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The rain was relentless, pouring down in sheets as I gathered my things from my desk. Monsoon had arrived with full force today, drenching everything outside, including my thoughts. Normally, Vicky would be waiting for me by his bike, ready to whisk me away into the night. But tonight, the bike was at home, and instead, a cab had been called. It felt different, more intimate somehow, the enclosed space of the car making me feel like the outside world didn’t exist.
I stepped into the hallway, my heart racing as I saw Vicky standing near the elevator, a slight grin on his face despite the rain. The usual mischievous look in his eyes was replaced by something darker, more intense. He had that effect on me... always making my pulse race faster than it should.
“Bike ka kya hua?” I asked, trying to sound casual as I walked up to him, though the anticipation was already bubbling beneath my skin.
“Ghar pe hai. Baarish hai na, aaj cab se jaaunga. Tumhe bhi ghar chhod dunga, phir main waapas chala jaunga,” he explained, his voice smooth and inviting. There was something about the way he spoke that made me want to forget the world.
I nodded, unable to stop the smile that crept onto my face. “Theek hai,” I whispered, as if we both knew what that cab ride would lead to.
We stepped outside, the rain pelting down in thick drops. Vicky quickly hailed the cab, and as the door opened, I felt a shiver run down my spine... part from the cold, part from the heat simmering between us. We slid into the back seat, the rain creating a cocoon of noise around us. The world outside was blurred, distant, and soon I would be, too.
As the cab began moving, I felt Vicky's hand brush against mine, a soft touch that sent a shockwave through me. My breath caught in my throat, and without thinking, I turned towards him, craving more of that touch, that closeness.
“Niddhi,” he whispered, his voice low and dripping with desire. His hand slid up my thigh, igniting a fire inside me that I had been holding back all day.
I bit my lip, my heart thudding in my chest as I met his gaze. The rain outside was forgotten, the movement of the cab, the driver... everything disappeared. All that mattered was Vicky and the way his fingers danced over my skin, teasing and torturing me at the same time.
I leaned in, my lips grazing the side of his neck,
tasting the faint remnants of cologne mixed with the sweat from the humid evening. My hands found their way to his chest, fingers trembling as I slowly began unbuttoning his shirt. He groaned softly in response, pulling me closer until I was practically in his lap.
The air inside the cab was thick with tension, every breath we took heavy with desire. Vicky’s lips found mine, kissing me with a hunger that left me breathless.
I moaned softly into his mouth, my body reacting to every touch, every whisper of his name against my skin. His hand traveled further up my thigh,
dangerously close to where I ached for him the most. My legs parted instinctively, and I gasped at the sensation of his fingers pressing against me through the fabric.
“Niddhi…” he murmured again, his voice like velvet, as his lips moved down to my collarbone, leaving a trail of kisses that made my head spin.
I lost myself in him, in the feel of his body against mine, the taste of his lips, the warmth of his breath. The rain outside intensified, the world blurred and forgotten as we kissed like nothing else mattered.
Just then, the cab slowed to a stop outside my society. My mind, clouded with passion, barely registered where we were. I pulled back from Vicky, my lips tingling, my breath still coming in ragged gasps.
“I have to go,” I whispered, brushing my fingers against his jaw before giving him one last lingering kiss.
His hand lingered on my thigh, reluctant to let go.
I opened the door, the cool air rushing in and pulling me back to reality. As I stepped out into the rain, my heart still pounding, I didn’t even notice the driver... until his voice cut through the downpour.
“Bye, Niddhi. Say hi to Raj for me,”
My breath caught in my throat. That voice… it was unmistakable. Malik Uncle.
The casual tone in his voice was in stark contrast to the storm that suddenly brewed inside me. I froze, my fingers gripping the door handle tightly, the cool metal grounding me as panic flooded my senses. Slowly, almost against my will, I turned to meet his gaze in the rearview mirror..
There he was, sitting calmly in the driver's seat, his face bathed in the dim light of the street lamps. His expression was serene, too calm—like he wasn’t just a driver. Like he knew far more than he was letting on.
My eyes locked with his in the mirror, and I could feel my heart beginning to race, thudding against my ribcage with an intensity I could barely control. A chill ran down my spine, but it wasn’t from the rain—it was from the weight of his words. His casual comment wasn’t just a pleasantry. It was a warning.
He knew.
Oh God, he knew.
My thoughts spiraled out of control, each one darker than the last. How long had he been watching? Had he seen me and Vicky? Had he noticed the way Vicky’s hand had wandered under my dress, the way we had kissed with a hunger I couldn’t hide? I swallowed hard, the taste of fear bitter on my tongue.
What if Malik Uncle tells Raj? What if he already knew? The questions pounded in my head, one after the other, as I stood frozen in place, the rain now drenching my hair and soaking through my clothes. But I didn’t care. All I could focus on was the way Malik’s eyes lingered on me in the rearview mirror. His calm, knowing expression only fueled my growing terror.
I forced myself to move, but my legs felt like lead. With shaky hands, I closed the cab door and turned away from him, desperate to escape the suffocating weight of his gaze. My steps felt heavy, my feet sinking into the wet pavement as I walked toward my apartment, each step an agonizing reminder of what had just happened.
The night had started with excitement, with passion coursing through my veins as Vicky’s touch had made me forget the world around us. But now, that same night felt like a noose tightening around my neck. Malik Uncle had seen too much. He knew too much.
As the cab pulled away, I stood there, staring at its red taillights disappearing into the distance, my stomach twisting with fear and guilt. I felt sick. Sick with the weight of my betrayal. Malik Uncle knew exactly who I was..... and worse, he knew what I had done.
I fumbled with my keys as I reached the front door of our row house, the rain-soaked streets of the gated society eerily quiet behind me. My clothes clung to my skin, dripping water onto the doorstep, but I barely noticed. The only thing that consumed me was Raj... how was I going to face him? What if Malik Uncle had already told him? What if this was the unraveling of everything I’d carefully built?
With trembling hands, I pushed open the door and stepped inside. The warmth of the house hit me, but it did nothing to soothe the icy fear twisting in my gut. Raj was already there, sprawled casually on the sofa, the soft glow of the TV illuminating his relaxed face. He looked peaceful, unaware of the storm brewing within me.
The sight of him, so calm, only made my panic worse. I shut the door behind me, locking it quietly, trying to steady my breath. My heart raced, pounding in my chest like it was trying to escape. Malik’s words echoed in my head, their weight sinking deeper into my mind. "Say hi to Raj for me."
My legs felt weak, almost unsteady, as I walked toward the living room. Raj glanced up, his eyes briefly meeting mine, then going back to the screen. “You’re soaked,” he said casually, his voice calm, as if nothing had changed.
But everything had changed. I could feel it in every fiber of my being.
I forced a smile, hoping it didn’t look as fragile as I felt. “Yeah, the rain… it just started pouring out of nowhere,” I mumbled, my voice barely steady. I moved toward the kitchen, needing an excuse to hide, to collect myself before I completely fell apart.
As I made my way down the hallway, my thoughts spiraled out of control. How had I been so reckless? So caught up in Vicky, in the way he made me feel alive, that I had ignored the consequences. Now, the thrill of those stolen moments was turning into something far more dangerous.... something that could destroy me, destroy us.
I leaned against the kitchen counter, gripping the edges, my knuckles white. I had to act normal. I had to pretend everything was fine. Raj couldn’t know. Not yet. But how long could I keep this up? How long before I slipped, before the truth unraveled everything?
Malik Uncle's calm, knowing gaze flashed in my mind. He knew. And that meant I had to be perfect. One wrong step, one slip, and everything would come crashing down.
The night stretched endlessly, the ticking clock on the wall becoming a constant reminder of my guilt and fear. My mind wouldn’t stop racing... images of Malik Uncle’s knowing eyes, Raj’s unsuspecting smile, and Vicky’s touch all swirling in a chaotic loop. I could barely sleep, my body exhausted, but my thoughts wouldn’t let me rest. What if Malik tells Raj? What if this is the end?
Somewhere in the early hours of the morning, I must have drifted off, but it wasn’t peaceful. My dreams were haunted by the truth I was desperately trying to hide. When the first light of dawn filtered through the curtains, I woke up feeling more tired than before. The panic still lingered, creeping in at the edges of my mind. I needed to keep busy, anything to distract myself from the suffocating weight pressing down on me.
I slipped out of bed as quietly as I could, careful not to wake Raj. My movements were automatic as I headed to the kitchen, filling the kettle and setting out the tea leaves. Focus on this, Niddhi, just for now. The sound of the water boiling was a small comfort, something familiar amidst the chaos that was threatening to consume me. I poured the tea into two cups, the steam rising in delicate spirals.
As I walked back to the bedroom, the smell of tea must have woken Raj. He sat up, his face relaxed, a small smile playing on his lips as he looked at me. “Morning, love,” he murmured, reaching out to touch my hand. His touch was warm, reassuring, but it only made the ache inside me grow deeper. How can he be so calm when everything is falling apart?
I forced a smile, though it felt like my face might crack under the strain. “Good morning,” I whispered, handing him his cup. My heart pounded in my chest as I sat beside him, watching him take a sip.
Raj looked at me closely, concern flickering in his eyes. “You okay? You look a bit off,” he said softly, his hand still resting on mine.
I swallowed, trying to keep my voice steady. “Just didn’t sleep well,” I lied. “I was worried about the storm last night.”
He nodded, accepting my excuse without question. “Thanks for the tea. It’s perfect, as always.” His smile was genuine, filled with the kind of love and trust that should have made me feel safe. Instead, it felt like a noose tightening around my neck.
I stared at him, my heart aching with guilt. How can I sit here like this, pretending everything’s fine? Pretending I’m still the wife he believes I am? Every sip he took was a painful reminder of the fragile balance I was trying to maintain, the secret I was so desperate to keep hidden.
“You’re welcome,” I whispered, my voice barely audible. Inside, I was screaming.
I watched him for a moment longer before standing up, my mind still spinning. I have to fix this. I can’t let Raj find out.
The morning dragged on painfully slow, every moment shadowed by the fear of Malik Uncle’s knowledge. I tried to act normal, to keep up the facade, but my hands shook as I moved around the house, tidying up, making breakfast, anything to keep myself from falling apart.
When Raj finally left for work, I allowed myself to exhale. My body sagged with relief, but the panic didn’t disappear... it was just waiting, lurking. I need to talk to Vicky. We had to figure this out, to be more careful. One more slip, and it could all come crashing down.
I grabbed my phone and quickly typed a message: “We need to talk. Malik Uncle knows.”
My hands trembled as I hit send. A few agonizing minutes passed before my phone buzzed with Vicky’s reply: “We’ll figure it out. Meet me at lunch break in office?”
I read his message again and again, hoping his calm words would somehow ease the fear gnawing at my insides. But they didn’t. How did everything spiral out of control so quickly? I wasn’t ready to lose Vicky, but I couldn’t bear the thought of Raj finding out.
The workday was a blur. I couldn’t concentrate. My thoughts kept drifting back to the cab ride, to Malik’s eyes in the rearview mirror, the unspoken threat hanging in the air. He knows. The words echoed in my mind, taunting me.
By the time lunch break came around, I was desperate to see Vicky. I found him in the break room, casually sipping coffee, but when his eyes met mine, I could see the concern etched in his features.
“Hey,” he said softly, his voice low as if he could sense the turmoil inside me. “You okay?”
I glanced around quickly, making sure we were alone before moving closer to him. “I’ve been on edge all day,” I admitted, my voice trembling. “I need to know what happened after I got out of the cab. Did Malik Uncle say anything?”
Vicky leaned back in his chair, running a hand through his hair, his face serious. For a moment, he reached out, a familiar gesture, his fingers just brushing mine before I instinctively pulled away, eyes darting around the room. I couldn’t risk it, not here, not now. He noticed my hesitation and gave me a small, apologetic smile before clearing his throat.
“No, he didn’t,” Vicky began, his voice measured, cautious. “After you left, there was this... tense silence. Then he just dropped me at my location.”
His words settled over me like a dark cloud, and I felt my heart sink, the dread coiling tighter in my chest. He knows. He definitely knows. The silence, the tension... it wasn’t a relief. It was worse. Much worse. Malik Uncle’s quiet acknowledgment felt more dangerous than any accusation. He could destroy everything.
“So… what do we do now?” I asked, my voice barely a whisper, the fear creeping into every syllable. What if there’s no way out?
Vicky sighed, his face showing signs of strain I hadn’t noticed before. “I don’t know, Niddhi... I can’t think of anything else right now.” His tone shifted, urgent. “I’m sorry, but I have to leave. Family emergency.” He hesitated, guilt flickering in his eyes. “We’ll figure it out later... keep me posted.”
I stood there, stunned, watching him rush off. Family emergency? Really, now? Anger flared up inside me... how could he just leave me hanging like this?.... but I saw the worry etched into his features as he hurried away. He hadn’t even told me what was happening. Should I be more understanding? Should I be mad? My emotions were in turmoil. I watched him disappear and felt the familiar knot of uncertainty tighten. What future is left for us? It felt like a ticking bomb, counting down to an inevitable disaster.
The days blurred together after that, Vicky and I exchanging only casual greetings, our connection strained and distant. I tried to pull away, to create some space between us, but I was still so in love with him. A week passed, then a month, and I found myself holding back, limiting our interactions to harmless hand-holding, friendly conversations. But every time he looked at me, every time our fingers brushed, the guilt gnawed at me, warring with the love I couldn’t shake. I knew I needed to end this. I needed to stop before it all came crashing down.
And yet... I didn’t want to lose him.
Vicky noticed, of course. He always noticed. Next day during lunch, his concern broke through. “Niddhi, are you okay?” His voice was soft, but there was an intensity behind it that made my heart skip.
I looked up from my food, forcing a small smile, though it felt as fragile as glass. “I’m fine, Vicky,” I lied, the words heavy on my tongue. “Just... trying to sort things out in my head.”
He reached across the table, his hand warm as it gently squeezed mine. “You know I’m here for you, right? As a friend.”
His words felt like a dagger, twisting inside me. Just as a friend? Is that what we are now? I squeezed his hand back, fighting the urge to spill everything right there. “I know,” I whispered. “I appreciate that.” But deep inside, I wasn’t sure anymore.
Even as I pulled away, distancing myself, I found my thoughts drifting toward Raj. What if he finds out? There was a strange, unsettling part of me that seemed almost ready for it. Why am I thinking like this? It’s as if I had already decided.... to be with Vicky, to leave Raj. I couldn’t bear the weight of hiding anymore. I’d nearly made up my mind to confess, to let everything unravel and see where it would lead. Let Raj find out. Let the chips fall where they may.
But before any of that, before I let my entire life crumble, I needed to talk to Rashmi.
That Saturday morning, after tossing and turning with sleepless thoughts, I finally dialed her number. I needed someone to talk to, someone who wouldn’t judge me, someone who could help me sort through this mess. Rashmi, ever the bold, open-minded friend, invited me to a cafe near my place, I reached there in no time, her presence a balm to my frayed nerves.
We sat together, the silence between us comfortable at first, but as soon as the words started spilling out of me, there was no stopping them. I told her everything.... about Vicky, about my growing love for him, the guilt, the fear, the thought of leaving Raj. And, of course, Malik Uncle.
Rashmi listened, her expression unreadable, her usual playfulness gone. When I finally finished, she sighed, her tone steady but firm. “Niddhi, you need to clear things with Vicky first. You need to know where he stands before you make any decisions. Don’t rush into anything.”
She was right. Of course, she was right. I nodded, feeling the weight of her advice sink in. I needed to know where Vicky’s heart really was. Only then could I decide what to do with mine.
A week had passed, and the anxiety gnawed at me every waking moment. Raj remained blissfully unaware, and Malik Uncle... he still held my secret like a noose, tightening ever so slowly around my neck. When will he tell Raj? When will everything come crashing down? The uncertainty was suffocating. But my thoughts kept circling back to Vicky. I have to confront him.
That day, I finally managed to get some time alone with him. The rain had just cleared, leaving the air thick with humidity, but inside me, a storm was brewing. Today, I’ll tell him everything. The confession I’d been holding inside was now on the tip of my tongue, burning to be set free. I love him. I had to know if he felt the same.
When I saw him, standing by the window in the office break room, my heart skipped a beat. But something was off. His usual warmth, the smile that used to melt me, was nowhere to be seen. Instead, there was a tension, an unease that made me falter for a second. What’s wrong?
I took a deep breath, feeling my heart pound in my chest. The words tumbled out before I could stop them. "Vicky," I whispered, stepping closer. "I love you. I don’t care about Malik, I don’t care if he tells Raj. We can face this together. I’m ready to leave everything for you." My voice was trembling, filled with hope, fear, and love all tangled together.
For a moment, he just stared at me. His expression was blank, unreadable. The silence between us stretched painfully long, and with each passing second, my heart sank deeper. Why isn’t he saying anything?
And then, he spoke. His voice was sharp, cold.... so different from the man I thought I knew. "I can’t love you, Niddhi. You’re an idiot to think this was love."
His words hit me like a punch to the gut. What...? My breath caught in my throat as his cruel words kept coming, each one slicing deeper.
"I’m married. My wife is pregnant," he continued, his tone laced with impatience. "I’ll be on leave from tomorrow. Why don’t you understand? You’re married too. You’re a fool to think you could leave your husband for me. It was never love... Don’t get attached. Stay within your limits."
It felt like the floor beneath me had crumbled away. Married? Pregnant? My mind struggled to process what he was saying. This can’t be real. I stood there, frozen, as the man I had risked everything for shattered every illusion I had built.
How could I have been so stupid? Tears welled up in my eyes, blurring my vision. His words replayed in my head, each one twisting the knife deeper into my heart. I had been living in a fantasy, convincing myself that what we had was real, that it meant something. But to him, it was nothing. I was nothing.
Vicky glanced at me one last time, his face unreadable, before walking away, leaving me standing alone in the empty office. The silence around me felt deafening. I’ve lost everything.
My legs felt weak, my body heavy with the weight of it all. I sank into the nearest chair, the tears I had been holding back finally spilling over. What have I done?
I sat there for what felt like hours, the emptiness of the office mirroring the void inside me. The reality of my situation crashed over me in waves. I had been so blind, so foolish. I had been ready to throw away my marriage, my life.... for what? For a man who never even cared.
I couldn’t bear the pain any longer. My fingers fumbled for my phone, and before I knew it, I was calling Rashmi. My voice trembled as I spoke, barely able to hold back the sobs. “Rashmi, please... I need you.”
She didn’t hesitate. Within minutes, she was at the office, her presence bringing a small measure of relief. I didn’t need to explain; one look at my tear-streaked face, and she knew. Without a word, she helped me to my feet, her arm around me as she led me out of the office and into the quiet of the night.
In the cab, the city lights blurred through the windows, but all I could see was Vicky’s face, hear his cruel words echoing in my mind. How did I let it come to this? The sobs I had been holding back came rushing out as I recounted everything to Rashmi, my voice choked with despair. She listened patiently, her hand squeezing mine, grounding me, reminding me I wasn’t completely alone.
When I finished, I looked at her, desperate for answers, for something... anything..... that could make sense of this mess. Rashmi sighed, her expression soft, yet serious.
"I knew Vicky was married," she said quietly. Her admission sent a fresh wave of shock through me. She knew? "But I wanted you to find out for yourself," she continued. "Now you see, Niddhi, this wasn’t love. It was just an illusion."
Her words stung, but deep down, I knew she was right. I had been so blind.
"You need to forget about Vicky and focus on the situation with Malik," Rashmi continued, her voice calm but firm. "For now, just be friends with him, and don’t let him blackmail or take advantage of you. We’ll figure something out."
I nodded, the ache in my chest still raw, but my mind a little clearer. I had been a fool, but I couldn’t afford to be weak anymore. I needed to be strong. I needed to put the pieces of my life back together, even if it meant facing the wreckage I had created.
The weight of everything that had happened still lingered heavily over me the next day. I sat with Rashmi after office hours, trying to keep my mind steady, but the knot in my stomach wouldn’t loosen. The conversation was inevitable, and I knew it. I had to come clean to Raj.
Rashmi, ever the pragmatic one, sipped her coffee and looked at me with concerned eyes. "You know, Niddhi," she began softly, "if Raj throws you out after you confess… you can stay with me. My door is always open."
Her words offered some comfort, but deep down, the fear of Raj rejecting me gnawed at my heart. He had seen me with Vicky before, he’d even caught that kiss. Maybe… just maybe, he could forgive me again. Could he? I wasn’t sure, but the thought gave me a sliver of hope.
As we were about to reach my place, I made a decision. I would write a third apology letter. But this one wouldn’t just be an apology. It would be my confession, laying bare everything that had happened. Raj deserved to know the truth, even if it shattered what we had. My heart ached at the thought, but I couldn’t keep running.
It was Saturday morning. Raj had left, and I sat at the dining table, pen in hand, but my mind was racing. How do you confess such a betrayal? How do you explain the pull of someone else’s touch, the thrill that came with the risk? I stared at the blank page, my thoughts jumbled. Every word I thought of felt wrong. I was still trying to piece together the right way to tell him everything when I heard the doorbell ring.
Malik uncle was standing at the door. The first time he visited since… the incident. A wave of nervousness washed over me. My heart pounded in my chest as I opened the door.
"Hi Niddhi," he said, his voice carrying that familiar calmness that unnerved me.
I swallowed hard. "Umm... hello uncle..." I replied, trying to mask the tremor in my voice.
"Is Raj home? I wanted to talk to him," Malik uncle continued, stepping inside as I motioned him into the living room.
My mind raced. Was he here to tell Raj? Would this be the moment everything fell apart? My mouth went dry, and I tried to maintain composure. "Please come inside, uncle. Do you want some tea?" I offered, hoping to buy myself some time.
"Yes, sure," he said, taking a seat on the sofa.
As I made the tea, my hands shook. What was I supposed to do? How could I convince him to keep quiet? Rashmi had warned me to be cautious, but now, with him here, calm and composed, I felt trapped. When I brought the tea to him, he motioned for me to sit beside him.
I sat down, but I kept my distance, my head lowered. The silence between us was thick with unspoken tension. My thoughts swirled.... what would he say next? What could I say? Finally, unable to take it anymore, I broke the silence.
"Malik uncle… please don’t tell anything to Raj," I whispered, my voice barely audible.
He sipped his tea, his face betraying no emotion. "Of course not, Niddhi. I wanted to meet Raj to arrange a party with him. It’s been so long since we sat together."
I blinked, confused. A party? Was that really why he was here? But I couldn’t drop the subject. My heart wouldn’t allow it. "Please, uncle… it was a mistake. I won’t ever do that again." My voice cracked as I spoke.
Malik uncle set the tea down and looked at me, his gaze steady, almost too calm. "What’s his name?" he asked, his tone casual, but the question hit me hard.
I hesitated. "It’s… Vicky. He’s just a colleague."
"Do you love him?" His question hung in the air like a blade over my head.
"No, of course not. It was just… a weakness of the moment. I promise, I’m staying away from him now. There’s nothing between us anymore." I tried to sound convincing, but my words felt hollow.
For a moment, there was only silence. Then, without warning, Malik uncle placed his hand on my thigh. I froze, every muscle in my body tensing.
"Don’t worry, Niddhi," he said softly. "I just want to be your friend, not your enemy. I understand how you must feel, but trust me."
His hand lingered a second too long before he finally withdrew it. Relief flooded through me, but the unease remained. My mind screamed to keep a distance, as Rashmi had advised, but part of me was unsure. He wasn’t trying to blackmail me, at least not yet. But his touch… the way he looked at me… it made my skin crawl and my heart race all at once.
We talked for a bit longer, though I barely registered the conversation. My thoughts were elsewhere, trying to figure out how to navigate this dangerous situation. Eventually, Malik uncle left, saying, 'I will come in the evening to meet Raj. Thanks for the tea, take care, Niddhi.' He went away, leaving me in more turmoil than before.
As soon as the door closed behind him, I called Rashmi. I told her everything... about Malik’s visit, his words, his touch. She listened quietly, then advised me to end things as soon as possible, to stop letting this drag on before Malik got the upper hand. "If he tries to meet you again," Rashmi said firmly, "tell him about your decision to confess to Raj. Don’t give him any leverage."
Later that evening, Malik uncle came to visit, claiming he was there to meet Raj... which was obviously a lie, since Raj usually comes home around 8, and Malik uncle showed up at my doorstep at 4 p.m. But that worked in my favor, as I had planned to speak to Malik uncle before Raj arrived. I informed him of my plan to confess everything to Raj.
The clock had barely struck four when Malik uncle arrived.... far earlier than Raj’s usual time. My heart skipped a beat as I opened the door, his familiar face greeting me with a soft smile, but there was something in his eyes… a glint that unsettled me. My pulse quickened. This was the moment I’d been dreading and anticipating.
“Niddhi, Raj isn’t home yet?” His voice was calm, almost too calm, and I could sense something lurking beneath... a quiet curiosity, a patience that made my nerves tingle.
“No, uncle. He’ll be back late,” I replied, trying to mask the unease in my voice as I motioned for him to sit. My throat was dry, the words felt like a burden. I poured him a glass of water, trying to stall, knowing that what I needed to say couldn’t be delayed forever.
He sat down, relaxed, as if this was just another casual visit. But for me, the air felt suffocating, thick with tension. I sat across from him, my palms moist, nervously fidgeting with the hem of my kurti. I had to tell him, if I didn’t, the weight of this guilt would crush me.
"Uncle... I need to tell you something," I blurted out, my voice shaky but determined. His eyes flickered with curiosity, though he didn’t seem surprised.
“What is it, Niddhi?” His tone was gentle, coaxing the truth out of me.
I swallowed hard, my mouth dry. “I’ve decided to tell Raj everything… about Vicky. I can’t keep it inside anymore.”
For a moment, the room fell silent. Malik uncle’s gaze sharpened, his eyes narrowing ever so slightly. The soft smile that had played on his lips moments ago vanished, replaced by something far more serious, even calculating. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest, each beat growing louder as the silence stretched.
“You don’t have to do that,” he finally said, his voice low and careful. “Raj doesn’t need to know, Niddhi. I won’t say anything. That’s not why I’m here.”
His words were like an unexpected lifeline, but they only made my guilt gnaw at me harder. I shook my head, refusing to brush off my conscience so easily. “No, uncle, I should. It’s the right thing to do. I’ve been dishonest… Raj deserves to know.”
Malik uncle leaned forward, his eyes unreadable. “Niddhi, some things are better left unsaid. What happened with Vicky is in the past. Raj doesn’t need to suffer for a mistake.”
His words made sense, but the guilt was relentless, eating away at me. “It wasn’t just one mistake,” I whispered, my voice trembling. “Raj already caught me once… chatting with Vicky. He forgave me. And then, the kiss. He found out about that too, and still, he forgave me. I just… I can’t live with this burden anymore. I’m writing him a letter, explaining everything.”
There. I’d said it. The confession hung in the air between us, raw and vulnerable. Malik uncle’s eyes darkened slightly as he processed my words, his fingers tapping lightly against the armrest as if weighing his next move.
“He forgave you twice?” His voice was soft, but there was something in it.... a cold edge that sent a shiver down my spine. I nodded, the weight of my own words pressing down on me.
“Yes.”
The tension in the room grew palpable. Malik uncle shifted slightly in his seat, leaning in closer. His expression remained calm, but his eyes held a new intensity. “You’re really going to tell him everything?” he asked, his voice smooth but tinged with something unsettling.
“Yes,” I said more firmly this time. “He deserves to know the truth. I love him, and I believe that if I’m honest, we can move past this.”
Malik uncle didn’t respond immediately. He just watched me, his eyes lingering on my face, studying me as if calculating my next move.
“Show me the letter,” he said suddenly, breaking the silence.
I blinked, caught off guard by the request. “Why?”
“I just want to help you, Niddhi. If you’re going to do this, you should do it right. Let me see what you’ve written. Maybe I can help you phrase it in a way Raj will understand.”
There was a part of me that wanted to trust him. Malik uncle had always been close to Raj, someone I could lean on. But there was something about his sudden interest in my letter that made me uneasy. Still, I reached for the folded paper on the table and handed it to him, feeling a knot tighten in my stomach.
As he read, I felt exposed... vulnerable in a way I hadn’t expected. Those words were my heart laid bare, my desperate attempt to make Raj understand. But now, under Malik uncle’s gaze, they felt different. He read in silence, his expression giving nothing away. The tension in the room grew with each passing second.
After what felt like an eternity, he looked up at me, folding the letter carefully and placing it back on the table. His eyes met mine, and there was something there, something dark and unreadable.
“Do you want to stay with Raj or leave him?” he asked, his voice deceptively casual.
“I want to stay with him,” I replied, my voice firm despite the confusion swirling inside me.
He nodded thoughtfully, suggesting some subtle changes to the letter. His pointers were smart, designed to tug at Raj’s heartstrings, to elicit sympathy and forgiveness and something I would have never though of writing. A part of me felt a twinge of doubt, but I pushed it aside, trusting his advice.
“Don’t worry, Niddhi,” Malik said with a reassuring smile. “We’ll talk more later. Just write what I suggested, and everything will be fine.”
I rewrote the letter as he advised, each word weighing heavily on me. This letter would be my final plea to Raj. I could only hope it would be enough.
Third Letter of Apology:
Dear Raj,
I don't even know where to start, because no matter how much I say, it can never erase the pain I’ve caused you. I’ve made mistakes that I deeply regret, and I’ve hurt the one person I love more than anyone else. I know this apology can’t undo the damage, but I need you to understand how much I hate myself for betraying your trust.
Raj, I let things go far beyond what I ever intended with Vicky. It wasn’t just flirting or kisses anymore. We… I crossed the line that I never should have. We slept together, and as ashamed as I am to admit it, I need to tell you the whole truth. I got swept up in the moment, caught in my weakness, and I let myself do something that goes against everything I should have valued in our relationship.
I know I have no excuse for what happened. It wasn’t about replacing you, Raj, or about finding something you couldn’t give me. It wasn’t because I didn’t love you or didn’t desire you. I was confused, I let my desires take over, and I made a terrible, selfish mistake. The thrill, the newness, the excitement—it was all a distraction from what really matters to me: you.
But now, looking back, all I can think about is how much I wish I could undo it, take back every single moment. I can’t stand the thought that I’ve put everything we’ve built together in danger because of something so temporary and meaningless. I’m terrified of losing you because of it. What happened with Vicky meant nothing compared to what you and I share, and I realize now that I was chasing something empty.
I deserve your anger. I deserve to be punished for what I did. And I’m ready for whatever you need to do to make things right between us. I need you to know that I belong to you, Raj—fully and completely. I’m yours to discipline, yours to control, because I know that deep down, I need you to take charge.
You’ve always been my strength, and I realize now how much I crave that power from you. I want you to show me how much I mean to you, even if it means you have to be rough with me. I don’t mind if you make me feel the pain of my mistakes, because I know I deserve it. In fact, I need to feel it from you. I want to be yours in every way, to feel your hands on me, your authority over me.
I love you, Raj. More than anything. And if it takes punishment, discipline, or even rough treatment from you to make things right, then I’m ready. I’m begging you not to give up on us. I’m ready to show you just how much I need you, how much I’m willing to submit to you.
Please don’t let this be the end of us. I can’t imagine my life without you, and I’m willing to do whatever it takes to prove that you’re the only one I belong to.
That night, my heart was pounding as I handed Raj the letter. The words I’d written were full of guilt, pain, and a desperate plea for forgiveness, but I didn’t know how he would react. He took the letter from my shaking hands, his expression unreadable. I sat at the edge of the bed, my chest tightening as I watched him read, his eyes moving across the page slowly, deliberately. My thoughts were racing—would this be the moment he finally forgave me? Or was this the end?
The silence in the room felt suffocating. He didn’t look at me, didn’t say a single word. After what felt like an eternity, Raj placed the letter on the bedside table, turned off the light, and lay down on the bed, his back to me. My heart sank. I lay beside him, staring at the ceiling, feeling the weight of my mistake settle heavily between us. Not a single word.
The next day was worse. We didn’t talk, didn’t even look at each other. Sunday dragged on painfully, every hour felt like a day. I couldn’t eat, couldn’t think of anything except Raj’s silence. It was eating me alive. I had hurt the man I loved more than anyone, and I felt like I was losing him more with each passing moment. I needed to do something—anything—to make him talk to me.
That night, I couldn’t take it anymore. Lying beside him in the dark, I felt his cold distance, the emptiness between us. I shifted closer to him, my hands trembling as I gently placed them on his shoulder. My heart raced as I tried to snuggle up against him, hoping, praying that he would feel my desperation. Tears welled up in my eyes, and before I knew it, I was sobbing quietly, the words spilling out between my sobs. "Raj, please... I’m so sorry... please forgive me."
He didn’t respond at first. I could feel the tension in his body, the anger still simmering just beneath the surface. But after what felt like an eternity, his hand slowly moved to my head, gently resting there. It was such a small gesture, but in that moment, it felt like the world to me.
“Are you going to work tomorrow?” he asked quietly, his voice strained.
I sniffled, wiping my tears away with the back of my hand. “I have to,” I whispered, my voice shaky.
Raj was silent for a moment, his hand still on my head. “You’ll meet him again there… how can I trust you?”
I felt my chest tighten at his words. "I won’t, Raj. I swear I’ll never see his face again. He’s not even going to be there… his wife is pregnant, and he’s on leave."
I could feel Raj tense up beside me. “His wife?” he asked, his voice filled with disbelief. “Vicky was married… and you still…”
I closed my eyes, the shame overwhelming me. “I’m sorry… it just happened, Raj. It meant nothing. I love you, please… punish me if you want, but don’t be like this. Please, don’t give me the silent treatment.”
He pulled his hand away from me, his voice cold. “I don’t know what to say. I need time. I want to stay away from you for now.”
My heart dropped, panic rising in my throat. “Please, Raj… don’t push me away. I won’t disturb you, I promise. Take your time, but don’t ask me to leave.”
He sighed deeply. “I’m not asking you to leave. But I need space. I need to think this through.”
I nodded quickly, trying to hold back the tears. “I understand… I’ll stay home. I’ll take a leave from work. But please, let’s talk this through.”
Raj turned over, his back to me once again. His voice was clipped, angry. “I said I don’t want to talk now. Good night.”
The finality in his tone left me feeling hollow. I lay there, crying silently into my pillow until exhaustion took over, and I drifted into a fitful sleep.
The next day, I called in sick and took a leave from work. I couldn’t bring myself to face anyone, especially not Vicky. I confided in Rashmi, telling her everything that had happened. She listened patiently, her voice calm and reassuring. "Stay calm, Niddhi. Give Raj time. He’s hurt, but he loves you. He’ll come around. Just wait for his decision."
Two long, agonizing days passed in silence. Then, finally, Raj spoke to me. It was a small step, but it felt like hope. He asked for tea and breakfast, and I rushed to the kitchen, eager to serve him, hoping for some sign that things might be getting better. After I handed him his tea, I couldn’t resist. I hugged him from behind, my face pressed against his back, whispering another apology.
He didn’t say much, just pulled away gently, saying, “I’m getting late for work,” before leaving the house. It wasn’t forgiveness, but at least it wasn’t silence.
That night, Raj finally addressed what had been lingering between us. As we lay in bed, he turned to me, his eyes serious. “You need to change departments or leave the job.”
I hesitated for a moment, then told him, “Vicky’s already in another department.”
Without hesitation, I grabbed my phone, my fingers trembling slightly as I blocked Vicky’s number in front of Raj. The silence in the room felt thick, almost unbearable, as if every breath was weighed down by the gravity of my actions. When I turned back to Raj, my heart was racing, unsure of what he was feeling, what he was thinking. Would this small gesture be enough? Could this erase even a fraction of the pain I had caused him?
I looked into his eyes, searching for some sign of softness, some glimmer of hope that things could go back to how they were. Slowly, tentatively, I leaned in, my lips brushing against his—barely a whisper of contact at first. I felt my pulse quicken, the familiar warmth of his lips sending a shiver through me. For a moment, I feared he wouldn’t kiss me back, that this connection between us had been severed completely. But then, his lips responded, moving against mine with a restrained tenderness that almost broke me.
It had been so long since we had kissed like this, with even the smallest hint of passion. His kiss was hesitant, cautious, but as I pressed closer, I could feel the tension in his body begin to ease. His hands found their way to my waist, gripping me firmly as the kiss deepened. There was an urgency in his touch, a hunger I hadn’t felt from him in what seemed like forever. My heart soared in that moment, believing that this was the turning point, that we were finally on the path to healing. He hadn’t said the words, but I could feel his forgiveness in the way he held me, in the way his lips moved against mine.
But then, just as quickly as the heat had built between us, it faded. We didn’t make love that night. Instead, Raj pulled me close, wrapping his arms around me, his body warm and comforting against mine. There was no passion, but there was warmth, a closeness I had been craving. As I lay there, nestled in his embrace, I let myself believe, if only for a moment, that everything would be okay. I closed my eyes, feeling the steady rise and fall of his chest, hoping that this was a sign that things would return to normal.
The next day passed much the same. Raj was distant, but not cold. We shared a few brief kisses, but nothing more. That night, I tried again. I kissed him, my hands trembling as I unhooked my bra, letting it slip down my arms, revealing my bare chest to him. I wanted him to want me again, needed him to make love to me, to erase the distance between us. But as my fingers grazed his skin, Raj pulled back.
“I’m sleepy,” he murmured, his voice gentle but firm. “Tomorrow is a big day, and I need to get up early.”
He kissed me softly on the forehead, whispering goodnight before turning over and closing his eyes. I was left sitting there, my bra still half undone, my heart sinking with disappointment. I told myself it was okay, that I needed to be patient. But as I lay there in the dark, staring at his back, I couldn’t help but wonder—had Raj really forgiven me? Or was this just another way to avoid facing what had happened between us?
The week dragged on, each day blending into the next. I busied myself with household chores, taking care of Raj with more attention than ever before. I did everything I could to make things easier for him, to show him that I was committed to making things right. But despite my efforts, the distance remained. We shared kisses, brief moments of affection, but every night I went to bed alone in a way that felt deeper than physical space.
Friday evening, Rashmi called. We hadn’t spoken much since everything happened, but I needed to talk to someone. I told her about the week, how Raj was still keeping his distance, how we hadn’t had sex yet but had kissed. I confessed my confusion, wondering if things would ever go back to the way they were.
Rashmi listened quietly before offering her advice. “Give him more time, Niddhi. He’s hurt, but he’s still with you. That’s a good sign. Don’t push him, and things will sort themselves out.”
We talked for a while, and just before hanging up, Rashmi asked me when I’d be going back to work. I hadn’t even thought about it, but her question stuck with me. That night, after dinner, I asked Raj if I could join the office again from Monday.
He looked at me, his expression neutral. “Of course, you should go. You shouldn’t have taken leave in the first place.”
I swallowed hard, my throat tight. “I’m sorry, Raj… again. I promise, I won’t see or talk to Vicky. Ever.”
Raj’s face softened slightly, though his eyes still held a trace of hurt. “I want to trust you, Niddhi… but it will take time.”
My heart ached at his words, but I nodded, trying to hold back the tears. “I understand,” I whispered, crawling into his arms, needing the comfort of his touch. He held me, his grip firm yet tender, and after a long pause, he kissed me. It wasn’t the same as before—there was still distance, but there was also hope.
“Don’t worry,” he murmured against my lips. “It’ll be okay. I don’t want to lose you either. But… I just need more time.”
I kissed him again, pulling him closer, trying to erase that last bit of space between us. My hands roamed over his body, my heart pounding with desire, but just as I thought he would finally give in, he pulled away again, his voice soft but final. “Not tonight.”
I nodded, trying not to let the disappointment show. I understood that he needed time, that he was still processing everything. But as I lay there, feeling his warmth yet still aching for more, I couldn’t help but wonder if we would ever truly be the same again. My heart ached with the uncertainty, but I told myself to be patient, to give him the time he needed.
And with that, I slowly drifted off to sleep, trying to quiet the doubts that lingered in my mind.
The next day, it was Saturday, and as Raj left for work, the house fell silent. I found myself standing in the living room, lost in thought, when the doorbell rang. My heart skipped a beat. I wasn’t expecting anyone. When I opened the door, there stood Malik uncle, his familiar face creased with concern.
“Niddhi dear, I was worried,” he said, stepping inside. “I just wanted to check on you, see if everything went fine.”
I was surprised by his visit but also grateful that someone cared enough to ask. "Oh, uncle... thank you for coming. I—" I paused, unsure how much I should reveal. My emotions were still raw, and Raj’s distance had left me feeling more vulnerable than ever. Without thinking, I found myself talking, my words tumbling out. "Things... they’re not exactly fine. Raj, he’s keeping his distance. It’s like he’s here, but not really.”
Malik nodded, his eyes watching me closely, almost too closely. His tone, usually light, suddenly grew more serious. “Can you answer something honestly, Niddhi?”
I felt a small knot of anxiety twist in my stomach. "Yes, uncle… what is it?"
“Do you think we can be friends?” His voice was calm, but the question caught me off guard.
“Umm… uncle, I don’t understand what you mean.” My mind raced, trying to grasp the intention behind his words.
He leaned forward slightly, his gaze steady, as if he was trying to reassure me. “I just want you to be free around me, Niddhi. It’s only possible if we’re friends. You see, Raj thinks of me as a friend, not as an uncle. That’s why we’re close. I’m not saying you need to party with me like he does, but if we’re friends, it’ll be easier for us to talk.”
I stared at him, confused. "But uncle… how can I be your friend?"
Malik’s smile was soft, almost coaxing. "I want to talk to you freely, help you, dear. Raj is a good man. I don’t want him to suffer, and I want to help you both build a stronger relationship.”
His words tugged at my heart. The idea of someone trying to help Raj and me seemed like a lifeline. Maybe Malik uncle could offer some perspective I hadn’t considered. “Thank you, uncle. This means a lot… I want that too. I love Raj, and I don’t want to lose him.”
“That’s why I’m here,” Malik said, his voice dripping with sincerity. “So, are we friends now?”
I hesitated for a second before nodding, "Umm... yes, we can be friends."
He extended his hand with a grin. "Come on, let's shake hands. That’s how the younger ones greet their friends, right?"
I smiled despite the strange tension I felt and shook his hand, his grip firm and lingering a moment longer than necessary.
“Okay, so now I’m your friend,” Malik continued, his tone light but deliberate. “If there’s anything you want to ask, anything you need help with, just let me know. I’m far more experienced than you, even Raj. I’ve given him advice many times before. I can help."
I nodded again, grateful yet a little unsure. "I just want Raj to forgive me, uncle. I want everything to go back to normal."
Malik’s eyes darkened slightly. "You said you’re having doubts about whether he’s really forgiven you, right?"
"Yes…," I admitted, feeling the weight of my worries rise to the surface again.
"So, did you two… get romantic together?” His question was blunt, almost too direct for comfort.
"Yes," I replied without thinking, still caught in the flow of conversation, but the question startled me. Why would he ask that?
Malik nodded approvingly. "That’s good then, right? So what’s the doubt? Everything seems to be going fine."
I bit my lip, unsure how much I should share. "Not everything is back to normal… some things are still… missing."
I didn’t even need to finish my sentence before Malik’s next question landed like a blow. “Did you two have sex?”
My heart skipped a beat, and suddenly I felt a wave of discomfort wash over me. Why was he asking me this? "Uncle... I’m not comfortable with this kind of conversation."
“Arre, Niddhi, aren’t we friends now? It’s okay. We’re adults. You’re married. There’s nothing wrong with talking about it. I’m just asking to help, so I can give you advice. Trust me,” he said, his tone as smooth as ever, but something about it felt off.
“We didn’t,” I finally admitted, my voice quieter now.
“Hmmm,” he murmured, as if deep in thought. “Then you should be worried.”
I stared at him, confused and suddenly more anxious than before. "What? Really? How do I get past this, uncle? I’m worried. Raj kissed me… I thought that meant we were making progress, that he’d forgiven me.”
Malik nodded again, this time more thoughtfully. “Oh, so you guys kissed… that’s a relief.”
"Yes," I said, hoping for some reassurance. "Does that mean we’re making progress? Should I give him more time?"
“Well,” Malik said, his eyes locking onto mine, "I know Raj, but I don’t know you that well, Niddhi. If I’m going to give you proper advice, I need to get to know you better. I can’t tell you what will work if I don’t know what you’re good at or what you can do. That’s why we need to open up with each other more.”
I blinked, feeling the shift in the conversation. "Uncle, I really don’t understand, and it’s not comfortable talking to you about all this."
Malik leaned back slightly, his expression softening. “I understand, Niddhi. All I can say is give it time. I wish everything goes back to normal soon. If not, you’ll have to figure things out. I’m here to help if you need me, but you can talk to anyone you’re more comfortable with. Do you have anyone?”
I nodded. "I have a friend… she knows everything about this."
Malik smiled, but there was something in his eyes that made me uneasy. “Remember, Niddhi, I know Raj better than your friend. But it’s your choice. Here’s my number. Call me if you ever think of me as a friend. We’ll talk then.”
As Malik uncle left, I stood there, feeling a strange mix of confusion and relief. He seemed genuine, but something about our conversation unsettled me. I knew he wanted to help, but was his advice really what I needed? Or was I just too desperate for answers?
Later that evening, I called Rashmi. I told her everything—about Raj’s distance, about Malik uncle’s visit, and about my growing confusion. Her advice was bold, far bolder than I had expected. She told me that men could be easily swayed if you knew how. She suggested I take control in bed, to be more assertive. Her words left me feeling more conflicted than before. I had never been the one to take the lead like that.
That night, as I lay next to Raj, I tried to muster the courage to do what Rashmi had suggested. But I couldn’t. The thought of being someone else, of trying to seduce him in a way that felt foreign to me—it made me feel so shy and embarassed, like I was pretending to be someone I wasn’t. In the end, I couldn’t bring myself to do it. All we shared that night was a kiss, a sensual embrace, but nothing more.
A week had passed, and the distance between Raj and me was still there. A few kisses, some cuddling... and that was it. It wasn't enough. I was starting to get worried about Raj’s behavior, and the more I thought about it, the more anxious I became. I needed a solution, but how could I explain to him what I was going through? The frustration of it all was building up inside me every day. Restlessness, upset, a mix of emotions that wouldn’t leave me alone. It wasn’t just that Raj wasn’t satisfying me—it was the thought that he didn’t even seem interested in sex anymore. I started to feel like a tainted object, something he didn’t want to touch.
But then, on Friday evening, everything shifted.
I came home, and to my surprise, I saw Malik uncle sitting on the sofa. Raj had come home early and was chatting with him, drinks in their hands. I greeted Malik uncle with a brief smile, but I felt awkward. I wasn’t sure how to behave. Without another word, I slipped into the bedroom, heading straight to the washroom. Normally, I’d change into my nighty as soon as I got home, but tonight felt different. Someone else was in the house. My mind was a blank as I freshened up and sat on the edge of the bed, unsure of what to do next. Should I go to the kitchen, start preparing dinner?
Just as I was lost in thought, Raj called out, saying they had already ordered dinner, and I could eat if I wanted. They’d finish their drinks later.
After scrolling mindlessly on my phone for a few minutes, I finally went to the kitchen. It felt like their conversation had stopped the moment I entered the living room, but I ignored it, pretending not to notice. I took my dinner and quietly returned to the bedroom. I was tired, but I wasn’t worried. Malik uncle wouldn’t tell Raj about the incident, and anyway, Raj already knew about my affair with Vicky. I wasn’t afraid anymore. After finishing my dinner, I changed into my nighty and lay down, scrolling through my phone, trying to distract myself.
An hour passed, and I felt my eyes getting heavy. I turned off the light and slipped into sleep.
I don’t know what time it was when I woke up. But I felt something... a touch. As I opened my eyes, I saw Raj, completely naked, his face nestled between my legs. He was drunk, his breath warm against my skin, and his lips... oh god, his lips were caressing my inner thighs. Gentle, teasing touches that sent shivers up my spine. I felt a rush of warmth between my legs as he slowly removed my panties.
This... this was new. I’d never seen him like this, never felt him like this before. He was trying something different, something I hadn’t expected. Was it because he was drunk? I didn’t care. All I could think was how good it felt. His fingers brushed over my pussy, then his lips and tongue followed, exploring every inch of my sensitive skin.
“Ohh... Raj...” I moaned softly, my body trembling under his touch.
He looked up, his voice husky. “You really like it?”
I gasped, barely able to form words. “God... yess...”
And he continued. The sensation of his tongue moving over me, of him devouring me, was driving me wild. Just the thought of him being down there, between my legs, was enough to make my head spin. I’d never imagined Raj would do something like this, yet here he was, his drunk state making him bolder, wilder.
I tangled my fingers in his hair, pushing my hips toward him, desperate for more. His mouth, his tongue, his touch... it was almost too much. And yet, I wanted more.
Finally, he moved on top of me, his body pressing against mine, and without hesitation, he thrust himself inside me. The first penetration was deep, raw, and I couldn’t help but cry out in pleasure.
“Aaaaaahhhh!” I moaned, my body arching beneath him. I missed this. I missed him.
He was inside me, moving faster now, his thrusts becoming harder, more intense. I held him close, feeling his breath on my skin, his lips against my neck.
“I love you, Raj,” I whispered, my voice trembling.
He kissed me, whispering back, “Love you too,” before quickening his pace.
His movements became erratic, wild, and I could feel the tension building inside me, ready to explode.
Finally, with one last powerful thrust, he came, his body trembling as he released inside me. I held onto him tightly, my heart racing.
It was incredible. Even though I still longed for the excitement Vicky had given me, I couldn’t deny that this moment with Raj was special. He had forgiven me, and in that moment, I felt like we were connected again.
We fell asleep in each other's arms, the silence of the night wrapping around us.
The next morning, I woke up feeling surprisingly good. The warmth of the sunlight spilling through the window added to my sense of contentment. I got up, prepared tea for Raj, and soon, we were in each other's arms, sipping our morning tea together. The moment was soft, intimate, and romantic. It felt like everything was falling into place, and for a while, I let myself soak in that joy.
It was Saturday, my day off, but Raj had to go to the office. A pang of sadness hit me—I had hoped we could spend more time together. I wanted to talk about the surprise he gave me last night, to tell him how wonderful it was. My first time... it was beyond what I imagined. I couldn’t help but think about how much I wanted to return that gesture, to love him the same way he did. I found myself curious, wondering if I could give him the same pleasure, if I could replicate the thrill that I had felt with Vicky. A part of me questioned whether Raj would enjoy it as much. My mind drifted, and I smiled at the thought, lost in the memory of last night.
I was still lying in bed, daydreaming, when the sound of the shower snapped me back to reality. Raj was finishing up, and I suddenly remembered I needed to prepare his breakfast and tiffin. I rushed to the kitchen, my heart light with happiness, feeling like everything was perfect again.
After Raj left, I stayed in my nightgown, basking in the afterglow of how things were falling back into place. I thought of sharing my happiness with Rashmi—she would be thrilled to hear about it. But I stopped myself. I didn’t know why, but I felt overwhelmed by everything. The relief of saving my marriage, the way Raj had forgiven me—it was all a lot to take in. I felt like a weight had been lifted.
Later, I took a shower, letting the warm water wash away any lingering tension. I put on a nice saree, hoping Raj would be happy to see me dressed up when he returned. For the first time in a long while, I felt deeply in love with my husband. The air around me seemed to sparkle with joy, and I couldn’t help but feel like everything was falling into place.
After lunch, I was thinking of watching TV when there was a knock at the door. To my surprise, it was Malik uncle. His visits had become more frequent since that incident, and though I found it odd, I didn’t think much of it. I invited him in and offered to make tea.
As I prepared tea in the kitchen, I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was different today. Uncle sat comfortably in the living room, smiling as I brought two cups of tea. I sat beside him, sipping mine happily, but I couldn’t ignore the nagging curiosity at the back of my mind. What was Malik uncle doing here? His expression seemed different today—there was something in his smile that unsettled me.
"You look happy today, Niddhi," Malik uncle commented, breaking the silence.
"Umm... yes, uncle. It’s a nice day," I replied, trying to brush off my unease.
"Good! That means my advice to Raj was followed through." His words left me confused. What advice? Was he the one who had helped us last night? Out of curiosity, I couldn’t stop myself from asking, "Uncle, did you talk to Raj?"
"Yes, I couldn’t bear to see the pain in your eyes, Niddhi. I want you both to be happy, so I had a talk with him," he said, a warm smile on his face.
"Thank you so much, uncle... that means a lot," I responded, grateful but also a bit thrown off by how involved he had become.
"I did what I could. I hope you didn’t mind me interfering in your personal life."
"Of course not. You’ve been really helpful. I can’t thank you enough," I said sincerely, but his next words shocked me.
"That’s all talk. I don’t believe you, Niddhi. You don’t really see me as a friend, do you?"
His words caught me off guard. I didn’t expect such directness from him. Was he being sarcastic? "Malik uncle, I do appreciate your gesture. And you are my friend."
"So, can I be 100% sure that we’re good friends now?" he asked, his gaze holding mine.
"Yes, uncle. We are."
"Then, as friends, we can talk freely, without any filters, right?" There was something in his tone that made me hesitate.
"I guess so... but what exactly do you mean?" I asked cautiously.
"I mean, Raj and I talk freely. We don’t hold back. We’ve been close for a long time. I was hoping we could be close like that too."
His words sent a shiver down my spine. Close like that? I didn’t know how to respond. "Umm, yes... I think," I managed, unsure of where this conversation was heading.
"So, was there something different last night? Something you never expected?" Malik uncle leaned in slightly, his tone casual, My heart skipped a beat. Was he talking about last night? Was that his advice to Raj? Did they talk about such personal things? I felt conflicted, unsure whether to ask directly or let it slide. But before I could decide, he continued, "Don’t worry, Niddhi. It’s okay if you don’t want to talk about it. I understand."
"Yes, uncle... I’m not comfortable... it just feels wrong," I replied, a knot tightening in my stomach. The conversation was getting too personal, too fast.
Malik leaned forward, his tone more assertive. "I understand if you're shy... but I wouldn’t say it's wrong. Don’t you think we’re past right or wrong now?"
I hesitated, glancing at him. "I guess... but still, uncle... Raj wouldn’t like it if we had this kind of conversation."
He raised an eyebrow, a faint smirk playing on his lips. "Are you going to tell him we’re talking about this?"
"No, no... of course not," I quickly responded, feeling a mix of guilt and confusion.
"Exactly. Even I wouldn’t share all this with him. Don’t worry, it will be our little secret..." Malik’s voice dropped into a more intimate tone. "And Niddhi, this is just the beginning. I want to help you and Raj... he’s naive, and I think you both need my guidance. But I can’t guide him properly until I know what you like, what you need."
His words sent a strange shiver down my spine. I felt trapped in a maze of conflicting emotions. "It would be really nice of you, Malik uncle... I really love Raj. I can’t lose him," I whispered, almost pleading.
"And that’s exactly why I’m helping you, Niddhi. If I had any doubts that you weren’t good for Raj, I wouldn’t even look at you, you know?" His eyes bore into mine, his words sharp, but with an odd tenderness.
I swallowed hard. "I don’t know what to say..."
Malik softened his tone again. "Sorry if I was harsh, but that’s the truth. I hope you understand."
"Yes, uncle... I do," I murmured, my mind racing.
"So... did you really like it? Was my suggestion helpful?"
I blushed, feeling warmth creep up my neck. I couldn’t bring myself to speak, so I just nodded, my face betraying my embarrassment.
"That’s a good start," he said, leaning back with a satisfied look. "By the way... did Raj do better than the others you've been with, or was it just okay?"
I blinked, startled. "It was my first time, uncle," I admitted quietly, my voice barely audible.
Malik’s eyes widened slightly, and he smiled. "Wow... that’s wonderful, Niddhi. I can’t even imagine how special it must have been for you."
I let out a nervous laugh. "Yeah... it was."
"So... Sohail never tried?" Malik’s sudden question made my heart skip a beat.
How does he know about Sohail? Did Raj tell him everything? My mind spiraled into panic.
"Uncle... did Raj tell you everything?" I asked cautiously, my voice trembling.
"He was very upset, Niddhi. I had to make him talk somehow. But I assured him that you only love him, and whatever happened could be fixed if he wanted to. That’s how I was able to suggest some things... to help both of you."
Relief and unease washed over me in waves. "I don’t know how to thank you enough, uncle... you’ve been so helpful."
He smiled warmly, his eyes lingering on my face. He shifted slightly, brushing his hand gently across my cheek.
Malik - "This beautiful face of yours, Niddhi... I never want to see sadness on it. Don’t thank me; I’m just glad I can help. And remember, this is only the first step. It will take time and effort from both of you to make your relationship strong. You want that, right?"
I blushed again at his compliment. But that touch lingered in my mind. Thank God he pulled away before it startled me. He had touched me before, but this time, it was on my face—something I never expected. Yet, why did it feel good to hear this from him? I shouldn’t be feeling this way, but... he’s such a kind man. I should trust him.
"Yes, uncle... I want Raj to forget everything I’ve done."
Malik’s gaze softened. "It’s not just about Raj, Niddhi. It’s about your happiness too. You can only make Raj happy if you’re satisfied as well."
His words struck something deep inside me. "That’s true, uncle... but right now, all I care about is making Raj happy. I don’t matter."
"Oh, Niddhi... you’re so thoughtful. I appreciate that. By the way, you’re looking so beautiful today... did Raj compliment you?"
"Actually, it was Saturday, so I took a shower after he left," I admitted, feeling a little embarrassed.
Malik grinned. "Did you send him a selfie?"
I shook my head. "No, I didn’t."
"Have you ever sent one before?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.
"I think so... but it’s not something we do regularly."
He sighed, his expression thoughtful. "See, these are the small things you should focus on. Come on, take a nice smiling selfie and send it to him... then wait for his reaction."
I hesitated for a moment, but something about his suggestion felt... right. Without thinking too much, I took a selfie and sent it to Raj.
His reply was almost immediate.
Raj: "You’re looking beautiful, Niddhi..."
I smiled, feeling a little warmth spread through me as I chatted with Raj while Malik uncle stepped into the washroom. But soon, Raj got busy again.
"Uncle, you were right... I didn’t even think about it," I admitted when he returned.
Malik chuckled softly. "Look, Niddhi... I’m sure you’ve sent selfies to Vicky before, right? You should do the same for your husband. He deserves it more than any other man, don’t you think?"
Shame washed over me, and I felt a sinking guilt. He was right. "I understand, uncle... I will, from now on."
"I thought your friend Rashmi would have helped you with your situation, but when I spoke to Raj, I realized he was still distant. That’s why I had to step in," he explained.
"I couldn’t do what Rashmi advised... it was too bold, so I ignored it," I admitted, feeling embarrassed again.
Malik shook his head, his tone now serious. "That’s exactly why I want to know more about you, Niddhi. Only then can I help you. So... do you promise to be more open with me from now on?"
He held out his hand, waiting for me to make the promise. His words were comforting, and everything made sense. Without thinking much, I placed my hand in his, making the promise.
In that moment, I realized Malik uncle wasn’t just an acquaintance—he was someone I could trust, someone who understood me. And somehow, that made me feel... safe.
It felt so good to have a nice conversation with Malik uncle. His words echoed in my mind as I dozed off, feeling lighter, almost as if I had unburdened myself. In the evening, I prepared dinner, eagerly waiting for Raj to come home. I smiled as he walked in, and we shared a pleasant conversation over dinner. Later that night, things turned romantic. He kissed me down there again, just like the other night. But something was different. His touch wasn’t as sensual; it felt more mechanical, like he was trying but not fully present. Maybe last night, the alcohol had made him more relaxed, more passionate.
Still, I appreciated the effort. At least he was trying, right? After a while, I pulled him on top of me, feeling his slow, steady thrusts.
It wasn’t mind-blowing, but it felt good, intimate. Eventually, we fell asleep in each other's arms, and that comfort was enough for me.
The next day was Sunday. We went to the movies, had dinner outside, and then made love again. He was trying harder, I could tell. Though I never reached the peak, I was still happy that he was making an effort for me, for us. His thrusts lasted longer, and I was almost there, on the edge, but once again, I was left unfinished. I didn’t let it bother me. Instead, I cuddled up to him, holding his face, and we exchanged words of love before drifting off to sleep.
Weeks passed like this, with Raj and I falling into a new rhythm. He was making an effort, and I was just happy to see him trying. I wanted to keep him happy, and in return, I focused on making sure everything was perfect for him. The house was spotless, his favorite meals prepared, everything in its place before he left for work. This was my life now, and I had accepted it. I was foolish to ever fall for someone else. Raj was my everything. I’d never hurt him again. And so, a month passed by, with me completely devoted to him.
Then one day, I saw Vicky again. After what felt like forever, our eyes met at the office. I immediately looked away, forcing a blank expression, but my heart betrayed me, racing at the sight of him. He still looked as handsome as ever, still had that irresistible charm. But no—I didn’t want to even acknowledge him. I was angry at myself for ever falling for someone else. How could I have been so naive, so foolish? But no matter how hard I tried to deny it, the thrill, the satisfaction I had with Vicky, was something I still craved, something missing in my marriage.
But I pushed those thoughts aside. Raj was trying, and with Malik uncle’s guidance, I knew things would improve. I didn’t need to pay any attention to Vicky. I had to forget him entirely. And so, I buried myself in my usual routine—office, work, then back to Raj’s arms at night.
A few days later, something bizarre happened. I was working late on some files, determined to finish. Everyone else had left, and I messaged Raj, letting him know I’d be late. Half an hour later, I packed up, finished my assignment, and left the office. As I hurried through the parking lot, my mind focused on catching the bus, something drew my attention. Vicky’s usual parking spot. Against my better judgment, I glanced in that direction, and there he was... with a girl in his arms.
What the fuck? My heart tightened as I saw them locked in a passionate kiss.
I wanted to ignore it, to just walk away, but curiosity got the better of me. I moved closer, watching as he kissed her, completely lost in the moment. I was about to leave when they finally broke apart, and my stomach dropped.
Rashmi!
Rashmi was caressing his face, her eyes soft as they lingered on him. A punch of betrayal hit me hard. First Vicky had betrayed me, and now my friend? My confidant, Rashmi? I knew she had her eye on him, but I never imagined she’d go this far. I felt sick.
"Rashmi?" I almost yelled, the word bursting out of me before I could stop it.
She turned, her eyes widening when she saw me, and she quickly rushed toward me.
"Niddhi… You—"
"I can’t believe you’d do this to me!" I spat, the words coming out like venom.
"It’s nothing, Niddhi… Ashok is out of town, and it just… happened."
Vicky approached slowly, but I refused to even look at him.
"Niddhi… I’m so sorry, I—"
"I don’t want to hear anything from you." I cut him off, my voice cold. "It’s not like I own you. I don’t care about you. I’m talking to Rashmi. Please, just go. Oh, wait… I should go. You two… continue."
I turned to leave, but Rashmi grabbed my hand.
"Niddhi, wait! I know I hurt you, and this was wrong, but listen to me…"
"What?" I snapped, turning to face her, my eyes burning with anger.
"Vicky, you can go. I’ll drop Niddhi."
"I’ll catch the bus. Bye," I muttered, starting to walk away.
"Wait… I’m coming with you."
We walked toward the bus stand in silence, my mind a mess of emotions—anger, jealousy, confusion. Why was I so furious? So jealous? It wasn’t like I had any authority over them… over him. But still, the sight of them together twisted something deep inside me, something I couldn’t quite understand.
As I sat in the cab next to Rashmi, her words still echoed in my mind, and I couldn’t shake off the uneasy feeling.
"I was so excited to tell you about this... you know... I would have guaranteed it," Rashmi started, her tone playful, almost casual, as if the situation wasn’t as absurd as it felt to me. "But I understand, you finding out like this... it must be really hurtful."
I sighed, feeling the weight of confusion pressing down on me. "I’m not hurt, Rashmi... I don’t even know what I’m feeling. This is just... so..." My voice trailed off, unsure of how to complete that thought.
Rashmi leaned closer, her voice soft, “Relax, tell me... do you still love him?"
Her question caught me off guard, and I quickly shook my head. “Of course not! I’m sure I don’t love him. I would never... I’m happy with Raj. I won’t make that mistake again."
She gave me a small smile, “And I’m happy for you. Don’t take all this to heart, okay?”
We continued talking as we boarded the cab, the conversation awkward but somehow grounding. There was an odd comfort in talking to her, even though everything about this felt twisted.
"So, you and Vicky... it’s already...?" I asked, though I wasn’t sure why I cared.
Rashmi smiled, almost proud, “Ashok will be back in a few weeks. I am meeting Vicky for the first time on Saturday. But listen, if you mind, I’ll stay away."
I shook my head, feeling a mix of indifference and something more that I didn’t want to acknowledge. “Who am I to stop you or him? I don’t care.”
Rashmi laughed lightly, “I so crave him, Niddhi. I want to enjoy before Ashok comes back, but I don’t want to hurt you.”
“I really don’t care, Rashmi... can we please stop talking about him now?” My voice had a sharp edge to it, but I couldn’t help it.
“If you say so...” She paused and then looked at me, her expression softening. “But are we still friends?”
I smiled, despite the mess I was feeling inside. “Yes, Rashmi. I wouldn’t let some guy break our friendship.”
“You’re a sweetheart, babe. Thank you... But hey, this stays between us, okay? Ashok might not mind, but why risk it, right?”
I nodded. “I never saw anything, and I don’t want to know anything.”
Rashmi chuckled. “Cool down now, okay?”
“Okay...” I muttered, trying to force the tension out of my chest.
Then she dropped the bombshell, her voice casual but her words shocking. “Well, if you want... we can enjoy him together. I wouldn’t mind.”
What? I stared at her, completely taken aback. I knew she was bold, but this... this was something else. My mind reeled with the implications.
“Rashmi, you are... just... leave it,” I stammered, trying to push away the strange mix of emotions swirling in my head.
She laughed softly, “I know, I’m a slut, aren’t I?”
“That’s not what I meant,” I said, but there was no denying the awkwardness between us now.
“Come on, Niddhi, you know me. It’s okay. I know you don’t judge me, and that’s why you’re my bestie,” she said, pulling me into a hug. I hugged her back, trying to calm the storm inside me, but her suggestion still lingered in my mind.
After a pause, curiosity got the better of me. “Rashmi... have you done this kind of thing before?”
She tilted her head, smiling mischievously. “What, a threesome?”
“Threesome?” I repeated, the word foreign on my tongue.
“Yeah, three people together... it’s called a threesome.”
“Hmmm...” I didn’t know what else to say.
“Well, I’ve never tried it, but I want to. I was just joking earlier, but if you want to give it a shot, I’d love that,” she said with a wink.
“Never! I don’t want to have anything to do with Vicky anymore. I hate him,” I said firmly, but even as I said the words, they felt hollow.
Rashmi shrugged, her tone becoming more serious. “See, Niddhi, hating him or loving him doesn’t make a difference. You need to forget about love and hate. What matters is that you want Raj in your life, right?”
“Yeah...”
“Then that’s all that matters. Loving or hating anyone else is out of the picture. Forget that you ever loved or hated Vicky. It’s about pleasure, not love. Not every guy you sleep with is about love... sometimes it’s just about enjoying the moment.”
I hesitated, but I could see the logic in what she was saying. “I think I’m starting to get what you mean.”
Rashmi smiled warmly. “I’m glad you understand. Don’t overthink it. Just be happy. If Raj is making you happy, nothing else matters.”
“Yeah... you’re right,” I nodded, feeling a strange sense of clarity.
As we talked more, everything seemed to click into place. I finally understood what it was between Vicky and me. It wasn’t love. It was something else entirely, something I had never allowed myself to recognize before. Rashmi’s words made sense. Casual, fleeting... it was about pleasure, not attachment.
By the time I stepped out of the cab, my mind was clear. I knew what I wanted now. All I could think about was getting home to Raj, to love him like I never had before. To give us a chance to reignite the passion we once had. I was hopeful, eager to feel his touch, to let him fulfill the desires I now fully understood.
Raj was my everything, and tonight, I would make sure he knew it. We would find our way back to each other, no matter what. And as for Vicky... he was nothing more than a memory I was ready to leave behind.
The night with Raj had been romantic, as always, but there was something missing. I couldn’t put my finger on it, but I felt unsatisfied. As much as I loved him, I longed for him to take control, to pleasure me in ways that made me crave him. I wanted to feel the same intensity, the same thrilling sensations I’d experienced with Vicky. But instead, it was mundane. Raj had learned a new trick, but after a while, even that wasn’t enough. He was trying, but how could I explain to him what I truly wanted? Should I ask him to do more? No, I couldn’t. How could I request something like that? What would my husband think of me? I had already cheated on him, and now this?
I had hinted in the letter, but it didn’t seem to change much. I was still lost in my thoughts when Raj dozed off beside me.
A week passed, and by Saturday, I found myself more restless than ever. In a moment of desperation, I picked up my phone and dialed Malik uncle’s number. He was the only one I could talk to about this—someone who could guide Raj, or me, without me having to ask directly. Malik uncle had become a part of our intimate life, but how far should I involve him?
I called uncle, The phone ringing.
“Hello?” I said hesitantly.
“Niddhi! I’m so happy you called,” came Malik uncle’s cheerful voice. “How are you?”
“I’m good, uncle. How have you been?”
“I’ve been busy, out of town. I got back last week. What’s new?”
“Nothing much, uncle. Just called to say hi.”
“I was waiting for your call, you know.”
“Really?” I asked, surprised.
“Yes, I would have called you, but I didn’t want to intrude. I thought you’d call when you were ready.”
“You can call me anytime, uncle,” I reassured him.
“Then I will... from now on.”
“Okay, uncle. Bye—”
“Wait,” he interrupted. “Wanna meet?”
“Now?”
“Yes, I could stop by. I was craving your tea,” he said with a light chuckle.
I smiled. “Sure, uncle. I’ll make it.”
“I’ll be there in 20 minutes.”
I hung up, feeling a strange mix of anticipation and anxiety. As I prepared the tea, Malik uncle arrived, and we sat together, sipping in comfortable silence. But I could sense there was something more to this visit.
“So, Niddhi, are you ready for new suggestions?” he asked, his eyes gleaming with curiosity.
“I’m… not sure,” I replied hesitantly.
“Don’t be shy. I want to know more about you first. Are you ready to share?”
I nodded. He leaned in, his tone becoming more serious. “Tell me about Sohail.”
I told him everything—how I once thought Sohail was committed, how he used to treat me when I talked to other guys, how sometimes he could be rough with me.
Malik uncle listened intently, the silence stretching between us after I finished. Then he broke it with a question I didn’t expect.
“Niddhi, did Sohail ever treat you roughly during sex?”
I felt no discomfort at his question; it had become natural to talk openly with him. “Yes, uncle,” I answered simply.
He leaned closer. “Rough as in… did he ever spank you or choke you? Was it out of anger or… playfulness?”
I had never thought of it that way before. Yes, Sohail had slapped me, sometimes painfully, but I always thought it was punishment for something I did wrong. I never considered it playful.
“Uncle, I don’t understand,” I said, confused. “It happened when I was being punished.”
He sighed, almost sympathetically. “I’m sorry to hear that, Niddhi. I thought you might have enjoyed it.”
His words made me pause. I hadn’t considered that possibility before. Did I enjoy it? I wasn’t sure, but the idea stirred something in me. I looked down, playing with my hair.
“I think… I like it when a man takes control. When someone tells me what to do, I feel… excited,” I admitted softly.
Malik uncle’s eyes lit up with satisfaction. “I’ve noticed that in you. Don’t be ashamed of it. Embrace it, and it’ll bring you more pleasure.”
“Is it that obvious?” I asked, embarrassed.
“Not entirely, but I have a gift for sensing these things,” he smiled. “It’s why I suggested what I did in the letter.”
“I’m still confused, uncle. Why did you suggest all that? Nothing really changed.”
“To be honest, I expected Raj to act on it. Like… to punish you. Would you have liked that?”
I bit my lip, the thought of Raj punishing me sending an unexpected thrill through my body. “I think so.”
“And if he had spanked you during makeup sex… would you have liked it?”
I felt a rush of heat at the suggestion, the image flashing in my mind. I looked down, shy, as the excitement built within me. “I don’t know… maybe.”
He leaned in even closer, his voice a low, intimate murmur. “Why don’t you try something new with Raj? I could suggest a few things that might make him more dominant.”
I hesitated. Raj was gentle, loving, but not the kind of man to take control in the way I now craved. But the idea intrigued me. Slowly, I nodded.
“Are you sure?” Malik uncle pressed.
“I’d like to try,” I whispered, my heart racing.
He studied me for a moment, then said, “Let’s test it. See if you’d really enjoy it.”
“How?” I asked, curious and nervous.
“It might hurt a little, but I think you can handle it. Want to give it a try?”
I felt my pulse quicken. “Okay,” I agreed, unsure but eager to explore.
He grinned, leaning back. “Good. Now, imagine you forgot to ask Raj if he wanted tea… Turn around, face the wall.”
I did as he said, not knowing what to expect. Suddenly, his hand gripped my shoulder firmly, and he pulled my hair sharply, forcing my head back.
“Aah!” I gasped, the pain and surprise mingling with a strange sense of pleasure.
He leaned close, his breath hot against my neck as he whispered harshly, “I’m sitting here, waiting for tea, and you don’t care? Go now and make a perfect cup.”
“Yes… I’m sorry,” I breathed, the intensity of the moment sending shivers through me. He released me, and I rushed to the kitchen, my heart pounding, unsure of why I liked it so much.
The thrill, the dominance, his commanding tone—it was unlike anything I’d felt with Raj.
As I walked back from the kitchen with the tea in my hands, my thoughts swirled in confusion and excitement. Whatever had just happened was thrilling in a way I couldn’t explain. The way Malik uncle had pulled my hair, his firm grip, the low, commanding voice whispering in my ear… it was a sensation that sent a shiver down my spine. I shouldn’t have liked it, but I did. Why? His breath against my neck, his authority—it was different from anything I had experienced with Raj.
Why did I enjoy it so much? It was just an act, a mere test, but it felt so real, so intense. Could Raj ever do something like this? Could he ever take control in the way I now craved? The thought excited me, but it also confused me. This wasn’t Raj. It was Malik uncle who had made me feel this way. I should have minded it. It was wrong, wasn’t it? But there was something about it, something I couldn’t deny. The power in his touch, the thrill of surrendering to that control...
I brushed the doubts away as I handed him the cup of tea. Silence settled between us as we sipped quietly, the tension from moments ago still lingering in the air.
Malik uncle finally broke the silence, his voice softer now. “I’m sorry if that hurt,” he said, his eyes searching mine for a reaction.
“It didn’t,” I replied quickly, feeling my pulse quicken again at the memory of his hand in my hair.
He smiled, as if satisfied. “Good… I expected that. So, was it good?”
I hesitated for a second, unsure of how to answer. My lips pressed together before I finally responded with a quiet, “Hmmm…”
“You have a fire within you, Niddhi,” he said, his tone becoming more intimate. “You deserve to be happy. I’m confident now. I’ll talk to Raj, guide him… you’ll see.”
I didn’t know what to say. I was still processing everything, feeling stunned and overwhelmed. My mind raced with conflicting emotions. Should I let this happen? Should I allow Malik uncle to get this involved in such a personal part of my life? But if this was what would help me and Raj build a stronger relationship, maybe it was for the best.
“I’ll leave now,” Malik uncle said, standing up slowly. “Should I call you next week for updates? Will you share how things go?”
I could barely meet his gaze. Everything felt so intense, so different from the world I knew with Raj. “I will try,” I whispered, unsure of what else to say.
He gave me a knowing look before he left. As I watched him walk out the door, I felt a mix of emotions—confusion, curiosity, and an undeniable thrill. My mind was filled with questions, doubts, and possibilities. Could this really be the way forward for me and Raj? Was Malik uncle truly just helping, or was there something more to his intentions?
With my thoughts in a whirlwind, I threw myself into the household chores, trying to distract myself from the lingering excitement that still buzzed inside me. Yet, deep down, I couldn’t stop thinking about what had just happened... and what might happen next.
I was busy watching TV when Malik uncle called me in the evening.
Malik: 'Hello.'
Niddhi: 'Hi, uncle.'
Malik: 'I’ve been thinking about it, and I believe you should take the first step, Niddhi. It will feel more natural, as I don’t think Raj will open up until we have drinks together. It’s the weekend, and since we recently met, planning a party right away might raise suspicion.'
Niddhi: "I understand, uncle, but I feel shy. I’m not sure what to say to Raj. How should I start?"
Malik: "You need to take the initiative, Niddhi. Only then will you get what you really want. I have an idea that might make it easier."
Niddhi: "Umm... okay, uncle. I’ll give it a try."
Malik: "Do you think you deserve a punishment for what you did to Raj?"
Niddhi: "Yes, uncle, I do."
Malik: "Great. Wear a sexy dress, and when he arrives, lie on your stomach on Raj’s lap in a position where he can easily spank you."
Niddhi: "Uncle, I’ve never done this before. I don’t think I can."
Malik: "Relax, Niddhi. Don’t overthink it. While getting on his lap, just say, ‘I deserve your punishment, Raj. Please spank me.’ Trust me, he’ll love it. And if he doesn’t, he’ll definitely talk to me about it, and I’ll handle it from there."
Niddhi: "But, uncle, isn’t this inappropriate? We’ve never done anything like this before; it has always been traditional. I’ve already hurt him many times, and with this... what if he takes it the wrong way?"
Malik: "Do you remember the letter?"
Niddhi: "Yes, what about it?"
Malik: "Did he ask you anything about what was written in it?"
Niddhi: "No."
Malik: "So, don’t worry. Just follow my lead."
Niddhi: "I’ll try, uncle, but it’s a challenging task."
Malik: "I’m sure you can do it."
After the call ended, I was lost in thought, contemplating Malik’s suggestion. I really wanted to try, but I wondered if I could actually go through with it. When Raj arrived later, my heart raced with a mix of nervousness and excitement. Raj sat down on the sofa, waiting for me to bring him water. I was trembling with anticipation as I stood in front of him, dressed in a nice outfit. He looked at me with curiosity as I approached.
Niddhi: "Raj, thank you for forgiving me. But I deserve your punishment..."
I said this softly as I took the glass from him, gazing at him seductively. Following Malik’s suggestion, I then lay on Raj’s lap, stomach down.
Niddhi: "Raj, please spank me..."
He responded gently, giving me a tender touch. There was no force, just a loving, playful affection, and he laughed.
Raj: "Is that okay?"
I wanted to ask for more, but I couldn’t find the words. I giggled and sat beside him.
Niddhi: "You’re so gentle and kind, Raj."
Raj: "That’s who I am, Niddhi. I can never hurt you."
I melted in his arms, kissing him passionately. We moved to the bedroom, where we shared a beautiful, passionate experience. I embraced everything Raj had to offer and felt content. I realized it was enough and didn’t expect more than he could give. The weekend passed, and I was happy with how things turned out.
