Adultery Knowing My Wife, Knowing Me as Well

I had pledged not to masturbate again.
My dick was limp when I took that bloody pledge. By noon, I again visualised Meera living the pleasure of another man's dick, and I found my dick hard enough to break my stupid pledge. I pulled it out and jerked it into madness.
"Ohhhh! Meera... My baby...!"
I grunted.
And I wanked again at night. In the morning too. It was becoming a habit.

A pledge built upon a limp dick could be broken easily by a hard one. I learnt.

Meera wanted me to masturbate. Perhaps she wanted me to get over the pain of losing her to someone else. Perhaps she was excited for making me watch them. The first one seemed reasonable and less intimidating to me, though I preferred believing the latter.

Monday I was surprisingly able to wake up and go to work in time. That day at work, I saw a new woman in my section. She was beautiful and her charming face often caught my attention. Eventually she noticed me and she smiled at me. I quickly walked upto her.

"Hello!"
I said.
"Finally you noticed me, huh?"
She closed her diary and turned to face me.
"What?"
"I've been here for three months. Do you know my name?"
I kept staring at her. I was seeing her for the first time in my life.
Where have I been? I wondered.
"Your name...huh... well, hi! I'm Krish."
I extended my hand. I had to force myself to keep my eyes glued to her face. Still I was aware of the fulness of her breasts. I wished if she looked away so that I can steal a glance at her cleavage, in vain. Her eyes remained at my face a shook my hand.
"Hello Krish, I'm Sija. Nice to finally meet you!"

We extended our chat to lunch break and then to tea break.
Mrs. Sija Jayaram was in her thirties. Her husband Mr. Jayaram worked in a bank. They had two children. And they all lived a happy, picture perfect life.

Picture perfect life.
Really? Does such a thing exist? I wondered later.

Wednesday I got a phone call from Mr. Das.
"I was thinking of a drink tonight. How about you?"
He asked. I was ready. But later he called me and cancelled the plan.
"We'll give it another day buddy."
He said.
That another day happened to be Sunday. He rang me up at 6 pm.
"Hey man. How about sitting over a Johnny Walker right now?"
He sounded ecstatic. I was interested immediately.
He arrived at my place at 7 pm.

"This is for what you did for me, man."
He said as he filled our glasses. We quickly moved to our second and third round, then he threw in the subject.
"You know what's new?"
"What's new?"
"Yesterday. In my office."
"What?"
I was stunned.
"You won't believe it. I know. I'll call her."
He took his phone and called Meera. He put it on the speaker mode and placed it on the table.
"Hi."
I heard a familiar voice. Meera.
"All well honey?"
"Mmm well. What's up?"
"Are you okay?"
"What's okay? It's still aching, I guess."
Suddenly she sounded cautious.
"That's the fun honey! You enjoyed, didn't you?"
"Mmm...I did."
"That's what I wanted. You having fun with me."
"Where are you?"
"I'm having a drink with our friend. Mr. Menon."
"Is he listening you talking?"
"You're on speaker.."
"Oh shit!"
She cut the call. Das laughed and looked at me.
"You embarrassed her." I complained in my weak voice.
"She likes it, man. You don't know her like I do."
He said.
That was true.

Who is Meera?
I asked myself.
I don't know.
I answered myself.

You know nothing about her.
Das finished his drink and poured another.
"Tell me about yesterday."
I said.
I was curious to know.
"Yesterday. Yesterday I bent her over my office table and showed my dick into her. That's it."

I took a deep breath.
Breathe, Krish, breathe!

"That's too dangerous."
I managed to say.

If I hit this liquor bottle in his head and break it, will he die?
I thought for a moment.

"That's the fun in that, buddy! That's the fun in having such an option in your office."
I hated him further for terming her just an option. I forced myself to ignore it.
"But you could get caught."
I tried to reason, like a stupid.
"It was Saturday, man. Nobody was there. I had called a few of the staff in the morning and relieved them all by noon, except for Meera."
"That's the power of being a boss."
"A true boss. I then called her to come to my office. And I asked her, 'are you aware that we're the only people left in this whole building, honey?', and she was already smiling. She knew what I was. Then I gave her a glorious kiss. You know how sweet she was..."
Das touched his own lips, reliving those moments.
"A couple of kisses here and there, and she was ready. I straightway bent her down on to my desk. She initially didn't like the idea, it was too rough for her, but when she saw I was serious, she just let me. I pulled her skirt up and..."
He took a sip from his glass.
"..and her panty, I pulled it down to her knees. Her bum looked so round and plumb, you know I didn't have a condom else I would have stuffed her ass with my dick. I will do that another day, I know."

The man was mad. He was making me sick. I was getting horny as he kept talking how he screwed my wife.

"So this time I chose to go after her pussy. Oh man she was very tight and she cried when I pushed it in. She was really tight. Before me, there was a one year gap for her. She had told me. And she cried really hard. I had to press her mouth to keep her silent, I mean less noise. It was really good, man. Really good."
"Sounds painful from her side."
I commented. I was jealous.
"Nothing like that. That pain is fun, actually. Once I kept going, and I started reaching really inside her, she was moaning like 'oh my baby...oh my Das..', she was enjoying it and I made sure I gave her a wonderful orgasm. It's the golden rule of fucking. Always make sure she cums. The louder she screams, the more you own her."
It sounded a valuable lesson to me. Had I ever made her cum?
"And then I fired my gun. And I'm damn sure I've filled her pussy like she have only dreamt of. That's the way we finish it. If she wasn't on pills, she'd give birth to my child soon. I'm sure."
A lightening passed through my head. And I prayed she was.
"So you enjoyed a lot, didn't you?"
I said later.
"What about you man. You should also get some girls."
He advised.
"I've had my share of women, Mr. Das. Don't worry about me."
I wasn't thinking of Ananya or Sheelu.i was just lying. I was alone.

That night I tried to imagine Das fucking Meera from behind in his office, with her skirt up, his pants down. I slept late like every night. I was used to it by then.

There was something about Das and his relation with Meera. Unlike Mr. Shekhar, he seemed to be in a hurry. He always sought sex. For Mr. Shekhar it was about time. He wanted to spend time with her. Talk to her, have coffee with her, watch a cricket match with her. But for Das, he always told me, how he wanted to have her. He wanted to 'do this' and 'do that' to her. He wanted to make love to her at every chance he saw. All of those dreams of merely looking into her eyes and cute smiles were ceased as soon as he had the ultimate fun with her. His interest with her was quite sexual.

For three days, I couldn't hear anything from both Das and Meera. I even expected me to be forgotten. The office incident had suggested me that. More stories would follow, and I might only listen them from Das.
But I was wrong. Mr. Das called me Thursday afternoon.
"I need your favour dear. Can I come over your place this evening?"
"What's the formality, come over man."
I said.
"I'm bringing Meera too."
I felt a momentary happiness because of the possibility of seeing her again.
"Oh I see."

Thinking of her still made me feel warm. Strange, isn't it?

"You know, we need a place. We need a place to discuss something very important and intimate."
He said.
My happiness blurred in an instant. I remembered the meaning of their discussion.
"Did she agree?"
I didn’t really believe him.
"She will come anywhere I ask, dear. Believe me Mr. Menon; we’ll be there at five."

Only I know how I spent the rest of that day. I rushed home quickly finishing my work. I cleaned the house without wasting a moment and kept everything arranged and tidy. My wife was coming home after such a long gap. It made no sense actually but I was happy for it. All I wanted then was to see her, no matter what happens after that.
When I arranged my bedroom I noticed the bed sheet. My heartbeats shot up as I looked into it.
Das. Didn’t he say he’s coming for a discussion? The meaning of that discussion according to my dictionary was…

I didn’t think twice before replacing all the bed sheets with the fresh ones. I didn’t realize at the beginning but my dick was hard and stayed so all the time. I was aroused; and at the same time I was ashamed of my arousal. I even felt I would cum any moment if I keep looking at the bed sheets. They were waiting for someone.

Mr. Das drove in exactly at 5 pm. I opened the door and welcomed my wife and her lover into my home with a pleasant smile.
"How are you Meera?"
I asked like a real friend, just a real friend.
"I am good. How are you?"
She smiled at me. I caught her eyes shining. It melt me. I was still the pathetic loser.

They were coming from work. She was wearing a kurti and jeans. She looked simply gorgeous and my eyes struggled to leave her.
They both sat in the same couch. I served them the juices I had prepared beforehand. Then I sat opposite to them.
"It looks like Mr. Menon has worked hard for us Meera. This house is nothing like I saw last time." Mr. Das commented.
I was embarrassed. I didn’t know what to say. Meera looked at me and smiled.
"That’s really great, Mr. Menon. By the way, you have a wonderful house."
There was a strange undertone to her voice. Was she teasing me?

No one said anything after that. I felt some sort of awkwardness as all of us three deliberately turned our attention to the juice glasses in silence. That excuse was over once we finished the drinks.
I cleared my throat.
"Anyone would like to have more of the juice?"
"No thanks." Meera said.
"Mr. Das told me you guys have something to discuss with each other."
I said and quickly regretted using that word again.
"Discussion, yes." Das looked at Meera.
"What?"
She looked surprised.
She knew what’s coming.
"Let’s discuss in private, honey."
He held his arm around her and stood up.
"No."
She shook her head, but she stood up at the same time.
"Mr. Menon, show us our room please. She will need some privacy."
He demanded.
I wondered how one can behave so bold. Well he was.
"Oh what? No!"
Meera still protested. But it wasn't enough.

I was the most stupid husband ever lived on the face of this earth at that moment. I showed him my bedroom and watched him walk my wife into that room, against her formal wish. She too, didn't oppose him like she really meant it and the door was closed soon. I wiped my face with my palms and let out a sigh.
I was alone again. My excitement was actually frustrating me.

"What are you doing, are you mad, Das?"
I heard Meera questioning him. My bedroom door wasn’t as strong as that of Sunshine Gardens. I could hear every bits of sounds from my bedroom.
"Yes I’m mad. Crazy for you, my lady. Just come here…"
I heard Das’ soft voice.
"Your friend is just standing there... How..."
There was sounds of some frantic movements that interrupted her talking and any form of objections if there were any.

Then I heard the sound of him dumping her onto my bed, the sound of an unceremonious fall, that of my wife into his bed. She'd surrender now. I knew.
I heard sounds of his whisper. Probably complimenting her.
There wasn’t anything dramatic or unexpected after that. No sounds were audible and I wondered what happened.
I waited for some time and walked to the door. I had a doubt whether they'd open the door to my face and catch me there. But it wasn't strong enough to scare me away. I stood very close to the door and tried to listen.
The first thing I heard was a gasp. Then I heard his sound.
"Oh yes, yes...mmm.."
Then I heard more sounds. Sounds that gave me the clear picture of my wife sucking her lovers dick. He was enjoying it like anything.
"Yes...mmm.... Yes... Keep sucking... Suck it full..."
He kept encouraging her. And the wet sounds that she created forced me visualise her doing it with all her heart. So passionate. I once heard her moan.

There had never been any form of objection. She was just horny from the moment go.
Why was she behaving like that? How could she submit herself to him like this? Was she just waiting for this man? I thought.

In my mind she was still my wife. But at that moment I felt like she would never remember me as her actual husband.

The man she had slept with before Das wasn't me. It was Mr. Shekhar and it was almost an year ago. How could she remember me? She would have forgotten me. I reasoned.
And I felt like I had failed miserably understanding my once wife. She never sucked me like that. I had always thought she needed to be forced to do that, and I never could force her for anything.
Now, there she was, at the other side of that door, she was putting a picture of herself I never knew.
Perhaps she was waiting for a perfect match. A perfect man.
She had been all alone for an year before Das. Day and night. The whole of a winter and a summer have passed since then. There were plenty of reasons for her to be wanting.
So there she was. Worshipping a man's penis with her lips, tongue and throat, altogether.

In that room, in that bed, in the hands of her new lover, she was finally quenching her thirst. The agonising wait for a man's comfort was over.
The more I listened, the more I lost myself to them. I was becoming involved. I was being consumed. There was no escape. I felt I would stay there stuck forever and they'd catch me. Then I sensed the movement within me. It was twitching. It was hard line a stone, struggling in my pants. I felt like I was never hard like this in my life. It was aching. I wanted to ease it out of my pants. But I wasn't that daring. In the deep of my mind, I knew it was wrong to pleasure yourself to the sounds of your wife pleasuring someone else. I had lived those moments earlier but it had never been devastating like this.
Your wife. Is she still your wife, Krish? I asked myself sarcastically.
The answer was no.
She wasn't my wife anymore. She wasn't mine. She belonged to another man whom she had already submitted her heart and body. A man who was truly capable to fulfill her wants. With his heart and body.

Sometimes you take the most important of your life's decisions in an instant. Your life, your very existence, your death may depend on it. Later you might call it fate.

That very moment, while standing there like a statue whose only active part of body was his dick, I took a decision.
The decision to give up.

I can claim that I was forced to give up on her but it doesn't matter anymore.
I gave up on the woman I loved the most in my life, and let my hand crawl inside my pants. I touched my dick with a great sense of ecstasy. I held it and tried to adjust it in its own confinements. It gave me no relief. Eventually I managed to bend it downward and push it between my thighs. It was now eased. So was I. The words of encouragement from Mr. Das asking Meera to keep pleasuring him were echoing in my ears. It tempted me to pleasure myself more and I started pressing my dick downwards, repeatedly, making it slid between my thighs. It was indeed one of the most pleasing secret moments in my life, making me feel everything else trivial. And within no time I shot a huge load in my underwear. I closed my eyes as I welcomed the ground shattering orgasm. I gasped for breath like I was injecting my life into Meera's smooth tight pussy or even beyond that, and struggled to keep me quiet, as I came with jerks.

When I came back to the reality, I couldn't hear any noise from the other side of the door. I feared I might have got carried away. Perhaps they're finished. I quickly and quietly withdrew myself to the couch.
I felt the wetness in my underwear as I walked. I slowly allowed myself to fall on the couch and took a long breath. My heart was still pounding hard and the thought of Mr Das cumming in her mouth dreaded me. He would have flooded her mouth. She would have swallowed it. Would she have enjoyed it? I wasn't sure. But I tried to imagine her enjoying it for a moment. With her eyes adoring him for letting her swallow his juices.
God. No. I sighed.
My eyes remained on the door for long, expecting it to be opened any moment. But it didn't.
Perhaps they'd be getting dressed. I thought.
I grabbed my mobile and prepared myself to behave normally. I pretended reading something. Time passed more than enough, still the door remained closed.

I wondered if they had started it again. Maybe they're talking, I thought again. It took me a couple of minutes more to gather some courage to walk upto the door, again.
As I put my ear close to the door, I heard them. I heard the bed shaking sounds. Now he was fucking her, again. This time I heard her clearly. I could make out how hard he was pounding her and how deep he was going into her. Each pull, each push, made her moan.
"Huhh..aahh..huhh..aahh..huhh..aahh..."
It went on. No other words ever escaped her throat. Just moans, moans of pleasure.

My hearbeats shot up in a second and I forget myself again. It wasn't because of any form of sense of loss but in fact because of the astonishing sound of their lovemaking. It was brutal yet rhythmatic. I could tell that he was literally fucking her brains out. The tempo of him thrusting himself into her was interesting, reverberating through my consciousness. He was faster enough to make the mattress creak, and harder enough to make Meera gasp for breath. I heard her cry at once and other sounds paused. It was a long cry that ended abruptly as the bed squeaking resume again. He was strong enough to make me envy and stand like a dead duck. My dick was up and alive again, and in no time I found my right hand inside my pants, pressing my dick into the slit I made up between my thighs. It slid through my earlier load of ejaculation as I heard Meera cry out his name.
"Dass.. Das..Dasss....!"

I hoped I would last long enough to enjoy her cry till it ends, only in vain.
In less than two minutes, I guess I shot my gun again. I suppressed my heavy breathing while Mr.das was taking my wife to new heights where nothing could be stopped or suppressed. I couldn't submit myself to my orgasm this time, as my mind was diverted toward the scream I heard of Meera as she got hers. I heard Mr. Das grunting and the bed shakes suddenly came to a halt.
I knew it. He was injecting his love seeds into my wife's tight pussy or even beyond that. Into the deepest part of her body.
"Oh my God."
I heard Meera cry.
It was followed by some noisy kisses.
"I love you baby."
I heard Das.
"Love you too. This is so good Das."
Her voice was trembling.
It wasn't a voice I had ever heard from her after lovemaking. It was indeed the sound of a woman who were devoured by her man. She was won by him.

When I walked back to my couch this time, I felt happy that I witnessed it. I actually felt comfortable with it. I felt comfortable with my soaked underwear. I felt comfortable with the change in myself.
I wasn't a cuckold who let his wife have sex with someone else; but a voyeur who spied on two lovers making love.
I felt comfortable with the fact that I was no one.

I went back to my couch and thought what's next. There was nothing for me. I was exhausted. I suddenly found myself capable to pay attention to the outer world. The world outside that room. Everything was still there and I breathed normal. I grabbed a glass of water and soothed my throat.
I was then able to switch on the TV and watch it.
When Das walked out, he looked tired.
"Feeling good now, boss?"
I asked casually.
He took time to turn his attention to me.
"Feeling great. You bored?"
"What boring, man. You guys were so loud."
"Yeah I know. I'm sorry, couldn't help."
"It's okay. I could bear it."
"Bear it, huh? Bear it, huh?"
He laughed. I didn't really find anything funny though I put up a half-smile.

"I know it man. When I was younger, like twenty-five years ago, I had to help this friend to elope with his beloved. We were batchmates and very close. We stayed in the same hotel room with very basic amenities for three days and three nights, as we had to wait for arrangements for our movement as well as accomodation. And the nights were really fun. They slept on the bed and I on the floor. You know, the young age, I expected the fire between them. None of us slept through the first night. To be honest, I was awake due to my arousal. They were awake because of my presence and of course, their own arousal. But the poor couple didn't dare to even touch each other. Eventually next day by noon, he made special request. He wanted me to stay inside the bathroom until he, you know..! So I spent that noon in the bathroom while my friend took his girl's virginity. Only I know how I stayed in that stupid bathroom, but it was fun indeed."
He had a point. I could relate myself with that. But I wasn't bold enough to confess.
"Come on Das... I'm not a virgin. I can handle it."
I defended. He completely ignored me.
"In the night, well, he got courageous. In the darkness, I heard sounds of him fucking her. They were doing it like some discrete thing but there was no chance I could miss that!"
I tried to smile.

"Next morning, I told them that I knew what they were doing. The girl was bold, she said she knew I'd be listening. I said, if you knew it and still wanted to do it, that means you wanted to show off. She said she would do even that. I dared her to do it and next thing I saw was her on top of him. She initially meant only to sit on his lap and kiss his lips; but my friend didn't get it. He nicely pulled up her skirt and guided his thing inside her. To make things worse for her, he mentioned how better wet and smooth she had become than the previous day..."

He paused. I thought I found a hint.
"She was excited because you were watching?"
He nodded with his eyes as if to appreciate me for getting it correctly.
"Not only she... My friend was excited. I was excited... And now Meera is equally excited..."
"Is she? Really?"
I was stunned.
Before he could speak more, the door was opened and Meera walked out. She looked like she had taken a quick shower.
"You took a shower?"
I asked, and immediately regretted it.
"Ask your friend!"
She said roughly without looking straight at me. She sat next to Das and smiled at him endearingly. I melt watching that lovely smile. I wanted to pull her to me and kiss her lips. Her fresh scent after bath suddenly filled the air and I got my share of it. I never thought my soap was so aromatic. It was her.
And the next moment I saw Mr. Das catching me ogling at her. I was embarrassed.
I was ogling at his woman.
I looked away to save my dignity. I could still see him smiling, through the corner of my eyes.

They left soon. Das shook my hand before leaving and I thought he pressed my palm a bit harder. I knew why. I was the friend who had helped him fuck his woman by hiding in the bathroom. By hiding in the living room.

As soon as they left, I walked to the bedroom and saw the wrinkled bedsheets. I sat at the edge of it and ran my fingers over it. I felt it still had a certain warmness on it. Their warmness. Perhaps her warmness. I thought.
I was again getting aroused.

"My Meera was lying here..."
I whispered and slowly bought my face down to the bed and inhaled. I thought I got some smell.
"... And she was being fucked in this bed..."
I whispered again and rubbed my face on the mattress.
In this bed, she was lying on her back while he pounded her hard, hard like she always wanted.
"Aaahhh... aaahhh... Ahhhh..."
I moaned, pretending to be Meera. In my mind, Meera lay in there with her both legs up in the air, spread apart, while Das pumped his dick deep inside her hole.
"Ohhhh... Dass... aaahhh.. aaah...!"
I had pulled my pants and Jockey down in a hurry, freeing my stick again. It was dirty itself but ready for the third round of action. I wrapped my fingers around it and shook it.

I moaned further like Meera would have done to him, and kept moving my fist up and down, until I suddenly became Das.
"Ohhhh my Meera... Here is my juices for you... Ahhhh... Take it...mmm..."
I was at the peak, and welcomed yet another orgasm, and closed my eyes to live the pleasure of filing my wife's pussy with my cum. I was in heaven for a few seconds, I guess. My moans quickly became panting, and I was brought down to reality, down to be me. When I looked at my dick, I saw drops of white cum at the tip of it. I could make out why it was minimal.
I was exhausted completely. But I was very well aware that the day wasn't finished.
The night would come.
Like every night.

A week later, Das hosted a house party. Neerja was adamant to invite me and Meera for the party. Das thought it would be a tough job for me because I needed to act as her husband in front of a small crowd but he promised there wouldn't be many who’d recognize both me and Meera.

I was really happy inside. I said "I’ve done everything, so why not this?"
"Thanks a lot, buddy. A friend like you is a real fortune."

Oh really? Then what about my wife? Is she a treasure?
I didn’t ask.

"You tell me the time and get Meera agree with this. We'll arrive at the party scene as a couple. But you promise me you won’t attempt any type of discussion with her."
He laughed as I said.

He later confirmed Meera’s consent.

It was Saturday night. I drove in to Lavanya apartments and rang up Meera. She walked out in a flawless frock. I began to open the front door but she opened the rear door quickly.
"Come to the front seat, madam. I am your husband again, for tonight."
I said sarcastically. She realized her mistake and sat in the front seat.
"Sorry I didn’t think much about it, she said."
I smiled.
"You look gorgeous, by the way."
I said.
She stared at me for a few seconds and then smiled. I felt a familiar feeling toward her surging inside me. Fondness.

"Do you still remember me, at lease when you’re alone, Meera."
I asked.
"How can I forget you . You are always around." She replied.
I didn’t really get if she meant it in good or bad sense.
"I am around you, because my life isn’t letting myself move on."
"You know what; you should also see someone else…"
"Someone else?"
"I mean a woman."
"Are you serious? I don’t…"
"Can I suggest you one?"
"What?"
"Can I suggest a woman for you?"
"You can suggest. But I don’t think…"
"Her name is Meghna. She works with me. She’s beautiful and… and I like her. I think she'll like you."
"But I’m not ready for any Meghna.."
"Come on you should get over me."
I didn’t reply. I wasn’t sure whether I should say I can’t or I need more time. I was indecisive as usual.
"I think you too will like her."
"Why?"
"I just know. Trust me."

That was true; she knew my likes more than I do.

At the party Das and Neerja gave us warm welcome. There was none whom I could recognize other than the hosts, so I secretly assured Mr. Das that our secret game is working.
"You should make sure she reach home safely, buddy."
Das said. I felt good that he cared for her.

An hour or something later, Meera walked up to me.
"I want you meet someone, Krish."
"Who?"
"Meghna.."
"She’s here?"
"She knows who you are. We are divorced couple. So don’t fuck it up."
I couldn’t really understand why she was so pressing for a new relationship. Does she want to see me hitched, so that she can move closer to Das?

How closer can she get? He is already married. I didn’t know if they had any future. He would fuck her for a few months, or a year or two, and then they’ll move on. Maybe that could be what she wanted. I kept thinking all this nonsense, until I heard a soft voice.
"Hi Krish.."
I turned slowly, and I saw a young woman. A beautiful woman.
"Meghna?"
"Yes."
She nodded with a smile. She looked beautiful in her floral top and jeans though I wouldn’t dare to compare her to Meera. I never could. Meghna was slim and had a simple look with basic make up. Her smile revealed her perfect white teeth which was, I thought, her best assets. I liked her instantly, though it didn’t make me attracted to her like Meera might have expected.

I immediately shook hands with Meghna. "How are you?"
I asked and gave Meera a suspicious look. "What are you guys planning to do with me?"
Meghna’s eyes dilated in surprise.
"I thought you’ll like me."
"Excuse me?"
"Never mind. You know, she said you’re single again, like me, so I thought...I mean you know she always speak so good of you, I wanted to meet you for long."
"That’s great. Here we meet now. But…"
Meera interrupted me at this point.
"Ok guys, you guys should move to some corner there. You can share anything about me, I’ll be around, see you."
She soon vanished into the crowd.

Meghna and I walked to a corner of the garden. She smiled at someone while walking.

"I guess Meera have told you a lot about me."
I said.
"Tell me about you."

I grabbed a couple of drinks on the way to the farthest table we were heading to. We sat facing each other and I placed the glasses carefully between us.

"Is it our first date?"
She asked.

Is it a test by Meera?
I wondered.
Meghna was unbelievably a cute date.

I smiled staring into her eyes.
"You look really beautiful. Meera never told me she had such a cute friend."
"Meera never told me you're so flattering."
"I am not. I am just being honest."

She bit her lips and raised her glass. We touched it slowly each other and then took a sip before keeping it bank on the table.

"Tell me more about you."
I said.

She was just like me. She was a divorcee. Well, she was officially divorced in a court. She had a love marriage that was far short of what she had expected. Whatever she had thought of her lover had turned false when he became her husband.

"I still wonder how people can hide so much from your partner when you’re in a romantic relationship. Everything seems so perfect. And wonderful. And after marriage, everything changes. Everything starts anew. You realize you never knew this person in reality."

Meghna had married Rajesh against the advices of her parents and friends. Now she realize how important is to listen to the people who love you, who have already proven their love for you for so long.

"I felt like I will never fall in love again. I cannot make wise decisions on a man."
She said.
"Is that why you are going to let Meera decide?"
"She’s a good friend. She helps me always, though I am just a newcomer in her office."
"What did she tell you about our marriage?"
"She said it was the most wonderful thing happened to her."

It pleased me, but I said nothing. I was expecting more from her. She waited for me to say anything, then resumed..

"And she said she had nightstand with a man and that lead to your separation.."
Her voice was lower.

"And didn’t she tell you I too had a nightstand with that man’s wife?"
I found myself talking with an undertone of disgust. She noticed it.
"But that man’s dead and that woman’s gone forever. You can put it to the rest."
"If we could do that, we could get back right?"
"But she’s… she’s in a relationship with…"

She paused and looked around as if anyone’s listening.

We were going deeper.
I wasn’t sure it was a date.

"Krish, Meera thinks we are both sides of a same coin. Struggling with our past from which we must move on; for our own betterment. We just need to spend time with each other so we can see we are not alone. This isn’t a date."
"Yeah I knew."
I said harshly.

She finished her glass and glanced at a waiter; the man walked in with a tray and replaced her glass. She immediately took a sip.

"Don’t worry I am alcoholic only in parties."
She said.
She was very simple. I felt.

"Why should I worry about that? I am just like you."
"Meera told me you respect her a lot. Something that Rajesh fared far behind."
"You seem to have a long list of my qualities."
"Of course, that’s why I am sitting here. I actually underestimated you; I didn’t expect you speak on my face about the issue with that woman. I thought you would try to hide it conveniently."
"I couldn’t hide anything from you, I guess. You have already earned that."
Her eyes shined.
"So we’ll be seeing more of each other."
"That I’m not sure."
"I don’t know, I feel a lot better now, I finally found someone I can relate myself."
"There could be more possible candidates, I guess, I don’t think men can resist your charm."
"None of them were good; every single one wanted to a have a fling. Most of them wanted it behind the back of their wives, lovers and all."
"Like Meera is in right now?"
"Exactly. That’s the only thing I’m not in good terms with her. She should dump that guy. But this is life. We can’t expect that much fair."

The woman was a revelation. Meera had found a perfect suit for me. The more I talked to her, the more I found things I could relate myself. We had a walk around the garden then.

I spotted Meera in a close conversation with a man. From that distance he looked more like Mr. Shekhar. Same age, same shape, except that this man was bald. He was telling her something and she was listening with smile. Meghna held my hand and turned men to her.
"Leave her."
"I am sorry. I didn’t mean to insult you."
I apologized.
"Hey, I didn’t mean that. You can look at her, I'm a nobody for now. Also she told me you guys are more like friends right now."

Friends? When did we become friends? I wondered.

Meghna pulled me further from there.
"Let’s move away from this crowd."

I wanted to look at Meera once again, but I followed Meghna and we had drinks again. We were now past our past. We shared jokes and had fun, laughing around.

"So when are you asking me out for a coffee or something?"
She asked later.
"It's really embarrassing that I couldn't save you asking that..."
I made a face at her.

"I was expecting something would fall from you, but you are not even coming close…"
"Am I that bad?"
"You're still not asking."
She said and we both stared into each other’s eyes before sharing a good laugh.

"How about seeing tomorrow, let’s start with a coffee.."
I suggested.
She agreed.

We exchanged numbers and took selfies with each other. She had her hand around me and rubbed her cheeks with mine when she clicked hers. Right after that she looked right into my eyes.

"Now this looks more like a date."

I felt her breath on my face. Her lips were open, inches away from mine. In a moment, I forgot where we were and kissed her. It was warm and sweet. It lasted a second only and I came back to reality. We let go off each other completely.

"Oh I am sorry.."
I said.
"I am sorry too,"
She panted and looked around. Luckily nobody was watching.
"Please don’t tell Meera. It’s our first date only."
She said
"Mmm... I'll think about it."
I said roughly.
"Haahaa..I know what you'll think about it..."
She pinched my hand.
I laughed.

She left soon. I and Meera said goodnight to Mr. Das and family right after that.
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