Adultery Letters of apology to my husband

[kinkystuff]

Letters of apology to my husband​

INDEX​

• Introduction
• First Apology
• Second Apology
• In The Past
• Niddhi's Hidden Struggles
• Desires Awekening
• Extra Marital Affair
• Falling in Love
  • Chapter #1
  • Chapter #2
• Heartbreak & Third Apology
• Embracing Submission
• Husbands Secret
• Final Apology

 

[Cpl5631]

Dirty chat karoge

Kaise

 

[kirantariq]

Good

 

[Eternallover012]

Kaise

Fantasy ke bare mein

 

[kinkystuff]

# Heartbreak & Third Apology #​

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.

Yours and only yours,
Niddhi

 

[sensoustongue]

Thanks for update dear