The Betrayal
My girlfriend- Avni- is a very sophisticated but a simple girl. She had never been in a relationship before meeting me- Prateek; and hence, having her in my life completes my life and we love each other a lot.Though she loves me a lot, I’ve always viewed her as a sex machine. In fact, we got into a relationship because I made her drink too much one night and then fucked her in my car. Because she’s a one-man girl, she was hence compelled to enter into a relationship with me. I need a regular girl for sex too, so making her my girlfriend is a win-win situation for both of us. One day, I was just going through Avni’s mobile and was stunned to see an unknown number with which she was chatting for a very long time. I asked Avni about it but she got very upset and told me not to mistrust her as she loves me very much and can’t even think of deceiving me. She mentioned that it was an internet chat friend with whom she’s just flirting. I didn’t really care very much and went to sleep (of course, after fucking her.) After about two weeks, Avni’s phone rang but she was in the bathroom. Seeing the same unknown number on the caller ID, I picked up the phone and answered it. For a brief amount of time, no one on the other line said anything, and then the person dis-connected the phone. I felt awkward and re-dialed the same number. The person on the other line didn’t pick up the phone this time. I was perplexed to see this behavior of the caller and decided that I should let Avni talk to him/her. When Avni came from the bathroom, I told her about the situation and she seemed a little upset and confused over it. She told me to forget it as the caller seemed to be playing pranks. I ignored the situation and we both sat down to have lunch. While we were eating, Avni excused herself and said that she’ll be back in a moment. Thinking that she might be going to the bathroom, I continued eating. When even after five minutes that Avni didn’t return back, I suspected foul play and went to take a look on what’s happening. As soon as I came near the bedroom, I over-heard Avni talking to someone on the phone. Her conversation was continuing as follows: “….. woh toh theek hai par maine tumhein kitni baar mana kiya hai ki mere mobile par mat phone kiya karo. Aaj agar Prateek se tum kuch oot-patang keh dete toh gazab ho jaata. ….. nahin main darti nahin hoon usse; lekin ab kuch kiya bhi toh nahin jaa sakta na. ….. achcha chalo main rakhti hoon, prateek na aa jaye kahin.” I was very confused on whether what’s happening but decided to remain silent as I myself was contemplating on leaving Avni because I was bored of the same body every day. Although I still used to go to call girls to satisfy my urge of another woman, Avni somehow had started to bore me. Anyway, I let Avni do whatever she wants. About a week passed without any controversy or major action. One day as I returned home from the call girl’s house in the evening, I saw the lights on of our bedroom and saw a man like figure who was lying on the bed on some kind of a pillow. I usually return after doing my business around 10 in the night; since the call girl I was seeing was busy with satisfying a local MLA, I had to leave early and return home around 7:30. Because our flat was on the ground floor, there was a broken window that was more than enough to peep inside the bedroom. Although we did installed curtains on the windows; co-incidentally, the curtains were given to the washer man to wash and the windows were naked and available for a good view. Because Avni don’t really care much about the condition of the house, she must not have noticed that the bedroom window is broken and everything is visible. When I peeped through the window, I was astonished to see that there was a man who was lying on my bed. It seemed that he had come in only a little while ago as Anjali was combing her hair and organizing the pillows and blanket on the bed. Anjali must not had a single clue that I would come home early that day; therefore, it looked that she invited her secret admirer that evening. I continued to peep through the window to see what was happening. There was a chair lying near my flat on which the watchman sits during the day hours, and I dragged that chair to enjoy the live porn that was going in front of me. My girlfriend, who was once supposed to become my wife was getting ready for some action in secrecy. This thought itself was enough to make me both angry as well as excited; however, my old urge to see Avni in compromising situations with other men was suppressing my anger. That man (his name, which I later came to know is Kunal) suddenly pulled Anjali towards him and in the process, Anjali fell on the bed facing him. Anjali was wearing a saree at this moment. For some time, the couple kept on talking in a very low voice that I wasn’t able to capture. Very soon, Kunal started to take off Anjali’s saree with a blow. On experiencing this, Anjali seemed to be very content and satisfied. She immediately closed her eyes and started to feel the sensation of getting undressed. Soon, Anjali’s saree fell on the floor and Anjali was lying down with Kunal in blowse and petticot. Kunal started to lick Anjali’s naked navel now and Anjali’s breaths kept on increasing. Kunal suddenly took off from the bed and went somewhere. Within a minute, Kunal brought a bottle that seemed like beer. On seeing the bottle of beer, Anjali got a little afraid and urged Kunal to leave the bottle alone and lie down with her. Kunal however abused her loudly this time that I didn’t mind at all. I myself wanted to abuse her at that moment as she was betraying me by having sex with someone else. Kunal: kutiya, chodte time bola hua hai na tujhe ki main jo karna chahoonga karoonga. ab behenchod ki tarah nah nah mat kar. Anjali: kunal please, mujhe apne oopar sharab nahin achchi lagti. sharaab ke karan fir se nahana padega.