Adultery No One Dies a Saint [Completed]

I have let them fuck me in my mind. Anvita could not believe how desperate she had become. If they had forced a little more, I would have given up. And I would have betrayed Atul. My Atul.

Anvita wept silently.

When Atul came, he was happy.

“The loan is credited.”

He announced. Anvita was saddened suddenly, knowing Rajyavardhan would be returning soon.

“Finally! I must leave now.”

Rajyavardhan said.

“Now? You can leave tomorrow, dad.”

Anvita said. Atul looked at her surprised.

“I… I am cooking something special tonight.”

Anvita said quickly. Rajyavardhan stared at her blankly and then nodded.

“Okay. If she says so. Let me see what your wife can cook for me.”

Later, Atul walked into the kitchen.

“Why the hell did you stop him? You could have cooked this special for me.”

“What is wrong with you? He’s your dad.”

“I hate my dad.”

“But I love your dad.”

Anvita felt happy when she said that.

“You think you can impress him by showering him with affection. Don’t be a fool. He’s an animal.”

Atul grunted.

“So what? If he keeps you from drinking, I’ll prefer him staying here every day.”

Anvita grinned.

When she finished cooking, she was satisfied with her effort. But Rajyavardhan said nothing of it. He ate silently without even a bit of concern for her efforts. She knew Atul would like the dish, but dad’s presence kept him silent.

“Your dad is really an animal.”

Anvita murmured when she was in bed. Atul chuckled.

Rajyavardhan left in the morning. Anvita wanted to sit with him for some time even though she had no clue about what to talk. She had nothing to tell and nothing to hear. But his presence would make her calm. She felt a good girl in front of him. It felt good.

When Rajyavardhan was gone, Anvita was disappointed. She felt like something was taken away from her. The goodness was draining out of her.

She felt corrupt.

No. I will not fail him. I will be a good wife. I will not see any desperate dream. She tried to assure herself.

However, she constantly bore a gut feeling that it was just the calmness before a storm.

Atul was getting ready to leave. Anvita sat on the bed and watched him with a loving smile.

“Will you miss me?”

He threw a quick glance at her. “Why not?”

Anvita mocked a sad face.

“That was so unromantic.”

Atul closed his briefcase and forced a smile.

“I will miss you, sure, my dear!”

“Promise?”

“Promise!” Atul said blankly.

He stood in front of the mirror and checked himself. Anvita got up and hugged him from behind.

“You look tensed. What’s the matter, honey?”

“I am tensed,” he admitted. “This deal has high stakes.”

“Are you going to remove Shreyas from his office?”

“That is not my intention. I have sympathy for him. He is a simple man; always there, helping me. If he loses his job, I will feel guilty. But that’s not gonna stop me from going up. I am the best, I deserve the best.”

He turned to her and kissed her on her forehead.

“You will get this deal, Atul. You are the best.”

Anvita kissed him back.

When he left, Anvita thought about Shreyas. I have sympathy for him. He’s a simple man; always there, helping me. If he loses his job, I will feel guilty. She remembered Atul’s words.

No, he’s not a simple man, Atul. Don’t be sympathetic. Don’t feel guilty for his loss. Because he tried his best to take what is yours. Now it’s your chance. Claim what so far belonged to him. Claim it from him.

Anvita smiled.

She was not certainly agitated against Shreyas. She just loved Atul too much. She wanted him to win every race he was in.

When Anvita walked back to her house her eyes fell at the closed door opposite. She remembered dad's words. Rajat was back to meet Neeti when Mohit went out of town. It was a big lie that Rajat was going to move on. He's still waiting for opportunity. When it strikes, he'll show his true colours.

And Anvita expected him to make a move at Atul's absence. And he did, in the evening, as he phoned her.

“Shall we go for a dinner tonight?”

Anvita was expecting his move.

“Not today, Rajat.” She said readily.

“You are avoiding me, aren’t you? It is the hundredth time that you are refusing me. You don’t refuse to Shreyas like this, do you?”

“No, Rajat. It’s not like that. I have a guest.”

“Guest?”

“Yeah, my cousin brother is here.”

She was thinking about Prithvi. For her, he was the safest guy on the earth.

She phoned Prithvi immediately.

“Can you come tonight? Atul is not here… And I'm feeling bored here.”

She did not tell him about Rajat.

Prithvi arrived two hours later.

“What took you so long?”

“I was getting ready.”

Anvita laughed, “Ready for what? Do you think it’s a date?”

“For me it’s a date. Tell me how do I look?”

“You look handsome, now. But it is not gonna last much. Because I am gonna make you wear my churidar and then you will look beautiful.”

Anvita laughed.

His eyes grew wider, “Really? I am gonna really love it then.”

Anvita pushed him away, laughingly, “Pervert! Look at your perverted face.”

Anvita had almost had the dinner ready. When it was over, she made coffee and they sat in front of the TV.

It had begun to rain outside. When Anvita returned to kitchen, Prithvi followed her, talking to her.

“Did you never have a girlfriend?”

She asked him once.

“Twice. Twice, I had girlfriends.”

He sat cross-legged on the couch and told the stories of his two failed love stories. One was in high college.

“Her name was Sneha. She was my best friend for two years.”

But she ended the friendship when he proposed her.

“Really? That's the reason?”

Anvita asked.

“It's true,” and Prithvi thought he learned something from it, and he refrained from proposing the next girl he fell for.

“We were both sixteen. She was from another batch and we me became friends during cultural program. When she had to conduct surveys and I helped her to collect samples. We used to hang out and take rides together.”

Prithvi spoke with a simper. His eyes shone in the memory of the girl and the fun he shared with her.

“She had a really sweet voice, like yours, and she would sing only for me, that too, when I force her for long.”

One day they went to a film and that's when they kissed for the first time. Prithvi thought he was quite lucky.

“And I thought she liked me really. I was an idiot.”

“When one boy from our senior batch proposed her she readily accepted it!”

“That's so bad.”

“Yeah, it was really bad.”

“What did you do then?”

“What can I do? My friends were all over me, killing me with teases,” Prithvi laughed. “Tell me about your first love.”

He demanded.

It instantly brought a smile on Anvita’s face.

“First love!”

She kept smiling. “It’s not actually love. It was just a feeling that was you know, unknown.”

“Tell me more.”

“We were in twelfth. I liked him and he liked me. We walked together; hang out together, so the other students said we were lovers. His friends said we were nice couple, so he bought me more ice creams and chocolates. Isn’t it how it works? But I always knew I was not his lover. I just liked him. You know, it was damn sure such relationships have no future unless you are truly into it.”

“So you broke it?”

“One day we went to an internet café. It had nice, small cabins and two small chairs in them. You know how those cabins are, don’t you? So in this café, we sat together. And you know, he tried to kiss me.”

“Just tried?”

“Don’t interrupt me, boy. Mmm… yes. He kissed me.”

“And then?”

Prithvi could not keep from asking.

“Then I panicked.”

“Oh, no! Didn’t you like it?”

“I liked it. It was my first kiss. But I panicked. I was supposed to, right? So I broke friendship with him.”

“Sad story!”

“Yeah. Sad story.” Anvita laughed with him.

“So, that was the first love. Second? Third?”

“There is second. But it’s not the usual one. It was a taboo stuff; an affair involving my teacher.”

“Teacher?” Prithvi’s eyes widened.

“He was a professor in my college. He was much older than me; actually, like, twenty years older. He was very strict and always angry, with a never smiling face. He was very angry with me too. Nobody knew a thing about him except his name. A total mystery…uff!”

Anvita shook her head slowly as if to bring him back in front of her eyes.

“But one day, he was forced to join the college excursion in the absence of a senior staff. That’s when I knew his better side. Only I knew of that, actually. Since then he was friendly with me, and he carried a soft corner for me. We even had small coffee dates many times though they weren’t dates in any way. But you know, I don’t remember him ever cracking a joke. That was him!

I visited him once at his home. Only once. His wife had been bedridden for more than a decade.”

Anvita’s face was now calm, filled with empathy.

“His wife had met with an accident eleven years ago. They had a child who died in that accident. And he looked after his ailing wife. It was a real sob-story. When I saw the woman – she had a beautiful smile that was so only because of him – I instantly fell for him. He was…”

Anvita suddenly found it difficult to talk.

“It was a sudden flow of emotion so unknown to me… I… I didn’t know what it was.”

She paused for a moment. “Perhaps you may call it empathy or complete lack of conscience; I ended up being intimate with him. There, while his wife lay in her room… I was like… I had fallen for her husband.”

Prithvi looked on, as Anvita struggled to hide her rising heartbeats. “After that day, he was so guilt-ridden – I was still his student; and the best one in his class – he feared it would ruin my career and life. He chose to restrict himself. He remained to show softness toward me but we never shared a coffee out or a handshake since then. I too respected him so much that I chose to follow his decision. It proved best for me as I excelled in the final exams. After my college days, I have never seen him.”

“Well, one question: what do you mean by getting intimate? You had sex?”

“No,” Anvita blinked. “I didn't mean that.” Her voice was low despite a calculated effort to remain normal.

Prithvi nodded. He believed her.

“Do you remember him?”

“No.”

Her reply was quick.

“Why not?”
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