Adultery No One Dies a Saint [Completed]

Atul reached for her face and wiped off tears. He sat closer and put his arm around her. Ridhima leaned to him and submitted herself into his embrace.

“It's going to be alright, I promise you.”

Atul whispered. Ridhima looked up into his eyes.

“Yes. I know.”

Atul's eyes descended from her eyes to her nose and then to her lips. He touched her cheek and ran the tip of his fingers downward and wiped a small drop of tear from the side of her lips. She parted her lips slightly; Atul saw the slight wetness of saliva between them. Atul smiled embarrassingly and looked away.

Ridhima began to move away but his arm didn't loosen. He didn't want to let her go for a moment. Ridhima touched his face too.

“What happened?”

Atul smiled.

“You are a tough woman, Ridhima. Trust me.”

“I trust only you. And I am lucky to have you by me. My only bad is it took me so long to find you. Why didn’t you exist in my life before that?”

“We can’t go back and rewrite our destiny. We have to look forward.”

“I don’t want to look forward. I want to stay at this moment.”

Ridhima's palms pressed against his chest. Her eyes shone. He saw love in her eyes.

“Please. Let me stay in your hands; let me feel like I belong to you. Please.”

Atul couldn’t look away from her eyes.

“I am here only, Ridhima. I am not going anywhere.”

He knew where it was going. But he had already given her the hope. He was her only hope. He couldn’t see anything else at that moment.

His face moved forward and his lips pressed lightly on her forehead. Ridhima closed her eyes and he felt her body getting softer in his arms. He kissed lightly again. And again. Each time his lips came downward, over her eyes one by one, and over nose and cheeks one by one, and then he finally he brought it to her lips. He tasted her saliva and he knew the warmth of her mouth, and then his lips refused to part from her. The kiss grew slowly and Ridhima let him explore her mouth. And then he began to slowly suck her lips. His tongue explored in and out of her mouth as the kiss intensified. They stopped in between but only to quickly go back to it.

It had begun slowly. But it had begun.

Atul's hands had begun to move along the sides of her body. Ridhima sat up and pressed her torso into him while still being kissed.

“Atul...”

She whispered when he stopped, finally. Atul looked deep into her eyes, and he saw a soul longing for love.

“Ridhima...”

He leaned forward and brought his lips again to her mouth, and this time his left hand went directly to her chest. And everything changed.

Atul pressed his palm over the softness of her breasts and very soon he unzipped her kurta from behind. It got loose and he slipped it off her shoulder quickly.

“Ridhima...”

Atul broke the kiss and looked into her eyes.

“I'm not going to stop this time,” he warned.

Ridhima was panting already.

“I don't want you to...”

It was a whisper came from her heart. Atul's face sank into her neck and soon dived into her breasts, still covered by her bra. Atul pulled down her kurta and Ridhima helped him by freeing her hands of its sleeves. Her kurta lay wrinkled around her waist. He ran his fingers along her smooth skin over her chest clad in a white bra.

“You look perfect.”

Ridhima smiled shyly, “stop staring at me like this…”

Perhaps the broad daylight embarrassed her, Atul thought.

“Take off your bra,” he said. “I want to see you.”

“Oh...”

She began to say something but Atul's hand had already reached behind her and she leaned slightly forward to allow him to unhook it. It was tough to do, especially without looking, and he couldn't unhook it even after multiple tries.

“What's happening?”

She asked.

“What's wrong with your bra?”

“Don't tell me you're a first-timer.”

Ridhima joked. Atul was embarrassed slightly but he was happy to see her being able to joke about this. She was back into her witty self.

“This is getting funny...”

He said.

Ridhima began to reach behind her to unhook it herself, but Atul had already put his hand inside her bra cup to pull out her soft melons. He pushed her down on the couch and sucked on the nipples.

“Mmm… worth it.”

He quipped after a quick suck. Ridhima laughed shyly. She pulled up her kurta to hide her breasts.

“I am shy. There is too much light here,” she complained. “Let’s go to the bedroom.”

She added and Atul hesitated. Ridhima grabbed his arm quickly.

“Atul…”

Atul looked at her.

“Make love to me, please.”

Atul smiled and gave her a quick kiss. “Of course we’re going to make love. Don’t embarrass me.”

Ridhima laughed. She was happy. She was stupid. She was frank. And she was lovely. Atul sat up and pulled her pyjama and panty down. He saw her neatly trimmed love centre, opening for him. She made no attempt to stop him.

Atul took a look and then went all the way down to put his mouth into the triangle. Ridhima was taken aback, startled, perhaps at the sudden shift of an emotional yet reluctant lovemaking into a sexual encounter with unbridled lust. She let out a hiss as Atul's tongue found her clit and spoke a deal with it. He sucked her inner lips, flicked his tongue inside her, and sucked her even more. Ridhima breathed harder, and her breathing – especially her exhalation – became noisy. And then she cried, “Atul… please… please… I can’t take it!”

Atul got up and knelt between her, spreading her legs wider, with his right knee on the edge of the sofa. He pulled down his pants and took out his erect pole. Ridhima had her eyes shut, and Atul went down, with a soft push he went inside her. He saw her soft belly quivering, and she grabbed at the top edge of the backrest of the sofa. Atul adjusted himself a couple of times and then began to drive into her comfortably. He hadn’t felt how erect he was until then and suddenly he felt he was longing for it since long. His mind went back to the night he had taken her for dinner for the first time, and he remembered him dreaming of making love to her. Atul still had the vision of Ridhima coming down her apartment in a white and navy blue sleeveless sheath dress that ended right at her knee and how hot she had looked then. And he remembered all the many moments in which he could have mated with her but instead chose to restrain himself.

And she was lying here, finally, welcoming his manhood with all the love and affection in the world. Even her husband wouldn’t have got this much love. Atul felt blessed and he felt loved. At that moment, he didn’t think about Anvita.

He pushed down harder into her, and the spring action inside the sofa made her jerk up in response. The squeaking sound of the sofa almost made up for the lack of noise from Ridhima. She seemed to be the silent type in bed. Her eyes were closed, lips partially open, and quivering with each time Atul stuck in his dick deep into her. Atul put his left hand under her back and straightened his left leg and began to pound hard. It felt so good and perfect and very soon he was on the edge.

“I am going to pull out.”

He grunted, breathing heavily. Ridhima opened her eyes, “no! You don’t have to. I am safe…I mean I am the safest… I can show you my reports if you insist…”

Her self-deprecating joke made Atul giggle honestly, and he let it flow into her.

He felt his dick throbbing inside her and shooting a huge cum load inside. He panted and it came to his mind how he had been doing it in the past, letting himself drain completely. When he was done, when he pulled out his semi-limp dick, he was apologetic but Ridhima's cheerful eyes made him happy for letting it go.

He got up and pulled up his pants and smiled at her.

“I am so happy,” Ridhima said, adjusting her clothes. Atul sat with her and she got up reluctantly. “I need to go to the washroom, I think…”

Atul laughed. “Please. It’s your home, don’t be shy!”

Ridhima laughed shyly and ran to her room.

When she returned, she desired to see a photo of Anvita. Atul showed one on his mobile phone. Ridhima was astonished.

“Oh my god, she’s so beautiful.”

Atul saw her eyes turning wet.

“What happened?”

He held her in his arms as if to comfort her.

“She’s…she’s…I can’t believe I brought you to this. She doesn’t deserve this.”

Ridhima cried.

Atul felt for her. It was his tears that were coming through her eyes, he felt.

“It is not your fault, Ridhima. It is your destiny. I am here because I am in your destiny.”

Ridhima stared at him.

“I don’t know how to thank you. Promise me you’ll never tell her about me. I don’t want to give her even a hint of what I have done to her.”

“She will never know.”

“I will never…” She paused and sighed. “Look at her beautiful face. Like an angel. She’s so young. You are also young. I should have thought about me.”

Atul shook his head sideways. “Why are you comparing? I had told you this the first day we met. You are a perfect woman. That’s why I am here. Beauty comes from inside. You are beautiful from inside and outside. Open your eyes. I am the one who should be regretting. But I am not thinking about it. Sometimes I have no control over my life and I have to accept that. You have come to my life; I tried enough to stop you. I am done with that. I want you to be happy.”

Ridhima looked at him and shook her head. Atul wiped her tears.

“You have nothing to worry. I will never tell her or anyone. This is just a day in our busy lives. It should pass.”

Ridhima smiled and nodded. Still, there was a pang of sadness in her eyes.

“Come with me.”

Atul walked her to the bedroom and made her stand in front of the mirror.

“Look at you. Smile at yourself. See how beautiful you are. I can see this, why not you? I have told you this. Men go crazy for you.”

Ridhima smiled slowly.

“Yeah, I understand.”

“Do you?”

Atul stood behind her and hugged her.

“Yes. But I am not as pretty as Anvita. That never goes out of my mind.”

“Why comparing yourself with her?”

“I am no match for you.”

“I thought you were brilliant a few moments ago.”

Atul eyed at her in the reflection. Ridhima's eyes shone.

“Me? You were brilliant, actually.”

Atul looked into her eyes, through the mirror.

“Let me show you how beautiful you are.”

He lifted her kurta and took it off her. He saw Ridhima's breasts starting to rise with her heartbeats. He unhooked her bra straps – effortlessly, this time – and Ridhima protested. He held her arms down, and removed her bra and tossed it away. Her naked breasts were on full display. Her face turned red. She couldn’t look into his eyes.

Atul bent down and slid down her pyjama along with her panty, and brought it down to her ankles before making her step out of it. She stood there completely naked.

“Look at you now, Ridhima.”

Atul said, standing behind her, with his palms resting on either side of her shoulders.

Ridhima was still trying to block his view with her hands across her chest, but Atul pulled them down, forcefully. Her breasts sagged a little, but they were big enough to make Atul long for it. He reached around her and touched her nipples with his fingers.

“Your beauty makes me crazy and dumb. It’s amazing. I’m not gonna give you peace now.”

He whispered.

“I don’t want peace.”

Ridhima smiled.

Atul wanted to take her to the bed again, right away. Her beautiful slightly-fat belly trembled with her escalating breaths. Ridhima wanted to move away but Atul made her stay.

“Please.”

She pled.

“No. I want to enjoy your beauty.”

“Then get rid of your clothes too. Let me enjoy yours too.”

She said.

“Okay.”

Atul quickly shed his clothes. When he dropped his brief, his dick jumped out and stood erect.

“Wow.”

Ridhima said.

“Is that it?”

Atul teased her.

Ridhima stared at him for a long moment and then knelt in front of him, smiling.

“You are so crazy.”

She reached for his dick and her delicate fingers were soon wrapped around it. And then, she moved even closer. She brought her face an inch away from its head and then looked up into his eyes.

“May I?”

Atul caressed her cheek. “No. Don’t do this. I’m gonna tell everyone about it.”

Ridhima giggled and pushed it into her mouth.

Her mouth was warm. She took it to the back of her throat all the way and then pulled it out. His dick was now shining, smeared with her saliva. Ridhima licked her lips seductively and then lifted it a little to lick under it with the flat of her tongue, from the base to the tip. Her tongue moved delicately caressing the veins under it, and Atul was astonished at the pleasure it gave him.

“That was so good, Ridhima.”

“I am no expert in this.”

She said humbly.

“Then your skills are god given. Please use it on me.”

Atul said.

Ridhima giggled and then again pushed it all the way into her mouth.

She started bobbing her head. Atul was helplessly seduced by her.

“Oh… yes… so good… oh my… Ridhima you are so good… “

He encouraged her with words and slow pats on her cheeks. She moved her head for ten minutes and then took out and panted.

“I am sorry. My…” She wiped her lips. “It’s aching.”

“It’s okay.”

Atul bent down and kissed at her mouth. It was a big, soul-sucking smooch. Her lips had become even softer because of the nonstop rubbing with his hard penis.

“You are great.”

He said and pulled up her.

“Wait. I’ll do it with my hand.”

She offered.

“Not with your hand, honey.”

Atul said and led her to the bed. He laid her on her back and knelt between her. She was leaking profusely, he saw.

“Take me in.”

He said. Ridhima grabbed his shaft and guided him into her wet hole. Atul pushed and it went smoothly in, Ridhima let out a pleasant sound. Atul pushed again and again as if to meet the walls of her ovary. Ridhima was no more smiling. Her eyes were full of love, and he breathed harder.

“Atul…”

She touched his face and torso.

Atul lay on top of her and sealed her mouth with his; he darted his tongue into her mouth and Ridhima sucked it. He kept pounding her harder and deeper and finally Ridhima let out a moan, a scream. Atul learnt he had brought her an orgasm, and very soon he ejaculated inside her, pumping his semen deep inside her. They kissed and breathed heavily together, and when parted finally, they lay panting for long.

“If this is how you make love to your woman,” she said, “she is the luckiest one out there.”

“What about you?”

“I feel like I’ve been longing for this moment. I’ve never realised it but I do now.”

“It was long due. We were destined to end up like this. That’s life.”

Atul took a shower and got dressed. Ridhima had put on another kurta - a blue one with white flowers printed on it. She looked beautiful and calm. She had prepared coffee.

They sat in the hall and talked.

“You are right Atul. We are in each other’s destiny. But I have to respect you are a loving husband. I’ll never pursue you, though it’ll never forget you.”

Atul smiled.

“Thank you for saying this. I think I am gonna feel less regret about this.”

“Don’t be regretful. If I were your wife, I would have forgiven you, because you wouldn’t be guilty in front of the God I believe in.”

Atul nodded and remained silent.

“The thirst for vengeance had left me sleepless, and the inability to act was breaking me apart. But now, I am okay. You are a saviour, Atul. That’s why I feel I would have forgiven you if I were in the place of Anvita. Because I know you shared only a bodily comfort, not love. It’s charity, because the woman you gave it was longing for it, begging for it, for so long in her mind. This is what I’ve been waiting for so long. It was the best moment I’ve ever spent with a man. I…I’ll never have sex with anyone for the rest of my life. I want to live with this memory until my death. I’m going to adopt a child and find a new meaning for my life. I know you can’t love me, but I have known your care and your soul and I conceive it as your love. You had told me once there are good times and bad times. Now it’s going to be good times only. People like Sudhakar and Maniesh can’t take away that.”

Ridhima went on and on with her thoughts.

Atul spent the night with her, and they did not try to be intimate.

He took the early morning flight to New Delhi, and he felt absolutely normal about the previous day. There was no guilt.

Perhaps she was right. He thought. Even Anvita could forgive me.

He wondered if Anvita would ever know of it. He prayed she wouldn’t. She won’t.

He remembered Ankita and how happy she was after having sex with him. Both Ankita and Ridhima had perceived him as if a gift and credited him for giving their lives a new dimension. But whatever their say went, Atul had learnt a thing about women already, thanks to Leona, Neeti and Radhika: women are emotional creatures who can behave on impulses. They will tell lies; they will cheat and love at the same time.

It is not decided, it is their fate.

That night when he went to bed he couldn't make love to Anvita. In his sleep, he saw a dream in which demons were trying to take her away from him. Anvita was screaming for his help but his arms weren't strong enough to protect her. The demons were laughing at him as if they knew he wasn't capable of it. Atul woke up, shaken with disgust.

Suddenly he was struck with remorse. He had done bad things and he had lost the power to save her. Atul put his arms around her - yet in a peaceful sleep - protectively. It was his woman. It was who he belonged to.

It's just a dream. Atul tried to solace himself. But the effect of the horrific nightmare did not elude him even when he woke up in the morning. A dreadful outcome of his misdeeds was awaiting him, he felt. And he feared Anvita would be a victim of it, as though it was justice in a way.

Friday turned out to be gloomy. The thought of visiting a bar crossed his mind several times. Somehow he made it to the evening. He phoned Anvita before he left his office and reminded her about dinner. He knew she was not enthusiastic about it, and she could forget it.

“Yeah, I remember, Atul. Don’t worry.”

Anvita said.

Atul was still wary she wouldn’t hide her displeasure to Rajat.

However, she was already in the kitchen, preparing some special menu, when Atul reached home. Wearing a beautiful white and pink printed A-line sleeveless dress, Anvita looked gorgeous and as cheerful as ever.

I cheated her. Twice.

Atul walked behind her and took her in a warm embrace. Anvita turned her head and kissed him with affection.

"Don't worry Atul. I will be nice to your friend."

She comforted him.

Rajat came in before eight o'clock. He came dressed perfectly as if for a formal occasion, wearing a light blue shirt and blazer, and looked really good. Atul greeted him and they sat down. When Anvita saw him, her eyes widened.

"Wow. You look dashing!"

Atul felt relieved at her response.

Rajat thanked her. "And you look as stunning as ever, Anvita!" He added.

Rajat had brought two gifts. One was a bottle of 'desi' liquor.

"It's a very special one I've heard a lot about it. I'm sorry I don't mean to gift it all to you. We'll have two tots of it, and then I'll take the bottle with me. Deal?"

Rajat asked Atul.

"Deal."

"What's in the other packet?"

Anvita asked.

"That'll be opened later."

Rajat winked at her.

Anvita refused to take the 'desi' drink and she opened a wine bottle for her. Soon they raised their glasses and cheered together. The 'desi' drink tasted different indeed, and Atul mentioned it.

"That's okay, but you've promised me something."

Anvita reminded him.

"I'll close the bottle after the second tot, Anvi. Leave it to me."

Rajat promised.

They proceeded with jokes and chatter. Soon Rajat grabbed the next package and handed it to Anvita.

"It's a gift for you Anvi, from an admirer of your beauty and a friend."

"What!" Anvita was stunned. "What is it?"

"It's a lehenga."

Anvita refused to take it. "What's this for? What's this occasion that I'm being gifted?"

She looked at Atul.

"It's okay, Anvi. He likes you very much. It's okay. Take it."

Anvita stared at him.

"Anvita, I know I've been making a lot of excuses about hosting you with my family for so long. It’ll compensate for that. Please don't say no. You'll hurt me."

Rajat explained.

Anvita had to take it, in the end.

"And I insist you wear it now. Please."

Rajat said.

Atul wasn't expecting this. And Anvita was not going to do it.

"There's no way I'm gonna put on this now. One, I'm really comfortable with what I am already wearing. Two, I’d like to see it myself first how it fits on me. Three, are you crazy?"

"I insist you consider wearing it now," Rajat said. "One, you look stunning in whatever you wear and I'm sure you'll be comfortable in this one too. Two, it was selected by Atul himself for me so I'm sure it'll fit perfectly on you!"

Atul was embarrassed at his revelation.

"You cheater! You said you'll never tell her about this!"

Anvita was staring at him, in disbelief.

"Yeah, but she’ll eventually know who bought this when she wears it because it is going to fit on her body perfectly. Who knows her measurements better than you? It's my only choice, bro. Please ask her to wear it."

Rajat said. Atul turned to Anvita.

"Yes, Anvi. He had selected the lehenga and I chose the correct size. I'm equally excited to see you wearing this. Please. It won't take much time. I know you'll love it."

Anvita gave him a look and took the packet and walked to her room.

"Thanks, buddy."

Rajat said. He took off his blazer and kept it on the couch. He refilled the glasses and asked Atul for ice. Atul went to the kitchen and returned with a bowl of ice cubes. Rajat was checking his phone and smiling. He put the ice cubes in the glasses and passed the glass to Atul.

"Taste it. Ice makes it better."

Atul took a sip and nodded.

"Mmm. It's better." He said and took another sip.

"About the lehenga; I've made a slight alteration as per the tailor's suggestion, but I know you'll like it."

Rajat said.

He was right; Atul saw it as Anvita walked out. She looked breathtakingly gorgeous Atul couldn't take his eyes off her.

"Wow!"

He said, mesmerised.

Rajat had altered the blouse. It was sleeveless now and its neckline was deep showing a glimpse of her cleavage, and also the waistline was raised higher than it was in the shop, hiding nothing from her midriff to navel. The lehenga suited perfectly and she looked so hot that Atul wanted to take her in his arms and express his love to her. Anvita walked slowly and stopped right in front of him.

"You happy now, Mr Husband?"

She asked, her left hand on hip. Atul was helplessly seduced. And he was nervous, all of a sudden.

"Ask him; he's the one gifted you this!"

Atul gestured at Rajat.

"No, I don't want to make him happy any more. I can see how happy he already is."

Anvita went back to her seat. Atul saw Rajat making a gesture at her with his hand, making a circle with thumb and index finger. Atul was beginning to feel dizzy, and he was embarrassed as soon as he realised it. He wasn't even halfway down his second tot, and he couldn't believe he was feeling like drunk already. The drink was working faster than any drink he had ever tasted. He took another sip as if to try to remember its taste before it was lost.

His head was spinning, then. The only thing he could do to help him was to ease in the couch, and he slipped into a dreamless slumber, unconscious of the world around him.

When he woke up, he was lying on the couch, his head resting on a pillow and legs raised onto the armrest. He sat up and looked around. It was morning already and Rajat was gone.

"Anvita?"

There was no response. Atul looked around again and panic began to mount.

As a matter of fact, he noticed, the fish in the aquarium was floating on the water, upside down.

It was dead.​