did. But I should say that I managed to settle down well to the new environment. Taking the opportunity to study here was a dream for me and I excelled in my studies. Since Psychology was my favourite subject, it was the obvious choice for me to take it up as a degree. I have been dubbed more as a genius by my teachers because of my outstanding performance, but I disagree. I always believed that it was the love for my subject that made me good at what I do. I kept my goal of excelling in it very much alive. I would make my parents proud. I dreamt of becoming a professor one day. Not just any professor but someone who would become famous in the academic field. I already started working towards researching further as well becoming known for something that would help my field progress. Everything was going well.
Now, my thoughts drifted towards the beautiful damsel whom I just dropped home. In so many ways, I'm indebted to her for most of my happiness. The credit as to why I could be more of myself so much should really be given to the love of my life.
Shilpa was her name. We were the same age and batch. So when I had met this girl on the first day of college, I knew that she would complete me. I would later come to know that she also came from a small town like me. At that first glance, I somehow knew we both shared this sense of excitement and the energy which was brought in by the new college and city. She was smart, quick witted and funny. She was the most beautiful thing I have laid my eyes upon. She stood at an average height of 5"5 compared to my 5" 9. Bouncy and thick, her shoulder length hair was jet black. It adorned her head like the crown she deserved. I loved the way she let it open all the time, just like her free and strong spirit. Her sharp features gave her the ticket to participate in college fashion shows, and her feminine aura made her one of the best ever to grace those very ramps. She was fair for Indian standards, but she wasn't like the pale ones we come across from time to time. Years of practising classical dance had made her figure almost hour glassed, curvaceous but slim. With a smile you could watch all day, she carried herself with a sense of poise and tradition. She was confident, enthusiastic and energetic. A C cup on her slim body and a full shapely derriere only made her the focal point of male attraction wherever she went.
There was one more thing about her which I loved her for. Her fiery independence. If at all something made her safe from all the wolf whistles and the constant unwanted peacocking from guys, it was her bold attitude which she lets out in times of defence. I still remember the day when Akash, our classmate passed a lewd comment on about her mastery in dance. He told something on the lines of using those very skills and how profitable it will be to lure men. All hell broke loose that day when she literally gave him a scolding in front of the whole class. He literally went away with his tail snuck between his legs. I came to know later that he apologised profusely the very next day. I will also never forget how she explained to me about it later that evening. She told me how bad she felt and dozed off peacefully in my arms like the sweet charming girl I know. Never a person to back away from a challenge, her biggest aim was live out the college days to the fullest. I could empathise with her, coming from similar backgrounds and staying away for the first time. She had actually transformed from the shy and timid Shilpa that I saw in college in the first day into the confident and outgoing person that she now was. But it was so evident that she kept her advices from her parents very closely. She had grown enough to understand what is good and what is bad for. Yet, she indulges occasionally in going out with friends and trying out new temptations like getting high on alcohol or staying out late. In short, she was the perfect blend of a cocktail for me. A cocktail that was my dream girl.
I parked my scooter into the cramped space my miserly landlord was willing to give and opened the door to my two bedroom apartment. My roommate was away for a few days and it was going to be me cooking all alone. I was exhausted and decided it was going to be a freshly made take away pizza for today. I slumped to the bed after changing into my boxers and let out a satisfying sigh. Today was good. It sure was.
Siddharth, whom my girl teased me with just moments ago, came to my mind. He was one of the few people whom I met and made acquaintances with early on. 21 years of age, he was the most popular boy in college. Early on in our college days, every junior guy in college emulated him, but without any success. To me, he used to be like my big brother in the first year since he helped me get the hang of the debates happening during the initial college days. The one thing which made me curious about him was the discipline I chose and loved. Secretly, I used to make this senior friend of mine my laboratory rat for my character studies in psychology. I never understood his amazing aloofness and his astute ability to be so humble. In the face of his own celebration in and around college, he would be seen minding his own business. Was he a sociopath? Was he bipolar? How could anyone have such a drive for success like his? Born to one of the most prominent business clans of the city, he could have just laid back and squandered his riches like some of his college friends are doing. But that was not Siddharth. He was hungry, humble and passionate. He was different. I had told my girl about this observation of mine. She too agreed with me but it became a habit for her to innocently pull my leg telling that I worshipped him. However, an equally innocent slap on her cute behind would always put an end to it. A hard but naughty slap on her bubbly ass...
RRRIIIIING! RIIING! The loud noise pierced through my ears as I struggled to find my phone.
I took the screaming device and saw the time. It was 12 30.at night. Fuck, I slept so much.
"Where were you!?" I heard my girl shout through her noisy background.
"I slept off, honey. Uff. Where are you? I can't hear you properly."
"Yea you missed a pre-party tonight. I called you several times." She shouted again.
"Pre-party?" I enquired, a long yawn escaping my mouth.
"It was a surprise for us juniors. The seniors had invited a few of us to Khushi's house. We're about to leave from here...I thought I'll try calling you again. "
"Oh, ok...How was it? Had fun?" I could only muster up that response through my half sleepy state.
"It was fun. I missed you, you idiot. I really missed you." She cooed at me. I almost saw her pouting face of hers right in my face.
"Do you want me to drop you back? I could get up now "
"It's ok. Go back to sleep then, love bunny. I just felt like calling. Tomorrows the big day anyways."
"Yea love you too baby. I'm sorry I couldn't make it."
"Well, you better make it up then. Goodnight for now"
"Love you baby. Goodnight." As soon as the call ended, I drifted back to finish my sleep.
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The next morning was like any other college day except for the fact that I had to sit for this class when all the others were in festivity mode. It was my project mentor who was taking the lecture and I knew he would ask my whereabouts if I was missing from his students. The organisers of the farewell were exempt from attending classes but most of them had bunked out of sheer excitement. So, the day had finally come then. Farewells had always been a fun time. Last year when our super seniors graduated, we heard stories from the same batch to whom we were throwing the party today. They were the juniors then and now it was their turn to be at the receiving end. It was a time when everybody was on an emotional high. We would become the seniors now, and they would go into the outside world of employment and opportunities. I realised my thoughts went outside the class for the first time. I wouldn't mind saying that it was an interesting lecture personally, but I suddenly couldn't help feeling that I may have indulged myself too much with the studies in hand. Sometimes I really did feel the need to let it out. Perhaps I should have taken Shilpa more seriously about her complaints with spending too much around in classrooms. I brushed off the thoughts for now and I waited for this class to end. I walked away briskly as soon the bell rang towards our usual spot. I could see most of them there, their figures getting larger as I picked up pace.
"Hi guys. What's happening?" I dumped my heavy bag on to the table.
"Look who's here finally. What were they teaching today so much that you couldn't bunk?"
I smiled and ignored my friend. I saw her waving to me from another table, surrounded by her usual gang. There were a few seniors too. There was this one girl whom I didn't recognise though. I should really memorise the name of her friends unless I wanted to look arrogant. They seem to have just finished their dance practice as most of them were in sweaty track pants and t-shirts. Just as I was about to go meet her, I felt a slap on my shoulder.
"How are you, man? A familiar voice whooped from behind. Just as I was about to turn around, he hugged me playfully around my shoulders.
"Hello, Sid. What's happening?" I greeted him back. He always had this bear hug of a move while sneaking up on people. I felt his larger frame leave his embrace. It's been a while since I talked to him.
"I'm so very good, dude." He was sounding happier than his usual self. I could sense the usual enthusiasm from him as we exchanged a firm handshake and a hug.
"You missed out yesterday. Where were you?" Sid asked.
I remembered my girl's phone call late night that woke me up mid slumber.
"I was really zonked out dude. Heard it was fun."
"It really was." He looked over at my shoulder and waved a Hi to a table behind me. I turned back and saw that it was Shilpa who returned his greetings. She seemed to have already been watching us talk.
"Hope you guys arranged us a good party, Karthik. Looking forward to it."
"Of course. We have our whole team making it happening. Don't you worry about it. "
"Good to know, Bro. Good to know." He smiled "I'll see you in the evening then."
"Same here."
I turned to see Shilpa to find her gone. Where did she go? She was right there a minute ago.
"She went to change." A junior girl who obviously saw my confusion answered the question in my mind.
"Ok, cool." I moved towards her table and I saw only one person there now leaving that unknown friend of theirs. "Hey, Swati how are you?" She was sitting right there in the same table looking through her phone.
"Hello Karthik. Hey, you weren't there for the party yesterday." She smiled, her face still in the phone and her tone sounding chirpy.
"I couldn't make it. How was it?"
"It was amazing, Dude. I'm already missing that batch. Drinks, good food, dance and lots of fun. Khushi have some major cleaning to do before her parents get home this weekend." She chuckled
"Really now? Haha"
"Shilpa had a lot of fun too. She was dancing like crazy. I think she was drunk."
I wanted to laugh out but kept myself to a smile. I very well knew about the catfight between the two. Both would love bitching about each other if given a chance.
"Siddharth was showing her all the moves. I didn't know he danced so well."
"Who?" I heard the name clearly but I heard myself ask that question.
"Siddharth. Ask Shilpa, she'll tell you. And also he was flirting with everybody there. He can be such a kid sometimes. Recent breakup I guess. We girls weren't complaining but." She smiled into the phone again.
I tried my best not to feel a bit odd as she explained his theatrics. Did she just tell me he was flirting with my girl too? Flirting with all of us, she said. I just could know for sure that Shilpa had a dance with him.
"Ask her yourself." She pointed out with the hand that clasped her purse.
She had indeed gone to change. She usually waited till she got home but today she thought of changing here in the college restrooms.
"Hey, baby."
"Hello, darling."
"I'll make a move now. Have to do some shopping." Swati excused herself.
"See you." we said in unison.
"Hey how was the ..."
"Baby, we need to go fast. I still haven't got the shoes I wanted."
She started walking as I quickly grabbed my bag and followed her.
"Ok, how are you going? Cab?" I asked
"Kripa is taking her car. We're going to do some last minute purchases."
"Ok then."
The parking lot was a short walk away from the campus. We swung our bags as we walked towards her friend's car.
"So how was the party yesterday..?" I asked her, wanting to know more specifically about a certain someone whom I already have started to think about. It was her who talks non-stop about her day whenever we had some alone time but I was finding myself to be impatient.
"I missed you. It was fun. You had to sleep off."
"Really now? Heard you had a good time." I wasn't sounding jealous but I wasn't sounding the usual too.
"What to do you mean? It was a fun party."
"Heard you dance a lot." I smiled wryly. I didn't ask with whom.
"Yes, we all danced. Wait. Did Swati tell you anything?"
"She was telling you were drunk a bit." I made smug face, clearly wanting to be seen as only teasing her.
"I clearly wasn't! God, what a motor mouth that girl is! I called you, remember? I wasn't drunk."
"You weren't drunk." I assured her, smiling.
"I'm going to make her drunk today, wait and see. God, what a woman."
"Yea, so danced with Siddharth and the gang? That's what she as telling when you came back."
"Yea, he was there too. When are you guys planning to come to the party?"
"What? I didn't know the conversation about last night's was going to be over this soon." I smiled again.
"Are you jealous now? She teased me. "My baby is jealous. Aww how sweet. haha. And especially about his "idol". She gave me a long glance with a crooked smile.
"He's not my idol, Shilpa. You got that wrong." My words sounding serious. "Now, I'm wondering why I even had to tell you that about him." I was clearly sounding irritated. I had my ego to guard, especially with my girl who's talking about another guy. I don't want to sound as if I idolised him, which I never did. A sense of admiration perhaps but never more.
"Ok fine. Why are you getting angry at me then? My irritation was clearly becoming infectious. Now, it was her who was sounding annoyed.
"Nothing" I said. "You clearly weren't telling me anything."
"Well, you're questioning me. I can't answer the way you want me too. It's starting to get on my nerves. Don't do that."
I knew better than to argue. "I just asked baby. And I'm kind of pissed off that I slept off." Trying to put on my best smile.
"So you're not jealous I danced with them?" she was testing me now. I felt her fingers wiggle its way into my empty hand.
"Yea, jealous about that too.I have the right to be jealous about my girl."
I felt a loving squeeze from her hands.
"We'll reach the party Around 9. That would be good?" I asked her.
"Ok then. Just pray that my shopping gets over soon."
"You're going to be look amazing in the evening. Now bye. See you later."
Kripa was already in the car waiting for her. As soon as she saw us, she revved up the engine. After exchanging our goodbye's, she got into the car and they sped away. Clearly they were in a hurry. I turned around and headed towards the two wheeler parking lot. I couldn't stop thinking things I never wanted to think. It was coming from a gradual understanding of the past incidents and how I clearly could see the way things happened. For the first time, I felt a different kind of uneasiness that I couldn't explain. What was worse, this unexplainable wretchedness was a feeling stemming from a particular explainable conclusion I came to. I always had a gut feeling that turned to be true all the time. Whenever I predicted things, it has happened more or less. Of course, there was nothing miraculous about it. I knew I had a better understanding of a situation. I braced myself for the thoughts I wanted to think. I always did this when I wanted to think without prejudice. I prepared myself to confront it and I did. Then I let it sink in. Siddharth was definitely attracted to her and he was trying to seduce her. Period. His college days are over and he wanted one last fling with a girl he fancied. He may have been far from getting a name as a notorious player but everyone knew he demanded all the girl's admiration. Many a times I have heard his stories of girls ending up at his home after a night out or a party. And this time, he was certainly having his sights on my girl.
I reached the parking lot and sat on my scooter and thought more about it. I couldn't push myself to start my ride. My mind went back to all the interactions between both of them. I recollected how she had sounded when she called yesterday night after the party. She made a point to tell me that she was missing me a lot. To think about it now, she was speaking for herself than to me. Was she was washing away her own guilt of something that happened last night? Was she consoling herself for the unexplainable flicker which she felt was wrong? I can't bear to think something happened. There were people around. There were my friends at the party too. The possibilities were less. I would've known if he had made a blatant move. But then again, the guy in question was a charmer. I knew my girl very well and I trusted her. She would never let anything happen like that. And moments ago when Sid and I were talking, the way she disappeared quickly made me suspicious to say the least. Moreover, there was an obvious tension of attraction and not of an ongoing affair or something. It was as comforting as an impending danger that had a huge probability of it happening.
I finally saw myself ride back home. Deep in my mind, I knew I was someone who thought about the little things in life. I sometimes feel that I think too much too. Paranoia would be a better word. I forgot to take the short cut this time and I saw myself pulled into the awful evening traffic. I rode slowly as Shilpa came to my mind. I knew she was acting different too. She was definitely entertaining his glances and approaches knowingly or unknowingly. Now, her repeated references to Sid as my 'idol' made me speculate her thoughts. Her instinctive mind may have been actually consoling herself for the attraction she felt towards him. And she very well would have been testing my own self-respect too. She was reassuring herself that she felt drawn to him only because he was a better specimen than her present partner and that it was natural to feel that way. The girl I knew would have never entertained such things though. I defended her actions as being sympathetic for a guy who's going to leave college in a few weeks' time. She has always been practical and I knew she wouldn't cross the line.
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It was already 8:30 PM. The three of us friends had carpooled an Uber to reach our destination. Driving back from a party where there's going to be lots of alcohol was not a good idea. 'Hiccups' was the name of the place. Three storeys of electro themed funk was what the place was all about. It was one of the most sought after pubs for the most happening college parties. She had just texted a few minutes back that she and her friends would be arriving soon. As we waited outside for the girls to come, I imagined what she would have chosen to wear. A dress? No, that would be a bit too much for the occasion. Or perhaps that one top which she was always shy to wear because it was revealing. No, she wouldn't wear that. To tell the truth, it has been a while since we partied. It's been a while since we ourselves had partied. I forgot how well her dressing sense was.
The wait was cut short and in about 10 minutes when their taxi arrived. I knew Mary, who climbed out first and she was followed by two girls whom I have just a faint acquaintance with. And then, I saw my girl. My mind literally lit up that instant. She was an angel tonight. We locked eyes from a distance when she walked nearer while straightening her attire. She had her favourite handbag hanging from her forearms. She was wearing a dark red tube top blouse and a black pencil skirt. The sequined top flickered seductively in the dull street light and the skirt covered her legs just a bit over her knees. She walked slowly towards me in her short heels which I'm guessing she bought it in the evening. She was looking like a million dollars. Her hair was left loose as always. I also noticed she was wearing the shiny new watch I bought her.
"Hii." She looked at me with a naughty twinkle in her eyes and gave a quick spin to show her slept off. "How do I look?"
"Words would only fail me" I completely meant that. She was looking gorgeous.
I gave her a hug and told her she was just amazing. She motioned her hand which my watch and looked at me.
"I saved this for special occasions." she purred.
We hugged each other by the side and joined the rest of us to proceed into the place.
The managers of the place showed us the area reserved for the party. The table assigned for us was in the balcony. It was for us three guys as well as her dance troupe of six girls. The complimentary drinks arrived and the night officially began. We had arranged for karaoke night and also a special a small presentation of kinds which was to be shown through the party hall projector. We had compiled all the memories that we spent together. The seniors had just started to arrive. I saw Sid at a distance for the first time. Their whole gang had arrived. My mind wasn't still completely clear but it was less foggy. I contained my anxiety to the best of my ability and decided to thoroughly enjoy this evening.
The party was going on at full swing. I left the thoughts that bothered me. The alcohol helped too. I had a few drinks than usual but I was still in my senses. I was feeling much more relaxed than how I started out. I saw a lot of huddled up people chit chatting away. The rest of the crowd were mostly in the dance floor. Shilpa had hit the floor too. I even felt that I perhaps did think too much about the things which I shouldn't have. When I saw Sid and Shilpa dance together in the crowd, I really didn't think much. Everyone was having a good time and they were just part of the lot. It wasn't long when others danced along too. I was enjoying the night.
The night was inching closer to midnight and by now most of the crowd very really into the mood. It was getting to that time of the night when more drinks were going to be ordered without hesitation and wild plans were going to be made. I decided this would be a good opportunity to make a quiet exit from the party. It was a night well spent. I was thinking about calling her home so that we could have some fun by ourselves. Shilpa had just gone to the washroom now. I scanned the room from our table to see my girl coming out of the restroom. She was coming towards us from the distance when I saw Siddharth cut her path. Through the busy crowd and the blaring music, I saw him shouting into her ears. I didn't think of it as strange, as people were talking and bellowing sweet trash by now. But when it was turning out to be more than just an exchange of pleasantries, I looked on. They stopped but not before exchanging a few more lines. He crossed over to his table and my baby just came straight to ours. She looked confused, pleasantly confused. She joined the table with a poke on her best friends head.
"We're going to see another puke-a-thon from Mary here." Shilpa announced to our table as she made herself back to the fray. She sat across the table now, sinking into the nearest chair rather than making her way next to mine.
"No I'm not going to, my beautiful Bitch" she slurred through her words smiling when all the other laughed.
She was right. Mary the vamp was a light drinker but she never grasped that fact completely. The result was that she always was smashed, each and every time. We exchanged casual glances through our vodka glasses as we both took a slow gulp. Was she blushing? Now, I was curious to what Sid said to her. Was she going to lie to me even if I ask? But I didn't even ask, right? I crushed aside my paranoid thoughts as baseless. Why was I getting tensed again? It was only moments before that I felt calm and composed. Am I drunk? In fact, I was getting a good buzz by now for sure. Maybe it is best that we leave now. I took out my phone to text my girl sitting across me.
"Babe..tis getting late .you wna crash at my plce?" I was hopeful for some amazing sex and more importantly, to put an end to my rising insecurities.
I saw her check the phone between her conversations but didn't reply. We carried on our conversation as before while I kept feeling my phone through my jeans for a buzz of a reply. After a while she motioned me to meet outside.
"Come on girl. That was so lame! You think we didn't see you ask your guy to meet outside?" Swati teased her.
"Very funny, Swati...very funny." Keeping her tone dull and clear. I smiled and got up taking both of our drinks in hand. I lead the way to an almost empty corner of the balcony.
"Hey baby, listen...we girls are going to spend the night at Shruti's house. Just the four of us. We're planning a ladies night kinds. Is that ok? Plus she's going away, my dear senior." She blurted out in her usual childish way.
"Is that ok?" She sounded excited. I very well knew that It was a not a question for permission. I was supposed to say yes.
"Ohh ok. But I thought we could go to my place." My roommate's gone for the weekend too" Hinting at a bit of romance in the cards.
She smiled, adjusting my collar and added. "Tomorrow."
"Besides, you have a class to take "Mr Professor". I'm so proud of you" she cooed.
I have been selected for the guest lecture at a popular arts festival. Not to sound like I'm bragging, but this was just one more debate that I could manage even after with a sleepless sex filled night.
"Are you sure, baby?" I hugged her, feeling her hips through her top.
"Yes, we are planning to leave now" She waved to a friend who just passed by.
"So you want me to drop you now?" I asked her. I blurted out without thinking that I came in an uber.
"No, we'll take an Uber, there's four of us. Are you leaving now?" She spoke hurriedly. She seemed to have thought not to ask how will I drop her too when I made that verbal mistake.
"It's already 12 now. I checked the time holding her hand, looking at the watch I gave her. "There's not much in it. It won't make a difference if I leave now too." I paused. "Come. Well, join the others." I didn't wait for a reply.
As we made way into the crowd and to our table, I thought about how quick she was to remind me that I had a big day tomorrow. It also caught my attention that when she was talking to me, her drink in her hand deserved more eye contact than me. If I wasn't thinking like a detective on a case, I wouldn't have noticed that so much. I decided to end the little laboratory experiments that were going on in my head. I always believed in her. I believed in the longevity of our relationship than some judgments I make up in my time of madness. Maybe I shouldn't think everything so clinically. I took my time to finish my drinks at our table and slowly excused myself. I made a point to wish each one of my seniors a life of hope and prosperity. I couldn't find Siddharth though. Now, I was entering the same state of anxiety as before. Instead of entertaining it, I chose to text him saying that I couldn't find him and left. There were many taxis outside and quickly climbed into the nearest one.
The car ride was a stark contrast from the noisy ambience of the party. My thoughts began to form more clearly now. For the first time, I felt I should have done something instead of being so passive. I may have been able to understand the mechanism of interactions, but I was regretting the fact that I should have acted differently. I dreaded the reality that Shilpa may have lied to me, but I also felt guilty for the same. If I actually stood up as a 'man', I wouldn't have had this situation in hand. I was very well aware of this unassertive side of me. I always wanted to change that. Till now, I have failed to get rid of this aloofness when it comes to engaging in things. It was because of my trust in people as a whole that makes me lazy to react to the immediate situation. I always hung on to the romantic image of situations that I construct in my mind believing that everything will fall into an 'all will be fine' aftermath. And today, because of this, I am ending up going home alone with a heavy mind. I knew this had gotten out of my control because of my indifferences. I wondered what Shilpa would have thought about this. Involving her, this was the first crisis situation which I have experienced. I could have done better.
The moment I reached home, I grabbed my keys and hopped onto my scooter. I didn't care if the cops were going to catch me and arrest me for drunken driving. I had already decided that I'm going to check up on Sid. The gut feeling I had was making my thoughts unbalanced. I felt like a dog chasing a car, not knowing what to do if I caught one. I was drunk but I sped away faster than I normally would have. The cold air in my face was irritating for a mind churning with doubts and questions. The tension within refused to cool down. It wasn't long when I turned my vehicle towards his neighbourhood. I knew he was staying alone in one of his houses. It was in one of the more posh areas of the city. He stayed alone in a house even though his family lived in the same city. I zoomed past the streetlights as I wanted to know the truth. I also felt that deep inside I knew everything.
When I recognised his house, I parked my scooter a good distance away in an open plot cluttered with construction equipment. I walked around the house to search for the best place to get inside. The streets were deserted as I climbed up the thick wall and jumped inside. Landing on what felt like a very trimmed down lawn, I brushed aside the damp freshly cut grass. I made my way towards the cosy looking house illuminated partially by the moonlight and by the lights from the road.
Built along the art-deco style of buildings that this side of Mumbai was famous for, this would have been a dream house for any bachelor. It reminded me of those cosy little cribs they show in movies of the 70's. After I made my way from the garden, I found myself walking glued to the walls of the house. Finding a large window, I carefully checked inside. The rooms were lit and I found myself looking into his living room. I was right about it. There was nobody there. As I looked past the fancy posters of death metal gods and antique clocks, I understood how exactly the rich could have actually indulged in such spending. There was a shiny knight in armour in a corner. It was standing proudly, with his shield on one hand and a sword on the other, the weapon pointing down in this time of peace. If I weren't here in suspicion or dejection, I surely would have admired it even more. He seemed to love collecting pieces of artefacts, alien memorabilia and travel. A large chandelier lit up the whole room and all the other exotic pieces like dream catchers and African tribal masks. It truly reflected another aspect of the sports personality of the year.
A piercing light through the gate woke me up from the shameless admiration of the interiors. I jumped behind one of the pillars around the wall. It was him. His red Audi TT roared patiently in place as the automatic gate slowly spread open. As the engine stopped the car at its usual parking space, I peeked out. He was alone. There was nobody with him. Perhaps he did go out to meet the other guys. I was closer to putting my doubts to the final rest when he wandered around the porch lighting a cigarette. I shouldn't have thought too much. I now wanted to get out as soon he goes in. As I waited in hiding, he had his head in his phone puffing away. I quickly took my phone and switched it to silent mode. He still hasn't replied to my text. He roamed around until I saw him lift his head to the sound of another car slow down at the open gate. This time, it was an Uber. Maybe he was waiting for his friends for a nightcap. I saw him waiting for the expected guest. I cannot explain how I felt when I saw the guest was none other than Shilpa. My heart sank as she carefully slammed the door to trot away from the dim street lights.
"Welcome to my humble abode, Madam!" He boomed like a proud host.
"Haha. Yea right." My girl giggled. She walked up to him smiling and they greeted with a casual hug.
"And thanks for the Uber idea. It would have been awkward if I left the party with you even though it's just an invitation for a house visit." I could sense the excitement in her voice.
"Yea of course. I would have called your friends too but I'm a little worn out today. And hey, it's the last day of my college life. Sid replied "I never actually got to know you, you know."
"I think we bonded initially during the college fest. You guys were busy ordering us to do stuff. She mocked him in a friendly way. "And apart from yesterday, I don't remember the last time we spoke. But you were visible in the college scenario all the time."
"Visible?" He threw his head high in a mute laugh. "That's a good way to put it. And if I remember correctly, we spoke when you won the solo dance competitions. Some moves!" He stubbed his cigarette and.
"Oh, yes .I think I remember." She smiled at him.
They disappeared from my view to only reappear inside. I quickly moved to a comfortable spot behind the large window. I could clearly see them through the venetian blinds. A potted plant on the window sill that was in front of me made me camouflaged even if they looked this way. And if I guessed his intentions correctly, he wouldn't curl up the blinds. Now, the room opened up to them. As much I was surprised, Shilpa too was speechless seeing how rich the room looked.
"Wow, you got yourself a nice place here. It looks so beautiful." She complimented him.
"Yea well, thanks."
"I like the Dream catcher! It's so beautiful." she said, walking and looking around like a cautious tourist "The clock looks amazing too." She was adjusting her purple handbag as it fell from her shoulders when she reached out her entire arm to point at the antique timekeeper.
"Got it from Switzerland last year when I went for a trip with my friends. It's quite pricey. Or should I say worth its value." He said casually. "I usually dig such items. And for the dream catcher, I got that from the flea market right down the street. 50 bucks." He fell on the plush two-seater sofa crossing his legs, motioning her to sit.
I watched her as she kept her handbag in the wooden coffee table near the sofa. As she settled herself, her hands travelled down from a quick fix of her hair to adjusting her top. It quickly came to rest on her crossed thighs...
"And I liked the carpet too! I'm a sucker for all these things." My eyes fell on the fur carpet in the middle of the room. It looked fine enough to be given as a precious gift. It was dark brown and trimmed into a perfect oval. As much I loved such items, Shilpa loved it even more. He just smiled and looked at the same.
"And again. I'm glad you could come."
"To be honest, I was taken aback when you came and talked to me. You were always busy all the time. "
"I had to make last minute adjustments. You're are one of the few people whom I wanted to know more about before I leave college. You're one of the promising students. Who knows, one day I would tell my friends that I once knew Shilpa!"
"Flattery. I shall accept that. Haha." she slapped his forearms playfully.
He smiled and in a swift move, he got up and strolled out of our views into the adjacent room.
"What are you having? A welcome drink is my duty. Hope you're not too drunk for another one"
"Yea sure..." She approved his hospitality, taking in the view of the room in his absence.
From seeing the ground reality happening before me, I now reluctantly agreed to the fact that I was actually pitting my current self against the person whom I aspired to become. And the person whom I saw as a better version of myself was Sid. It was true that I saw Siddharth in higher pedestal than me. An unknown and twisted part of my mind found a bitter sweet happiness in the fact that he was targeting my girl too. There was a weird sense of empathy for him. I also grasped the sad reality of my addiction to these psychological games. That I made my girl as the winning prize. I literally made my girl vulnerable to his obvious persona and let her decide the fate. I was letting this humble alpha male of the pack to have the complete control of his arena for the possible seduction. The test of her fidelity and the battle between her love and lust was unnecessarily thrust upon her by her own man that was me. I prayed that that no one would ever come to know about this mistake of mine.
As the mute observer to the conversations, I studied the silence which came between them for the first time. I looked at my girl. I could see my beloved who belonged to me. I could also see the tension that in her mind. She wouldn't be want to be seen here yet her body was consoling the mind by not leaving. I would like to believe that her decision to come was out of pure fascination. His invitation took her aback and his 3 years of stardom of her college attracted her. It was a magnetic pull to a person who was chased by a lot of girls.
I watched her as I listened in the background, to the fixing of drinks and the cutlery. She was still looking around studying the room. She kept brushing her hair too, fixing her top and pulling at her skirt. She shifted twice in her seat, trying to find a comfortable position. I was making a case study with my own girl. I realised I was actually enjoying the situation. I was seeing all the beautiful things she was doing. I was giving her a free reign solely believing in her decisions. I really would have loved for her to take the decision of not visiting him in the first place. A part of me wanted this completely to happen as it was unfolding.
Just then, he walked in with two short glasses which was presumably the promised drinks.
She looked up to make eye contact when she was offered her drink and her eyes followed him till he sat back again.
"Cheers."
The glasses clanked and he continued." You didn't ask anything about what I said before at the bar". Inquiring with a smile.
"Yea, as I said I was taken aback! I didn't know that you had a crush on me. I wouldn't have believed it if it weren't for the pics..."
Only a smile came as the reply from Siddharth.
"But I'm going to take that as the best compliment I got in college." She finished her sentence. She expected a reply.
What picture was she referring to? What did he send her?
"Of course. I had to send it as a proof. Haha."
"That was your room, where you hung my portrait?" She asked
"A year ago. Right there." He pointed inside. "Had a very bad crush on you. I didn't know why I didn't ask you out. I think it was one of my deepest crush. " He teased her.
"Are you sure? Girls talk you know" she also retorted in a teasing sort of way, with a sly smile and the glass dangling from wrists.
"And what would the girls be talking?"
"Lots of things. About your girlfriends and you know, affairs?"
"I have been exposed .Let me know the charges of which I'm guilty for"
"You're not guilty of anything but you're seen as a more of an unsettled butterfly. Stories are many."
"I don't gossip much. But I also would tell you I'm a one man woman. At a time, of course. He added that with a wink.
"Haha. Of course." She took a long sip.
"Besides, it's always good to share feelings when and how it comes. I believe in acting spontaneously."
"Tell me more." She questioned him casually. She was smiling at each and every word he spoke.
"Well. Look at me. All my college days I have been striving to do stuff. Nothing excites me more than achievements, Shilpa. That's what I love doing. Trust me. I have always excelled. I have always been a go getter. "He paused.
"But at the same, the dearest things in life like love require some sort of adjustment and sacrifice. And yet it may disappoint you. I'm just a lover of the moment."
"That's deep. A scorned lover perhaps?" She smiled. She was digging deeper into his personal life.
"Oh I'm not saying that I'm sad about it. Quite the opposite. You know, I'm quite well off." Siddharth continued. "But there's lots of rich kids who have gone the wrong way. I don't like to take all these riches for granted. I could live like a millionaire even if I don't work a single day. But that's not living the life."
Everyone knew that Siddharth was born with a silver spoon in his mouth but what made him more likeable was the fact that he never smothered everyone talking about it. He appeared like a commoner. A commoner with a lust for life.
He continued. "As I said. I love the challenge .The competition. Sometimes I can go the other way too. Getting a bit crazy in doing stuff. He smiled." But that's just me."
Through his self-adulation and continuous blabbering, I could understand that he was carefully choosing his words. He said everything to attract to women at a primal level. He was telling her that he has resources and he was aware of it. He was showing off the fact that he wanted to make the best use of it instead of philandering it away. He just told that he was an exciting, competent guy who's up for a challenge any day. I instantly noticed her avoiding eye contact and looking down submissively, smiling.
"And yes it's a great life, don't you think?" He took another small sip of his drink.
"It's a bit different for me, but yes. I'm not that lucky as you though. I worked my way up. But yes, I love life."
She always enjoyed deep conversations and he was good at it. He lifted his glass to take a sip when she just finished hers. I noticed that she was drinking faster than she does usually. Was she getting drunk? No, she always maintained her composure.
"Of course. We all have limitations. But what we strive to do is live your life to the fullest. I do stuff which I like. And I protect it. I don't give a fuck what others think. Haha."
"Speaking of which, I didn't know you danced well too. Yesterday was a complete shocker. Was that part of living the life too?"
"Haha, of course. I took dance lessons. But keep that as a secret." He winked at her.
He began to speak about the class which he took last year. He was sounding very interested to tell about it. He explained about the little fun incidents that happened while at he was at it. I'm sure whether he even took classes but I knew it was to get her attention even to something she enjoyed. He carried on talking about until Shilpa cautiously cut him in his explanations.
"Ok, I have to tell you one thing. I don't know how it came to my mind right now. It might sound really weird." she gave a nervous laugh.
"Go ahead, try me." He was eager to listen even though her words came from nowhere.
"Ok." She stood up straight in the sofa and smiled a shy grin. "Did you know Karthik thinks of you as his role model? Like he literally wants to be you and aspire to be you."
Those words defeated me. The timing of her response confirmed it. Why would she want to say that to him? And that too, at a moment when both of them clearly knew that he was flirting dangerously, each sentence bolder than ever. I knew what that meant. She was literally hinting about the fact that she believed so. And right now, in his house when nobody knows about her presence, saying that clearly sounded like an invitation for more than harmless flirting. A grin formed on his face.
"To be honest, that's not the first time I heard it. He brushed it away casually. "But I never guessed Karthik would say that. He's more of a nerd. No offense. He a good nerd." He finished his sentence, studying her body.
"Yea I know. He's a good nerd. He's very sweet." She replied as her eyes met her fingers holding the glass.
"I know I have many fans among other guys too." He winked at her.
"He always speaks highly of you." Although smiling, she decide to ignore his gesture.
"Fix you one more?" He nodded towards her now empty glass
"Well..." She looked at the glass with a mild surprise that she finished it so fast.
"I don't want you getting drunk and sleeping off on that couch, madam." I think we can have some really good conversations."
He sounded really genuine when he said that. If I went by how he put those words together, I would have seriously believed that he was here for a few talks only.
"Are you fine?" He enquired.
"Yes of course, I am! I know how to handle myself. Not drunk at all" The slightly raised tone of her voice showed that she was letting him know she wasn't that irresponsible. She was on a happy high but sounded quite in her senses.
"Ok tell you what." He leaned forward and took her glass away from her as he continued to speak.
"I'm gonna keep these back in the kitchen and I'll show you the pretty little garden of my house. Let's have some fresh air."
"Sure." She watched him get up and leave the room. I almost had a heart attack when her eyes wandered to the potted plant on the window sill behind which I was hiding. Thankfully, there was no possible way she would have noticed anything peculiar. A few cluttering noises and a very low audible latching of the cupboard, he walked back
"Shilpa?" He called out to her when I saw him walk closer and lean downwards to the seated figure when he was near her. She wasn't facing him that time. In fact, she was looking my way.
"Yes?" Came her reply.
What I saw in that split second changed what I unwillingly wanted all night. Time seemed to slow down in that very second. Her hair flew across her face when it swung over her beautiful features. The smiling face that greeted him was met with Siddharth's face inches away from hers. I saw the space between those faces slowly disappear as he took her face in his hands. He planted a swift kiss right on her lips all the while holding her face. It was a kiss, a full mouth kissed that seems to linger on forever but it was over as soon as it started. Their lips parted ways to a smiling Siddharth and an expressionless Shilpa.
"I always wanted to do that." He sank into the sofa. This time, he moved a bit farther from her from before. He was giving her the 'space' after that creep of a move. I was getting a live class on sleazy seduction!
"Did I upset you? He continued to speak. "Hope I wasn't a bad kisser"
"No... I mean...Wow, Ok. I wasn't expecting that." Her nervous giggle continued and he watched her with a completely innocent face, a smile curling his lips upwards.
"It was really what I expected though. You have such wonderful lips." He smiled at her like an innocent kid.
"It might sound weird but wouldn't it be really amazing to know that a guy whom your guy 'worships' to show a genuine interest for you."
Just when she was about to answer with a surprised look on her face, he continued to speak.
"And want to be just as close as possible to you..?" He shifted ever so slowly nearer to her.
"I'm still at a loss of words..." She was taking what just happened to her. For a person who would not wait a moment to any displeasure dished out, she was really slow to react.
"Should we walk to the garden now...or stay here for a bit more time."
His arms found its way to her thighs for the first time. It was the first time he touched her tonight.
"You like me, baby?" Siddharth leaned in a bit more closely.
"It's not right..."
"No, does it make you feel good? I'm just asking you that. At a very deep level."
"Yea, I mean, you're hot. In so many ways. But..."
Her Body huddled to the corner of the sofa and naturally went defensive, shifting her weight into the other end of the cushion. Sid was moved with her and she was finding herself to be almost pinned between the cushion and him.
"I don't think I'll do anything you don't want to." With that in one swift motion he grasped her ample breast from under her top and looked at her.
"Sid..." Her voice was frail and accommodating "No. This is bad. We should stop. This is so wrong..."
"You wore a blue top on your first day of your college. Do you remember?"
"What? I...really don't remember." She had a glazed look in her eyes now. She wasn't expecting that from him.
"Blue top with a white embroidery in the front? And a pair of black jeans? That's your favourite top, I'm sure." He enquired.
"Wow ok...Maybe you're right." She was smiling at him in a confused way. She had her hands on his shoulders now. It just rested there with posing any resistance to him.
"I remember that day so well. And from that day on, I used to check you out right after my basketball practice almost every day."
Her eyes darted all around his face. He was pointing out instances from the past "You're so fucking adorable. Why do you think I came to your class right after we won the Inter-College festival? I wanted to show off the shining trophy to you. "
She let out a sigh, never turning her eyes away from him as the touch became a lingering massage. I was equally surprised that Siddharth watched her so closely. All those times, he was the one who was the centre of female attraction. Siddharth the hero was showering her with attention. He was subtle and persuasive in making her believe that it was not only in the past few days that she was in his mind, but the moment he saw her when she joined college. As far as I knew, He always paid attention to details about everything. I could also sense the halo effect he was taking advantage of. He was telling her that the most desirable guy in college always had a look out for her.
"Remember the time you practiced your ass off for the dance finals? You stayed back longer than everyone. I loved your dedication and passion. The way you move your hips...ummm."
She looked away, letting her head fall sideways into the cushion. She was almost lying down leaning into the armrest now seated there. I heard a low gasp from Shilpa when I saw his fingers enter into her top from her midsection. He was holding just above her hips from under her top.
"And I'll tell you one thing, Shilpa. This is between us. This night. I love and love each moment deeply. I don't want any harm to happen to you. I wouldn't let anyone pass that gate tonight."
He gave her the ultimate reason for to be in plausible deniability. The plausible deniability to be a woman who was going to submit without having any implications or any pressure on her. He very well knew Shilpa never saw herself as one of the easy girls. She still looked as if she wanted more false validation if at all she was going to allow him his prize.
"We should stop, Sid. Before it gets too late. I have a boyfriend." She protested so meekly that she sounded she genuinely wouldn't have convinced herself.
"Oh I know that guy. A nice kid. Just Relax, beautiful." His voice was sounding soothing and confident at the same time.
I wanted a closure. A natural closure. This is what I wanted and this is what I got. I wanted to see the simple reality of the animalistic decisions we make in this world of today. I wished to see the dominant male coaxing his intended target. I wanted to see the modern day equivalent of fluffing up the feathers to show off his perfect genes. All the thoughts of mine being passive left me as I found myself getting aroused. All the guilt of letting this happen was washed away. I realised it wasn't in my control at all. I wanted to see this male show his strength, his ownership of resources to protect and conserve his target to finally satisfy his own primary urges. I came to the painful realisation that I got what I wanted. The anger and the slight resentment of not willing to do anything till now slowly made way for the twisted thoughts I had before. All thoughts of aggression completely evaporated.
"I want to have you, Shilpa" He parted the fallen hair with one of his hands that was inside her top and found its way again. This time it moved higher to her breasts, inviting another gasp louder than the previous one.
"Sid, this is..." He didn't let her finish. A deep kiss muffled her words. He knew she was willing as long as he did the right things and said the right words.
"Shhhhh...its ok..."
He leaned forward this time, kissing her cheeks, her face hidden away from my view. Her legs were falling down from the sofa sideways, her body half cocooned with Sid's body joining them at their hips. I saw her squirm from his touches and kisses, her thighs rubbing against each other tightly.
He continued groping my girl's breasts with his hands. Her top had ridden up as I could see glimpses of it when they squirmed together. He came down with his hands still on our heaving mounds and he slowly down kissed her exposed belly. For the first time since he touched her, I saw her face as he planted wet kisses on her navel. It was a face of scrutiny and pleasure. It was as if she wanted to separate the adultery she was committing so that she could enjoy the soft kisses without remorse. With an occasional tighter squeeze of her breasts, her mouth let out long gasps through her slow breathing. Her hands found its way with a mind of its own and her fingers entangled his thick wavy hair.
"You have such a soft tummy. And warm."
She again let herself be confined in silence, drowning in lust and confusion.
He got up slowly and gave him his hands in invitation. Shilpa was stunned for a split second, taking in the sudden movement. She adjusted her hair falling onto her face and extended her hands. He helped her up into a hug and wasted no time snuggling into her neck. They were making out heavily although my girl was seemingly less enthusiastic. She was hugging him with limp hands, trying to hold on to his stomach. Siddharth explored her body through the tight hug and his strong hands wandering down for the first time. It came to her hips and went down to her voluptuous ass. He gave it a hard squeeze as her whole body twitched involuntarily. His large hands squeezed her ass hard and she hugged him harder.
"Get those heels off. He commanded softy. Without letting go of his grip, she removed her shoes with the other leg one after the other. She just became shorter from removing her latest purchase of the day.
"You're tall." She giggled at him.
He was tall. He was 6 2 according to the gym class statistics. He looked taller with his naturally slim, athletic body and he always held his head high. She reached only up to the middle of his chest now. He tugged her along to the middle of the room and stopped at the centre of the carpet. I could see now that her hands had gone inside his shirt. They both swayed in a lustful embrace. He removed his hands from underneath her top and reached for the hem of the skirt. In their slow dance, her back now faced me as he peeled it upwards. I hadn't had sex with her for almost a week. And now, I saw my girl's ass since our last love making. It was as if he was showing me that he was going to take my girl right in front of me. He left it rolled up in a ring around her waist as he took a step backward and unbuttoned his shirt. The shirt flew into the distance and he held her hands together on his chest. He lifted them to his face and kissed them. I saw him fiddle with her watch, the same watch which I bought her saving up months of my pocket money and gift hampers. He opened and threw it to the couch.
His hands found its way to the front of her top and pulled it over her head. He kicked his shoes away and removed his socks. In one swift move, he pushed the bunched up skirt down to her knees and began a trail of kisses from her thighs and her stomach all the way to her open mouth again. I saw my girl getting uncomfortable with her skirt stuck around her knees as she wiggled her toned legs to drop it down. Her legs pushed away the piece of dress while her neck ate up his wet kisses. He turned his head to hers and planted a full kiss on her lips. I heard her moan into his mouth as he pressed his face again. His hands found her shoulders and they sank into the carpet. She fell on her back, still lip locked. My view was that of his muscular body covering her petite frame. All I could see was the back of his kneeling torso between her legs. I saw his desperation when he unbuckled his jeans. Her black lace panties and bra came off as he jerked them off quickly. The last pieces of clothing was gone in a couple of seconds. He was crouching way down, their genitals dangerously close, like an animal who got his prey in his desired position.
The sight before me was beautiful and painful. It was something I never thought I would see. From where I was watching, I hesitantly studied them as a whole. This tall dominant man and his conquered female had their backs towards me. He was on his bent knees leaning forward, his weight spreading her legs wide open. Her hips were lifted off the ground. They joined together at their heads and bosoms, kissing and exploring each other with their mouth. It would not be long before he would take her.
For the first time now, I looked right between those open legs. I took in the familiar sight. She had an amazing pussy. Her tiny puckering asshole and her pussy was exposed to the warm light of the chandelier filling the room. It was a beautiful sight that I always saw when I stripped off her panties. She always kept it shaven except for the large V on top. It looked so beautifully natural. Like a pussy should be. The familiar lips of her pussy was pressed flat into her vagina because she was sitting for so long. She had a bigger than average pussy lips. It lay matted against her opening dearly. Everything was so familiar except for something which made me realise her body's true wants. The bottom part of her slit was glistening eagerly. Of all the times we had sex, I had never seen such a sight. Her bottom half of those matted pussy lips shined so much in the dim light. It looked as if someone had sloppily ate her lower pussy. I could almost feel how wet and dripping it was. There was no mistaking before and there no mistaking what she wanted. Her body was preparing itself, producing all the juices to assist the inevitable. Her body was craving to be intruded in a big way. She knew it was a worthy competitor above her. Her body had very well decided to help him take her fully...
Siddharth might have thought the same now. I saw his head quit roaming over her exposed breasts. It disappeared from my view as he looked down between their bodies. One of his hands which was supporting him over her went towards his groin. Holding himself over her with the ankle of her legs hooked on his arms, he pushed down his cock towards her obliging pussy. I saw his rigid cock come down to touch her wet velvety folds. He was so hard that he had to push it down to be in the same level as her welcoming cavity. A slight gasp escaped her lips as he held down his cock towards the moist opening. The engorged head teased her pussy lips from the top of her clit all the way down to her entrance. As the matted lips parted from the intrusion, I heard her head thrash on to the carpet beneath her. I imagined her trying to close her eyes tightly, her face wrinkling from the continuous effort.
"Yea baby...uhh. You're so fucking wet .you know that.." He was rubbing it in. He was telling her she wanted this as much he did.
Her legs were spread wide and it was positioned in the way only a willing female would do. He leaned forward completely on top of her and I saw her face. As I studied my beautiful girl's grimace, it suddenly turned into a face of sudden surprise. Her eyes widened and her jaws dropped to inhale a long rasping breath. I knew he had her.
"Oh...Oh..." She rasped away as if she's was in a trance.
As she inhaled again a long coarse breath, I looked down at their union. His bulbous cock head had completely slipped inside. He was definitely bigger than me. Much bigger. He shifted his weight directly above her and pushed his way in. Her meaty pussy lips had completely parted and what was left of her pussy lips, withered in along with the girth of his cock. In a desperate move to take in all this, she wrapped her hands around his head. Her embrace made her upper body lift itself up a bit as she pulled on his head. She was preparing herself for his onslaught. He was still going in with his massive cock till almost half his shaft was nudged inside. I could see that she was trying to slow him down. From our previous fuck sessions, I knew what she was looking for. She always tells me to stay deep inside her whenever I bury my cock to the hilt. I knew she loved that feeling of being full. But Sid wouldn't have any of that. He was still easing his full length into her.
"Oh fuck...oh fuck...! Arrgh." She screamed into the night pushing down her head deep into the supple carpet.
"That's it, baby. That's it. Feel that inside you..." Sid growled.
It was almost half way in, and I heard a tiny whimper from her when Sid began to withdraw only to ease it back inside again. He started thrusting in with smooth and short strokes to loosen her up. Through her helpless moans, Shilpa knew her actions were becoming futile to make him stay inside her. I saw her reflexes make her do something that looked so ungracefully barbaric. She was unskilfully spreading her legs wider to accommodate him. She was trying to give him a better angle to prod her tight pussy so that he gets to penetrate her fully. Her pussy lapped on his cock each time his strokes pulled out only to go deeper inside her. As it was pulling out, I saw his cock which had already gone fully inside. It was shining wet from their juices. With another rocking motion, he plunged back slowly. Inch by inch I saw his organ disappear deeper into her pussy. I knew how tight she felt for me when I fucked her. This massive cock of his was literally stretching her to the limit and her body wanted it. Her pussy was producing all the juices it can. The juices was seeping down her ass crack now. I could see her the shape of her pussy had turned into a large O when he withdrew almost all the way till the tip and his large balls would repeatedly kiss her tiny asshole each time he went it all the way.
"Uhh...uhh...uhh...uhh..." she moaned to the rhythm of the steady pummelling that Sid was inflicting on her.
"Fuck yea, baby. Take it deep. Deeper than you ever had. Ummm?"
I knew that answer more than he did. He was touching the deepest places of her most guarded opening. Her hoarse moans were the proof of that. Her head was thrashing wildly now and her screams were sounding animal like. I saw her outstretched hands clutching the furry carpet hard, stretching it from both sides of her body. I could have sworn she would scream out any moment to stop his masculine invasion but she never did. Her moans were becoming a string of long throaty gasps. Her legs were hanging limp from the side of his forearms planted firmly besides her armpits. I saw him pull out again slowly and he adjusted his weight properly. He was on his toes now, like a spread out plank inclined over her. They were joined together at the tight, sloshy grip that her pussy had on the length of his huge cock. He started fucking her with hard and long strokes. Her moans matched his thrusts.
"Uhh... Uhh...uhhh..." She continued to take the onslaught from his powerful thrusts.
He wasn't slow and he wasn't fast either. He was taking his time to enjoy her forbidden cavity completely. I could see the outstretched clenched hands of her had now relaxed but it was still holding on to the carpet like before. I was astounded by his stamina and his agility as he pumped her over and over again. He was sending her to an orgasmic heaven.
The self-dejecting person I now find myself to be, I blankly kept staring at the spectacle before me. Each deafening sound of the slapping of their skins echoed in my ears. It was giving me this sick pleasure to that part of the mind which orchestrated the whole thing. I felt a wet spot on my pants at the tip of my cock straining to let loose. Each time his hips mashed violently onto her upturned ass, it resonated directly onto my chest. Not more than fifteen feet away was this stud of a man ravishing the only girl I loved. Ever. And all I think now was how evolutionary it was. I watched closely again with these debauched beliefs running through my mind. Her soft whimpers were drowning in his grunts. His ass was clenching hard each time he plunged into her. I stared at the very junction where her pussy was hungrily swallowing his cock. Their combined juices were dribbling down to her asshole and onto to her ass crack. It was going to drip down to his expensive carpet if he carried on this assault
"Ummm..." He growled into her. He bend his knees and came closer to her, still buried to the balls. His outstretched arms swathed her like a little baby ending in an embrace covering her whole body. He began bucking his hips away adjusting to the new position. He was still fucking her rock steady.
"Mmmmmmm..." I heard a muffled cry from her throat. He was kissing her while he fucked her harder and deeper.
He truly was a specimen. The power with which he was fucking was incredible. He was fucking himself in and out of her defeated pussy vigorously.
"Oh my god. Oh fuck...You're so fucking hot. Ah!" I knew he broke the kiss when I heard his voice.
"Aaargh. Oh my .Oh. Oh." Her cries replied to his statement.
"That's it .scream for me..."
Picking up her groans as further motivation, he fucked her wildly with harder and faster strokes into her bucking hips.
"Now, take me like that!" He shouted. "Take me, girl!" He growled and thrust himself completely with such a brawny force her whole body convulsed. I thought he broke her in half. The pounding he was giving her was raw and forceful. He withdrew, and again thrust heavily that send a visible ripple on those ass cheeks and embedded himself in her. It was as if he was trying to penetrate her more.
"Take me! Can you? Mmrghhm? Take me more!" He pulled her into a tight bear hug.
Her soft whimpers filled the room as he grinded himself into her pussy.
"Umrrmmgh?" He roared again.
In the struggle to catch her breath, she must have uttered something that I couldn't comprehend.
"Louder."
"It's yours...take it." Her sobs were now loud enough for me hear. She gave in. Her instincts have finally taken over her to accept that truth openly.
"Louder" He kept fucking her with the same intensity.
"Fucking take me..! Take me as much you want." He withdraw almost all the way and slammed it again.
"Ahhh! Fuck me! Yes. Make me yours." Her cries were broken and choppy with each thrust.
Again he slammed it in hard and I saw the familiar rippling of the flesh on her hips. He withdrew again and I knew what was coming up. With a tight forward thrust, he slammed into her. He plunged a dozen or more thrusts and paused. He removed her hands that had encircled his sweaty back. He confidently removed himself from her. I saw the swollen and battered pussy as he slowly got himself up. She was still lying down when he pulled at her gently.
"Come here, Baby. Come here..." From the hard fucking he just gave her, he was breathing heavily too.
For the first time I hoped that he would position her in a way so that I could see her clearly but he stood up with his back against me.
"Get on your knees." he pulled her limp body up. She was visibly dizzy when he made her kneel into to a comfortable kneeling position. She had her face in her hands and was shaking like a leaf when she almost fell forward.
You came didn't you, baby?" He asked with confidence. "I could hear the smile in his voice. You can't hide it. I felt your pussy throbbing like hell."
I could tell that she was still not over it. Her hips were trying to squirm into the carpet from the waves of pleasure she felt.
"Are you ok?" I saw her nod like a zombie.
With that, I saw him nudge her with his knees. Glimpses of her naked body were visible through his legs. He was a tall man and he had spread his legs far enough to make his groin come directly next to her head. He was going to make her suck his cock.
No words were spoken when I saw him hold her hair loosely and moved forward. I saw his ass cheeks tighten as he thrust himself forward. A muffled moan confirmed that his cock found its way into her willing mouth. I saw her hands rest on his thigh and he started pumping in and out. I couldn't see her fully. All I heard was her gargling noise that filled the room.
"Fuck yea baby. That feels so good" he was fucking her mouth now faster and faster.
"You like my cock baby..?" he kept feeding his cock faster and faster without caring for a reply.
"That's it. Look at me when you do that." I imagined a glossy eyed Shilpa with her mouthful of his organ looking up to him.
After a few minutes of exploring her mouth with his manhood, he pulled her head away signaling her to stop sucking. I saw her hands now caressing his muscular thighs. I swear I saw her kiss his genital area. She dropped down from her knees and shifted her sitting position neared to one of his strong legs. I saw her for the first time properly since the time they were got up from the couch. There was a dreamy look in her eyes. Her chin was glistening with their juices and she was looking visible exhausted. My blank mind fed hungrily on the visuals before me.
"Fuck, you're beautiful Shilpa. I should have taken you before, much before." Sid told her while playing with her hair.
A smile lingered across her face. I knew she could take it as a compliment without guilt now. He had fucked her. And she let him. He bent down and kissed her sweaty forehead. She was scooped up easily by his strong arms and made her stand up. They entwined into a passionate embrace which ended in a full mouth to mouth kiss. I saw her cheeks hollow in and out as she literally devoured his mouth in pure lust. His cock popped up from between their bodies. In a quick move, he spun her around and began licking her the length of her neck. She had her eyes closed and her breathing was heavy. I saw her hips push back against him in approval. Just when her hand was reaching back to his waist, he gently pushed her forward.
"Bend down and get on that sofa."
"What?" She replied innocently, as if she didn't quite understand what he said.
"Get on the sofa. All fours. I'm going to fuck you like my little bitch." He ordered her in a cocky way.
I saw her smile gently again. She wobbled around the coffee table and climbed on the sofa on her knees. Sid moved forward and made more room and pushed away the coffee table away with his legs. I was hiding in the corner of the same wall where the sofa was placed. I was treated to the perfect side view when she placed herself willingly like a bitch in heat.
"Ugggh" she cooed when his hands came slapping down on her ass.
"Look at that. I imagined seeing this for the past two years, you know."
"Did you now?" For the first time she was vocal with her words. She slightly arched her back." This ass? Ummm?" she cooed.
"Ohh yea.That ass." He squeezed them with both hands and rolled her fleshy mounds like a horny pervert.
"Ouch. Ummm..." She was licking her lips like a slut.
"Arch that ass more. Let me see that."
She pushed her towards him making her curve back so seductively.
I saw him grip her love handles and took a step closer with his erect cock waving closer towards her love hole. He aimed his cockhead towards her hole and eased it in with one slow thrust.
"Oh goddd." Her face suddenly contorted from his invasion.
"All the way baby...all the way in." He was looking at her ass.
"Ummm, fuck." She let out a satisfied moan, one of pure ecstasy.
"You have such a tight pussy baby. Such a tight one. Your nerdy guy doesn't fuck you enough?"
For the first time he mentioned me. I waited with baited breath praying she doesn't answer that question. After all the things I saw, I still didn't want to be involved in it .He was sliding in and out of her slowly and steadily. Her reply may have been the gentle rocking of her hips back and forth.
"Ohh god. You're such a stud." I heard her mutter shamelessly.
I could see her breasts jiggling from his controlled thrusts jerking her body forward in rhythmic motions each time he pushed inside. He was fucking harder and faster now, with his large hands now grasping her feminine form by her waist. The big dog in the house was mating with his preferred female of the day. And he didn't care whom she belonged to. In the end, he simply took her and made her his. There was a clear sheen of sweat on both of them. His forehead was dripping sweat on to her back. The clock on the wall showed that they were fucking for over an hour..
"Come on tell me. Do I fuck you better than your little boyfriend? He snarled to the back of her head.
"Mmmm, I...never...felt this full." She was panting like a dog now. She still didn't answer his question the way he wanted to hear. I knew he wanted to hear that He was better than me. Maybe there was this tiny loop of love for me swimming inside her head she wanted to be kept untouched.
He grabbed some of her hair with a roll of his wrist, picking up speed. His large nuts where swinging and smacking into her clit as he fucked her. It was a sight that was overwhelming. He would cum for her soon.
He slapped her ass. Her cheeks resounded his hit with a loud smack. "Who owns this pussy Shilpa?" He asked her again and pulled her head back.
She groaned again with closed eyes. She was quivering now and her face was of total submission.
"It's yours..."she whimpered weakly. She wasn't audible at all but I could make out her lips uttered those very words I never wanted to hear. I was silently watching every twitch of her face.
"I can't hear you." He growled. His pounding was turning savage. In a quick move that shook me off balance, he pulled her towards him and pushed her forcefully to the side of the arm rest facing towards me. I almost fell back when I saw them closer than ever before. In the presence of her true partner unknown to him, he continued mashing her hips into the sofa with his heavy fucking. He slammed her again and again as her moans became nothing more than mindless gibberish.
"Tell me! Who owns you Shilpa?" He was relentlessly nailing her into the sofa.
"You...You...You..." It seemed like a moment I was waiting for the whole evening. I felt that this picture, this visual was what my twisted mind wanted to relish. Her face was looking retarded, her eyes were half open and guttural noises escaped her open mouth.
"I'm gonna fuck you like this whenever I want it. You understand? This is mine!"
"Yes! Yes..!"
"I'm going to cum inside you too. Whenever I want. Ummm? Ummm? How does that sound?"
"Yes...Yes! Ohh god, I love you!!"
He was literally ruining her now. Her head was pulled back so much that I felt a sharp pain by just watching her bent neck. Her face couldn't have been more than 10 feet away.
"Take that cum deep in your pussy, my little bitch!"
She moaned again, his pace quickening, her tits bouncing as his cock reached depths of her woman hood. She was just groaning like woman possessed.
"Tell me to cum inside you..." He huffed and puffed through his sentence.
"Cum inside. Inside my pussy...Inside...Pussy...oooohh"
He picked up pace through her high pitched cries. With his rocking hips becoming a blur behind her, I watch her push her ass back closer to him involuntarily.
"Arrrgggh." I knew it. She knew it. Siddharth was unloading his heavy balls deep inside her. His short hard strokes into her kept on continuing. Her eyes were wide and looking upwards. I knew her insides were getting filled up. A few more thrusts and he fell on her back. She lay limp under him. She was sobbing and panting like she ran a mile. A few more deliberate humps mashed her into the sofa and he hugged her tightly like she was his favourite possession. Their limp bodies were stacked and they looked like they melted into each other. It seemed like forever to come back to normalcy when he withdraw from her. His semi hard cock drew a sticky line of cum from her pussy when he slumped against the sofa next to her. Shilpa was still breathing her long breaths as he grabbed her shoulder ever so lightly. She turned back and she grabbed a hug from him, snuggling into his chest.
They settled into an embrace in the same sofa they exchanged pleasantries a few hours ago. She was lying on his chest cuddled up. She was panting slowly into his chest. I could see her eyes were closed. They would have stayed like that for at least 10 minutes. No words were spoken. They hands were exploring each other.
"You look thirsty. Get us a glass of water"
"Umm? Ok. Where...where should I go..?"
Her eyes were searching for the clothes he threw away.
"Go right." He motioned her to the other room. "The shelf is on the left. And you can wear them later."
"Ok... Left side?" She paused for a while and got up carrying a smack on her ass from Sid's palm. I saw her hips sway as I watched her walk slowly out of my view. She looked back at him giving a satisfied smile while adjusting her hair just as she went out of both our sight.
Something clicked in me the moment her presence left the room. The show was over for me. I didn't want to see anymore. It was over. I needed to get out. I felt it was enough, as a sort of utter completion for my perverted thoughts of the past few days. Dazed, I acted on that decision and made my way across the house through the darkness and jumped off the wall. I felt I wasn't even trying to be careful nor was I trying to be quiet. I was scared of getting caught but it didn't bother me. I raced back to my scooter and sped away. My mind was numb. Thoughts weren't getting processed faster than I can comprehend.
.......
The half empty bottle of whiskey from last week's little house party came flying into my hand as soon I entered my room. I chugged it down and went straight to the bathroom. I unbuckled my pants and let it drop down. I took out my cock which was slick with hours of precum and jerked away into the wash basin .I held myself pressing against the wall besides the mirror. Within seconds, my hard cock kept spewing load after load into the white porcelain wash basin thinking of her face when Sid filled her pussy...
I locked the door behind me. I could not even muster the strength to dry myself. My sweaty body was turning cold now. My hand was wet and my fingers were sticky. I stumbled on to my bed as a worn out man. I lied down and with the incidents about this fateful night filling mind. I am completely spent, my mind, body and soul. Never in my life had I felt so much of an empty void inside of me. It was a void of filled with guilt and disgust. The alcohol in my system had already started without withdrawing, ushering in a state of drowsiness. Images were flashing in my mind and my head was throbbing lividly. I stared into the darkness, as the waves and waves of artificial wind from the ceiling fan battered my face. Questions are going through my mind. The probable answers are making me almost hysterical and weak. When I look back I seem to know a lot of things. Could I have avoided all this? For sure. But I didn't. Why did I allow myself to be a mute spectator and surely, a willing accomplice? All the incidents from the past few days came flashed before me as I felt my mind drifting away. I learned a lot this day...
It was beautiful evening. Suman was standing in the balcony, facing the road. She was eagerly waiting for her romantic husband Sanjay.
They were quite happy in their married life. One year ago, they were strangers but now their life was incomplete without each other. Such is the power of Indian marriage. It was arrange marriage, but they were living like lovers. They did not have any children. Actually they were not eager for baby at such early stage of marriage, and wanted to enjoy their sex life freely. That's why Suman was on pill.
Suman was very shy on the bed, due to her traditional upbringing, but she enjoyed every bit of her sexual encounter with Sanjay. Sanjay was very romantic. He had fucked her at every corner of the house. Suman always felt herself in heaven when Sanjay is inside her. Suman got used to daily fuck session, and she always used to wait for Sanjay in the evening. Today as usual, she was standing in balcony, waiting for Sanjay.
Sanjay was busy man. However, Sanjay always found excuses to leave early from the office. Suman never revealed to Sanjay her sexual feelings. She used to be eager for Sanjay's dick but she never expressed such eagerness before Sanjay. Sanjay did not mind, because he himself was quite horny for Suman, and their daily night was night of sexual fire and passion. Everything was going very fine. Then, something happened, which proved to be disaster for this couple.
Sanjay was deputed on foreign assignment by his employer MNC Company. Sanjay requested that someone else may be sent to Australia, but company director refused in clear terms. When Suman heard this news, she got shock of her life.
"Sanjay, three months is very long period, how will I stay here alone? Can't I come with you?" Suman pleaded with tear in her eyes.
"Company's policy does not allow the spouse in such assignments. "Please honey! Just three months, and we will be together again," Sanjay said hugging her in his arms.
"But Sanjay I can't stay here without you," Suman repeated her grief.
"This assignment is very important for my career Suman, you have to be strong, or else, I won't be able to go.... please don't cry!!" Sanjay consoled her.
Sanjay left for the Australia on very next day. Suman kept crying whole day. Somehow one day passed. But it was very long day for Suman because this day was without Sanjay.
Next day, when she was reading newspaper, she heard doorbell. She opened the door. She found a boy standing there.
"Kallu what are you doing here?" Suman asked with anger.
Kallu was son of Maya, their maidservant. She used to come in the morning. Maya usually came alone, but couple of times when she did not felt good, Kallu brought her on his cycle. Suman never liked kallu. There was one reason for this. Once when Kallu came along with Maya, she heard Kallu saying on his mobile to somebody, "I am with mother dear. She was not feeling well that's why I brought her on cycle. Anyway, I like coming here. Memsaab here is very sexy. She is very beautiful. You should see her ass, oh God!! It's very sexy. I am sure her husband must be having a good time."
Kallu was unaware that Suman was standing behind him, and she listened to everything. He believed that she was bathing, that's why he was talking freely on mobile, while his mother was sweeping other room.
When he turned, Suman gave a hard slap on his face. At that time Maya also came there.
"What happened memsaab?" Maya asked.
"Nothing, don't bring this bastard here, next time," Suman said in anger.
"Ok memsaab." Maya said. Seeing the anger of Suman, Maya did not ask anything.
After that incident Kallu never came along with Maya. That's why Suman was surprised to see him there.
"Memsaab, I want to talk to my mother," Kallu said.
"She did not come yet... get the hell out of here!!!" Suman shouted.
Kallu turned back and started moving. He hardly had taken two steps, Maya appeared. He stopped and again came along with Maya.
"Maya, what's he doing here? Did not I tell you not to bring him here?" Suman asked in anger.
"Memsaab he came to meet Sahib. Please request sahib to arrange some job for him. He dropped out from school." Maya requested.
"Sahib went to Australia; he will be back after three month. By the way what can he do?" Suman said ironically.
"I can do everything Memsaab, please give me one chance." Kallu said to Suman while looking at her hanging breast
"Shut up!! I did not ask you!!" Suman said in anger.
"Memsaab please don't mind. Kallu you go home, every time you come here, you create tension," Maya said
Kallu left and Maya started her job.
I am tolerating all this nonsense because of Maya. She does good job at reasonable rate. We will not find better maid than her. But if next time Kallu came here, I will through Maya also along with him. I will not recommend any job for him to Sanjay. Suman thought.
Maya asked, "Will you ask sahib about any job for Kallu?"
"I don't think that sahib can do anything for him. He should search job somewhere else"
"Ok memsaab," Maya said with sadness.
Kallu came home, but he was full of anger against Suman. His friend Bhola asked, "What happened Kallu? You look upset!"
"Nothing dear, this lady Suman is very bad. I don't know what she thinks of herself. She again scolded me today. My mother works there otherwise I would have taken my revenge"
"Calm down Kallu, they are rich people, what can you do?" Bhola said
"No Bhola, you don't understand, I must teach her a lesson now," Kallu said.
"What do you want kallu?" Bhola asked
"I want to grab her ass in my hand, push my dick deep in her asshole, and make her cry out of pain," Kallu said with lust in his eyes
"Do you want to rape her?" Bhola asked.
"I don't believe in rape you know it. But one thing is clear to me, I must have her, otherwise I will lose my self esteem," Kallu said.
"I don't know what to say, Kallu, you are my friend, please think it over with clear mind," Bhola said
"You tell me, what should I do to get her on the bed?" Kallu asked.
"Kallu keep watch on her. She might have some weakness which we can utilize. Every person has some weakness, some secrets, which he/she does not want to share. I am sure; she might be having some weak point, which we can use for our advantage," Bhola suggested.
"Ok, I will do anything to insert my dick inside her. I want to teach her the lesson. I will make her cry Bhola... I will fuck her real hard," Kallu said forcefully.
Kallu started to keep watch on the Suman. A month passed, but, he did not find anything which he could use. But, one day luck came along his way.
He seen that one guy was on the door of Suman's house.
Is this the moment I was waiting for? Kallu thought.
Suman was wearing cloth after bath when she heard door bell.
She opened the door. She got surprised to see someone.
"Hi Suman, how are you? Won't you let me in and give me a glass of water at least? I am your old friend after all."
It was Vijay her classmate of college days. They had sort of love affair in the college. But their affaire never moved beyond lips kisses in the movie theater. Though Vijay grabbed her tits and ass couple of times, Suman never allowed him any further advances. Vijay was desperate for sexual intimacy. But Suman clearly told him that she don't believe in pre marital sex. She even proposed him to marry her if he was so much desperate. But Vijay was not interested in marriage. He was interested in beautiful body of Suman, which was blossoming day by day. He refused to marry. Realizing the true intention of Vijay, Suman broke relationship with him and never talked to him after that. She was quite surprised to see him after many days.
"Vijay, what are you doing here?" Suman asked, "Please leave immediately, my husband is not at home, and if my neighbors saw you here they might take it in wrong sense. You know what I mean?"
"Suman how can you be so selfish?" Vijay asked, "We were friends once and now you are behaving as if I am stranger to you."
Kallu was watching all this with lot of interest from distance.
"Okay, come inside, but you will not stay more than five minutes," Suman said
Vijay came inside. Kallu immediately rushed towards the house. He came to the window from which he could see Suman and Vijay clearly. But instead of watching himself, he put his mobile in video mode and put it in such a way that video of Suman and Vijay was coming clearly. He himself sat down so that nobody could see him.
Suman brought a glass of water for Vijay. He taken glass of water and asked, "wont you ask me to seat?"
"Absolutely not, for courtesy sake, I give you a glass of water. Please, now get out of here," Suman said.
"I will go suman. But let me at least watch you fully. You have become more beautiful and sexy after marriage. I did mistake, not to marry you. You are such a hot thing," Vijay said.
"Shut up!! Vijay, Don't talk rubbish," Suman said in anger.
Vijay came closer and put his one hand on the buttock of Suman
"What are you doing?" Suman shouted.
"I have touched it before. What happened now?"
"Vijay, now you are crossing your limit"
But Vijay moved forwards and kissed Suman on the lips. He kept kissing her for one minute and Suman kept resisting. Somehow, Suman pushed him away.
"You Bastard" She shouted, "How dare you to kiss me"
"We used to kiss daily. You forgot. Please Suman, I will go peacefully. At least kiss me once in old style," Vijay pleaded.
"I am married now Vijay, why don't you understand that?" Suman said, " I am happy in my married life. Please don't disturb me."
"Just one kiss in old style and I will go," Vijay pleaded again.
"I can't do that you know it," Suman shouted at him.
"Suman I am leaving for Canada day after tomorrow, and I will not come back to India again. Won't you give me farewell kiss? Is that is so hard for old friends?" Vijay insisted again
"Ok, just one kiss and you will leave immediately"
"That's like a good friend," Vijay said with smile.
Vijay came forward and put his lips on the lips of Suman. They started very deep kiss. Suman was doing this to get rid of him. Vijay brought his hands downwards and grabbed her ass cheeks.
Suman immediately pushed him away.
"Why are you doing this to me? Please go away and never come here again. I don't want to see your face anymore," Suman shouted.
"Ok suman, I just came to see you, before moving to Canada. I wish that you always remain happy in your married life. Good bye," Vijay said.
Suman kept standing there and Vijay left. She immediately closed the door.
Kallu took the mobile from window and came to nearby garden. He played the clip, he just recorded. After seeing clip his eyes started glowing with lust. He put his right hand on his dick and thought...Get ready for Suman memsaab hehehehe.
Suman felt sigh of relief once Vijay left. But she did not knew that bigger problem was about to come.
Kallu was happy to see the clip of suman with vijay. He could not wait for another day and immediately rushed towards the suman's house. He wanted to capitalize the clip then and there.
Suman just lay in bedroom when she heard the door bell again
"Who is this now? Did Vijay come back?" She murmured.
When she opened the door she found Kallu standing there. She immediately lost her temper and asked in stern voice, "what the hell are you doing here?"
"Calm down Memsaab, and listen to me carefully, if you want to save your marriage," Kallu said confidently.
"What the hell are you talking?" Suman shouted.
"I captured your video with that guy who just came to see you. You given him nice kiss and also let him grab your butt; I think this news must reach your beloved husband memsaab," Kallu said with smile on his face.
For a moment Suman got confused. She could not understand how he knew all this then she regained her senses and shouted, "Shut up!! Kallu, I don't know what you are talking"
Kallu played the clip in the mobile and put it in front of her eyes
"Is not it interesting movie Memsaab? I think Sahib must watch it," Kallu said.
Suman was very confused. But she decided to handle the situation with confidence.
"Come inside," she said loudly.
"Wow, memsaab calling me inside, but you did not liked me in your house," Kallu teased her.
"Shut up!! and come inside," Suman shouted.
Kallu moved inside the house and Suman closed the door.
"Wait a minute, I am coming," Suman said.
"Ok, Memsaab I am waiting," Kallu said.
Kallu was very excited. He was anticipating that he will have his chance now. But Suman had something else in her mind.
Suman appeared suddenly from her bedroom. She was carrying a gun. Before Kallu could react, she pointed the gun at him and said, "you son of a bitch, give this mobile to me or I will shoot."
"What!! Are you gone mad, please listen to me," Kallu pleaded.
"First give that mobile to me; I will listen to you later," Suman shouted back at him.
Kallu was in big dilemma. What have I done? I should have made another copy of this clip. Now if I given the mobile to her, she won't let me put my dick into her. What should I do? he thought
"What are you thinking you bastard? Give mobile to me or I shoot. I will have that mobile after killing you anyway," suman shouted again.
"Look memsaab, if you killed me, you will go to jail, you won't get anything by killing me, please put this gun down. We can negotiate," Kallu pleaded fearing lost of his advantage.
"No negotiation with you, son of bitch. Give that mobile to me immediately, I will not ask again," Suman said loudly.
Kallu did not knew why, but somehow clip in the mobile seemed to him much valuable than his own life.
"Look memsaab, somebody watching from window," Kallu said loudly
She turned and kallu got enough time to turn and get out of the house. He ran away without looking back
"OH God!! Desire of my cock got me almost killed today," he murmured.
When he was far from Suman's house, he taken sigh of relief
Here Suman was standing in the middle of the room with gun still in her hand.
"I can't let him use that mobile clip against me. I must get it at any cost," she murmured.
I think I should talk to her mother. But what shall I tell her. No, I can't tell this to anyone. She decided.
She could not sleep the whole night. Next morning when she awaken she found one envelop in the door. Somebody has pushed it inside the house from beneath the door.
She opened the envelope and found one CD and one letter.
She opened the letter
"Hi memsaab, you almost killed me yesterday. You should not have done it. Now it's my turn. I am feeling very bad after yesterday's incident. Now I am giving you two choices,"
First choice is to give me 5 crore rupees within two day
Second choice is let me stay with you for one day as your husband and let my dick play with your beautiful body. You can see image of my dick in CD. This will make decision making easier for you.
If you did not decided within two days I will mail the clip to your husband. Yes I know his mail id. Now decide fast, what you want?
She got infuriated by the Kallu's second proposal. "How dared he to ask such thing from me? I will kill him," she murmured.
She was confused and upset. She could not let her husband see the clip. See knew pretty well that clip will create havoc in her married life. She never told anything about Vijay to Sanjay.
"OH God, how will I arrange 5 Crore? That's impossible. But I can't make second choice," Suman murmured.
Suman taken the CD in her hand and said, "Why did he send pictures of his organ?"
She squeezed the CD between both of her hands, and within a minute it was broken. She threw it away in rage. "What he thinks of himself?"
She felt helpless. She could never tell about Vijay to Sanjay, nor can she allow Kallu his way with her. She froze for a moment, lost in her thoughts. But then she came to her senses. She went to the Kitchen, drank a glass of water and taken a deep breath. "I must find the solution for this." She thought.
Suman decided to have a peaceful talk with Kallu. She wanted the clip, come what may, so she decided to play a little diplomacy.
She did not have to wait long. At about 2 pm, her phone rang. She picked the phone.
"So, what have you decided?" Kallu asked.
"I have two days time, right?"
"Yes, you have, I thought, you might decide early, that will be good for both of us"
"Kallu, I need to talk to you, can we meet?"
"Have you made your choice?"
"Kallu, I will make my choice, but, can we meet somewhere, before that?"
"Okay, I am in Ashoka Garden right now. Can you come here?"
"I am coming, where can I find you, garden is very big?"
"I will meet you at the main entrance, come within 30 minutes."
"Okay, I am coming."
She was happy. She had succeeded in first step of her diplomacy. She quickly wore a sky blue jeans and a snug green t-shirt that accentuated her boobs. She was not aware that she has worn very sexy outfit. She only meant to get ready as soon as possible. When she started the engine of her car, she realized her mistake. "Oh no, what have I wore, his eyes will feast on my poking breast."
As she did not have much time to change, she decided to move.
She parked her car and moved for the main entrance of the garden.
Kallu was standing right there. As he seen her, he thought, "Wow, she is looking gorgeous. Boobs are poking, as if they want to be free"
As Suman came closer, she found that his eyes were fixed on her boobs.
"Son of a bitch" she murmured.
"Did you say something, memsaab?"
"No, should we move inside?"
"Oh yes, let's move."
They have hardly stepped inside the garden, heavy rain started.
Kallu indicated one big tree to her. "Let's move there"
They came under a big tree. Garden was soon deserted due to heavy rain. Some people settled below trees and some quickly moved out to get into their vehicles.
As Suman settled under the tree, she looked around. "Oh god, it's getting dark, don't know how long this rain will last."
"Why you wanted to see me?"
She regained her consciousness. "What did you say?"
"I said why you wanted to see me?"
"Look Kallu, I apologize for being rude to you. I should not have slapped you. Please forgive me."
Kallu was surprised. "How come you realized this?"
"Kallu, you ask your mother, I never uttered a bad word to her."
"That I know."
"Please, don't blackmail me with that clip. I deeply love my husband. I can't afford to lose him."
"I will give clip to you; just make your mind about the options I have given to you."
"I can't fulfill any of your conditions. I don't have 5 Crore."
Kallu stared at her boobs and said, "But you have easy way out, you can choose second option."
Suman was about to slap him hard, but she kept her calm and said, "In my whole life, I never been with other men then my husband."
"Who was that guy then, who kissed you and grabbed your butt?"
Suman told him the whole story.
"That's it."
"Yes. And I already, apologized for being rude with you. Will you not forgive me?"
Kallu was confused. He was thinking very hard.
"Please Kallu, give that clip to me, I promise, I won't be rude to you again."
Suman was very persuasive. Kallu was under tremendous pressure to give in. But still, he was holding his ground somehow.
"Ok I will give that clip to you, but let me ask you one thing, have you seen pictures of my dick? which I had sent to you in the CD."
Suman looked at the ground and said, "Yes, I had seen."
Kallu smiled. "Did you liked, it?"
Suman did not expect the conversation on this issue. She looked confused and upset.
"What happened? You did not see, did you?"
"I had seen, Kallu?"
Then, Kallu did something unexpected.
He pulled the mobile out of his pocket and handed it over to Suman.
"Take it; you no longer need to worry."
"You did not make another copy of clip, did you?"
"No, I wanted to, but could not."
Intensity of rain was increasing, and literally it was pouring. Droplets of water started percolating down the leaves of tree. They were no longer protected from rain.
"Memsaab you come here, on my place, droplets are falling on you there."
Suman nodded.
"Kallu moved aside and given his place to, Suman."
Kallu, replaced Suman's place.
"Now you are under the droplets," Suman said wearing smile on her face.
"It's okay, memsaab, I am used to it."
Suman wanted to leave immediately. She was happy that her diplomacy worked. She successfully persuaded Kallu and taken the clip from him. She wanted to go home and celebrate her victory. But, heavy rain was holding her back.
"Memsaab, can I ask one thing."
"Yes."
"Did you really see my dick?"
Suman again wanted to say yes, but she thought not to play game anymore and clearly said, "No Kallu, I did not, I mean how I could?"
"I Knew this."
"Kallu, please don't mind, I am not that kind of a women."
"I know, that's why I given that clip back to you."
"Oh I forgot!" Suman said.
Kallu, looked at her with amazement, guessing what was it.
She opened her purse, removed 10,000 bucks from it and offered them to Kallu. "Take it; this is for your mobile."
"No, memsaab, my mobile was not that much expensive. It was used one. I had purchased it in 1000 bucks. Please take this 9000 back."
"No you keep it, buy new one."
"No memsaab, please take it, or else I will take my mobile back."
She took the 9000 rupees from him. They were smiling at each other. Some kind of unusual friendship was developing between them.
"Memsaab, will you see it now?"
"What?"
Suman did not understand what he means. Kallu put his hand on his bulging cock under the trouser and said, "Will you see it now?"
See glanced at his hand which was squeezing his clearly visible bulge. "No, I don't want to see it."
But as if he didn't listen to her, he quickly unzipped his trouser. Seeing this, Suman quickly said, "Kallu please, don't do it."
But he was smiling. "Don't worry memsaab, it won't bite you."
He pulled his cock out and said, "Have you ever seen such a huge thing?"
Suman did not want to look at his dick, but his words created the curiosity in her mind. She again glanced towards him.
She could not believe her eyes. Enormous dick was hanging before her eyes. For a moment, her eyes got fixed at his dick.
"Oh god, it's huge." Suman thought.
She kept staring at his organ, just like a child who sees something new with amazement.
"It's huge, isn't it?" Kallu asked with a smile.
And her trance was broken. She immediately looked in other direction and said, "I think I should go now."
"It's raining heavily memsaab, you should wait for a break in rain."
"Push it back inside, someone might see."
"There is no one around memsaab, and due to heavy rain, visibility is very low. Nobody can see anything from a distance."
"Suman could not help to look at his huge cock. She again steals a glance at his hanging shaft, which was now in Kallu's hand. He was sliding foreskin back and forth over its purple head.
"What are you doing?"
"What a man can do, seeing a beauty like you?"
She blushed again and lowered her gaze with a smile.
"How come, one has such a huge......? You know what I mean."
"What is the size of sahib, if I may ask?"
She hesitated a bit, but then said, "5 and half I think."
"Just 5 and half, I have full 9 inches long and I am sure that mine is thicker too than sahib's, right."
She nodded, and looked away.
"I can't believe that one could have such size."
"Why don't you hold it, you will come to realize that it's true."
"No, I did not mean that."
Kallu came closer and grabbed her hand. She immediately pulled her hand free and started shivering.
"What are you doing?"
"Please memsaab, hold it once, I bet, you would like it and also your doubt will also vanish."
Suman could not believe that she was in such a situation. She came to play a game of diplomacy but now things had taken uncertain turn, which she did not expected.
Kallu again grabbed her hand and said, "Come on memsaab, such a dick is rare, if you got the chance to feel it, you must not reject the opportunity."
He guided her hand towards his dick. Her heart started pounding heavily. Though atmosphere was cool due to rain, she was sweating.
"Please stop!" she said. But, she did not pull her hand away. Deep inside her, there was unknown desire to touch and feel such a huge penis, which she knew was much bigger than her husband's.
He placed her hand on his throbbing cock and said, "Feel it, it's your now."
She wrapped her hand around and measured the thickness.
He unfastened the belt and lowered his trouser by his knees. He was not wearing any underwear. Immediately his dangling balls appeared before her.
"What are you doing?"
"My big balls were not accessible to you, so I lowered my Pant for you."
He guided her hand over his hanging balls. She felt them softly.
"Big combination, isn't it?" Kallu said.
She smiled at him and lowered her gaze with an obvious blush.
Suman moved her hand all over his dick again and again. She also felt his balls number of times. She was touching every part of his dick with lot of amazement.
"Please show me your treasures too; you can't be unfair to me"
She kept playing with the dick and asked, "What do you mean?"
"Please, show me your back."
She pulled her hand from his dick and said, "I can't do that, you know it."
Look memsaab, I could have exploited you with that clip. All I need is just one look over your naked ass, that's it."
"Kallu you don't understand someone might see us," she said to avoid him.
Please memsaab, there is no one around, rain is still very heavy. Who will come here to see us?" please I beg you."
She got confused.
"Please memsaab."
Kallu kept pleading.
She opened the button of her jeans and said, "Are you sure no one will see us?"
There is, no one else memsaab, we are safe here. There is complete privacy here. There is nothing to worry about."
"You will see it just once okay, and you will not touch, is that fine with you?"
"Okay memsaab, cool."
She looked around carefully and turned around before him. It was not an easy thing for her. Slowly she opened the button of jeans and pulled it down a little. Elastic of her thong appeared.
"Pull it down little more memsaab, I can't see much."
And she pulled her jeans down a little more. Now her thong clad while milky ass was clearly visible to Kallu.
"OH God! Magnificent.......... I never saw such a beautiful ass before. Please pull your thong down."
"Please, it's enough," Suman said.
Please memsaab, I want to see it fully naked. Just like, you saw my dick."
Hesitantly she pulled her thong down.
Now her buttocks were completely naked before him.
"Wow... precious! I have no words to praise the beauty of this ass."
She smiled and said, "It's enough, and I am pulling up my jeans."
"No memsaab, how can you be so unfair to me. You felt my dick for over half an hour. Don't you think I also must be given a chance to touch and feel this beautiful buttock?"
Kallu was very persuasive. But she kept silent.
"Please memsaab, let me feel this beauty."
"Okay, go ahead. But, do it fast. You have just one minute."
He placed both his hands on both of her ass cheeks. A sudden wave moved through her. It was wave of erotic passion.
Kallu moved his hands all over her bare ass cheeks. "I am lucky to see them."
He suddenly put two fingers on her pussy and she started shivering.
"Don't touch it."
"Why? It is as much beautiful as your ass."
Kallu taken his dick in his right hand and placed it on the crack of her ass cheeks.
She felt the hardness of his huge dick against her crack and immediately moved forward.
"Oh no Kallu, please keep that away from me."
But kallu came forward, spread the crack of her ass with left hand and placed his dick on her asshole.
"What are you doing?"
Nothing memsaab, you had felt my dick. This poor dick deserves some favour in return."
She could have moved forward from there again easily, but she kept standing there.
He rubbed his dick on her asshole. She felt strange sensation in her body, the one that she has never felt before.
"Oh god I want to tear apart this beautiful butthole. But I know it will be too hard for her to take this huge dick. My dick has hypnotized her and she seems to be getting ready for a nice fuck in the pussy. Before she comes to her senses I must conquer her pussy. I will fuck her arse later." Kallu thought as he rubbed his dick over her asshole.
He decided to take a move and said, "Please memsaab, bent down a little."
"Why should I bend, your time is over, I am pulling my jeans up." She sensed his move.
"No memsaab, please wait a minute."
"Okay, but I will not bend."
He placed both his hands over her shoulders and pushed her down saying, "please memsaab, nothing will happen. Please bend a little."
Suman's resistance collapsed. She was wet and her pussy juice was flowing down her knees.
Kallu knew this that's why he was pushing her down so that he could enter her smoothly.
She was bending before him now and his huge dick was waiting at the entrance of her pussy. He taken his dick in his hand and placed it on the dripping pussy of Suman. Her juice spread on the head of his dick as he placed it on her entrance.
"Please don't do this to me, I love my husband," She said and pushed his dick away from her pussy by her right hand.
"I am just letting them kiss and nothing else."
He put a lot of saliva over his dick and placed it again on the entrance of heaven. He knew that though she was wet, she would require a lot of lubricant to take his dick.
Suman knew what he was up to. But her senses have stopped working. Such is the power of erotic passion. She did not move from there nor did she push his dick away from her pussy. She was bending down there in the anticipation of inevitable.
Kallu grabbed her ass cheeks in his both hands and given a fierce thrust to his crotch over her bending ass. Half of his dick entered her hole and she yelped, "Noooooooooooooooo....... pull it out.......pull it out..... It's paining!"
"Oh god, it's so tight, one more thrust will be required to push it all the way in.," he murmured lustfully.
"Don't even think about it, I can't take anymore."
"Huge dick gives a pain first but afterward they give unmatched pleasure, trust me. And your beautiful pussy is meant to be fucked by huge dick, not by 5 and half." he said.
She was thinking why she told about that to him?
Kallu again grabbed her ass cheeks and she wailed, "oh no."
He given big push forward and he was fully inside her.
"Ohhhhh noooooo ........." Suman yelped again
"Oh god it's hurting badly............please pull it out now."
"I did not push it all the way in to pull it out. You will be fucked hard and nice memsaab. Wait a minute; pain will subside in a moment."
Kallu waited for her pain to subside and asked, "Are you ok now?"
"Someone might see us Kallu, please pull it out."
He got his answer. She was not feeling the pain. She was trying to resist inevitable.
He started moving inside her, thrusting his huge dick in and out of her pussy. First she remained silent. May be she forced the silence upon her. But soon she started moaning with ecstasy. Her ass cheeks were shaking seductively as Kallu pumped his dick inside her. Her moan became more louder with each thrust he made inside her.
Kallu's cock was rubbing uncharted areas of her pussy, where her husband never reached. This has raised the level of sex for her to new heights. She was thinking about it when she moaned with each thrust of Kallu.
"Wow........... what a tight hole you have. You are just like a virgin for me. I never fucked such a hole before. Are you enjoying memsaab?"
"Ooooohhhh........................... please don't ask..... Finish it quickly. Someone might see us."
As she said it, she felt intense orgasm within her body and she cried, "Oh nooooooo..... Please stop. I can't bear it any more.... Please finish it......oooohhh."
"I will fuck you forever memsaab, I am not like Sahib."
Rain was still falling rapidly. Water has started to percolate from everywhere. Tree did not protect them anymore.
"Kallu water is falling on us, now. Please stop. Aahhhh..."
Kallu did not bothered, and kept pumping her, and said, "Don't worry about this water memsaab. You should worry about the water, which I will release inside you. It will make flood in you pussy."
"Aaahhhhh noooo please......." She moaned loudly as she came again. This orgasm was more intense than before. With Sanjay she hardly felt one orgasm and Kallu has givan her two. And he was still fucking her. She was amazed.
He increased his speed and fucked her hole vigorously. She was gasping and panting. Her breath was moving heavily.
"You are enjoying it, I know, no pussy can deny the pleasure of huge cock."
"Please finish it now...oooohhhh.... I can't bear it anymore."
But as if Kallu did not listen. He kept fucking her about 15 minutes and then exclaimed, "I am about to flood you, are you ready?"
Meanwhile, Suman experienced 3 more orgasm. She was surprised at her capacity to have this many numbers of orgasms.
Last few thrust were very violent. Suman almost lost her balance, but she hanged on somehow.
"Oh yes..... Oh yes..... Take my seed!" he exclaimed and stopped.
For a moment there was a complete silence between them. They were lost in the events, just passed.
"You have very sexy hole memsaab, I never experienced such a grip on my dick."
Suman was still in trance. She kept bending there. When the feeling of orgasm subsided a little she regained her consciousness.
"Oh god what have I done. I came here to play the diplomacy. All I wanted is, to get that clip. But... Oh god. Why?
She sobbed and tears rolled down her cheeks.
She was still in bending position and Kallu's dick was still inside her pussy.
"You enjoyed each thrust of my cock inside your pussy, did not you?"
She got upset with his remarks. She immediately pushed him away with full force and shouted, "Get away from me, you bastard."
Kallu's dick slipped out of her pussy. His come was oozing out from her pussy.
Suman stood up and quickly pulled her jeans up. She washed the tears from her eyes and said, "You played the game with me, did not you?"
"It was not a game memsaab; I just fulfilled your hidden desire. Didn't you enjoy it?"
She looked at him. He was smiling at her lustfully.
She adjusted her clothes and said; "god will punish you for this."
She decided to leave immediately. She rushed for the entrance of the garden.
Wait memsaab, how will you go in such a heavy rain.
"Shut up! You son of bitch!"
She did not bother about the rain and ran for her car. She has lost something precious today. She was feeling very bad that she let Kallu fuck her...
Suman was driving car to her home, but her mind was occupied by so many questions, she had no answers. Her eyes were wet. She was full of guilt consciousness. Naturally her attention was not on the road and she nearly escaped an accident. "What am I doing!" she screamed.
Somehow she reached the home. When she entered the house, she found the land line phone ringing.
She picked the phone, "Memsaab are you okay."
She did not reply and smashed the receiver down. "Kallu, you will burn in hell," she said in anger.
She rushed to her bedroom and collapsed on the bed onto her stomach and started crying."Oh God! Why did this happen to me?"
She found it very hard to digest that she let Kallu play his dirty game with her.
She kept lying there for a moment and then thought, "I should clean myself."
She bounced off the bed and rushed to the bathroom. She opened the shower and stood under falling sprinkle of water. She picked the soap and started rubbing it on her vagina. "Oh... it's still paining... Why did I bend before that bull?" She murmured and started the gentle massage with soap over her vagina to give a soothing.
The night was very uneasy for her. She was struggling for the sleep. Events of the garden were haunting her mind. She was restlessly changing her position on the bed. She slept very late.
Next morning she made a decision to fire Maya. She knew that if Maya continued her job at her home than Kallu will come every now and then finding some excuses. But maya didn't turn up that day. Instead she called Suman and said, "memsaab I will not come for a week, I am going to village for some urgent work." before suman could say something else phone was disconnected.
Two days later:
Suman was trying to forget everything. In the evening she decided to go to local vegetable market to buy some vegetables. She wore black jeans and white top.
Vegetable market was full of crowd. People were brushing against each other. It was almost impossible to move forward without brushing against somebody.
As she was moving she felt a pat on her ass cheek. She turned back in anger and found Kallu standing right behind her. There was wicked smile on his face.
"I could have played second inning that day but you ran away," Kallu said with lustful expression on his face.
"Get lost!" Suman said and moved forward.
After one minute she turned back to see whether he is still around. She took sigh of relief that he was gone.
When Suman emerged from the market crowd and given a glance towards her car, she found Kallu standing there. "What's he doing there?" She murmured.
Her face turned red due to sudden upsurge of anger inside her. She wanted to rush there and slap him on the face. But then she thought that, it would not be appropriate for her to do that as her own reputation was on stake. Actually she feared that he might bark about the garden incident before people.
Slowly she proceeded towards her car, ignoring him. As she reached near the car she heard, "you look gorgeous in jeans."
She didn't respond and pulled out Car's key from her purse. But before she could react, Kallu snatched key from her hand.
"What are you doing? Give my keys back to me," Suman said slowly so that nobody else could hear her except Kallu.
But Kallu had something else in mind. He unlocked the car and sat on the driving seat.
Suman decided not to create the scene. It was market place and lot of people from her neighborhood might be there. She opened the opposite door and sat beside Kallu.
"You better give my keys back to me or else..."
"I want to talk to you," Kallu said.
"But I don't want to talk to you. Get the hell out of here. I will call the cops if you didn't move out at once," Suman said.
"You are free to call anybody, but I am not going anywhere," Kallu said with a wicked grin.
"There is no doubt; you are a real son of a bitch." Suman said looking into his eyes.
"Whatever, but I need to talk to you, let's go somewhere."
"Look, I am not going anywhere...okay... get out from my car!"
"Memsaab you are so spicy... That's why I like you so much."
Hearing this, her teeth clenched together and she looked at him with fire in her eyes. But then she saw someone outside. "Oh God, Mr. Mehta... he lives near my house," she murmured.
Kallu heard her murmur. He immediately started the engine and rushed the car out of that area.
"What are you doing?" Suman shouted.
"That uncle could have seen us, so I rushed the car from there."
"Stop it I say and get the hell out of my car!"
Kallu didn't bother about her shouting and pressed his feet on the accelerator. "Memsaab why are you angry with me? Didn't you enjoy that day?"
"I didn't enjoy anything okay...be clear about that... now stop the car and get out immediately."
"The way you held my dick in your soft hand was amazing. The memory of that moment is still fresh in my mind. You like my dick... don't you?"
She had no answer to this question. She found herself speechless. She turned her head away from him towards the window. The events of the garden were running through her mind.
"memsaab you were moaning in ecstasy yesterday, don't you want it again?"
"Stop this nonsense!" she said turning her head towards him. But as she turned, she got stunned.
Kallu was trying to unzip his fly with his right hand holding steering by left.
"What are you doing?"
"Going to show you something you like most. I know you are crazy for my dick."
"Look.... There is no such thing okay... I am not crazy for that ugly thing. "
"Let's see then" Kallu said with a big grin.
Suman turned her head away from him towards the window.
"Damn it... where did it stuck?" Kallu said, irritated.
When Suman turned her head, she found him struggling with his fly. She could not help smiling.
"You should be helping me instead of smiling at me. After all I am doing this for you only." Kallu said.
"Let it be stuck forever, I don't care."
"memsaab my giant can't remain in prison for long. It will tear apart this trouser if need be," Kallu said, and given a wicked smile.
"Stupid." Suman murmured.
"Oh yes... finally my giant is ready to come out... look at it memsaab it is giving you standing ovation."
"Go to hell."
"Come on memsaab; please give it a look, it's standing for you in all its glory.
She turned her head to say, "Look I am getting late, I don't have time for this shit. Stop the car and get out at once."
But when she turned, she couldn't help stealing a glance on his enormous organ. And when her eyes moved on the dick, they got glued it. Such was the impact of his cock on her.
"You like it, don't you?" Kallu said.
"It's not like that okay." She stuttered while she said that and immediately turned away from him.
"I didn't mean that. Please feast on it. It's yours only memsaab."
Realizing that things are turning wild again she said, "Kallu I am getting late. I think we had enough of talking. Stop the car immediately."
"memsaab why are you holding yourself back. Go ahead and enjoy freely. You like my dick you know it. Please hold it in your soft hand. I bet you will enjoy it even more today," Kallu said.
"I am not interested kallu, stop the car...now."
Kallu grabbed her hand and pulled it towards his organ. "Car will not stop until and unless you play with it."
"Look Kallu, that day I made a mistake, I won't repeat it again. I am not interested in such things. Don't waste your time."
"I have plenty of time for you... don't bother about that. Please hold it once, I promise I will stop the car after that."
"Why don't you understand I can't do it?" Suman pleaded.
"But you did perfectly fine yesterday...what happened today?" Kallu asked.
"You don't understand...I can't...."
"You did it once, doing it again won't give you extra negative marking... did you get what I mean." Kallu said placing his hand on hers.
Soon the car was on deserted road. There was forest on the both sides of the road. As Suman was engrossed in her thoughts, she failed to notice the surrounding. When, Kallu given sudden left turn to the car and car entered inside bushes, she came to her senses.
"Where are we?"
"Don't worry this is small forest patch. We are in town only."
"Kallu why don't you understand... you are wasting your time. I am not interested in repeating yesterday's incident."
"Well... I just need to talk to you.... No one will disturb us here."
Suman looked around. There were big bushes all around.
"Memsaab please tell me frankly...didn't you like yesterday."
"I didn't like anything...why don't you get it."
Kallu grabbed her hand and placed it on his dick and said, "Say it again."
His dick was still hard like a rock. He rubbed her fingers on his shaft.
"Stop this...that won't change my mind!" Suman shouted while trying to pull her hand back.
"Okay as you wish..." kallu said and let her hand go free.
She immediately removed her hand from his dick.
"Kallu you are wasting your time... I am telling you...give my keys now."
Kallu went into complete silence. However, after a minute he said, "Let's make a deal Memsaab."
"What deal?"
"Let me put my dick in your asshole today. I give you my words that I won't bother you again," Kallu said. His facial expression looked as if he was requesting.
"No... way." She said after giving it a thought. She thought about it because anal sex was her secret fantasy. Her friend Juhi, who got married earlier than her, had narrated the pleasure of anal sex to her. "You must try it after your marriage," Juhi had said to her. But due to her shy nature Suman never asked Sanjay about anal sex. And Sanjay never showed any interest in it. He even once stated while reading in one magazine about anal sex that how can people indulge in this pervert act... it's so unhygienic. After, listening this from Sanjay Suman buried her fantasy in the deep corners of her heart. But when Kallu asked for it, her fantasy became alive. That's why she given a thought to it.
Seeing Suman in deep thoughts Kallu said, "what are you thinking, your beautiful butt must have a taste of big dick. I bet you will not regret it. Your husband can never fuck your ass the way I will."
"He is not interested in these things," Suman said immediately but later regretted saying it without thinking.
"What do you mean, you mean to say this beautiful ass of yours is not having pleasure it deserves."
"Stop this nonsense," Suman Shouted.
"But memsaab you must experience the pleasure of dick in your ass. Without it your sexual journey would be incomplete"
"I am not on any sexual journey OK."
"Memsaab I bet you will enjoy even more if I pump my dick in your back hole. Please agree for my proposal. I swear I won't bother you again"
His words created an unknown sensation inside her body, which she found very exciting. She started feeling a need to try the anal. "With Sanjay I may never experience the pleasure of anal. But I hate Kallu, I can't do it with him." she thought.
Memsaab, what are you thinking...please...l am crazy for your ass. I wanted to stick my dick in your asshole yesterday itself. However, I canceled my plan. I was worried that you will not cooperate. And for anal sex full cooperation of owner of asshole is required otherwise you can't insert a thing."
Suman couldn't help making a giggle at his statement. Her excitement was rising every minute.
"You mean to say, if I agree today you will not come after me..." Suman said looking into his eyes.
"Exactly," Kallu said shaking his dick seductively.
She glanced at his dick and pondered over it for a moment and then said, "what if someone comes here and catch us in compromising situation."
"Don't worry about that. Nobody will come here."
"How can you be so sure?"
"Come on Memsaab, you can trust me. Did somebody bother us yesterday?"
"No... but..."
"But what..."
She was still undecided. Her gaze was still on his dick. Seeing Suman looking at his dick, Kallu grabbed her hand and slowly guided it to his penis. Suman started trembling. Her hand was shaking. But this time she didn't tried to pull her hand back.
Very gently he placed the shaking hand of Suman on his organ and said, "Have mercy on this poor cock. It is straying here and there since that rainy day and wants some shelter now."
She blushed and lowered her gaze in embarrassment. She knew what shelter he was talking about.
"But after today, I won't give any shelter."
Kallu's eyes flashed as he heard this. He immediately said, "It means you have agreed to my proposal."
"But I am worried about one thing," Suman said.
"And what is that?"
"You have very big thing...I fear it will give lot of pain. I am still feeling pain of that day in there."
"Don't worry about that Memsaab. I am expert in anal. I will make it smoothly. You need not worry about anything."
Seeing the eagerness on the face of Suman, Kallu immediately came out of the car opened the door for suman and said while shaking his dick, "come on Memsaab, I can't wait anymore."
She came out of the car slowly and again looked around ensuring safety of the place.
"Which position do you want today?" Kallu asked.
"uh... same as... yesterday"
"Wow that's my favorite position. And it's perfect for banging butt hole. Is it your favorite position?"
She nodded chewing her lower lips.
"Well... then, remove your jeans and bend down before me. Create proper doggy position."
"No...no...I will not get naked here."
"Oh sorry I mean to say, pull your jeans down and bend before me."
There was no formality of foreplay. In any case their relationship didn't allow any foreplay between them.
Suman again looked around and when reassured about the safety slowly opened the button of her jeans.
Kallu could not wait for her to push the jeans down. He quickly came forward and pulled the jeans down in one motion and given a push to her shoulder to make her bend.
"Memsaab today I will screw your asshole," He said lustfully
Kallu parted her ass cheeks and placed one finger on her opening. "It seems virgin to me."
"It is." Suman said gasping.
"Oh yes you told me, sahib is not interested in such things... but in my opinion Only fool of highest degree can spare such a seductive ass without pumping his dick in and out of it."
"Please don't say such thing for him. He doesn't like it. That's it."
"Okay sorry for that, but I feel sorry for this ass. It needs love of a dick."
Kallu leaned over her ass with his face right above it and spitted his mouth juice on the pink hole.
Kallu reposed himself taking a position right over her ass and said, "Your virgin asshole is going to lose its virginity now."
Kallu placed the big head of his penis on the entrance of her tight ass. As soon as Suman felt his dick on her back door entry she started shivering in anticipation of penetration of her hole by his huge dick. "Will it go in there?" She said to herself slowly.
"Did you say something?" Kallu asked.
"N...n...nothing."
"Nothing to worry about memsaab...I will push it in nice and slow."
Suman didn't respond and closed her eyes.
Kallu started to push in but his dick slipped away from her hole. Kallu again placed his dick on the entrance and started pushing it in. but again instead of going inside it slipped away. "Oh god it's too tight" Kallu said in frustrating tone.
"OK leave it...I knew it that it won't go in there." Suman said.
"No memsaab...it will go...trust me, there is no hole in this world who can deny entry to my dick when it's waiting on its door."
"Memsaab please spread your ass cheeks with your hand as wide as possible."
"I can't do that."
"Please memsaab it will help me to enter."
"I think we should leave it now. It can never go in there."
kallu placed his dick firmly on her opening and grabbed her ass cheeks in both hands and said, "It will go in memsaab...it will go"
He pushed hard this time and head of his penis got rough entry into the tight hole of sumam
"Aaaaaaooooochhhhh...no...it's paining," Suman cried and moved forward. Kallu's dick slipped out from her tight asshole.
"What are you doing memsaab...It was in this time."
"I think I can't do this. It's paining a lot"
"It is your first time...so little pain is natural but trust me you will soon enjoy a lot," Kallu said caressing her buttock.
Kallu pushed her down and said, "come on memsaab, let me do it."
Suman bent before him again as if she does not have any choice. She was also possessed by lust but anticipation of pain was bothering her.
Kallu parted her ass cheeks and again spitted on her pink hole. He also put lot of saliva on his dick and placed it firmly on her opening ready to push it in.
"Please do it slowly," Suman pleaded.
Kallu given a hard push to his dick and it half of it went inside her tight hole.
"Oh... no you bastard...ouch...I had told you to do it slowly."
"This is my style memsaab, I can't help. I always make hard entry. But don't worry you will feel better very soon."
Kallu started caressing her ass cheeks to make her feel better. After one minute or so he asked, "Should I fuck this hole now."
Suman didn't answer.
I think you are feeling better now. I am going to give you anal pleasure now.
Kallu pulled his dick backward keeping its head inside and pushed it in again slowly.
"Aaahhh..." Suman gasped heavily when kallu pushed his huge organ in again.
"I am fucking you only with half of my dick. Soon it will go all the way in. then you will enjoy even more."
"Oh...no... no need to use full of it. Do it with half only. I am still feeling pain," Suman said while breathing heavily.
But kallu pushed his dick more and more inside her with his each thrust. And finally his balls were resting on her ass cheeks with his huge dick buried inside of her tight hole.
"Can you feel full length of my dick inside your hole?"
Suman brought her right hand to the opening of her hole and found his balls at the entrance.
"Oh... My God! You have pushed all of it in." Suman said in deep surprise.
"Yes memsaab, now I am going to fuck your back hole with full length of my dick."
Kallu started to move inside her. Pulling his dick all the way out keeping the head inside and pushing it all the way in till his balls makes a slap on her seductive ass cheeks.
"How are you feeling memsaab...isn't it fantastic? I am enjoying a lot. There is nothing like fucking a tight ass hole," Kallu said breathing heavily.
"Aaaahhhh...can't say anything...k...k...keep doing it," Suman said gasping heavily.
"I will fuck you forever memsaab. This dick will not stop moving inside you till you say to stop."
"No... I mean keep doing and finish it now. Someone might see us. We are in the jungle. Not at the home."
"Should we plan our next time at your place."
"This is your last opportunity with me OK...I agreed on this condition only...you forgot."
"I bet you will call me soon. You can't keep yourself away from my dick," kallu said and started smashing his dick inside her rapidly.
"There is no such thing OK," Suman said while trying to make herself steady. Thrusts of kallu were very fast now.
Kallu kept fucking her tight hole for 20 minutes then suddenly said, "Oh... God I AM COMING IN YOUR TIGHT HOLE NOW. PREPARE YOURSELF FOR FLOOD."
And he released his juices inside her tight hole. She felt hot warm liquid inside her when he came.
For one minute Kallu kept his dick inside her and suman also kept bending before him.
"Aaaahhh...what a fuck it was," Kallu said panting heavily and slowly pulled his dick out from her tight hole.
Suman quickly straightened herself, pulled her jeans up and adjusted her clothes properly.
"Now you would leave me alone ok." Suman said looking into his eyes.
"Of course memsaab, we had a deal. But you can call me any time you need me ok. You have my number."
"Give my keys now."
Kallu placed the key in her hand and said, "It was indeed dream fuck for me. Thank you, memsaab, for giving me your virgin ass."
She grabbed the key and said, "You will not bother me now...OK"
"Yes memsaab you have my words. I will not bother you until and unless you desire so and I am sure that you will again desire my dick sooner or later."
"It will never happen," Suman said.
"Did you like it memsaab."
"I am getting late, I have to go," Suman said and rushed to her car.
"I know you enjoyed each thrust of my dick in your tight butt," Kallu said loudly.
"Yes I did but you will not do it again," she murmured to herself.
She pushed her car out from the jungle and came to the road. But as soon as she appeared on the road from jungle she found one white car parked on the road. Immediately she thought, "oh god did someone see us there?"
She immediately rushed her car from there towards her home. She remembered the direction from which kallu came in the jungle.
Very soon she found that white car is coming right behind her car. Her heart started throbbing heavily. Very soon that car was parallel to her car. When, she seen the person driving the car her body started trembling.
"Oh god Mr. Mehta, did he seen everything," she thought.
Suman's house was exactly opposite to the house of Mr. Rakesh Mehta. Mr Mehta had grudge from sanjay and suman ever since they purchased the house in which Mr. Mehta was interested. Mr. Mehta was once tenant in the same house and was interested to purchase it. He had almost succeeded but at the last moment sanjay offered higher amount and got deal in his favor. Mr. Mehta had grudge against sanjay and suman ever since. He also made quarrel number of times with them on this issue.
Suman looked at the face of Mr. Mehta. He had wicked grin on his face.
"Oh god I think he saw everything. What will I do now?"
Reaching home, Suman fell on the sofa, her hands holding her forehead. She was worried and tense. Wicked grin of Mr. Mehta was flashing again and again in her mind. She had the feeling that she was in big trouble. Son of a bitch had chased her all the way to home. "Oh God what have I done. I shouldn't have agreed to the proposal of Kallu."
Just then door bell rang. Her heart skipped a beat. Slowly she rose from sofa and walked to the door, her legs trembling. She had the feeling that it was Mr. Mehta on the door.
Reaching the door she stood holding the door, undecided what to do. When bell rang again she opened the door taking a deep breath. She went into shock seeing Kallu on the door.
"What are you doing here?" she said in an angry voice. "You had promised that you would not follow."
"Yes I know my promise. I have not come here willingly," he said. There was tense expression on his face. "Look something unexpected happened when you left the bushes."
Suman heart jumped inside her chest. "What happened?"
"Your neibour Mr. Mehta came to me and asked me what we were doing there in bushes."
"What did you tell him?" Suman said anxiously.
"I said that that was none of his business. He warned me that if I didn't tell the truth he will take me to police. I panicked and told him everything."
"What? How can you do that?"
"Look he had already seen everything. There was no point in lying in front of him. Had I not spoken the truth he would have dragged me to police station."
"Great, you have come here to tell all this shit to me."
"No, I have come here to save you."
"To save me?"
"Listen, Mr. Mehta is hell bent on making your life hell. He wants to tell each and every person living in this area about our jungle adventure."
Suman's throat went dry. "You are responsible for this. He will destroy my life now. He is our enemy."
"I can understand your pain. Really I had no idea that he would come there to see our secret adventure."
"Now what should we do. He will tell everyone."
"Calm down, things are under control. I offered him proposition he couldn't deny."
"What proposition?" Suman had the feeling that it was something bad.
"I offered him that he can too enjoy with you once."
"What!" Suman shouted. "How can you do that?"
"Try to understand, I had no other option. He was forcing me to narrate full incidence before people. Only when I offered this proposition he went soft on his plans."
"I can't do that," Suman said shaking her head. "Not even in million years."
"We don't have any option, try to understand. He has given us only one hour to decide. After that he would start meeting people and will start narrating our secret tale."
"How can he do that?"
"Trust me, I have seen in his eyes. He can do anything. You have to decide quickly."
"I can't agree to any such thing. This is disgusting," Suman said, her voice shaking.
"I can understand. But at the moment we don't have any other option. If you didn't get ready for this he will start barking in the street and that would not be good for you."
"Try to understand, I hate him. I can't let him touch my body."
"Does it mean that you will let him disrepute your character in public."
"No, I don't mean that," Suman said. "There must be some other way."
"At the moment I don't see any other way. If you can think of any than suggest fast because clock is ticking."
Suman started pacing across the room, trying to find some solution. But nothing was coming to her mind.
"It is not a big deal. You should let him enjoy with you."
"It may not be big deal for you. But for me it is."
"You might enjoy..."
"Shut up. I can never enjoy with him!" Suman shouted before Kallu complete his sentence.
"For a second, just forget that he is your enemy and you hate him. Just think about his dick. Think about sex. Treat it just normal sexual adventure."
"I can't do that."
"You have to do that."
Suman remained silent. Feeling was rising inside her that she had to do it. Though it was disgusting but she had to do it.
Slowly and slowly one hour passed.
"Our time is up. Please tell me your decision. If I didn't go to him immediately he will start talking to people."
Looking at Kallu Suman swallowed and said, "Okay I am ready to do it. But ask him to promise that he would end the matter here itself and will not demand any such thing in future."
Smile gathered on Kallu's face and he slipped out of the room quickly. He returned after ten minute. He had a carry bag with him.
"He had promised that he will finish the matter here itself. But he wants you to wear this while he comes here to enjoy with you," Kallu said extending the bag toward her.
Suman took hold of the bag and pulled out the clothes. It was short length skirt and low neck top. They were designed to reveal than to cover. Her face went red when she imagined herself in those clothes.
"I-I can't wear them," Suman said.
Kallu patted on her bum and said, "Trust me you will look gorgeous in these clothes."
"Err...What you are doing. Are you enjoying this situation?"
"I didn't have such intention, but now things have changed. Really it would be wonderful to see you in these clothes."
"I am not going to wear it."
"You have to wear it. His condition is that you should be waiting for him in these clothes when he comes here."
"How can I wear such clothes in front of him try to understand."
"God has given you such a beautiful body; you shouldn't hesitate to reveal it. In fact I would suggest you that you should make his life miserable by becoming bold. I bet old man would not be able to handle the heat of your body."
"No...No I can't do it," Suman insisted.
"Try them in front of me first. Your hesitation would disappear. Without these clothes he would not come inside and you know what he might do after that. We should not make him angry."
Though idea was weird but Suman thought that she should try it. Holding the clothes in her hand she disappeared into her bedroom. Wearing skirt and top she went to the mirror and examined herself. Skirt was barely able to cover her buttocks. And top was revealing over half of her breasts. Her face went red seeing herself in such clothes.
Just then Kallu knocked on the door. "Open the door. Let me see how you look."
"I can't come in front of you in these clothes. They are too revealing."
"So what, I have already seen your pussy and ass and also have drilled them with my machine. You shouldn't be shy from me."
"Try to understand, I can't wear these clothes in front of him."
"Let me see first," Kallu said. "Please open the door."
Slowly Suman opened the door and stood in front of Kallu, her gaze on the floor.
"Wow you are looking so sexy. Old man will die of heart attack when he will see you in these clothes and after that I will enjoy the party," Kallu said in a lusty voice.
Suman face went red. "I can't wear these clothes in front of him."
Kallu moved forward and embraced her tightly into his arms.
"What are you doing, let go of me."
"Please let me hold you for a minute."
"You had promised me that you will not ask anything else from me if I agree to give you my ass. I gave you my ass and still things are as they were."
"Sorry I can't help it," he said, his hands moving downward toward her buttocks. Reaching on her ass cheeks he took hold of them in each hand and started kneading them lewdly.
"W-what are you doing," Suman said, her breathing was rising. But strangely she couldn't push him away. She was enjoying herself in his lusty grip. Her young body was feeling proud to get such attention. She had no idea why she was feeling such thing. May be it was effect of clothes or may be of his skilful hands which knew how to play with woman's body. She was melting in his arms.
"Please stop, Kallu," She pleaded.
Kallu placed his lips on hers and kissed her deeply. She felt the wave of intense thrill inside. Suddenly Kallu moved away and turned her around in front of him.
"W-what are you doing?"
"Please bend down," he said.
Don't know what had happened to her. Kallu applied pressure on her shoulder and she bent down in front of him.
Kallu pulled her panties down and next moment she felt the head of his dick at the entrance of her pussy. He gave big jerk to his body and head of his penis slipped into her wet pussy. She gave a loud moan when it happened. Just then door bell rang.
"Shit, I think Mr. Mehta has come," Kallu said.
Suman pushed him away. His cock slipped out. She turned toward him and saw the glistening head of his cock. Obviously it had traces of her pussy juice.
"Tell him that I will not come in front of him in these clothes," Suman said.
"He is already here. Come on. Trust me you are looking so sexy and hot."
"I don't want to be sexy and hot for him."
"We don't have much time. He is already here. Go and open the door."
Mr. Mehta stood in the doorway, waiting. His balls were twisting with anticipation, his cock jerking in the confines of his inner. It was almost a year since he had drilled a cunt. She was mistress of his friend, Pawan, and he was fortunate to get an opportunity. Though she was beautiful, but compared to Suman she was nothing. If everything happened as plan, it would be best sexual adventure of his life. He hated the woman no doubt, but this hatred had spiced the things further. He was looking forward to see her facial expression when he penetrated her. That would be best moment of his life. Not every day you get to screw your enemy. His lips curled up in soft smile.
Door opened. As he had expected, Suman was standing in front of him clad in skirt and top. Her eyes were on floor. How clever, he thought. Now she was behaving like a faithful housewife.
"Have you looked yourself into the mirror?" he asked.
She looked up, looking into his eyes, confused.
"I wanted you to wear these clothes for a reason," he said with a scornful expression. "What you were doing in bushes wasn't normal thing. Only whore can do such a sin. Your husband is away and you were pleasing another man with your ass. Why don't you die out of shame? Maybe you no longer feel shame."
Her face turned red. She was angry. But instead of saying anything in return she lowered her eyes to the floor. Mr. Mehta felt a joy inside. His enemy was finding hard to look into his eyes. He remembered how she was shouting at him when he had come to plead two years ago. He was standing exactly where he was standing now. "Get lost!" she had shouted. But now she was not in position to utter a single word. What an opportunity had come his way.
"Hey you," Mr. Mehta addressed Kallu. "You can go now."
"I will not disturb..."
"I said go. I don't want you here. Get out."
Looking at Suman, Kallu walked out of the door. Taking deep breath Mr. Mehta stepped into the house and closed the door behind him, securing the letch.
"W-what are you doing?"
"Tonight I'm staying here with you."
"You can't stay here."
"Of course I can. Should I take permission from your husband?" Mr. Mehta said pulling mobile from his pocket. "I don't know how he will react to the news that his wife has been screwed in bushes by maid's son."
Imitating a call he held the mobile to his ear.
"Please stop," she shouted.
"Can I stay here then?"
She nodded.
"Thank you very much. It feels nice to be back in this house. I love this house, you know," he said walking toward the sofa. Sitting down he continued, "Come here."
"Please don't do this with me," she pleaded.
"Come here at once," he shouted.
She was trembling as she walked to him. When she got closer he grabbed her hand and pulled her into his lap, her soft buttocks settling right at his crotch. His cock responded immediately with a jolt, sending wave of excitement through him.
He reached for her ass cheeks with both hands and caressing them softly said, "Um...they are so soft, so tender."
"Please stop it."
"Don't worry darling I'll give you more joy then Kallu," he said inserting his hand into her skirt. Reaching her anus he caressed it softly. "You like to get dick in your ass, don't you?"
She did not respond.
"You were moaning with ecstasy when Kallu was drilling your back door. Will you also give me this opportunity?"
"No!" she shouted.
He started laughing.
****
His finger was caressing around her ass hole in obscene manner. Suman wanted to stand up but he was holding her tightly. She was trying to take her attention away from his finger. But it was difficult. No matter how hard she tried, his finger was taking her full attention. Its obscene movement was difficult to ignore. It seemed as if he was playing some magical trick because erotic feeling had started emanating in her body. She was surprise but helpless. Her body was betraying her.
Suddenly she felt pressure at her sphincter. He was trying to insert a finger.
"No please..." she pleaded.
"It is for your good only. Let me loosen it a little. Without it you'll not be able to take my cock. You might have taken Kallu's cock easily, but with mine you'll surely struggle."
Her mind stopped working. What was he saying? Kallu's cock was very big. Had he got bigger than that? Maybe he was joking.
She felt a slight pain as his finger penetrated her slowly. By and by his full finger was inside her, her inner muscles gripping it tightly.
"Ahh," she moaned as he grinded his finger inside. "Please," she said, trying to stop him. She was feeling uncomfortable with the joy his finger was giving to her.
Putting his lips on her nape he whispered into her ear, "You are hot slut. Look how your ass muscles are responding to my finger. I'm sure they'll respond same to my cock. What do you say?"
"Please don't do this with me," she pleaded, turning back, looking into his eyes.
He winked lewdly and whispered, "I can't stop now. Not after seeing you getting fucked by Kallu. If he can enjoy with you, why can't I. Don't behave like a faithful wife. You are already cheating your husband."
"That was a mistake."
"Mistake? You were taking his cock very nicely. It wasn't mistake. You were enjoying with Kallu."
"I lost control..."
"Loose it again because I'm not stopping till I dig your hole with my weapon."
He pulled her face to his and looked into her eyes. His eyes were drenched in lust. He was running his tongue across his lower lips. Oh shit, He was going to kiss her. She tried to pulled her face away but couldn't. He found her lips and started kissing lewdly. He sucked her lips to his heart content and then moved downward toward her breasts.
Already her breasts were exposed due to low neck of the top. Very easily he pulled one boob out and started sucking it. Meanwhile his other hand continued its work with her ass. She tried her best not to respond but her control was evaporating fast. Now erotic joy was flowing through her from two centers: her asshole and boobs. It was shockingly amazing. She told herself to regain control, told herself to suppress feeling of joy but it was no longer possible.
Whatever was happening was wrong. But there was no alternative. Mr. Mehta was going to use her body anyway whether she liked it or not. It was better if she let it happen smoothly. Moreover the joy she was feeling was beyond imagination. It was something new. She was approaching toward her explosive orgasm and he had not even penetrated her yet. Wasn't it something special?
"Move a little," he said, pulling his hand out from her skirt. She shifted further on his lap. He unzipped his trouser and pulled the giant. Her eyes went wide at the sight. It was indeed much bigger than Kallu's cock. She felt shivering in her body. There was no way she could take it in back there. No way.
"I-I can't take it."
"You are afraid...hahahaha," he said, laughing. "You have to take it. You don't have any option. Slid your panties down and bring your hole right over my cock."
She felt a wave of shiver again. There was no option. She pulled her panties down with trembling hands and pushed herself toward his eagerly waiting cock.
"Move it up," he said, slapping at her ass cheeks.
She raised her back up in the air.
"Oh my god, your back entrance is so beautiful. I can't wait now," he said hungrily.
Spitting at his fingers he applied the saliva at the sphincter, sending waves of anxiety in her. He was going to penetrate his giant into her.
When he placed the head of his penis at the opening of her hole she closed her eyes and stopped her breath.
Holding her from the thighs he pulled her down on his cock. Fortunately, his cock slipped away from the hole. Placing it back at the entrance he tried again. Again same thing happened; it slipped away as he applied force.
"Damn it!" he shouted in frustration.
"It'll not go in. it's too big."
"All the women had said the same thing to me when I placed my cock at their ass holes. But eventually I always succeeded," he said, placing his cock again at her shivering hole.
To her horror, he succeeded this time. Head of his cock slipped in.
"No!" she shouted. It was paining like hell. "Please pull it out."
"Relax. Let your hole adjust to my cock. It'll be all right. Just relax."
Just then her phone started ringing. It was lying on sofa. Mr. Mehta reached for it.
"It's your husband," he said.
"Cut it," she said. She looked at the screen. He had already accepted the call. She grabbed the phone.
"Hello," she said.
"Hi Suman. Were you talking to someone?"
"N-No...aahhh," she cried in pain. Mr. Mehta had pushed his cock further into her little hole.
"Honey, are you all right," Sanjay asked.
"Yeah...aahh..." she cried in pain again. Mr. Mehta was pushing his cock further in. he was not waiting even for the call to end. "I'll call you later. I'm not feeling well."
Disconnecting the call she switched off the mobile. "What's your problem? I was talking to my husband and you were deliberately trying to insert it further. Can't you see my pain?"
"There is no gain without pain...hahaha," he said, pushing her down forcefully on his cock. She felt the tremendous pain as his cock pushed further in, tearing away the resistance.
"P-please stop!" she shouted.
She had the feeling that he would not stop. But he did. By now, half of his dick was inside her.
"You have very tight hole. Even after getting drilled by Kallu, your hole seems to be virgin."
He pulled his cock out. It gave her big relief. But it was not going to last. He was applying more saliva at her hole and his cock. Soon his cock was back at the entrance, ready to enter.
When he pushed her down, she realized that this time his cock was sliding in smoothly. There was just slight pain. He pushed her up till only head of his cock remained in her hole. Then he again pushed her down, sending his cock into her.
He repeated it again. Then again....and again.
Suman was feeling so much joy that she exploded into an intense orgasm within a minute, her breath heavy with excitement.
He fucked her like that for about fifteen minute. Then he told her to get on all four on the floor. She hesitated a little but complied eventually.
Holding her hair he penetrated her with great force and then started banging her ass with great intensity. She got tired but there was no sign of any tiredness in his strokes. When he came into her she took a big sigh of relief.
They stayed glued to each other for a long time. Finally Mr. Mehta pulled himself away, his cock slipping out form her ass hole. He went to the washroom and suman rushed to her bedroom. Now that it was over, she was feeling very uncomfortable with whole situation. It was unbelievable that she had given full cooperation to Mr. Mehta. And perhaps he too was aware of it.
Door opened and Mr. Mehta stepped in. her heartbeat stopped. She had forgotten to letch the door. She was not expecting him to come in the bedroom. She didn't turn to face him.
He placed his hands on her shoulders, applying pressure. He wanted her to bend forward. Puzzled she looked back. His cock was hard again.
"I'm tired," she said.
He forced her down. Her hands were resting on the bed now.
He pulled her panties down and with a great force penetrated into her cunt. It pained like hell, but his cock was fully in. He started pumping his cock in and out of her cunt rapidly. An orgasm washed over her immediately. This session also lasted long.
By the time he exploded into her cunt she had experienced almost seven orgasms. He stayed into her for a while after coming.
Then pulling his cock out he said, "You are my mistress now. You'll no longer meet Kallu. If you did, consequences will be very bad."
She turned slowly toward him, hesitating to look at him.
Just then there was a knock on the front door. Both looked at each other with surprise.
"You wait here, let me see who it is," Suman said, walking out of the door.
Opening the door she found Kallu on the doorway.
"There is someone in your house,"
"What?"
"I was looking everything from your bedroom window. Someone is hiding in your bedroom."
Just then a noise came from bedroom. Both of them rushed to it. Mr. Mehta was struggling with a masked man. Masked man had a big knife in his hand.
Kallu rushed to the kitchen and retuned with a knife and stabbed it into the back of masked man. Crying in pain he fell down.
"Who is he?" Mr. Mehta asked.
"I-I don't know," suman said. "May be thief."
Kallu removed the mask from his face. "Do you know him?"
Suman eyes were wide in surprise. "He is gaurav. He worked with sanjay in his office. What was he doing here?"
Kallu bent down to ask him what was he doing there. But he was dead.
"Oh my god what should we do now," Suman said, her voice shaking.
"We have to dispose this dead body," Mr. Mehta said.
Written on : 8th, 9th, 10th March, 2016(in Three Parts)
Rajesh and Priyanka
With heavy heart Rajesh and Priyanka entered Shaina's house. They knew they were in trouble. Rajesh had committed the most foolish crime of trying to embezzle some money from his office by trying some forgery. Shaina, his boss, had caught him red handed and wanted to hand him over to police immediately. But somehow, after much pleading and begging, Rajesh had convinced Shaina to wait for a couple of days as he promised to pay all the money back to her in a month.
A month had passed and Rajesh was nowhere near to making good on his promise. In the meantime Shaina had met Rajesh's wife Priyanka too. Priyanka had also gone to Shaina to plead her husband's case. She had told Shaina that if Rajesh goes to jail there was nobody else to take care of her, so she would also be in deep trouble. Shaina felt bad for Priyanka. She didn't want to punish Priyanka for Rajesh's mistake but at the same time she could not let Rajesh's mistake go unpunished.
That's when a thought crossed Shaina's mind. She decided that the best way to punish Rajesh, and not hurt Priyanka, was to break their marriage. She wanted Priyanka to walk away from Rajesh willingly and she wanted Rajesh to suffer the humiliation of seeing his wife get involved with another man.
So that rainy day when Shaina called Rajesh and Priyanka to her home she told them that she was ready to consider dropping police case against Rajesh, if and only if, both of them agreed to do everything that she would ask them to do. Shaina also dropped them some hints that if they agree to her proposal then they may not be able to live apart from each other for a few days.
As they both walk into Shaina's house they are ushered into his living room.
Shaina turns to Rajesh and says, "You know you are in deep trouble, don't you!"
Rajesh, in an extremely apologetic manner says, "I am extremely sorry ma'am. I will do anything that you want if you withdraw the case against me."
"What were you thinking you idiot. You thought nobody will be able to catch you!" thundered Shaina.
"I have all the evidence against you. If I want, I can send you to jail for 10 years."
Both Rajesh and Priyanka were in tears by now. They knew Shaina was not bluffing, and she really could send Rajesh to jail, if she wanted.
"Ma'am, we are extremely sorry. We will do anything that you want," Priyanka said while pleading with folded hands.
Shaina's tone immediately became soft and she said, "It's not your fault Priyanka. You have done nothing wrong. But this idiot husband of yours has got you also in lot of trouble."
"Please ma'am, do not send him to jail. Our life will be ruined if Rajesh goes to jail."
Shaina gets up and paces slowly to the window and looks out at the beautiful view of the city. Rajesh and Priyanka wait for her to say something. She finally turns to them and says, "As I told you earlier that I have a proposal for you." She stops for a while and then says, "It involves both of you and your marriage."
"I will tell you the full details if both of you agree to suspend your marriage for at least a year."
Priyanka and Rajesh were both looking at him, not quite able to comprehend what she was suggesting.
"What does suspension of marriage involve, ma'am," Priyanka finally spoke.
"Well, it involves you not living together, it involves punishing this foolish husband of yours - but without sending him to jail, and it involves giving you a good life that a beautiful girl like you deserve."
"Ma'am, I am not sure I understand fully," Priyanka said with a trembling voice, though she was getting some inkling about the direction this was headed.
"I will tell you more if both of you tell me that you agree with the proposal so far."
Both of them remained silently staring at each other now knowing what to say.
Priyanka finally spoke, "Ma'am we agree to your proposal. Now can you tell us what exactly does it involve?"
"Excellent decision! Now to make sure you are not bluffing, I want both of you to remove your wedding rings, and hand them over to me."
Again there was silence for few moments, as Rajesh and Priyanka looked at each other. Both of them didn't know how to react to what Shaina was asking them to do. Finally it was Priyanka who broke out of the trance, and slowly started removing her wedding ring but Rajesh just sat there motionless.
"Thank you dear for making the right choice," Shaina addressed Priyanka. "There is something more I need you to do while I convince your idiot husband of yours to remove his ring. Please remove your mangalsutra also, and then go to the washroom and wash away the sindoor from you hair. You are not going to need it for a long time now."
Priyanka removed her mangalsutra and quietly walked away to the washroom.
Rajesh was just dumbfounded by what was going on. He simply could not believe Priyanka had dumped him so easily.
After Priyanka had gone to the washroom Shaina spoke to Rajesh in a stern tone, "If you are finding it difficult to decide, then let me help you make the decision. You have only two choices - first is that you agree to my proposal, and second is that you go to jail for 10 years."
Rajesh was shocked to hear about his options in such stark terms but he knew it was a reality. If Rajesh did not want to go to jail then he had to agree to Shaina's proposal. He quietly removed his wedding ring and handed it over to Shaina.
Priyanka came back from the wash room after having washed away her sindoor. Shaina got up and held Priyanka's hand and led her to a sofa closer to herself. She and Priyanka were now sitting on one side of the room and Rajesh was sitting on the other side.
So now that both of you have agreed to my proposal, I will tell you exactly what you need to do," Shaina said as he settled in his chair.
"Both of you need to file for a trial separation in court. That means you will be giving a signed affidavit in court saying that your marriage is not working out therefore you want to live away from each for a while. For the duration of separation each one of you will be able to pursue his/her life as he/she chooses. Your spouse will not have any say during the period of your separation."
"I will give both of you new jobs and new identities. If either of you ever disclosed to anyone that you are related to each other in any way I will immediately cancel this arrangement and send Rajesh to jail."
Rajesh and Priyanka were listening to Shaina in rapt attention. After all she was talking about changing the course of their lives.
"The new jobs that I have in mind for both of you will require some life style changes for both of you. Both of you will do exactly as I say and will never disobey me."
Shaina turned to Priyanka and said, "But I would like to assure you that I will never force you to do anything against your will. I may recommend a few things to you but ultimately it will be your decision whether you want to do them or not."
Priyanka was slightly reassured to hear this. Also, she felt a strange feeling of gratefulness towards Shaina for treating her so gently in spite of knowing she is the wife of the man who had caused so much financial loss to her.
"Once the one year period is over I will release both of you, and you will be free to lead your life in any way you want."
Rajesh and Priyanka both looked at each other, and appeared to be relieved to hear that their ordeal will be over after one year.
"Coming back to your jobs, as I said earlier that Rajesh has to undergo his punishment for one year, so your new duties will be such that you will be constantly reminded of the foolishness that you have committed. You will be working as a chauffeur in my office."
Rajesh was almost in tears on hearing this. It was unimaginable for him that a well-qualified person like him will be working as a chauffeur. But as Shaina had made amply clear to him that he really had no other choice. Going to jail would have been a far worse punishment than being a chauffeur.
"As for you Priyanka, you will be working as my one of my personal assistant. Your responsibilities would include looking after my calendar, scheduling my meetings, arranging my travels, accompanying me wherever required and taking care of any of my personal needs."
Priyanka could hardly believe what she was hearing. This sounded more like a dream job to her rather than a punishment. She didn't quite know if she should feel happy for herself or feel sad for Rajesh, who would have to go through absolute humiliation of driving people around.
"From now on both of you will have to adopt new names that will be more befitting your responsibilities. You Priyanka, will be known as Sara, and Rajesh, you will be known as Ganpat."
Priyanka couldn't help suppress a smile when she heard Rajesh's new name. At any other occasion she would have been in splits on hearing such a joke.
"Priyanka you will address Rajesh as Ganpat. And Rajesh, you will address your wife as ma'am or Sara ma'am."
Shaina waited for few moments to let everything sink in.
"Are both of you clear about what you need to do and what your new roles are in my office?"
Both of them nodded slowly, though Priyanka was bit more energetic than Rajesh.
Shaina turned to Priyanka and said, "Your new life starts from this moment." Pointing towards Rajesh she continued, "He is no longer your husband from now on and you cannot stay with him. I have arranged accommodation for you my service apartment. You can stay there for as long as you are working for me."
There was a brief pause in the room while everyone waited for someone to say something. Finally it was Shaina who spoke to Rajesh, "Ganpat," purposely addressing Rajesh with his new name, "Your job also starts from now. I want you to go downstairs, get the car keys from my watchman, and drive both of us to Sara's new home." Priyanka felt bit strange being addressed as Sara but she thought that somehow Sara sounded much better than Priyanka.
Nobody moved in the room. Rajesh and Priyanka both did not know what do to.
After few moments Shaina said, "Sara dear, looks like our new chauffeur has not heard what I said. Why don't you tell him what he needs to do? And remember our chauffeur's name is Ganpat?"
Priyanka hesitated for a few moments, but then finally said, "Ganpat, go and get the car."
Shaina felt elated to hear Priyanka say that sentence. She knew that with that sentence Priyanka had given a clear indication to Rajesh that she was ready to move on into her new life. This was exactly what Shaina had hoped for.
Rajesh was still sitting there in trance. He was already broken with that had happened to him, but now with his own wife calling him as Ganpat and ordering him to do menial tasks was absolutely earth shattering for him.
Shaina said to Rajesh, "Well Ganpat, Sara has ordered you to do something. How are you going to respond? Never forget that I always have an option of sending you to jail if you do not perform your duties well enough."
Being reminded of jail was enough for Rajesh to break out of his trance. He said in a shaking voice, "Okay, I will get the car and drop Priyanka to her new house"
Shaina almost shouted at him, "Stop there Ganpat! What did I say about how you will address Sara?"
Rajesh was shaken to hear the angry tone in Shaina's words. He replied feebly, "Sorry. I will get the car and drop Sara ma'am to her new house."
"That's much better," Shaina said. Shaina was enjoying the utter humiliation that Rajesh was going through, although she was aware that Priyanka was feeling uncomfortable seeing her husband treated like this. She knew that humiliating Rajesh was one the best way to convince Priyanka to break the bond with Rajesh. But she didn't want to push Priyanka too hard and too soon.
Tears welled up in Priyanka's eyes as Rajesh stepped out of Shaina's house.
"Come here darling," Shaina gently told Priyanka. As soon as Priyanka sat on the couch near Shaina, Shaina placed her hand on Priyanka's shoulder and gently embraced her. "I know this is all very difficult for you," she spoke in a soothing tone, "but trust me, there are some lessons in life that Rajesh badly needs to learn. He could have ended in a far more dangerous situation if I had not stopped him right now."
In some corner of her heart Priyanka knew Shaina was speaking the truth, and Rajesh deserved the punishment that he was getting.
"Mind you all this is just for one year. After that both you and Rajesh will be absolutely free to do anything that you like with your life."
Priyanka placed her head on Shaina's shoulder and continued to sob for few more minutes. Both of them did not say anything.
Shaina knew well that after a year there wasn't any chance that Priyanka would go back to Rajesh. And that was the ultimate punishment that she wanted to inflict on Rajesh.
Their embrace was broken when the intercom in Shaina's house buzzed. Shaina answered the phone.
It was the watchman from ground floor, "Ma'am there is someone named Rajesh who wants to take your car keys."
"I do not know any Rajesh. Ask him if his real name is Rajesh or Ganpat," Shaina was back in her elements.
She heard some conversation in the background.
"Ma'am he says his name is Ganpat," watchman said.
"Good, ask him if he is meant to be my new chauffeur," now Shaina was really rubbing it in. Again after some conversation watchman came back on line and said, "Yes ma'am, he says he is your new chauffeur."
"Ok, ask him to clean the car properly. I will come down in a few moments," Shaina ended the call.
As Priyanka and Shaina sat on the backseat of the car, it only took 5 minutes for Rajesh to drive them to Priyanka's new house. It was located in a posh apartment in an up market area. Shaina called the facility manager of the apartment and told him that Priyanka would be living in her service apartment. Of course she introduced Priyanka as Sara. She also told him about his new chauffeur Ganpat, and asked him to wait for her.
It was a beautiful studio apartment. As Shaina showed her around the apartment, Priyanka couldn't believe her luck that she would be living in such a posh house. Shaina said, "This will be your home for next one year. There are some basic things in the house to get you started. There are few toiletries and some food in the kitchen. There are also some basic clothes in the wardrobe but you will certainly need more. I will help you pick up some appropriate clothes but I will tell you that they will be different from what you have been wearing till now. "
Shaina then walked up to the wardrobe and pulled out some clothes and laid them over on the bed. She then turned towards Priyanka and said, "It will take me a couple of days to arrange all the legal documents. Until then I want you to stay in the house, and not talk to anyone. You will be completely comfortable in the house but I need to make sure that you do not leave the house," Priyanka was confused where this was headed.
Shaina continued, "Please remove all your clothes, hand them over to me, and wear these clothes." Priyanka was quite dumbfounded by what Shaina was asking her to do. The clothes that Shaina had selected for her consisted of a loose satin sleep shorts and a camisole with thin shoulder straps. Priyanka could not even imagine wearing these kinds of clothes even if she was all alone.
Sensing her reluctance and discomfort Shaina said, "Look Priyanka, I know this is a bit of a change for you but, first of all, I need to make sure that you not leave this house until I have worked out legal formalities, and secondly there is no one here in the house other than me, so you have nothing to be worried about."
Very reluctantly and slowly Priyanka picked up the clothes and went into the washroom. She slowly removed her salwar-kurta, and slipped into the camisole and the shorts. The shorts were very comfortable and ended just above her knee. The camisole was also very comfortable, but the thin shoulder straps meant that her bra was sticking out like a sore thumb. After thinking about it for few minutes she decided to remove her bra. As she wore the camisole again after removing her bra she could clearly see the impression of her nipples. She admired herself in the full length mirror and thought that Rajesh would have burst in his pants if he had seen her dressed like this. She smiled a bit as this thought crossed her mind.
"Wow! You look amazing dear," Shaina said admiringly as Priyanka came out. "Remember you are no longer Priyanka now. You are Sara, and Sara is a confident and sexy girl. She is nobody's wife, she is nobody's girlfriend, and she will do whatever she wants with her life."
"Although you may want to change the bit about girlfriend pretty soon," Shaina said with a mischievous smile.
Priyanka felt slightly hurt and embarrassed when she heard Shaina talk about being somebody's girlfriend, "No ma'am, I am Rajesh's wife, and I don't think I would like to become anybody's girlfriend."
"Ha ha ha, I am not saying you have to become somebody's girlfriend, but all I am saying is that keep an open mind. For next one year you are a single girl, and I can assure you, you will get plenty of chances to mingle with some pretty hot guys in the office," Shaina replied.
Priyanka couldn't quite understand why Shaina was trying to fix her up with some random guy. She was very upset with Rajesh and wanted him to be punished but she still loved him. She was looking at this one period only as a temporary arrangement, and was determined to go back to Rajesh once his punishment was over.
Little did she Shaina was equally determined to stop Priyanka from going back to Rajesh. Breaking Priyanka and Rajesh's marriage was the ultimate punishment that she wanted to inflict on Rajesh. Shaina not only wanted Priyanka to get involved with some guys in office but also wanted Rajesh to witness the infidelity of her wife. In fact she already had a prime candidate in her mind for Priyanka.
It was Imran - her other personal assistant. She thought that Priyanka and Imran will make a nice team and it will be fun watch them work together. Knowing Imran, Shaina was quite sure that he would be leave no opportunity to flirt with Priyanka, and before long Priyanka could find herself in his sack. Shaina was looking forward to see all the fun and was determined to create opportunities to bring Imran and Priyanka close to each other.
Shaina settled into a sofa and called Priyanka to join her. "Do you smoke," she asked Priyanka as she lit up a cigarette.
"No," was Priyanka's short reply. Both of them sat quietly as Shaina continued to puff away her cigarette.
"Would you like to drink anything," Shaina asked, "Perhaps some wine?"
Having already refused the cigarette, Priyanka didn't have the courage to refuse again.
"Wine would be nice," said Priyanka.
Shaina poured two glasses of wine and both of them again settled down.
"Let me now tell you more about the office and what you would be expected to do," Shaina said.
"As I told you earlier you will be working as part of my personal assistant. Other than you I have one more assistant - Imran. In beginning you will be working very closely with Imran who will be your buddy and mentor in the office. Sometimes you may also have to travel with him for work. I would really like you to get to know Imran well so that the two of you can gel and work as a team."
Priyanka was listening attentively to what Shaina was saying.
Shaina continued, "Since you are new to world of fashion, I am also going to ask Imran to help you to adjust to our world. He has quite a good taste in clothes so I will ask him to take you shopping and help you pick up new clothes."
Priyanka felt slightly strange hearing that this guy, whom she had never met, was going to advise her about what clothes to buy and what clothes to wear.
"But you must remember that for Imran and for everyone in office, you are Sara. You must not tell them anything about Rajesh, or that you are married."
Shaina asked in a serious tone, "Are you clear on this aspect?"
Priyanka replied with some sadness in voice, "Yes ma'am, I am clear that my name is Sara, and I have neither a husband nor a boyfriend."
"Good. You should make the most of your time in this one year. You are getting an opportunity that very few girls get. I can assure you, life will be very pleasant for you if you let me and Imran help you," Shaina tried to reassure Priyanka.
By now Priyanka had finished two glasses of wine and had started feeling the effect of the alcohol in her system. Shaina felt that it was time to leave Priyanka and head back to her home.
"Ok darling, now you should go to bed and I will also go home," said Shaina.
"Ok ma'am," Priyanka said as both of them got up from the couch.
"Just one thing before I leave dear. You need to call me as Shaina. Ma'am is only meant for our chauffeur Ganpat," Shaina said while opening the door.
"Ok ma'am, er, I mean Shaina," Priyanka replied with a smile.
After Shaina had left, Priyanka finished the remaining wine in her glass and somehow managed to drag herself to bed.
It had been two days since Priyanka had been living in her new apartment. She has had no contact with anyone outside the house except Shaina. Priyanka had tried asking Shaina about Rajesh, but Shaina had brushed it aside saying that her lawyers were working with him and were trying to draw up their trial separation agreement.
Finally one day Shaina brought an envelope with her and handed it over to Priyanka.
She said, "Rajesh has signed these documents. I want you to go through these, sign them and hand them over to me. I will get my lawyers to file this in the court, and then our arrangement will become legal and final. My lawyers have leaned hard on Rajesh and loaded the agreement in your favor. You will now be safe in every situation and legally no harm can come to you because of your husband's deeds."
Priyanka was relieved to hear this but at the same time she also felt bad about Rajesh. He really was in deep trouble and there was nothing that she could do to help him, except to cooperate with Shaina and do whatever she asks her to do. She had also started liking Shaina in a certain way. She knew Shaina was going out of her way to help her but she was not quite sure why.
With some trepidation she started going through the legal documents but was not able to quite understand the technical jargon. Then Shaina directed her to the last page of the document which contained the summary in crisp and clear terms. The main points mentioned on that last page were:
1. I, Rajesh Sharma, have caused significant financial loss to Ms. Shaina due to my criminal actions. I am fully prepared to repent my actions and make up for all the loss that I have caused to Ms. Shaina.
2. My wife, Priyanka Sharma, has also most generously agreed to help me in repaying the debt that I owe to Ms. Shaina, for which I shall be eternally grateful to her.
3. My wife, Priyanka Sharma, is completely innocent and had no role to play in my actions.
4. As part of our repayment to Ms. Shaina, both I and my wife shall be prepared to work for Ms. Shaina, in any capacity that she deems fit, for One year.
5. During this period of One year I and Priyanka will be living separate from each other and shall not claim any marital rights, nor shall we disclose to anyone (either through words or any affectionate action) that we are married to each other.
6. During the period of separation I and Priyanka shall not try to contact each other in any way except when required or permitted by Ms. Shaina. We shall not make any physical contact with each other even if the opportunity presents itself.
7. During this period of separation I, Rajesh Sharma, shall be known as Ganpat Rao and my wife, Priyanka Sharma, shall be known as Sara Sharma. We shall take utmost care not to disclose our old names to anyone.
8. After One year Sara Sharma shall have the power to either extend the agreement or terminate it.
9. During the period of One year or on expiry of this agreement, Sara shall have full right to divorce Ganpat and annul our marriage forever.
10. During the period of separation, Sara shall have full freedom to interact with other men in any way that she deems fit.
11. I, Ganpat Rao, shall not discourage Sara (either through words or action) from entering into a physical and/or emotional relation with any other man. She shall have full right to become companion or girl friend of anyone that she chooses.
12. I, Ganpat Rao, shall not, under any circumstance, interfere with Sara's love life and shall never disclose Sara's true identity to Sara's friend or boyfriend.
13. I, Sara Sharma, shall always present myself well groomed in office, and shall comply with Ms. Shaina's advice regarding my clothes and my appearance.
Priyanka was almost shaking by the time she finished reading the complete summary. Priyanka now realized what Shaina meant when she said that the agreement was loaded in her favor and she was protected from any legal action because of Rajesh's misdeeds. But she was concerned about the clauses about her having an affair with another man. She felt surprised that Rajesh had actually signed these clauses. Far from discouraging, she thought that Rajesh was almost encouraging her to have sex with other men. She was shocked as to how Rajesh had agreed to these conditions.
Shaina assured her that these clauses did not mean much and were there simply for her protection. It was entirely up to her how she interacted with the people she would be working with.
"Listen dear, I am not pushing you to have an affair with anyone," even though that is exactly what Shaina intended to do. "I just want you to have a good time and forget everything about your husband, your past life, your marriage for a year. Your husband has legally allowed you to do that. And let's face the truth - you are a beautiful girl, there will be lot of boys interested in you. And frankly, if I were you, I wouldn't mind having sex with some of them."
Priyanka couldn't understand how Shaina was talking so casually about having sex and affairs with other men. She thought that perhaps in Shaina's world it was not unusual for a girl to have multiple partners.
"What will happen to my marriage once I sign this agreement," asked Priyanka with a sense of uncertainty in her voice.
Shaina replied, "For next One year you will not be married but after that it will be entirely up to you to decide what you want to do with Rajesh. You can go back to him and resume your old life, or you can start a new life."
But deep in her heart Shaina new that after a year of living in her posh and fashionable world there was no way Priyanka will go back to Rajesh. And in her heart that was an absolutely just punishment for Rajesh.
Shaina watched with some satisfaction as Priyanka started signing all the pages on the document. She knew it was now all over for Rajesh.
After having signed the documents Priyanka asked, "There was some clause about my appearance and clothes too. What was that about?"
"Ha ha, that's for your own benefit. In your current avatar, trust me, you will find it very difficult to work in my office. You need a makeover!" Shaina said cheerfully as she carefully placed the signed documents in her bag.
Shaina returned Priyanka's old _Salwar-Kurta_ to her and said, "Get ready dear. I am taking you for some shopping, and then we also need to visit a salon."
Priyanka was feeling very confused at this moment. She was clearly not happy about some of the clauses in the agreement but at the same time she was feeling a sense of gratitude towards Shaina. She realized that Shaina was going out of her way to help, though she was not quite sure why.
As Priyanka and Shaina left the house, Shaina said, "Our chauffeur is waiting for us. But remember now legally he is Ganpat and you are Sara. I will be closely watching your interaction."
But in spite of this warning it was a shock for Priyanka to see Rajesh dressed in a white chauffeur's uniform. She wanted to run to him, hug him and talk to him but Shaina held her hand and squeezed it lightly. That was enough indication for Priyanka to control herself.
As Rajesh opened the car door for them Shaina gave a stern look to Rajesh.
Rajesh suddenly remembered the instructions that Shaina had given her earlier. He blurted out, "Good morning Sara ma'am."
Priyanka was taken aback at being addressed as Sara ma'am by Rajesh. She didn't react momentarily but then found Shaina looking at her and expecting her to say something. She finally managed to say, "Good morning Raje, er, I mean, Ganpat."
"Very good Sara," said Shaina, "I am happy both of you are quickly adjusting to your new life."
Shaina takes Priyanka to an upmarket clothes store and started selecting clothes for her. Shaina picked a couple of trousers and formal shirts for Priyanka, and also selected some causal clothes including some ultra-low waist jeans, and tight fitting sleeveless t-shirts. Shaina asked Priyanka to change into her new clothes. When Priyanka came out of the changing room wearing her skinny tight fitting jeans and t-shirt, Shaina complimented her profusely and told her she was looking really good. Shaina paid for all the clothes and as soon as they came out of the shop Shaina took bag containing Priyanka's old clothes and said, "Time to say goodbye to old Priyanka." Then she dumped the bag in the trash bin.
They both laughed a bit. Priyanka thanked Shaina for buying all these clothes for her, but she brushed it aside saying, "That's the normal policy that I follow in my office. All new girls are given a dress allowance to buy appropriate clothes for office as I want all my girls to appear smart and glamorous in office."
"We need to go salon now," Shaina said as she led Priyanka towards the salon. They were met in the salon by the manager Priya.
Priya welcomed them, "Hi Shaina! So good to have you back. What can I do for you today?"
Shaina replied, "Hi Priya, I am here today for my friend Sara," and pointed towards Priyanka.
"Hi Sara, how are you," Priya warmly greeted Priyanka.
"So what can I do for you Sara?" Priya continued enquiring.
Priyanka didn't quite know what to say. After all it was Shaina's idea to visit the salon, so Shaina replied on her behalf, "Well Sara is bored with her current haircut. She is wants a radically different look. Isn't it Sara?" Priyanka felt a chill go down her spine. She didn't understand what Shaina meant by a radically different look. But she knew she had no option but to agree to Shaina's suggestion. After all Shaina was now legally entitled to decide how Priyanka looked, and what clothes she wore.
Priyanka just smiled and just about managed to utter, "Yes I want a new look."
"Fantastic dear, If you want new look you have come to the right place," Priya said gleefully. "Have you ever tried short hair?"
Priyanka had very long hairs that were almost reaching her hips. She always wore her hair with a center parting in a single braid or a bun. She replied with some trepidation "No. I have always had long hairs."
Priya took Priyanka's hair in her hand and then brought her hands near Priyanka's chin and said "How about going this short."
Priyanka was completely dumbfounded. She was dreading this the moment Shaina had suggested a radically different look. She was too shocked to say anything so Shaina chipped in, "Wow Priya that would be wonderful. Why don't you give her some fringes also? I think she will look good with them."
"Absolutely Shaina, I was already thinking of giving her deep straight fringes and an inverted bob," Priya agreed with Shaina.
Once Shaina had agreed with Priya about Priyanka's new look, only option Priyanka had was to say yes.
It took Priya about an hour to finish her work on Priyanka's hair. But when she did finish it Priyanka couldn't recognize herself in the mirror. She was shocked and thrilled in equal measurewith her new look. Her long hair had now been reduced to chin length. The front side of her hair were nicely framing her chin line and were trending upwards towards her back. Her nape was completely exposed as Priya had cropped her hair severely on the backside. But the most dramatic effect of her haircut was her fringe. Her center parting flat hair in the front has been replaced with a deep straight fringe that covered her eyebrows completely. Priyanka was completely blown away by the new look.
"Wow Sara you are looking smoking hot in your new haircut," Shaina said gleefully.
"Thanks Shaina," Priyanka said smiling nervously. "I am too shocked right now but I guess I like the end effect."
"Of course you will like it honey. You are looking like a sexy college girl in your new look," Shaina tried to reassure her.
As Priyanka and Shaina walked out of the salon, Priyanka immediately noticed lot of men looking at her. This had never happened to her earlier. In a strange way she felt thrilled that men were finding her attractive. She thought that maybe the changes that Shaina was doing were not all that bad.
The last stop in their shopping trip was a visit to a shoe's shop where Shaina selected a couple of sandals and shoes for Priyanka. The common factor amongst all these foot wears were high heels - all of them had high heels of about 3 to 4 inch.
As Priyanka slipped on her new footwear she felt like a completely new person. Her tight fitting jeans and t-shirts accentuated all the right curves in her body, her new haircut gave her a new look and her new shoes enabled her to walk tall and straight. She felt like a completely confident, modern and sexy woman.
She wondered why Rajesh never allowed her to dress like this.
Sara meets Imran
Priyanka was getting butterflies in her stomach as she got ready for her first day in office. She wore a white shirt and trousers, along with a nice pair of shoes. Priyanka waited in the lobby as Shaina had said that she would come to pick her up for office. As Rajesh pulled up the car near Priyanka he couldn't help but feel jealous and sad at the same time seeing his wife in the new get up. He thought that she was looking absolutely beautiful in her new clothes and new hairstyle. But, of course, with Shaina sitting right there in the car, the only thing he managed to say was "Good morning Sara ma'am." Then he opened the car door for her like an obedient chauffeur.
"Good morning Ganpat," Priyanka replied. Shaina noted with some satisfaction that this time Priyanka did not hesitate in addressing Rajesh as Ganpat.
"You are looking absolutely fantastic dear," Shaina complimented Priyanka as she got in the car.
"Thanks Shaina," Priyanka replied.
The drive to office was short and uneventful.
As Shaina led Priyanka into the office, Sara was struck by the clothes that some of the girls were wearing. She noticed that almost every girl was dressed like a model. Some were wearing knee length skirts, some were wearing miniskirts, and some were wearing super skinny jeans. There was even a girl wearing denim shorts. Priyanka thought that compared to all these hot girls she was dressed like a granny.
Shaina noticed Priyanka checking other girls and said smilingly "Don't worry dear; very soon you will also be dressing up like that!"
Priyanka smiled back.
It wasn't just the girls that Priyanka had noticed. She also noticed some gorgeous hunks in the office. All of them were tall and fit, and looked like as if they had just stepped out of some fashion magazine cover.
"Hi Imran, I would like you to meet Sara," Shaina said.
Priyanka's heart skipped a beat as she laid her eyes for the first time on Imran. She had seen hunks like him in television and movies but never in real life. Imran was more than 6' tall and had the body of a wrestler. His muscles were ripping out of the shirt that he was wearing. His light skin and green eyes gave him an aura of a Greek god.
"Hi Sara, I am so pleased to meet you finally. Shaina has told me so much about you," said Imran as he got up and extended his hand to Priyanka.
Priyanka took a moment to come out of her stupor and then finally shook Imran's hand. "Hi Imran, nice to meet you too," she managed to blabber out.
Shaina turned to Priyanka and said, "As I had explained earlier you will be working as my personal assistants. You will be working very closely with Imran. He will tell you all about your responsibilities in office, so I want you to get to know him really well." Priyanka nodded but she was not sure what get-to-know-well would entail.
Shaina continued, "Imran, I want you help Sara settle down in office and her work. There is also something additional that I want you to do. Can you now take her and introduce her to everyone in office."
"With pleasure Shaina," Imran said with a smile and led Priyanka to meet others in the office.
Shaina was delighted to notice the effect Imran was having on Priyanka. She was now more certain than ever that Priyanka won't be able to resist Imran for very long, and pretty soon both of them would be banging in the bed. But she did not want to rush into anything.
The first month flew away quickly for Priyanka. She was getting settled into office and had made many new friends. She was also starting to get comfortable with Imran. He had been a good mentor in helping her finish all the office work. He had also been great fun to work with. Priyanka had a distinct feeling that Imran was really interested in her and was always indulging in harmless flirting with her. On her part she had also not rejected his advances completely but she was careful not to lead him on too much. In some corner of her heart she had really started to like him as a friend.
During this time she hardly had a chance to talk to Rajesh. She did think about him a few times but not much. She felt surprised how quickly she was getting used to her new identity and new life. She had really started to think of herself as Sara, and was very happy Shaina had given her a chance to experience this new world.
The first kiss
It was Friday evening when called Priyanka to her office and asked her "How are you feeling in the office?"
"It's a wonderful place to work. I had never thought that I will ever get an opportunity to work in a place like this. I don't know how I will ever thank you for giving me this chance," Priyanka replied.
"I am so glad to hear that you like it here, but I have noticed that you are slightly uncomfortable while talking to some people in office, especially some of the girls. Why is that?" Shaina enquired.
"Er, I am not uncomfortable but, er, it's just that all the girls in your office are so modern and sexy, and they are all dressed so well that I feel a bit out of place," Priyanka told her the truth.
"Ha ha ha, well we can fix that easily," Shaina said smilingly.
Shaina thought that this was a perfect opportunity to take the next step in her plan of trying to bring Priyanka closer to Imran. She had seen Priyanka interact with Imran in office and knew that Priyanka had started trusting him. Imran anyway was quite interested in Priyanka (or Sara, as he knew her) and had been flirting with her.
Shaina lit up a cigarette and asked Priyanka, "I would have loved to come with you and help you buy more clothes but unfortunately I am going to be busy this weekend, so let me ask you this - Do you trust Imran?"
Priyanka was confused and didn't know how to answer this. Of course she trusted Imran. Over the last one month he had become her closest friend in office and she was quite comfortable being with him. But she was not quite sure where was Shaina headed with her question. She replied hesitantly, "Yes I trust Imran but"
Shaina interrupted Priyanka mid-sentence, "Do you trust him enough to let him pick your clothes for you? Imran has a really good fashion sense. I will assure that you will not regret his choices," Shaina tried to reassure Priyanka.
Priyanka felt a strange excitement when she heard this. Until now only her husband had chosen clothes for her but now Shaina was asking her to let a man, who she had known only for a month, choose clothes for her. Presumably she was going to have to model the clothes to Imran, and he would be telling her how good or bad she was looking. She wondered how that was going to play out.
She could sense an excitement buildup in her body as she thought about this. Shaina called Imran into her office as Priyanka agreed to Shaina's proposal.
"Hey Imran! Our friend Sara here needs a new wardrobe," Shaina said to Imran with a wink, "Can you help her with that?"
Imran was smilingly from ear to ear, "Of course I can help her with that. It would be pleasure to pick some exciting clothes for this beautiful lady."
"Excellent Imran, I want you to turn Sara into one of the sexiest girl in office," Shaina said with a devilish smile, "I want all the boys in office to not just notice Sara but also to start flirting with her."
"I think the boys will have to get past me if they want to flirt with Sara," Imran smilingly replied in a mocking tone.
Both Shaina and Imran laughed, and even Priyanka joined in, at this unabashed flirting.
That night as Priyanka lay in her bed she couldn't help but think about Imran and what he might have planned for her tomorrow. A current ran through her body as she pictured herself modeling various clothes for Imran. She had to admit that Imran was the hottest guy she had ever met in her life. Inevitably she started to compare Imran with Rajesh and thought that Rajesh was not even close to what Imran was in any aspect. She wondered what would have happened if had met Imran before her marriage. Having a boyfriend like Imran was a dream come true for any girl.
She felt utterly confused about her feelings for Imran. One part of her brain kept telling her that she is a married women and she had no future with Imran, but the other kept telling her that she should do what her heart tells her to do, and her heart really was pulling her ever closer to Imran. She knew that Rajesh was in no position to say anything to her if she decided to have sex with Imran or even if she became Imran's girlfriend. He had after all signed a legal document saying that she full freedom to pursue any relationship with any man. He had basically agreed to allow his wife to have a love affair with another man. But even then something was holding Priyanka back.
Next day morning when Priyanka got up she had a distinct feeling of dampness in her pussy. She recalled that throughout night images of Imran had kept flashing through her mind. She wondered if that was the cause of the tingling feeling she had in her pussy. She dragged herself out of the bed and started to get ready for the day. This was going to be a very important day not just for her but also for her husband Rajesh.
Shaina had lent her car and chauffeur to Imran and herself for the day. Priyanka was a bit apprehensive about it but Shaina had insisted that both of them must use her chauffeur to go wherever they wanted to go. Priyanka understood very well why Shaina was doing that. Shaina wanted Rajesh to see Imran and Priyanka together. She wanted to know how Rajesh was going to react seeing his wife with another man.
It was almost afternoon by the time Priyanka got ready for the day. She decided to wear a super skinny low waist jeans and a sleeveless cropped t-shirt. The t-shirt was cropped enough to expose just a hint of her navel. She brushed her hair carefully and back-combed her fringe so as to make it appear more voluminous. She had to admit that she had fallen in love with her straight fringe as it had given her a completely new look. Finally she applied some light makeup and admired herself in the mirror. She thought that she was looking quite nice and wondered how Imran would react seeing her.
She saw Rajesh pull the car into the parking she went down to get in the car. Imran was waiting for her in the apartment lobby and Rajesh was standing near the car in his white uniform. As soon as she approached Imran hugged her and said, "Wow Sara, you are looking absolutely beautiful today."
She was surprised by Imran's gesture as he had never hugged her before today. She saw that Rajesh was looking at them intently as they hugged but then after a moment he slowly lowered his head and looked away.
But Imran's warm embrace felt nice and Priyanka also hugged him back briefly.
"Thanks Imran, you are also looking good," Priyanka said cheerfully.
As both of them got into the car Imran gave instructions to Rajesh about where they wanted to go.
"Ok Sir," was the meek reply from Rajesh.
It took them only a while to get to their destination. It was an upmarket mall that specialized in western wear for women. The way Imran was describing the various shops there, Priyanka felt amazed how much Imran knew about clothes and latest fashion trends. Time just flew as they visited various shops in the mall. Imran chose all the clothes and Priyanka modeled them for Imran. Initially Priyanka felt a bit uncomfortable doing it but as the day progressed she got more and more relaxed and started to enjoy the whole experience.
Sensing Priyanka's discomfort Imran also started with pretty conservative clothes such as long skirts, trousers etc., but as Priyanka got more relaxed he started to choose sexier clothes for her. He picked some knee length A-line skirts, flared skirts, miniskirts, skinny summer dresses, tank tops, halter neck tops and shorts for Priyanka. As Priyanka modeled them for him, he got more and bolder with his choices. Some of the flared miniskirts that he chose barely reached mid-thigh but surprisingly Priyanka tried them on with ease and even sought Imran's opinion about how she looked in them.
Seeing Priyanka dressed in those sexy clothes was driving Imran crazy. Frankly he had not expected things to go so easy with Priyanka. He had thought that Priyanka was not going to be comfortable wearing some of the clothes he had chosen, but surprisingly Priyanka had proved him wrong.
He decided to push his luck and asked Priyanka, "Hey Sara, can I ask you something"
"Sure Imran," Priyanka replied.
"There is a great club that I know about. I and some of my friends are planning to go there tonight for a party" he paused for a moment, "Would you like to be my date to the party?"
Priyanka was taken aback when she heard this. Shopping and having fun with someone was one thing but going on a date with someone was quite another thing. For Priyanka dating Imran was probably the first step towards a serious relationship with him. She wasn't sure if she was ready for that and there was Rajesh too. She had no idea how he would react if she started getting too close to Imran. But Imran had been so amazing and helpful to her, and most importantly she was enjoying his company so much that she simply didn't have the will power to say no to him.
She hesitated a bit as Imran waited for an answer but finally said, "Ok."
Imran was visibly relieved to hear that.
They quickly wrapped up their shopping after that with some high heel stilettos and headed home. Rajesh was dutifully waiting for them in the parking. Imran handed him all the shopping bags and asked him to first drop Priyanka home and then drop him off at his home. He also told him that he needed to come back on duty at 8PM as he and Priyanka were planning to go to a party. Rajesh seemed visibly upset on hearing this but he dared not to say anything. Priyanka noticed Rajesh's discomfort. She knew that he was squirming that his wife was moving around, partying and flirting with another man but surprisingly she didn't feel much empathy for him. Somewhere in the back of her mind she was now getting more and more convinced that whatever has happened has happened for her good. Rajesh had a committed a crime and he deserved the punishment that he was getting.
After relaxing at home for some time, it was time for Priyanka to get ready for her first date with Imran. She took a long relaxing bath and laid out some of the clothes she had bought today with Imran. A smile crossed her face as she recalled how she had modeled these dresses for Imran. She had to agree that Imran had a great sense of fashion and the dresses that he had picked for her absolutely fantastic. And quite sexy too. After agonizing over the choice of dress for some time she finally picked up a little black dress. It was a sleeveless dress that ended just at the knee. It had a small V-neck that exposed just a tiny hint of cleavage but her back was completely covered. It was a nice sexy dress but wasn't too revealing. Next she applied some light makeup and wore the dress she had chosen earlier. She admired herself in the mirror, and was mighty pleased by what she saw. Looking back at her was a modern sexy girl who was about to go on her first date with a man who could become her boyfriend.
At sharp 8PM Rajesh and Imran pulled up in her apartment. Once again Imran hugged her when she met him in the Apartment lobby. This Priyanka didn't feel hesitation because of Rajesh's presence and hugged Imran back enthusiastically.
"I can't believe that I am going on a date with such a sexy girl," Imran said with a mischievous smile.
Priyanka hit him lightly on the shoulder and said, "Now stop flirting and get in the car."
But Imran continued with his flirting, "I think I will have a difficult time keeping boys away from you in the party."
"Ha ha, don't worry, I will shoo the other boys away. After all I am your date tonight," Priyanka replied with a wide smile.
Rajesh was shocked to hear this. Here was his wife openly talking about dating other men in front on him. But he couldn't do a thing about it. He cursed himself for landing in this situation but there was nothing that he could do. He silently drove his wife and her date to their destination.
Inside the club Imran guided Priyanka towards a group of men and women.
"Hey guys, I would like you to meet my friend Sara," he announced to the group.
"Just a friend or friend with benefits," said one of the lady in the group as everyone laughed.
"We will see about the benefits part later," Imran replied while winking towards Priyanka.
Everyone welcomed Priyanka to the group and pretty soon everyone got busy talking to each other. Drinks were ordered for everyone and Priyanka too finished two glasses of wine in no time. The quick intake of alcohol had the desired effect on Priyanka. She, like many other girls in the group, was now sitting on her man's lap with an arm around his neck. She was feeling completely liberated and uninhibited in Imran's company.
"Do you want to try a smoke," Imran asked her knowing fully well that she had earlier told him that she doesn't smoke.
Priyanka had noticed that most of the girls in the group were smoking, so instead of a firm refusal Priyanka said in a half convinced tone, "I don't know Imran; I have never tried a cigarette before."
Imran took the cue and pushed her further, "Oh come on Sara! There is always a first time for everything."
"Just take a light drag and exhale it immediately," Imran said as he pushed his cigarette towards Priyanka's lips. Priyanka was now in no position to refuse him further. She put the cigarette on her lips and inhaled slightly. She felt the bitter smoke engulfing her mouth and throat. After keeping the smoke in her mouth for a few seconds she slowly exhaled it out.
"Try one more drag," Imran egged her on. Priyanka took another drag from the cigarette and, this time kept the smoke inside her for a longer time. Surprisingly she liked the feeling of that warm bitter smoke in her mouth. She took couple of more drags and then handed the cigarette back to Imran.
"See, that wasn't so difficult, was it?" Imran remarked.
Priyanka smiled at him.
She had finished her third glass of wine by now and the party was in full flow. Most of the couples were on the dance floor, and that's where Imran and Priyanka also proceeded. There was a slow romantic song playing when they reached the dance floor. As Imran slipped his hands over Priyanka's waist she put her hands around his neck. The experience of doing a slow cocktail dance with a 6' feet tall man was so exhilarating for Priyanka that she felt a slow heat start to build up in her pussy. She felt a strange energy rushing through her body as her heart started to beat faster. They were now dancing with their bodies just a couple of inches away from each other. Priyanka had never been so close to any man other than her husband. As Priyanka looked into Imran's eyes the whole world ceased to exist for her. The only thoughts occupying her mind were about the handsome man who was now embracing her tightly. His hands were placed firmly on her buttocks and her pussy was now close enough to Imran to feel the bulge in his pants.
Priyanka didn't even realize when it happened. As Imran brought his face down Priyanka instinctively pulled her face up and their lips met each other for the first time. The warm moist breath of Imran was now flowing through Priyanka and she was in a complete trance. She didn't know for how long their lips remained locked with each other but she was sure that this was the most erotic kiss she had ever had in her life. As their lips parted Priyanka gently placed her head on Imran's chest and they continued to sway in the slow music for what seemed like an eternity.
After the music finally died down, all the couples moved away from the dance floor.
"I need a cigarette," said Priyanka.
Imran quietly lit up a cigarette and handed it over to Priyanka. She took a deep drag from the cigarette and held the smoke inside her for a long time. Priyanka felt as if she had been transported to a heaven. As she continued to smoke the cigarette as Imran went to the bar and got her another glass of wine. After finishing her fourth glass of wine, Priyanka dragged Imran to the dance floor and they continued to dance with all other couples for quite a long time.
It was almost afternoon when Priyanka got up next day. She only had a faint recollection how she came home previous night. She remembered Imran helping her into the bed and kissing her good night. She also remembered the almost shattered look on Rajesh's face when he saw how drunken Priyanka was and how Imran was almost carrying her to her apartment. But she did very clearly remember the erotic feel of Imran's warm lips on her lips, she clearly remembered the satisfying feel of Imran sucking her tongue gently during their kiss, she clearly remembered the sweet smell of Imran's body as she clung to him on the dance floor, she clearly remembered the thrill of feeling the bulge in Imran's pants.
It had been the most magical night for Priyanka, and she was now eagerly looking forward to their next date.
Monday Morning
It was Monday morning and Rajesh was driving Shaina to the office. She asked him "Did Imran and Sara go out on Saturday?"
"Yes mam, they spent the whole day shopping together, and then in the night they went to a club," Rajesh said in a dejected tone.
"You don't seem to be very excited about it," Shaina remarked sarcastically.
"Mam, she is my wife. How can any husband be excited when his wife goes on a date with another man," Rajesh replied.
"She is not your wife for next 12 months Ganpat! You have signed a legal document to that effect. And that document is the only reason why you are not in jail today. Do not ever forget that." Shaina said in a sharp tone.
Rajesh felt intimidated hearing Shaina's tone. He quickly said, "Yes ma'am. I understand that."
"Ganpat, you need to realize that now it is entirely up to Sara to decide whether she wants to have sex with Imran or not. If she wants then there is nothing that you can do to prevent Imran from fucking your wife. And that's what I also want, so I am going to give them every opportunity to come close to each together," Shaina told Rajesh in a stern voice.
He meekly replied "Ok ma'am."
"Wow dear, you look fantastic in this skirt," Shaina told Priyanka as she entered her office.
"Thanks Shaina," Priyanka replied with a smile.
"Did Imran pick this for you?"
"Yes, he did."
"I told you, he has a great sense of fashion. So how did your date go with him?" Shaina asked with a mischievous smile.
"It was fun." Priyanka was slightly surprised how Shaina came to know about it so quickly.
"Great! Did you enjoy your first kiss with him?" Shaina asked with a wink.
Priyanka was taken aback how Shaina just assumed that they must have kissed on their first date. But her assumption was right. They did kiss on their first date. In a slightly embarrassed tone she said "Yes, it was nice."
"Ha ha ha, I knew you would enjoy Imran's company. Oh, by the way if you are wondering how do I know about your date, then it was Ganpat who told me about it," Shaina said.
Hearing about her husband suddenly caused a change in Priyanka's mood. She asked "How did he take it?"
Shaina said, "I think he has accepted that his wife, sooner or later, is going to have sex with another man." Shaina deliberately spoke about sex to Priyanka so casually because she wanted to plant that idea in Priyanka's mind. Shaina presented it to her as if it was now natural for Priyanka to have sex with Imran. She continued, "You have to remember your husband has willingly signed a legal document to allow you to sleep with any man that you want. And frankly Imran is not a bad choice."
Priyanka knew Shaina was telling the truth. Rajesh had indeed given his wife away and now, he had no right to interfere in her life. At least for a year.
Seeing Priyanka's reaction Shaina knew that it won't be long before Imran and Priyanka would be having sex with each other but she thought this was good opportunity to reinforce that idea. She opened her purse and handed a strip of tablets to Priyanka.
"What is this?" Priyanka inquired genuinely puzzled.
"Some call it the morning-after pill but I call it fuck-without-worry tablet. Keep this handy with you. I am sure you are going to need it pretty soon." Shaina said with a wicked smile.
Priyanka felt embarrassed accepting the tablet from Shaina. She asked Shaina "But why are you assuming that I am going to have sex with Imran? I have not yet made up my mind about it."
Shaina replied with a dismissive tone, "Oh please! You are a grown up girl. You have physical needs. Are you telling me that you can live without sex for one full year?"
Priyanka thought that Shaina was right in some sense. It had been more than a month since she has sex and she was starting to miss that heavenly feeling of a man thrusting his cock in her pussy.
Shaina said, "Trust me dear, last thing you want so early in your relationship is getting pregnant. And that too in a complicated situation like yours. I know all the girls in my office, who have a boyfriends use this pill." This was Shaina's way of telling Priyanka that it was perfectly normal, for Priyanka to start thinking about having sex with Imran.
Sara and Imran have sex
More than a month had passed since Imran and Priyanka had gone for their first date. Priyanka was now perfectly comfortable with physical contact with Imran. They had kissed each other numerous times, sometimes even in office. They had gone out for parties and dinners a number of times and Imran had started introducing her as his girlfriend. It was strange feeling for Priyanka because, before her marriage she never had a boyfriend. Like most Indian girls she had transitioned straight from being a virgin single girl to a wife. But unlike any other Indian girl she had now transitioned from being somebody's wife to being somebody's girlfriend. But Priyanka was quite enjoying this transition. She was now completely hooked to Imran, and not a moment would pass when she was not thinking about him.
Rajesh was now becoming more and more of a distant memory for her. She was now openly flirting and kissing Imran even in front of Rajesh. It was almost as if Rajesh had ceased to be anything for her.
She knew that Imran was becoming desperate for having sex with her, and even she had now made up her mind to take their relationship to the next level. Finally she invited Imran to her apartment for dinner on a Saturday night. Both of them understood what that meant.
She prepared herself well for her night with Imran. She dressed herself in a sexy top and a mini skirt. Her top was fully backless so she decided not to wear any bra. Her entire back was completely exposed. The skirt she wore only reached up to her mid-thigh and under the skirt she, for the first time, wore a small silky thong. Finally she put on some high heel stilettos and admired herself in the mirror. She wondered how much life had changed for her. Just a few months back she was a demure faithful wife and, here she was today, dressed like a hot college girl ready to fuck her boyfriend.
Imran arrived dot on time with a bottle of whiskey. They first shared a long passionate kiss right at the door and then settled on the sofa with a glass full of whiskey. Before today Priyanka had tasted whiskey only once before and she knew she would get drunk in no time, but she wasn't worried at all. After all that was the idea - get drunk and get fucked.
"Wow honey, you are looking absolutely hot today." Imran said.
"Thank you." Priyanka replied with a smile. She was sitting completely glued to him on the sofa and he was gently rubbing her shoulder. As they sipped their whiskey, Imran also lit up a cigarette and passed it to Priyanka. The combination of bitter smoke in her lungs and the strong alcohol in her blood was starting to make Priyanka horny. She kept her glass and climbed astride Imran's lap. They were now facing each other. Imran held her face with both hands and pulled her lips closer to him. As their tongues explored each other Priyanka could feel her pussy getting really wet. She was now more sure than ever that she wanted Imran's cock in her pussy.
"I need you inside me," Priyanka gently whispered in Imran's ear.
Without breaking their kiss Imran lifted Priyanka in her arms and carried her to the bedroom. He gently placed her on the bed and untied the knot holding Priyanka's dress. As her top fell down and her boobs came free he moved his lips from her mouth towards her nipples. Her nipples became rock hard as he suckled them slowly. Priyanka started to unbutton Imran's shirt and helped him out of it. She was mesmerized to see his chiseled body and six pack abs. Up until now she had seen such supremely fit men only on television but now here she was about to be fucked by one such hunk. As the heat in her pussy continued to build she slid down Imran's the trousers and was shocked to see what Imran had to offer. Not only was his cock circumcised but it was huge. Priyanka had never seen anything like that in her life. She felt a chill run down her spine as she imagined Imran's rock hard cock slip into her pussy. Her pussy was salivating like a hungry dog staring at a bone. Within no time both of them were completely naked and lying on the bed. Their bodies were intertwined like vines with each other.
As Imran thrust his huge circumcised cock in Priyanka's pussy for the first time Priyanka could no longer stop herself from saying almost involuntarily, "Please fuck me Imran". Their bodies rocked rhythmically as Imran started to fuck her in earnest.
"Oh my god, oh my god. Fuck me harder Imran!"
Her climax started to build up rapidly as Imran increased the pace of fucking.
"Oh my god. I am cuming Imran. I am cuming Imran!" Priyanka cried out loud as she experienced the most mind boggling orgasm in her life. Imran too climaxed soon after Priyanka.
As their exhausted bodies collapsed on the bed reality dawned on Priyanka. She realized that she has just had sex with a man outside her marriage. She had not only fucked a man who was not her husband but had enormously enjoyed the experience. Surprisingly instead of feeling guilty she was thinking what she had been missing all this time while she was with Rajesh. She thought that sex with Rajesh had always been quite cold and mechanical. She thought Rajesh's potbellied body was no match for the Greek god like physique that Imran possessed. When fully erect Rajesh's cock was probably not even half the size of Imran's cock. The orgasm that Imran had given her was the most mind boggling experience that she ever in her life. She wondered if she will now ever be able to enjoy sex with her husband.
Somewhere in the back of her mind she knew that her marriage was now over. There was no way she would be able to go back to Rajesh now. She made a mental note to talk to Shaina about formalizing her divorce with Rajesh. She was falling in love with Imran and there was no going back now. She wanted to be known as Imran's girlfriend. Her transformation from Priyanka to Sara was complete.
Written on:22nd July,1st September,3rd November,2011 (in Three Parts)
What is Marriage? She didn't know. What she did know was what her marriage was taking away from her. Time. And a life too.
Anushka Banerjee was married when she was 27. Just when she'd realized life was too short to be little and wanted to fly and explore the sky of her desires the jolt of an arranged marriage happened. It came at a time when she had started to like a guy in her office. His name was Sourav. When she thought she was ready to date him, her mother told her some people were coming to see her. See her? A post graduate from Calcutta University in Economics, working in a MNC and people will come to see her! Like that! But they did and she had to come in front of them pretending that it still were archaic times where women were born only to initiate a family and maintain it till she was alive. Her then prospective groom, Bikash Mukherjee, didn't even look up at her eye to eye and yet he was ready to get married to her. He did say a servile yes. The three months that followed went by like a hurricane by the end of it Anushka became Mrs. Anushka Mukherjee. They moved to Pune from Calcutta.
Bikash's family didn't want their daughter-in-law to work anywhere. One for vanity and two they thought Bikash was already earning enough. And this was another problem for Anushka. Bikash never did or said anything that he wanted. He was always the mediator. It was always "Dad doesn't want you to work anymore" or "Mom doesn't like you wearing jeans or any western outfits." She did try to talk to him stating it was their life now and all that mattered to her was 'his' wish even if he wanted to keep her at home forever she would do it but she pleaded to make it his wish. That never happened. One year went by with Anushka doing the same things 365 times over. In between she visited Calcutta twice but for some undecipherable reason she found both her home and in-laws place all the more stifling. Living in the posh colony in Pune at least she was all by herself in the day and in a way perhaps got used to the loneliness which, to her horror, was becoming comforting with each passing day.
On their first marriage anniversary Anushka somehow coaxed Bikash for having dinner at a nice restaurant and then go for a late night movie. It was first of its kind opportunity for Anushka. She felt happy and thought perhaps with time Bikash would change for her. The food was good which relieved Anushka since she had selected the restaurant herself while surfing the internet. Her in-laws of course were told over the phone that they were home. A marriage anniversary wasn't too big a deal for her in-laws to allow their only son to celebrate it. While moving out of the multiplex after watching the movie Anushka clasped the hands of Bikash. She knew he never really appreciated any 'touch' in the public but she was sure he would not say no this time. She was right. Clasping each other's hand as they passed by some guys one of them quipped, "Sexy ass!" It was obvious they were hinting at Anushka's ass. She was wearing a sari, had her hair loose and was wearing some junk jewelry around her neck and wrist which made her look strikingly beautiful. Anushka heard it right and she thought Bikash would retaliate but instead he suddenly let go of her hand. She for once glanced back at the guys who were still looking at her and chuckling probably cracking a dirty joke amongst themselves.
In the car too Bikash didn't talk much apart from the fact that he was feeling heavy and would like to have some antacid before sleeping. But in the silence of the night, lying beside Bikash in her bedroom, Anushka kept thinking. She was sure Bikash had heard the comment. 'Sexy ass'. How did he feel? Someone noticing his wife's ass in his presence and then daring to call it sexy. There have been men eying her many times before too but this was the first time she heard someone popping out a piece of his mind verbally.
The incident triggered a sexual epiphany of sorts for Anushka in her mind. She went back to her desires during college where she and her friends would secretly watch porn films and rate the guy's dick and body and would tell each other what and how they would like to do with their respective husbands. Anushka's thoughts were always on the wilder side. She told them she wanted to be naked with her husband and moan wildly as he fucked her. There was a time for emotional, sensuous love making and there was a time for a relentless animal fuck and a sexually healthy couple should know which should be done when to keep their sex life rocking. But she was yet to get naked in front of Bikash. As in their honeymoon, so happened in the twice a month intimacy that they had. Lifting of the night gown, pulling down of the panties, kiss, smooch while he pumped her and came. That's all. No foreplay. No change of position. She tried to give subtle hints to Bikash that she was okay with experimentation on bed but those subtle hints were either too subtle for him, she concluded, or Bikash simply was not interested. Everyone's mind is not sexy. At least Bikash's was not. Unfortunately hers was. She started using the mind more and more during her loneliness. All sorts of dirty to divine sexual imagery came alive in front of her. When she went to the vegetable market she thought how it would be if she walked stark naked there. How would the men react? Would they simply pounce on her or will stand their ground masturbating furiously. She felt wet. At home she stripped herself naked in front of a full length mirror and admired herself. A well sculpted piece of meat. Fair, spotless and creamy skin. As she walked a little she smiled at the slight naughty wiggle of her ass cheeks. She concluded the guys at the mall must have had masturbated fantasizing about her. She was sure they must have come profusely as well. If a plumber came home to work on any broken pipe she thought what it would be like to be raped by an uncouth man. It was all their in her mind. Her most menacing fantasy was to guess Bikash's reaction after she rocked the bed with someone from his office. Finally he would know how one should do a woman like her on bed. A naughty smile followed the thought as she looked at her husband snoring and sleeping ignorant to his wife's thoughts. Soon she started guessing the best sex position with the men she noticed every day. With the milkman she would look sexiest in the doggie pose. With the newspaper boy, legs on shoulder. The lift-man, reverse cowgirl. Mr. Mehta, her neighbor, cowgirl. With Anil, Bikash's colleague whom she met once, a perfect 69! Fantasies became the anti-dote to the boredom her marriage had cultivated.
It was after few months after the mall incident that she visited an eye clinic following regular headaches where she met her college friend Simi. She was there to change her glasses.
"Simi Goyel?"
"Oh my God! Anushka Banerjee! How on earth are you?"
"I am good. And am Mukherjee now. Married."
"Awesome. Congrats."
"Thanks. I too am Simi Sharma now."
They decided to catch up over a cup of coffee straight after their eye clinic visit.
"So, when did you get married?"
"Been a year. And you?"
"Little more than two."
"Wow!"
"Any kids?"
"Are you kidding me? No way! Now is the time to have fun dear. What does your husband do? And was it an arranged marriage?"
"He is in software. Arranged. You know I wasn't the type to marry early."
"Like me! We both wanted to enjoy the wrong men till we settled for the right one." Simi burst out laughing. "Remember those college and hostel days?"
"Hell yes. Miss them too."
"Oh God! Time really flies."
Simi's phone buzzed. As she talked over the phone hastily Anushka perused her. There was a difference now between the two friends, she noticed. She didn't dare to confess the difference to herself lest she broke down.
"You working?" She asked as Simi cut the phone line.
"Yup darling. Will stagnate otherwise. What about you?"
"Am stagnating in that case." Anushka smiled trying to veil the subtext in the comment. But Simi was smarter than she thought. There was a silence after which Simi said, "Honey, I need to go to my office now. But hey, why don't you come over to my new flat. I shifted last week. We can really catch up properly."
"Sure. Where are you putting up?"
"Palm Heights."
"Shit! That's where I live. Tower two, tenth floor. Right opposite to the elevator."
"This is not funny now! Am in tower one, third floor. Why don't you and your hubby come over for dinner tomorrow? It's a Saturday anyway."
"I don't know about him but I would definitely."
"Kool!"
Bikash was supposed to be late as usual on Saturdays. Thus Anushka went to Simi's place around nine at night. The door was opened by Simi herself. She was wearing a pink bathrobe and a pink towel was wrapped on her head.
"Taking bath at this hour?"
"Just like that!"
As they settled on the couch Anushka asked, "So where is your hubby?"
Simi was about to speak when a young stud walked topless across from the bathroom to the bedroom. His body was glistening with dollops of water.
"Hi!" Anushka said. The man paused and glanced once at her and then at Simi.
"Go ahead Tony, change and leave fast." Simi retorted. Tony disappeared into the other room.
"What's up?" Anushka knew she had made a mistake.
"He is just a friend of mine. Not my hubby." Before Anushka could say anything Tony appeared this time wearing a tight t-shirt from which the biceps were protruding out and a blue jeans. He waved at Simi.
"Got the money."
"Yes. Thanks. Bye." Tony left locking the door behind.
Anushka shot a 'what the fuck' look at Simi who chose to clarify, "He is a gigolo darling."
"A what?"
"Whenever my hubby is out for long he is there for me and Hanna is there for him. Hanna is a hooker in Atlanta where my hubby goes for work every six months for a month or two."
"You are kidding me, right?"
"What's there to kid? And why are you behaving like some conservative sex-is-immortal nun? What has happened to you Anushka?"
It was a pertinent question. What has happened to her, she wondered. Why was she thinking and behaving like her in-laws and husband. In college days she never used to be shocked talking about all this. Not that she participated in anything likewise still she never had this 'judging tone' toward anything at all.
"I am sorry."
"It is okay but I think now I know what's up with your life."
"NOTHING!" They blurted together and it made them laugh like old times. They talked about the past, the present and a bit about the future as well. Anushka realized what was and will always be fantasy for her was a casual reality for Simi. She was not exactly in an open marriage but there certainly was no pretense in it. No ego as well. They knew what they wanted, put it forward in front of their spouse and made it sure both, if interested, got it equally and without really allowing that need or urge to crack up their relationship. Wow, that's a dream, Anushka wondered lying beside Bikash that night. She looked at him and thought if he would ever allow her that freedom. And smiled to herself at the joke. Yeah, sure he would! He doesn't even allow me to wear western outfits! As she turned to finally sleep out yet another night one of Simi's question, she asked while they were having dinner, ricocheted in her. "Do you like anybody other than your husband?" What would have she meant by it? Like as physically or love someone. Whatever! She closed her eyes.
A month later, which also saw Anushka connecting to Simi like old times, the entire Palm Heights met in their giant garage-renovated-into-community hall for celebrating a community dinner so that important issues could be discussed and every one could meet each other in the colony. Many didn't turn up but many did as well. Simi was one of them. Anushka was another. Though Bikash had told her he would be there any time after nine but looking at her watch she realized it was already 10:15 pm. She called him.
"Another hour."
Anushka cut the line with a sigh. Simi came over to her and looked at her bottom up.
"My, my! Someone is looking drop dead gorgeous!"
Anushka blushed and said, "Because she has a partner in another gorgeous lady." Simi, who had a glistening brown skin, was wearing a one piece off shoulder white dress with black high heeled pumps while Anushka was wearing a lemon colored Zardosi sari with colored stones all over it. To go with it she was wearing a matching blouse and a Bindi between her eye brows and matching bangles as well. Nobody knew even her under garments were of the same color. A soft panty and a one size shorter bra just to jam her 34Ds in. She looked like the perfect Indian woman with the elegance and the curve.
"When will your husband come? It's like a month already and I haven't even met him."
They were onto their dinner. "He was supposed to come early but that's not going to happen as it's evident. You come to my place on Sunday and then you can meet him."
"Ah, okay. Will do that. By the way there are no interesting men in Palm Heights."
"Interesting as in?"
"Sexy, hot, desirable, fuckable."
"Okay, okay I got that." Anushka was alert lest someone heard their talk.
"What did you get?"
"There are some."
"Really? Alright tell me whom would you fuck amongst the ones we are seeing right now."
"Shut up! I won't answer that."
"Which means you have an answer that you want to hide."
"No!"
"Yes!"
"Yes, okay!"
"So tell me. I am no news broadcaster myself."
"I don't know about a fuck but..." Anushka ran her eyes on the men she could see around her, one at a time. Some she knew, some she had exchanged greetings and many she was seeing for the first time. Then she saw Jatin Mehta, her neighbor. She liked his personality and what the heck, she thought, it's just a random scrutiny but before she could open her mouth Simi spoke, "I think that man there would look nice with you on bed. The one in blue stripes."
Anushka followed Simi's look and realized she was talking about Manish Gupta.
"Oh no!" She gasped.
"Why what happened?"
Anushka didn't tell her but she knew he was the man with whom Bikash has a torrid spat months before because of a car parking issue. And a few more spats later as well. He lived in her tower . Probably a floor or two below.
"Nothing."
"Then who?"
"What about him?"
Simi noticed Jatin and remarked, "Not bad Anu!" That made Anushka's whole face blush red.
"Enough now!"
Little did she know it was only the beginning. A tip of an iceberg which would have been better left unexposed.
