Adultery No One Dies a Saint [Completed]

Anvita's face was buried into the softness of her bed. She was pushing her face deliberately down as if to choke herself, because of a dumb hope that her death might save her from one more humiliation. More than the brutal power Rajat was using to bring her under his control, she was failed by the powerlessness that she had begun to sense in her body from the moment she was dragged into her bedroom. At the back of her mind still existed a fear that Prithvi might come to save her, thereby gifting Rajat another weapon to tame her.

Rajat had dropped his pants, and he spent no time before lifting her skirt up and then pulling down her panty. Anvita felt her naked skin cold for a second, and next moment she felt his palm pressing over her ass cheeks.

"No woman has tortured me like you, Anvi."

Rajat said, his voice filled with ecstasy.

"Rajat, please..."

Anvita tried to turn around.

Rajat's left hand wormed around her left thigh, and he lifted her knees slightly to spread them. He was preparing her. Anvita tried to get up and move forward, but his left hand quickly made a half-circle around her waist to stop her. His grip was so strong that Anvita felt it would crush her ribs.

"Leave me," she cried.

"Just stay, Anvi!"

He yelled and slapped behind her with his right palm. It hurt, and the sound of his flat palm hitting hard onto her flesh hurt even more as she became aware of her nude bottom. Rajat had managed to get her into a position he might have been dreaming for long.

"Oh yes... Finally, we meet, Anvi..."

Rajat ran his fingers along the crack of her ass, and Anvita fluttered trying to break free. Rajat pulled her torso back again and pressed his right palm between her legs, and then pushed his fingers over her pussy.

"I know you've let your husband's boss touch you... Why not me?"

He grunted and thrust his finger into her hole. Anvita let out a hoarse cry.

"Mmm... You're all juicy! Fuck!"

He moved his finger up and down and from left to right inside her, quickly.

"Have you been pleasuring yourself? Oh my, dear...I told you Atul can't do it himself. Believe me, you're gonna like it when I am inside you."

He grunted and took out his finger. Next moment Anvita felt something softer rubbing into her pussy lips, and she closed her eyes. She grabbed onto the bed sheet helplessly as she prepared herself to reject his bodily invasion by means of hatred which was now her only way of defence.

I'm going to kill him after this!

"Leave me, you bastard. I'm gonna get you killed after this!" She growled. Rajat didn't even care to listen as he moved the head of his rock hard shaft upward slightly to rub it onto her anal hole.

"Which one first, darling?"

He was laughing. He had won the game.

BANG!

Anvita heard a loud sound behind her, and with it, she heard an abrupt cry from Rajat. Next moment he collapsed over her and rolled to the right onto the bed.

"Hell, you!"

Anvita heard Prithvi's yell, and she got up and moved away, hurriedly adjusting her skirt.

"Oh my God!"

Anvita voice rose in panic, her mouth still open with shock, and she ran a couple of steps away from the bed and stopped as her panty fell from her knees to ankles. She bent down to pull it all the way up, her eyes still gathering to see what had just happened.

Prithvi was standing there, wearing nothing but a towel around his waist. He held a wooden stool in his hand. He was watching Rajat closely, prepared to attack him again in case he got up.

"Prithvi!"

Anvita cried, her eyes wide with terror and solace.

Prithvi put down the wooden stool and turned to her.

"He was trying to bang you!"

Anvita ran to him and hugged him tightly. "Thank you..." She panted heavily. "He was...he was..." Words weren't coming out of her.

"It's okay. It's okay. You're safe now."

Prithvi assured her.

Anvita looked into his eyes, and she kept breathing hard.

She wanted to thank him. She wanted to apologise to him for chiding him a few minutes ago.

"Yeah, I'm safe now," Anvita said as her panting settled a little. "Thank you for not listening to me."

She fondly patted on his cheek.

Prithvi grabbed his clothes from the chair and quickly wore them.

Rajat was still lying in the bed, motionless. Anvita's attention eventually turned to him.

"What do we do with him now?"

Anvita asked, her voice wary.

"We kick him out," Prithvi mocked a grin and went to check Rajat. "Do you want him to be put in jail?"

"I want him to be thrown out of the balcony. He should die."

Anvita said with hatred. Prithvi's confident reaction was helping her breathe easily. Prithvi had a closer look at Rajat.

"I think he just did that...I mean, why isn't he breathing?"

He wondered. He grabbed Rajat's wrist and held it as if to check his pulse.

"He can't die that easy. He's such a..."

Anvita paused as she quickly realised the seriousness of what Prithvi was saying. Prithvi grabbed Rajat's other hand and held it a few seconds.

"What?"

Anvita looked at him.

"I don't know. I'm getting the pulse but I think it's my own. I don't know how to do it! You try," he suggested.

"No," Anvita moved back. "I don't want to touch him."

"What do we do now?"

"I don't want him to wake up here and see you. Let's drag him out of here."

Anvita suggested.

"To where?"

"To his house, of course. It's the opposite one."

Prithvi scratched his forehead. Anvita looked at him. "What?"

"What if he dies in there?"

A shiver went down Anvita's stomach.

"Don't freak me out, now. Are you suggesting we should take him to the hospital?"

"No, not at all. It's better to call the security officer in than that."

"No. No."

Anvita shook her head in denial.

"Okay let's move him to his house. We have no idea what happened to him. If he lives he won't tell anyone about this, right?"

"That's right, I guess. But what if he dies?"

Anvita was now repeating his earlier question.

"If he dies... It's his fate, Anvita. But we can't keep him here. If he died here we'll both be in trouble. We must get him off here."

Prithvi said.

Soon they prepared to carry Rajat out of the house. Prithvi got hold of his legs and Anvita, his arms. It was a tough task. For a moment Anvita wondered if he was already dead and it could be why he was weighing so much.

No, there's no such theory, stupid.

They almost dragged him out of the room and through the hall they made it to the other end of the hall.

"Wait," Prithvi said. "Let's have a look outside first."

Anvita watched Prithvi open the front door and then Rajat's door. He went in and returned after a few seconds.

"Don't just stand there, Anvita. Walk down and have a look if anyone's coming. I'll go up and see."

Prithvi insisted.

They checked the stairs and ensured no one was around. Anvita's heart was thumping hard.

No one should see this, God!

"We should pick him up. No dragging now, understand?"

Prithvi looked at her. Anvita freaked out a little more.

"Have you done this thing before? How can you behave so normally?"

She asked.

"I'm all fucked up. I don't remember how to show fear. Oh shit, he's so heavy. Pick him up."

As Anvita grabbed Rajat's hands she could feel the coldness.

"Oh my God! He's gone cold. He's dead, isn't he?"

"Stop freaking me out for god's sake, Anvi. He's not dead for now."

"For now? What do you mean? Is he dying?"

"Just lift him!"

"Shouldn't we take him to a hospital?"

"You'll get me behind the bar. That's what you gonna do. I did this, didn't I?"

"I'm so sorry, I just..."

"Lift him! Use some force."

They lifted Rajat and moved him to his apartment. Prithvi had already opened the door to his bedroom.

"Do not touch anything. Don't leave any proof for we were here."

"Stop freaking me out," Anvita groaned.

They put Rajat in his bed. Anvita saw her blouse lying in his bed. She recognised and grabbed it quickly.

"What are you doing? It's not time to check out his things!"

Prithvi chided her.

"It's mine, you idiot!"

"What?"

"It's a long story. Don't ask. He's a moron. It's my blouse..."

"But how did it come here?"

He looked at her suspiciously. Anvita hated him for that.

"He stole it from my balcony. It was missing since long and I had a doubt it must be him. He's the biggest pervert I've ever seen."

"That's okay, but it's a very short story."

"Let's go back first. I don't want to leave this here. It'll lead the security officer to me."

"You're already thinking about the security officer? Oh, God!"

"Why, are you not?"

"No! I am not that much gutsy."

Prithvi shook his head. They walked out carefully, watching the stairs.

Prithvi wiped the door handle with his handkerchief while Anvita ran to her house.

Prithvi returned soon and he picked up the water jug from the dining table. He finished half of the water in one go.

"I should go now before somebody sees me."

He said. Anvita panicked.

"I'm scared, Prithvi. Shall I phone Atul?"

"No, don't! Don't say anything to anyone. Not even to Atul. Promise me."

"I'll die with this much tension. What if he didn't die?"

"What!" Prithvi stared at her, "what if he didn't die?"

"I'm scared if he would come after me, again."

"Do you want me to hit him again?"

"No. No! I don't..."

"Anvita, we must act now. If you think he'll come back, then we should make sure he won't. I think I should do that. He shouldn't come back. He tried you bang you; he deserves to die, doesn't he?"

Anvita pushed him away.

"How can you even talk like this? What happened here was an accident. Now you're talking about killing him for real!"

"I'm only thinking about your safety."

"Enough of my safety. You could have just pulled him aside to save me. But you chose to hit him with this..."

She pointed to the wooden stool inside her room. Prithvi looked at it.

"Oh shit! I forgot this! It shouldn't be here."

He bent down and checked its edge.

"This is going to trap us. We should use our brain, Anvita. security officer will find out how he died. And then they'll check all the wooden stools in the building... won't they? It'll be so easy!"

Anvita was stunned.

"We're dead, then!"

"Only if we get caught with this!"

Prithvi took the wooden stool to the kitchen.

"Give me something. I need to cut a piece off it."

Anvita opened a kitchen cabinet and took out a matchet. Prithvi placed the wooden stool on the countertop and struck hard on the edge with the matchet. After a few attempts, he cut its edge piece from it.

"We should now burn it to destroy," Prithvi switched on the stove and placed the wooden piece on the flame.

"I think we must think of evidence," Prithvi said thoughtfully. Anvita stared at him.

"Let me check his house once again. I think I touched his shoes when I lifted him," he wiped under his nose. "Fingerprints are very dangerous. I will have to wipe his shoes as well. You keep it burning."

Prithvi went out readily and Anvita watched the wooden piece catch flame and burn to ash, with bated breath. She could breathe normally only after his return, five minutes later. He placed his handkerchief on the flame and watched it burn.

Anvita was silent.

"You're not thinking about Atul, are you?"

Prithvi asked. Anvita just looked at him.

"Do not make any call from your phone for a couple of hours. Because they, the security officer, would check the phone calls made after any crime, like these..."

"Is he dead? Did you check?"

Anvita's voice was caught with a shiver.

"I didn't check. I don't know. But we shouldn't behave like fools. Your phone call to him is not going to benefit you in any way. If you don't call at all, you will be absolutely safe from doubt."

"I'm just calling my husband; there's nothing unusual. I won't say anything to him. I just need to hear his voice just for..."

"No, Anvi. You'll get emotional if you called him. Tomorrow is your wedding anniversary and you can only be happy. You're just waiting for his return."

Anvita shook her head.

"Okay."

I'm just waiting for his return.

Anvita's heart melted a little.

"I hope you've forgiven me."

Prithvi spoke after a brief silence.

"What?"

"For that phone thing. I'm sorry. I never wanted to hurt you."

"It's okay. It's... It's not a thing I think I should worry now."

"Yeah, but I know we won't be seeing each other for long. So I just wanted to hear it from you that you have forgiven me. It'll help me feel better."

"It's okay. I told you..."

"Shall I leave now?"

Anvita looked at him for a moment.

"The longer I stay here, the more dangerous," he went on.

"Yeah, yeah."

Anvita shook her head.

Prithvi hugged her lightly and she hugged him back.

"Thank you, Prithvi."

Anvita whispered.

"You'll be alright, Anvi." He smiled at her. "You know I don't want anything bad to happen to you; so nothing bad will happen to you. You have nothing to worry about."

Anvita shook her head like a child.

"If anyone phones you, then you should keep inviting them for the wedding anniversary. You keep the arrangements as it is until the bad news - if it ever happens - comes out. You understand?"

"Yes."

"You can call me in the evening. I'll get a new phone by then. But do not call me before that."

He instructed. Anvita kept nodding.

He left soon.

The afternoon was lonely and scary for Anvita. She felt like she was imprisoned, righteously by the almighty. She had done the wrong and she was getting the punishment.

A few hours ago, she thought, I was mating with a boy like a nymphomaniac. And now... She couldn't believe she had orgasm twice that day. I don't remember that. She thought sardonically. I remember how I got him killed. Well, almost.

Anvita later gathered her guts and decided to clean the house. She replaced the bed sheets and pillow covers and washed all of it. She had a light lunch and resumed the task soon after. She wiped the floor and vacuum cleaned the couches. She kept her front door locked from inside. Eventually, she began to feel normal.

Nothing will happen, Anvita. She kept assuring herself.
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