Aditi******Muddling the vegetable stew with the spoon, at the dining table, all my mind chewed over was him. The new him was immaculate as per my observation. He had great features, deep eyes, a sharp jawline, and a hypnotic voice.The voice was comforting yet gave me sexy chills. Would it be a crime if I confess I wanted him to speak more often, closer?I had been intimidated by him for the entire time I was with him. The way our fingers brushed now and then had passed the jolt of electricity in my body.Our contact wasn't intentional or was it. It wasn't obvious nor did I want my mind to saunter in that direction.I could still feel his eyes on me and was able to feel his presence near me. His mere thought was quavering my existence. I was too underconfident when I was around him, to make eye contact but whenever our eyes met, I was held spellbound.His dark black bright and vehement eyes had a tale to narrate. I was strikingly curious to be mindful of the same. I recalled a few r
Aditi******My heart was pounding like a drum in my chest. It felt like I was on fire. Blood rushed to me all over through the veins. With every breath, my heart thumped like the flapping of a bird's wings.Even my hand on my chest didn't do the trick to calm it down. Running inside the washroom I stared at myself. My face was all red. Nothing happened but it would have. My denial was the only barricade enslaving my inner self who was almost ready to extricate herself from all the morals. Turning on the tap, I splashed the cold water on my face. My hot cheeks didn't feel the cold sensation so I kept continuing the act.After I was done, I closed the tap and stared at my reflection which seemed shy. There was nothing to be shy about. I didn't do anything. Whatever happened was in the spur of the moment and wasn't supposed to.My mind cast back to the painting.The way he had painted my eyes, I felt alive. He had made it as if he knew me inside out.No one knew me that much, not even
Aditi******The alarm triggered for the third time but I didn't want to wake up from the bed. My body was aching awfully. I felt drained of energy. Over and above that, I was timorous to go to the office, because of me. I had always been a woman of self-control and had never provided authority to be controlled by anyone.But that man, he was creeping his way into my soul, making his space.I was frightened that my self-restraint would leave me, for the first time in my life. A man whom I had met just for a night was making me feel assorted emotions even when nothing had happened between us.I didn't remember much of the night, except we had talked. Precisely, I had talked and he had listened. I remembered his one-liners a little.'Don't cry.' He said, holding me softly in his arms.He had brought a glass of water closer to my lips when my sobs had turned into hiccups, 'Drink.''Your eyes, they are...' Tracing my eyelids he became mute. I anticipated what he would say and the word had
Aditi******A scarlet red satin low cut gown was the dress I wore for Vidyut's award ceremony. It was ethereal. Moreover, I loved the slit on the right reg. It was my kind of dress. A hue of red adorned my lips. I stroked them slightly. I could feel his lips over mine, erupting gooseflesh all over. The moment we shared had left an indelible impression over my mind and my heart too. How much I tried to efface it from my memories but I failed miserably."Aditi, baby are you done?""Just a min..." I used a coating of concealer to secrete the hickeys I was gifted by Aahir, even when I didn't intend to. As a matter of fact, I didn't want them gone. I wanted them to be there, on my skin, reminding me of what I did. It was insane, wicked of me, but my insanity had lost the moment that enigmatic man treaded in my life.After the kiss, last night, my mind went into a haze. The lack of food and work overload had debilitated me, resulting in me losing my consciousness, into the bargain.When I
Aditi******"But Vidyut...""But what Aditi? He is an old acquaintance. How could you just slap him?" Vidyut wasn't yelling at me, yet, what he said was hurtful and insulting. Just because I slapped Louis, who by chance was an old ally of Vidyut, he lost his rag."He mistreated me," I yelled, disregarding that my voice might be heard by someone."Lower your voice. I don't want anyone to know what's going on behind these four walls." He seethed, gritting his teeth. I was for the first time shaken up and intimidated by Vidyut's conduct. He had left me staggered by his act, that for a moment I forgot, that the man standing in front of me was my husband, the one I was once head over heels in love with.I was tight-lipped for a moment.Vidyut had witnessed me hitting Louis but what he didn't see was how I was being treated. He didn't let me leave and pulled me inside one of the rooms at the end of the hallway, resulting in one of the heated verbal altercations."How could you expect me to
Aditi******The night of the party I had slept in another room as being with Vidyut didn't seem right. I had assorted reasons for it. The secret shared by Linda, Vidyut's abhorrent comportment, and lastly, me being sexually involved with another man, giving him immense power over my body and my soul.I was fully conscious that I had cheated Vidyut. It was me who loved him more than my life yet became the source of infidelity. It was abashed, but I couldn't control myself. Tears spilled out when I realized I had committed a grave sin for which there was no forgiveness. Even if I ever try, I was aware I could never repent for it because I never considered it a misdeed. I was crying not because I was in guilt, instead, I didn't feel wrong, being involved with Aahir.It had always felt right.As if, it was meant to be, me and Aahir. I knew it was all lust, attraction, temptation, nothing more than that but I yearned to be burned in those hankering of ours.I wanted to cross more confines
Aditi******I felt at sea about what to wear to work. Even my comfy-cozy clothes appeared bland to me. I wanted to wear something simple yet classy and attractive.'Was it too much to ask?' I spoke up gazing at my closet filled with clothes.'Of Course.' My inner-self shut me out with her response. One moron she was. I knew she was me only but I was turning into a demented being because of one man. It's not like the day was special, yet I was looking for a dress as if I was to go on a date.I pulled out a magenta coloured dress but it was too much for a normal office day. Then came a gown.'Aghhh, my hands have gone mad too.' I muttered. I ruined my closet by trying to find one simple formal attire. It was a terrible and tedious job. The blame landed upon my heart and my mind who was not fighting but were in sync. They knew the reason why I was acting like an inane teenager.The only solution that moment I could think of was Naisha. I used to be the stylist for my besties and for me,
Aditi******It was eleven in the night when I reached home. Everyone had left earlier but I stayed back. I had to talk to Aahir. Once everyone was gone I questioned Aahir why didn't he ever mentioned being my brother-in-law when he knew who I was. Aahir fumed hearing me but he didn't lash out at me. He decided to dodge the conversation, instead.I kept on accusing him even when it wasn't his fault. It was Vidyut's responsibility to get me acquainted with the truth yet he didn't. The indisputable fact was I was scared. The truth was messing up with me but what he did next left me inarticulate.Trapping me between the door and his arm he questioned, "Even if I would have addressed you as my brother's wife or would have mentioned something like that, would it have changed things between us.""Tell me if you would have then never wanted to melt into my arms.""You lied about being the masked man, the one who saved me from the biker gang," I said, trying to get an upper hand. But who was
Aditi******'What the hell did I just do?' I was stunned at the audacity of mine but more than that I was timorous. I let my emotions dominate me a few seconds back.It never happened before. I had never splurted out like that ever. Even in fury, my words had been calculated that I never regretted later.I was disquieted, pacing like a headless chicken in my cabin. It was a mess I landed up into, a dirty one basically. Aahir Arya made things worse for me. I would have been fine if he would have become the villain of my story but he had become a hero.'He shouldn't have cared for me. No, he shouldn't have.'It's all because of the realization, fucking reality messed up my mind. I knew it wasn't just attraction from my side but I didn't want to be conscious of my sentiments. I sat down on the chair and gulped the whole glass of water reminiscing when exactly I had the cognizance of my feelings.Three days back I was on the way home when I received a call from Naisha. She was petrified
Aditi******The scintillating light of dawn peeked into the room. The rays were balmy though. It seemed they were only razzing me. Being vanquished with their devilment I had to ultimately open my eyes. I yawned, rubbing my bleary eyes, and sat up. It was a slight movement only that shot up a sharp pain in my core.Realization passed over my psyche. The flashes of last night sprinted in front of my eyes. I had willingly submitted to a man I was attracted to. I didn't think of any morals without even capitulating.I had shut the doors to morality and wasn't planning to open them anytime soon. I was being selfish but I wanted to, for the first time in my life. Vidyut and my wedding was a sinking ship that had crossed the edge to be saved. Things had turned appalling, for good.Conceiving of the last night, I recollected how I was showered with affection and was handled so gently as if I was a tender petal. Aahir wasn't lenient but what he did all night after we had sex left me baffled
Aditi******It was eleven in the night when I reached home. Everyone had left earlier but I stayed back. I had to talk to Aahir. Once everyone was gone I questioned Aahir why didn't he ever mentioned being my brother-in-law when he knew who I was. Aahir fumed hearing me but he didn't lash out at me. He decided to dodge the conversation, instead.I kept on accusing him even when it wasn't his fault. It was Vidyut's responsibility to get me acquainted with the truth yet he didn't. The indisputable fact was I was scared. The truth was messing up with me but what he did next left me inarticulate.Trapping me between the door and his arm he questioned, "Even if I would have addressed you as my brother's wife or would have mentioned something like that, would it have changed things between us.""Tell me if you would have then never wanted to melt into my arms.""You lied about being the masked man, the one who saved me from the biker gang," I said, trying to get an upper hand. But who was
Aditi******I felt at sea about what to wear to work. Even my comfy-cozy clothes appeared bland to me. I wanted to wear something simple yet classy and attractive.'Was it too much to ask?' I spoke up gazing at my closet filled with clothes.'Of Course.' My inner-self shut me out with her response. One moron she was. I knew she was me only but I was turning into a demented being because of one man. It's not like the day was special, yet I was looking for a dress as if I was to go on a date.I pulled out a magenta coloured dress but it was too much for a normal office day. Then came a gown.'Aghhh, my hands have gone mad too.' I muttered. I ruined my closet by trying to find one simple formal attire. It was a terrible and tedious job. The blame landed upon my heart and my mind who was not fighting but were in sync. They knew the reason why I was acting like an inane teenager.The only solution that moment I could think of was Naisha. I used to be the stylist for my besties and for me,
Aditi******The night of the party I had slept in another room as being with Vidyut didn't seem right. I had assorted reasons for it. The secret shared by Linda, Vidyut's abhorrent comportment, and lastly, me being sexually involved with another man, giving him immense power over my body and my soul.I was fully conscious that I had cheated Vidyut. It was me who loved him more than my life yet became the source of infidelity. It was abashed, but I couldn't control myself. Tears spilled out when I realized I had committed a grave sin for which there was no forgiveness. Even if I ever try, I was aware I could never repent for it because I never considered it a misdeed. I was crying not because I was in guilt, instead, I didn't feel wrong, being involved with Aahir.It had always felt right.As if, it was meant to be, me and Aahir. I knew it was all lust, attraction, temptation, nothing more than that but I yearned to be burned in those hankering of ours.I wanted to cross more confines
Aditi******"But Vidyut...""But what Aditi? He is an old acquaintance. How could you just slap him?" Vidyut wasn't yelling at me, yet, what he said was hurtful and insulting. Just because I slapped Louis, who by chance was an old ally of Vidyut, he lost his rag."He mistreated me," I yelled, disregarding that my voice might be heard by someone."Lower your voice. I don't want anyone to know what's going on behind these four walls." He seethed, gritting his teeth. I was for the first time shaken up and intimidated by Vidyut's conduct. He had left me staggered by his act, that for a moment I forgot, that the man standing in front of me was my husband, the one I was once head over heels in love with.I was tight-lipped for a moment.Vidyut had witnessed me hitting Louis but what he didn't see was how I was being treated. He didn't let me leave and pulled me inside one of the rooms at the end of the hallway, resulting in one of the heated verbal altercations."How could you expect me to
Aditi******A scarlet red satin low cut gown was the dress I wore for Vidyut's award ceremony. It was ethereal. Moreover, I loved the slit on the right reg. It was my kind of dress. A hue of red adorned my lips. I stroked them slightly. I could feel his lips over mine, erupting gooseflesh all over. The moment we shared had left an indelible impression over my mind and my heart too. How much I tried to efface it from my memories but I failed miserably."Aditi, baby are you done?""Just a min..." I used a coating of concealer to secrete the hickeys I was gifted by Aahir, even when I didn't intend to. As a matter of fact, I didn't want them gone. I wanted them to be there, on my skin, reminding me of what I did. It was insane, wicked of me, but my insanity had lost the moment that enigmatic man treaded in my life.After the kiss, last night, my mind went into a haze. The lack of food and work overload had debilitated me, resulting in me losing my consciousness, into the bargain.When I
Aditi******The alarm triggered for the third time but I didn't want to wake up from the bed. My body was aching awfully. I felt drained of energy. Over and above that, I was timorous to go to the office, because of me. I had always been a woman of self-control and had never provided authority to be controlled by anyone.But that man, he was creeping his way into my soul, making his space.I was frightened that my self-restraint would leave me, for the first time in my life. A man whom I had met just for a night was making me feel assorted emotions even when nothing had happened between us.I didn't remember much of the night, except we had talked. Precisely, I had talked and he had listened. I remembered his one-liners a little.'Don't cry.' He said, holding me softly in his arms.He had brought a glass of water closer to my lips when my sobs had turned into hiccups, 'Drink.''Your eyes, they are...' Tracing my eyelids he became mute. I anticipated what he would say and the word had
Aditi******My heart was pounding like a drum in my chest. It felt like I was on fire. Blood rushed to me all over through the veins. With every breath, my heart thumped like the flapping of a bird's wings.Even my hand on my chest didn't do the trick to calm it down. Running inside the washroom I stared at myself. My face was all red. Nothing happened but it would have. My denial was the only barricade enslaving my inner self who was almost ready to extricate herself from all the morals. Turning on the tap, I splashed the cold water on my face. My hot cheeks didn't feel the cold sensation so I kept continuing the act.After I was done, I closed the tap and stared at my reflection which seemed shy. There was nothing to be shy about. I didn't do anything. Whatever happened was in the spur of the moment and wasn't supposed to.My mind cast back to the painting.The way he had painted my eyes, I felt alive. He had made it as if he knew me inside out.No one knew me that much, not even