Adultery No One Dies a Saint [Completed]

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NO ONE DIES A SAINT​

My name is Atul. This is my story. And Anvita’s too.

Tomorrow is our first wedding anniversary. I and Anvita together make an amazing couple. We are envied by everyone around us. Ours was a love marriage. She was my first love. Only the luckiest of all get to marry their first love. I am one of them. Just a few hours away from our first anniversary, I should be planning to present her a surprise, you may suggest. But unfortunately, I am not.

Instead, I am sitting in a bar. This poorly lit, lonely corner now suites me better than anything I know.

I don’t want to meet anyone. I don’t want to talk to anyone.

My life is a shattered one. It’s gone, truly. Believe me; it’s gone.

In my mobile phone, I still have that video which I never thought I could stand even once because I never knew I would have had to, but I have already watched it ten times because I had to.

There are nightmares that scare us so much that we believe we would die if we lived it, yet when they become a reality we just don’t die; instead, we live it because we have to.

Allow me to play the video clip once again. It has my wife, my love of life, my Anvita, getting laid horrendously in our marital bed. That too, by a man I wouldn’t have believed doing this if I hadn’t seen this video.

Allow me to endure the painful sight of my wife’s face pushed roughly into the softness of my bed – where I only loved her with so much care and affection that you would envy – while her dignity is ravaged by my friend who has now revealed himself as a monster.

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

How can love be so corrupt? How can it be so overrated that we invest everything into it only to end up like this?

I want to ask her why she did it. I am going to ask her, tomorrow. The wedding anniversary is going to be revelatory.

It was a sight to behold as Anvita was escorted to him across the crowd. Clad in a beautiful golden saree she seemed a stunning piece of work by the Almighty. Makeup was slightly overdone for sure, as it has become a trend during weddings. But nothing could outdo the charm of her beautiful face. Neither could it hide her growing nerviness. Atul sat there unable to take his eyes off her as she walked through the joyous faces of her friends and family, throwing a glance here and there on the move as if to make sure all the familiar faces were right there. And then she saw him. Just like the way it had done to him two years ago when he had met her for the first time ever, and just like it had been happening to him ever since – despite winning her heart – his heart skipped a beat. He could not take away his eyes off hers. She smiled at him. Then he watched all the nervousness vanish from her face, mirroring his own. Her smile had not only lit up his mind but also won the heart of the whole crowd around them.

Anvita was the sole attraction at the moment and he watched in sheer pleasure as she walked slowly and sat beside him. He felt like he was being honoured. She was the most beautiful girl he had ever met and she was getting married to him.
“Hi.”
Anvita smiled at him again, making half the hearts in the hall melt with it.
“It’s happening, isn’t it?”
He was tied to her eyes. He could not speak a word.
Yes, it was happening. It was unbelievable.

Two years ago on this date, Atul was not even aware of her existence on the earth, until when he saw her at Vrinda’s birthday party. In the middle of the maddening celebrations, there was a moment when there was a sudden blackout. None was panicked; but everyone screamed as if to replace the abruptly halted music, in perfect sync, including the very next one near him. He thought she was a kid. He grabbed her hand in an attempt to comfort her.
“It’s okay. It will be okay very soon. Don't worry.”
The light came back at that exact moment and he knew what had just passed was the last blackout of his life. The girl in his grip looked at him in wonder and he saw brightness filling not only the hall but also his heart. He nodded and released her hand. She looked away for a second only to bring her eyes back at him. He could only smile at her.

A month later she said she still remembered that smile.
“I have never seen a boy with such a cute expression. It was magic.”

Magic was when she kissed him two weeks later. He had not even started to dream about it.
“Would you like to kiss me?”
She asked him in the middle of a slow song that they were dancing to at a pub.
“No.” He said, “I don't want to miss your smile even for a second spent kissing.”
She was not listening, for sure. Her lips were already on him. It lasted just two and a half seconds but it was enough to make him decide what he wanted in his life.

Next day he knelt in front of her when surrounded by her friends.
“Will you marry me, Anvita?”
His eyes were as radiant as the flower in his hand. Anvita blossomed like another with a gorgeous smile that competed with her own shiny eyes.
“Wow.”
Anvita blushed. The moment she took the rose from him, he pulled the real surprise out of his pocket.
“Will you say yes to me?”
Her eyes fell at the shinning stone of the ring, and it was a sight to cherish forever, for Atul. There was a cheerful uproar among the girls. Anvita, as though a breeze pushed her off her feet, leaned forward to take the ring.
“Yes!”
Her eyes outshined every light and her voice outgrew every sound, of Atul’s world.
Anvita was the most beautiful girl he had ever met.

Their parents met as soon as Anvita finished her MCA. She had declared she would take two years’ break to nurture her skills before applying for a job. Atul’s dad was not ready to accept love marriage in his family, but Atul was ready to fight for it until his dad changed his mind.
The wedding was set to happen in the month of November when the cold waves were beginning to form. But it was never meant to affect the warmth of the moment. The crowd was in buoyant spirits, and as were the families of the bride and groom. Anvita’s sister Ankita was right next to her, lending confidence to her during the most important moments in her life. Anvita’s father had only one demand during the wedding preparations: that the marriage should happen only when Ankita could visit from Canada.

When Anvita adjusted a button of Atul’s shervani, her friends went gaga over it. She almost shooed them away with a mocking face. She was cute.
The family, the friends, the well-wishers, and a few broken hearts – from either side – watched on as Atul officially made his girl as his wife. Ankita pressed her sister’s arm and smiled at her. Atul was still mesmerised.
“Can you believe it? It has just happened!”
Atul told her.

As the couple sat together during the photo session, Anvita accidentally sat over Atul’s palm. He felt the softness pressing on him and they looked at each other. She didn't try to move at all.
“What are you doing, Atul? Can't you just wait some more?”
She asked.
And she watched his nose turning red.

When they were leaning on the wall later, he felt her hand at his back.
“Can't you wait some more?”
Her eyes widened. Her pupil dilated.
“Can't wait, my boy?”
She grabbed his back and he jumped away, almost.

Anvita was always a tease to him.
“Look at that crowd.” She pointed at the group of girls, “They are losers. You are mine, now. Do you realise that?”
He smiled. “Yes, I do.”
“Then give me a kiss to prove it.”
“Now?”
“I am your wife now; what are you afraid of?”
Atul looked around him hastily as if to ensure his father was not watching him. If he saw it, he would even dare to call off the marriage.
Atul turned to her and leaned to her, almost kissing her, before she pulled away. She blinked at him.
“Good. You passed the test.”
She then waved her hand to one of her friends.

Beautiful moments often wind up very fast. Before they knew, the wedding was over. At Atul’s home, Anvita wore an enticing Crimson Red Lehenga Choli and she looked ravishing. He was unable to look away.
“Stop staring me, pervert!”
She scolded him.
He could feel the temperature rising by every second she was near him. He waited impatiently for the guests to leave. His friends complimented him and wished them happiness.

His colleagues had left. His friend Ajay pressed his arm.
“Dude, she’s too fragile. Don't make her cry.”
“What do you mean?”
“Handle with care. Take it slow.”
He wasn’t going to handle anything with care. He hardly knew.
But he wasn’t sure if it was the night. When the marriage happens at night, everything gets delayed. When he finally made to his room, Anvita had changed to a dress that ended below her knees. She was a goddess.
Atul stopped at the door and watched her for once.
“What are you waiting for? Come in here.” Anvita ordered.

Atul’s life had been perfect. He had good parents who helped him get his MBA with good grades that landed him a fine job. He was the most handsome boy in every social circle he ever joined. He was chased by a lot of girls in the past, and the one he had his eyes firmly, in the end, was Anvita. Now he had won her too. It would be a matter of moments for him to melt himself into her like a candle, and to own her forever.
His life was perfect. He thought as he walked over to her.
Little he knew of what was coming.

Atul was definitely anxious and his face hid nothing of it.

“You are nervous,” Anvita said.

“You are not?”

“Why should I?”

“Isn’t this your first night?”

“No.”

She said blatantly.

“What?”

She laughed, “Our first night is basically over, yesterday. It’s well past the midnight, silly. Don't overburden yourself.”

“Oh!”

“What else did you think?”

He put up an amused face. “I thought you were to say you had one in the past also.”

She pulled him to the bed. “I know you didn't think so. I know.”

He sat on the edge of the bed. “So, you are not nervous or curious at all?”

“Curious?” She shifted to the other end of the bed to give him space. “Curious will be others.”

Atul smiled.

“True. I’ve got a lot of tips to make my first night a wonderful one. By the way, who tops your list of advisers?”

“It’s Ankita, of course!”

“That’s really surprising. The married people are more curious, it seems.”

“They are more expressive. Who do you have on your list?”

“Everyone, everyone is a fan of you. A lot of them must be thinking of what we would be doing right now.”

“That’s true. I have a friend who’s gonna ask me for every detail.”

“Are you gonna give her that?”

“Are you mad? No! I can handle her. But Ankita is way more persuasive.”

Ankita has been married for five years. Anvita had asked her for every detail of her first night. Now, Ankita was flooding her younger sister with suggestions and advice to make it a brilliant one, and what not, she had just messaged her.

‘Is it on?’

Atul checked the message.

“Tell her it’s on.”

Ankita soon sent an ‘all the best’ message accompanied by a lot of emoticons that included wonder and pleasure and rain and flood and firecrackers and bombs.

“Shit. It’s really embarrassing to think that many will be imagining what we are doing right now.”

“We aren’t doing anything.”

“Really? Aren’t we gonna do anything?”

Anvita smiled. “Looking at the message, Ankita is expecting us to do war.”

He laughed. But the fact was he was equally excited.

“I don't see me with you at war but love, Anvita.”

He said when his face was a breath away from hers. Then his lips were on hers. Warm and sweet. It was light and filled with love.

“Send a first kiss done report to her.”

He said when they broke the kiss.

“Let’s do it more first.”

She said and jumped up. Their lips met again and then it began. His lips were quivering.

“What happened?”

She asked.

“I don't know. It’s strange. It’s like I am kissing you for the first time. I can't contain my excitement, perhaps. You rule my heart.”

Her eyes widened.

“I just love what you said.” She ran her fingers through his hair.

When she took off the dress and let him feast his eyes with her beauty, she maintained eye contact with him. His eyes took a long glance at the contours of her beautiful body, and he couldn’t really breathe.

“Oh my god, you look stunning.”

She could see how thrilled he was.

“Blink, please.” She teased.

“Huh! No. Go on. Stop it only if I faint; I am forgetting to breathe.”

She unhooked her bra and tossed it aside and let him suck on her tits. She rubbed through his hairs lovingly. Atul pressed his face into her breast and breathed. The scent of her flawless bare skin was addicting him. Anvita grabbed at his shirt and he allowed her to take it off him. So easily went down his trunks too. He was left with his jockey only.

“Kneel!”

Anvita asked him when he was left with his jockey only.

“I want to see it pop out.”

She disclosed her wish.

“What!” He protested.

“This is my night. Let me see you in style!”

She pulled it down from the waistline and watched closely as his member swung into the air rather than popping out.

Anvita stared at it. Atul felt shy.

“What are you looking at?”

“I am just seeing the options I have.”

“Go on.”

She smiled boldly and had her mehandi-clad fingers around it. He let out a small moan audible only to him.

Fifteen seconds later she was lying there facing the ceiling and he guided himself into her.

“Aren’t we doing it too early?” She asked.

He shook his head. “I can't wait, baby.”

He pushed down and felt her slippery inner walls of love. It went in smooth and he bent further down to her.

“I love you Anvita.” He whispered.

“Love you too. Love me more.” She gasped.

He felt her warm breath across his face. He kissed her and sucked her soft lips. She moaned slightly as he began to thrust in. Her fingers around him earlier had already put him off balance and exactly after eight seconds, he let out a groan.

“Oh my god! I am coming.” He cried.

Anvita put up a protest. “Pull out!”

She pushed him aside in a hurry. A second later He felt his member spitting his vigour and it fell on her lower belly as he held his body higher, over her, balancing on his hands and toes. She looked down and watched in disappointment as the juice kept falling just below her belly button.

Perhaps for the overexcitement, it was nothing both he and Anvita had expected or wished for.

“That was too quick!” She laughed.

“Told you honey, can't handle your hotness. Sorry.” He apologised.

Anvita got up and walked into the washroom, holding her clothes in one hand while another under her belly in an attempt not to drop his juice on the floor. He saw her phone blinking once. It was Ankita.

“Tell me when you’re done.”

He sent a quick reply. ‘One round done’

He certainly did not want Ankita to learn about the anti-climax. He thought of the embarrassment. He was embarrassed.

Shit. He rued.

“I could have gone a little slow.”

He told Anvita. She had put on her dress. She sat in the bed and touched his face with her long delicate fingers.

“It’s okay. Don't be worried.”

“I disappointed you.”

“Come on, don't be so negative. Perhaps it would be how a first time would be.”

He stared at her face. He was trying to figure out traces of disappointment. There was none. Only cuteness; he felt somewhat at ease.

“I’ve sent Ankita a reply.” He revealed.

Anvita checked her phone. “Mmm... nice one! So there is round two?”

“Round two tomorrow; I don't want to try hard and embarrass me even more.” He shared his fear.

The phone rang once.

“Ankita! What is she doing?” Anvita wondered.

A minute later Ankita called again.

“She’s teasing me. Okay, let’s give her something!”

She lay on the bed and started breathing hard before answering the phone. She panted deliberately.

“Don't call me now. “

She yelled in a suppressed voice between the heavy panting and cut the call.

“What was that?”

“Let her have wild dreams tonight.” Anvita laughed, “Yeah let her enjoy.”

Yeah, let her enjoy...at least. Atul thought sarcastically.

Anvita pulled him to her.

“Don't be stressed. It’s okay. And tomorrow don't be embarrassed to face your friends. I am going to tell Ankita that I had a mind-blowing night. Do you have any problem to make simple lies?”

He loved her even more. He respected her even more. He had an understanding wife.

It’s indeed a good beginning. Atul thought.

He was terribly wrong.

Tuesday there was a reception at Atul’s home for family members of him and Anvita before everyone returned to their busy lives. All of them left by the evening except for his cousins.

His cousins spared no chance to tease him. Whenever he turned to Anvita, they would comment on how he was rushing it. They were playing the cards with Atul and his elder brother in the hall when Atul began to get up once.

“First night is gone, Atul. Now it’s the regular night. Take it easy.”

And all others burst into laughter.

“One more day, dear; we’ll all be gone and you’ll have the whole day and night. Relax!”

Another added.

Anvita had slept when Atul eventually made his way to his room. He stood near the bed, studying his wife. She was sleeping calm and content. Atul decided not to disturb her and carefully laid himself on the bed. He put his arms around her and gave a light kiss on her forehead. It was a peaceful night.

Wednesday morning they had a visitor. George.

George had been Atul’s neighbour until the former shifted his home near to his clothing store in the north of the city two years ago. George used to be a good friend of Atul’s dad. Atul had grown up calling him uncle until a day when they sat through an evening at a bar. George was a huge fan of Scotch whisky. They sat together a lot of times at many bars helping Atul also develop a strong liking towards the scotch.

George was earlier married to Rose Mary. She divorced him eleven years ago. They had a son before the separation and Rose claimed his possession afterwards. He married Leona one year later and was blessed with another son. The boy studied in an army college; Atul had never seen him since they moved out of his neighbours.

George was surprised when he had heard about Atul’s marriage plans.

“I can't believe you are marrying your first girlfriend.”

George had told him.

“It’s not his first, George. You forgot about his girls in high college and college?”

Leona reminded him.

“I know. I know. But he hadn’t done anything with them, no?”

“George!”

Leona pinched him lightly. Their free-form of interactions often amused Atul. They were so happy with each other, making Atul wonder why God chose to send Rose Mary to him in the first place. George and Leona were made for each other. Leona in fact even gifted him a son after Rose had taken his first son away.

“He’s still a virgin, you know that?” George placed his hand over his shoulder.

“Come on George!” Atul shook his hand away, “You’re giving me an unwanted tag!”

“Unwanted tag...? It’s a well deserving one, young man. Do you know at what age I had lost mine?”

Leona interrupted and pulled him by his collar, “Don't embarrass him anymore, George.”

That was how Mr and Mrs George used to talk to him.

But as soon as he saw Anvita on our engagement, George had changed his mind.

“You’ve hit a jackpot, young man. Now I’m not at all surprised at your decision. She’s absolutely stunning. Just wow!” He admitted.

After the marriage, he had taken Atul aside for a brief chat.

“Young man, you have now secured the ownership of the property. So, it’s time to step into the ground with confidence and prove your mettle with a brilliant performance there. What’s your planning? Sprint or a marathon?”

Leona had pulled him back in time before he could mouth anything to Anvita. The latter though had noticed him.

“Your George uncle is very funny.”

Anvita told Atul later.

“Why?”

She didn't say why.

When George visited on Wednesday, he handed Anvita a package.

“We couldn’t plan our present on the wedding day. But it doesn’t mean there never was one.”

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