Adultery No One Dies a Saint [Completed]

It seemed a perfect day for Atul. He woke up with mesmerising memories of the previous night, with a vision of his gorgeous woman crying out of indefinable joy. He had helped her visit the heavenly place not once but twice.

Every day, he promised himself many times, every day I’ll do it from now. I’ll make her scream louder.

In the morning, after Prithvi's leaving, Atul wanted to go to bed again. Looking at her soft lips and shining eyes for three seconds was enough to make him hard again. However, Anvita feared they would be late for work and he was forced to push down the temptation.

When Anvita joked about who he was planning to bring for dinner next, he thought about the dinner promise he had made to Rajat. That’s not needed now. Atul thought. His ingenious methods to control your hormones are not needed anymore. Atul was going to say, “no more dinner to anyone; it’s only us…” but then he thought he should actually throw a dinner to Rajat; to celebrate why I don’t need his help anymore. Atul acknowledged it with pride.

“Rajat,” he said. “We had promised him, remember?"

Anvita was staring at him, amused. He looked into her eyes. “We have talked about this. I won’t drink more than two tots. It will be just a formality. I promise you.”

Anvita was still not so happy. Atul ignored it.

He knew there was nothing to worry about.

Great things were awaiting him in the office. When he walked in he was welcomed with applause by his colleagues. He saw Maniesh Sain, dashingly dressed in a black suit, emerging from them.

“Welcome to our Strategic Officer.”

Atul was stunned. Maniesh came forward and shook his hand.

“Here comes your package, Atul; the reward that you deserve. We're looking for men like you, and we've found you. You're a big player, Atul; we've come to know…”

Atul thanked him and everyone else, as people gathered around to congratulate him.

Later he sat down and went through the detailed mail from Walzec Systems Pvt Ltd. addressed to him. The appointment was a new position assigned to his office and he had to know what was in the offer. When his eyes stuck on the salary scale which had gone for a heavy hike, he was left to wonder whether it’s happening in real or not.

He was going to throw in a party for all.

Atul phoned Anvita and shared the good news. She was ecstatic.

“Wow. I am gonna give you a special treat tonight.”

“Like last night?”

“Last night you were special. Tonight is mine.”

Atul laughed, fondly thinking of what she was going to do that night.

When he phoned Ridhima she congratulated him and wished him all the success. She wanted to meet him in person.

“I have a story to tell you. Can you come to Mumbai?”

She asked.

“When?”

“Sooner the better. I have only you to tell this.”

Atul promised he would think about it. She deserved respect, Atul thought. She was also a part of his efforts that had fetched him the unexpected success.

The night belonged to Anvita and she delivered what she had promised as she swirled her tongue around the bulbous head of his dick while stroking with her hand. It was before dinner. When he was about to cum, she began to jerk back at first, then looking up into his eyes, she opened her mouth.

“In my mouth...”

Atul's left palm went behind her head, and holding through her hair he let the thick stream of cum spurt into her mouth. Anvita kept her mouth open while he jerked it all, and then ran to the washroom.

“I thought you'd swallow.”

Atul quipped later.

“I'm adjusting with the taste. Next time I'll swallow.”

She smiled.

After dinner, they made love again. This time it was Atul's turn and he took her to the heights of pleasure by plunging into her sensual hole with his tongue first and manhood later.

She watched in wonder when he pulled out and ejaculated over her belly. He lifted her legs over his shoulder and then pushed him down over her to enter her again, this time driving her to a loud cry before filling her with another shot of his love juice.

Next day Atul assumed his office and moved into his exclusive office cabin. A group of seven staff was assigned to work under him for the initial phase. Mr Madhav Singh, a forty-year-old man with a gentle smile, joined them as the interim operational head.

Walzec had done the thing. Shreyas was fired.

That evening he sat with Rajat and broke the news with him.

“That's great news man!” He shook hands with Atul over the table. “Congrats, buddy!”

“Thanks, friend!”

“You're welcome but it isn't enough...”

“Yeah, why not? Drinks on me!”

“Drinks are already on me, it's my turn today.”

“Then?”

“Throw something else!”

“Dinner?”

“One dinner is already coming. Remember?”

Atul smiled, “That dinner isn't needed now, Rajat. I gotta tell you something about it.”

“What!”

Rajat stared at him.

“I've improved. I... I found a way.”

“What way?”

Atul leaned forward. “I've found a way to make Anvita happy. You know what I mean.”

Rajat looked at him in disbelief.

“You gave her all the fun?”

“You won't believe it?”

“I am envious, man. I mean, I'm happy you did it but how?”

“I found a new trick.”

“Oh. That's great. That's great. That's... That's really really great. She happy now?”

“Yeah. She is.”

“What did she say?”

“What would she say? She's happy...”

“I mean... She said she got it, didn't she?”

“You wanna ask her?”

“I'd love to. I mean, I'm so happy for you, man! I think today's drinks should be on you. It's your day!”

“I told you.”

Their chat proceeded to other topics and after some time Rajat brought back the subject.

“So, that means our dinner is not happening?”

“Yeah. I think I've figured it out. We don't need to work on it. Thanks for the help anyway man.”

Rajat nodded, “Okay, I'm so glad to see you happy. I'm gonna ask you about that trick, later. Now tell me what next. You wanna hit Neeti?”

“What, no!" Atul laughed, "Come on Rajat; that was just a mistake. You should believe me."

"That's okay, I understand. But this is your chance. Neeti doesn't have a nice image about you. You should change that. It's your chance."

Atul shook his head. "I'm grateful to God that it didn't work well that day. I'm perfectly okay with what Neeti thinks of me. All that matters to me is Anvi's happiness."

"I can't believe you're saying this! You don't know what you're missing out here. Neeti is the ultimate bomb, dude. If you think you really have cracked this trick whatever it may be, then you must use it on Neeti. Especially because she had a crush on you. If you spend one night with her, she's gonna do anything for you. Do you know what I mean? Everything! You understand that?”

Atul looked at him for long, baffled.

“You must be wondering why I'm telling you this, now," Rajat explained. "It is because right now I'm in a position to talk with Neeti about this. I'm going to stop seeing her; Pooja is coming home in a few weeks. Mohit isn't giving her much fun; it's not a secret for both of us. What I'm telling you is this is your chance before she's hooked by someone. She's too good to let go, Atul. She's that good."

"Come on, Rajat. I know how sexy Neeti is. But I'm just happy with what Anvita provides me. I'll consider your advice when I get bored of her. I hope it never happens."

"Ouch! That proves something, Atul. You are really unbreakable.”

Later Rajat mentioned the dinner again.

“The dinner for promotion - it’s on, isn’t it?”

“You tell me.”

“Let’s do it as we fixed it. This Friday.”

“Okay.”

“I have that dress we bought for Anvita ready. Don’t say no to that.”

“Is it really needed now?”

“Are you asking me to throw it away? You bought this for your wife, man. She’s gonna love it. Don’t worry about it. You just tell me what time I should knock on your door?”

“You don’t have to knock, buddy. You can use the doorbell.”

Atul quipped.

Wednesday morning Atul flew to Mumbai. When he arrived at Ridhima's apartment, she welcomed him at the door, and Atul saw a man sitting in the living room. More than his grey unshaved facial hair and half-bald head the arrogant look on his face made Atul recognise him easily. It was Sudhakar, Ridhima's husband.

Sudhakar looked pissed off, and Atul's friendly smile didn’t yield any response. Atul wondered if Sudhakar remembered him. They had met only once, and it was many months ago.

Ridhima came forward and hugged him. Atul was startled and he struggled to keep his face straight and formal. Sudhakar looked on like an injured animal.

“I am sorry Atul. I couldn’t make it to the airport.” Ridhima told Atul. “I missed you so much. How was the journey?”

Atul sensed something wrong with her. He had called her when he landed and she was now repeating what she had already told him over the phone. Atul looked into her eyes. In a black kurta and white pyjama and devoid of any makeup on her face, she looked a homely woman. A perfect housewife from outside, but far from it inside.

“You look tired. What happened to you?”

She smiled, “I am okay, Atul.”

She turned to Sudhakar. “Sudhakar, this is Atul, my friend. Atul, this is Sudhakar.”

She didn’t say ‘my husband’. Sudhakar looked at him hatefully.

“Friend or boyfriend?”

He grunted.

Atul wanted to throw him off the building.

“Take whatever you want, but you have to leave now, Sudhakar.”

Ridhima said calmly.

“No, you tell me this. He’s your boyfriend, right?”

“Yes.” Came her reply. “He’s my boyfriend.”

Atul's face paled.

“I knew this!” Sudhakar yelled. “I knew this! I knew you’d be fucking around with young men from your office. I know you have a big position in Chetak and you can lure anyone to your bed. I know how easy it is for you to fool these men but not me. I am not going to let you live in peace. I am not going to give you a divorce. Not in this life. You have spoilt my life, my dreams and everything. I am not going to let you live in peace.”

He turned and grabbed his briefcase from the couch. He stepped close to Atul and shook his head.

“I can see what you are after, boy. She’s not gonna give it. I’m not gonna let you enjoy it. I am her husband. Legal husband. You know that?”

Atul was going to face him.

“Sudhakar, leave! I am telling you.”

Ridhima's voice rose.

“What?”

He turned to her.

“Speak with respect. He’s gonna take your place one day. Legal husband. Now get out!”

Ridhima said with her voice firm and eyes blazing. Sudhakar stared at her and then at Atul for a second and stormed away. Ridhima's servant Neelam opened the door for him.

“Wait,” Atul said before Neelam closed the door. “I should also leave.”

He turned to Anvita.

“So that’s what you think of me? But I like to keep my life simple, Ridhima. Good luck!”

He said and walked out, furious.

“Atul!”

He heard Ridhima's voice, and he didn’t stop. His steps got only faster and he chose to walk down the stairs, having lost patience to wait for the escalator.

Fifteen minutes later he was waiting for a cab in front of the apartment complex. He got into the first cab, a three-wheeler, he found outside and said, “Airport.”

What the fuck! He rued.

He could only blame himself. I have a story to tell you. That was all she had to tell him to persuade him to book a flight ticket to Mumbai. Looking back he could not believe why he did that. He could have asked her to tell the story over the phone.

“He’s gonna take your place one day. Legal husband.” How could she say that? Is it what she wants from me?

Upon reaching the airport, Atul was hurrying toward the booking counters when he heard her voice again.

“Atul.”

Ridhima held his hand and stopped him. Atul turned and looked into her wet eyes.

“Don’t go. Please.”

Her voice was weak and lowly, Atul could barely hear it.

“I should go, Ridhima. This is not right.”

Atul moved back.

“Please Atul. I made a mistake. I didn’t mean to say that in a conscious state. I was really angry with Sudhakar and I just wanted to piss him off.”

“Well, you pissed me off.”

Atul said.

“I know. I am sorry for that. Please don’t go.”

Atul stared at her for a long moment, keeping his silence.

“This isn’t you Atul. I have no plan to make you my…fuck…” She looked away for a second. “…my legal husband! What the fuck is that in the first place!”

Atul couldn’t stop the quick smile that came to his lips.

Ridhima forwarded her hand to him. “If you leave like this I’m gonna sign up for a gender reassignment surgery, only to make a point to you.”

“Enough. Enough. Don’t do that.” Atul quickly grabbed her hand. “I mean, don’t crack such bad jokes.”

Ridhima laughed, finally.

“Come home.”

She said.

Atul nodded.

After sliding into the car with her, Atul placed his palm over hers.

“I am sorry, I overreacted.”

Ridhima smiled.

“No. I overreacted, actually. I don’t know what had got into me.”

Ridhima had taken a day off for him. She had arranged for a fabulous lunch at home for him. But Sudhakar's untimely entry had spoilt everything.

Ridhima talked the usual stuff during lunch.

“You had a story to tell me. I hope I didn’t miss that one.”

Atul reminded her.

Ridhima's face darkened.

After the lunch, Ridhima sent Neelam home. Then she sat with him in the hall.

“It’s not a story Atul. It’s a very painful experience. I haven’t told anyone. I have none to share this with.”

Her voice was grim.

Atul nodded understandingly.

“Tell me.”

Ridhima's eyes remained stuck on the floor and she began to speak.

“Last time when you were here, we did have lunch with your close friend Maniesh. Have you met him after that?”

Atul stared at her for a moment, wondering how Maniesh came suddenly into their conversation.

“I didn’t mean to question you, Atul. I’m just curious for a reason.”

“I met him this Monday after that. But I have been in touch with him regularly after that, because of professional reasons.”

“And he didn’t tell you anything about me?”

“Absolutely nothing.”

Ridhima took a long breath.

“I had met him after that lunch, at the airport. Two days after. I believe it was pure coincidence. We had coffee and we had a very personal chat. I mean we didn’t speak anything professionally yet we spent like half an hour in the café. I spoke a little about my personal life, which I don’t do normally, I mean I never do that. He was a little persuasive to know about me, I must admit, and I allowed him to speak about you. He spoke about how he had felt you wanted him to get a little close to me. He expected you to be amused to see us together – him and me. That was amusing, even to me, actually. And I didn’t have the guts to ask you about that. I am not judging you, but deep in my heart, I… he made me believe it. I never trust men like that but I did it with him. He invited me to his place. I refused though, politely, of course. I even promised to visit him later.

When we parted he asked me if liked surprises. Assuming from the flow of the conversation, he was clearly indicating to drop at my place. I could see it very well that he was hinting to drop by. I could see it, he was into me. I think you know this. We had joked about it. I told him I prefer to give surprises. I didn’t mean to drop by his place then, but a couple of weeks ago I happened to be at a place near to his – where he had taken us after the concert. You remember that night when I…when I almost crossed the line, don’t you? I decided to surprise him, like, on an impulse. I went to his place. I went to his place; it was like five o’clock in the evening, but to my surprise, someone else answered the door. His name was…Shrivastav; he introduced himself as the owner of the house. It was his apartment and he lived there. But I was sure it was the same apartment we had gone; I mean how can I forget it? The inscription ‘MS’ on the door was still there. I was puzzled. I phoned Maniesh but he didn’t pick up. Shrivastav said Maniesh is his friend and he too tried to contact Maniesh but in vain. He said Maniesh must be busy and he should call back; he suggested me to wait for him. I…I agreed. I went in and his housekeeper served me soft drinks. Shrivastav told me he’s a businessman and a very close friend of Maniesh. Sometimes he allowed Maniesh to stay over, that’s it. I started to believe everything he said. It was irrelevant to me. I was waiting for Maniesh. And out of the blue, this motherfucker is telling me, Maniesh might take some time to come, so let’s have some fun.”

“What!”

Atul had verbalised his shock.

“Yes. He invited me. He said he’s in a very good mood and he promised me a very good time. Fuck! Good time, in his bed! I refused, of course. I got up immediately and began to leave. But he is suddenly holding my hand; he dragged me – he was really a monster – he dragged me and even lifted me on his shoulder. I fought hard but the bastard took me to his bedroom – the same fucking bed – bullshit I can’t tell you about that. “

Ridhima panted and stopped as if she did not want to recollect the moment.

“Ridhima?”

Atul touched her hand.

“I fought him. I slapped him and I ran out. I ran out. Out of the room and out of the apartment. I want to forget how I felt when I stood in the lift. I have never felt like that in my life. I felt like a woman in her most vulnerable moment of life. I am forty years old. I run an entire office. I have so much power. But inside those four walls, in the lift, I was like a child. I was scared like shit. Do you know what I was scared of? I was scared of running into him when the lift opened. I thought he would grab me and carry me on his shoulders like a piece of meat and dump me into his bed and again force upon me. It was like I had believed that I was trapped like a mouse. It was shit. It was hopeless. It was so insulting.”

Ridhima wiped her forehead roughly and squeezed her eyes shut and took a deep breath. When she opened her eyes, rage dominated them.

“And did he…?”

“No. He didn’t come out to chase me. I escaped. Escaped!” Ridhima laughed a little, sardonically. “Escaped. Ridhima Sachdev. Executive Director of Chetak Engineering Pvt Ltd. narrowly escaped from a rat. Do you know what makes me hate the most about it? It’s a filthy shit feeling that comes from inside, that my dignity was at stake in there! Now that means somebody was there to think for one moment he can take away my dignity. I don’t have this Bhartiya Naari type shit in me but I hate to think somebody dared to threaten me just because I am a woman. I ran away from him. My self-esteem took a hit that day, Atul. It took a bloody hit!”

Ridhima shook her head repeatedly.

Atul couldn’t say anything. He didn’t know how to say what.

“And then, there was Maniesh. I was shocked, shaken, and I was equally angry. I was able to talk to him later that night. I wanted to teach his friend a lesson. But strange! Maniesh doesn’t want to go against his friend. He’s rather busy advising me with shit; he’s saying any legal action would attract unwanted media attraction but justice. He’s right it would attract a lot of media shit but what puzzled me was his lack of concern for my well-being after all the enthusiasm he had shown to befriend me. I feel like a stupid woman. His only intention was to have a go at it with me. He has never tried to contact me let alone comfort me or get his awful friend to show some shame. I don’t want to see Shrivastav’s face ever again, but being a friend it was Maniesh's duty to make him apologise. Do you know what he told me? Shrivastav tried to persuade me to sleep with him and I refused. I went home safely. Now it’s wiser to sleep safely than to pick up dogfight with him.”

Ridhima took a pause.

“If, if Maniesh had at least told you about all this, I would have considered him a human being. Maybe he has too much feeling for his friend. But you are also his friend, as much as I know. He should tell you something, shouldn’t he?”

“He didn’t tell me anything.”

“I know that. I trust you. That’s why I am telling you all this. Initially, I was hungry for revenge. I even considered hiring someone to kill that bastard. Fuck! Now I am okay. I hate to say I am okay. I feel like I should have got bangd that day so that I would go against the whole world and screw him. But there was no bang; he just mauled my breasts over my clothes and some press here and there. There is no point in joining the MeToo campaign. It will just make him famous and make me…”

She paused, as Atul took her hand in his.

“I am sorry for what happened, Ridhima. I didn’t know anything about Maniesh apart from what you already knew. To me, he was really interested in you, in a way acceptable by our societal standards.”

Ridhima nodded, slowly.

“You know what Atul? I think I have now come to understand what makes men. They can’t be trusted. I don’t want to mingle with anyone in my life. Even Sudhakar is one of them. You heard what he did say. He won’t give me freedom, and he wants my wealth. He wants a major share.”

“But why? How can he threaten you like that?”

“That’s the thing, Atul. My destiny has it against me. Inside, I am a pathetic human being. I have this contemptuous feeling about me that I can’t give him an heir.”

“That’s bullshit.”

“It is. I know it is. But it is also true, Atul. I can’t bear a child for him. I am infertile. He is using me but what can I do?”

Suddenly her eyes were wet. Next moment, tears rolled down her cheeks.

“Ridhima, this is really bad. This isn’t you that I know. You are looking at only one side of it and you are worried about it. You should pause and think about that rat – Shrivastav. What he would have done when you slapped him on the face and managed to slip away from his hands? Do you think he could have laughed?”

Ridhima's eyes ascended to his face.

“No,” Atul went on. “He must have felt a loser. He must have felt like shit because you kicked his ass and more importantly, denied him. Why do you think he didn’t chase you afterwards? Because he admitted he can’t get you. Tell me who won?”

Ridhima's eyes continued to leak tears but she seemed oblivious of it.

“Me?”

“Yes, you! You won. And he didn’t apologise because he’s the one whose ego took a bloody hit that day. He’s hiding. Can’t you see that?”

Ridhima sat up straight and opened her mouth and took a long breath in.

“I didn’t see that. I…”

“About Maniesh you got nothing to worry. Because you’ve found out what a scumbag he is. It’s about him. It’s not about you. Forget him. And Sudhakar; he can’t even recognise me. He mistook me for your staff or something. I suggest you laugh at him and at everything he says. Next time you tell him we made love after he left. Perhaps he must be already thinking about it.”

A smile suddenly blossomed into her lips and vanished.

“I will. Surely I will.”

“Good. I promise you I won’t be pissed off.”
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