LOGINRitu, craving love, found herself exploring new options right at her doorstep. Everything seemed perfect until she encountered an unexpected obstacle. She had no idea that betrayal could result in such a terrible act as murder. Is it possible for anyone to recover from such a situation? Can anyone evade the consequences of their actions? As the wife of a wealthy pastor, one might assume she possesses everything one could desire. However, when it comes to true love and affection, wealth suddenly feels insignificant. To make matters more severe, when politics and business interests enter into the equation. Can Ritu change partners as easily as changing clothes, believing love is merely an illusion, until someone from the high echelons of power and influence crosses her path? Another businesswoman, Rachna, unexpectedly reforms her. How will she react when she realises that money cannot buy everything, including intense human emotions?
View MoreThere was a lot of noise that night, which irritated Ritu in ways she had never thought possible. As much as she wanted to shut the mouth of her snoring husband, she wanted to feel him, to feel wanted. All Preshant did was work and sleep. It was like living with a robot, which would still be better because some robots were sex toys, and she would choose them repeatedly over the man beside her.
Soft sounds filled her ears, and she groaned in frustration. Being sex-deprived was terrible, but having to listen to a never-tired duo have their love fight every night was worse. This had been the case since Kapil moved in after marrying Sakshi.
Sakshi's next moan was more like a cry; Ritu knew it was not a cry for help but one she couldn't relate to, one she yearned to feel. She pressed her face deep into the pillow until she couldn't take it anymore. She sat up and brushed her thick strawberry-blonde hair out of her face. She needed a trim, but more badly, she needed someone inside her doing the same thing Kapil did to the girl in the next room.Taking off her blue night robe, she leaned closer to her husband and kissed his hairy chest. She felt him shift as her breasts grazed his skin, and his eyes flashed open as she rubbed her hands in his body.
"What are you doing?" His eyes had a startling gaze, and he looked very unpleased.
"Make love to me," she whispered, positioning herself so he could fully view everything he wanted. However, he wanted it.
He sighed, and her anticipation was reduced to nothing, just like the previous night and the night before.
"How often do I have to tell you how exhausted I get after work? Of course, you'll never understand, but I don't have any more energy to explain it to you repeatedly." His tone had moved to a slightly annoyed one, but that was the least of Ritu's problems. She was angry; he would have noticed if his eyes weren't so clouded with sleep.
As she reclined to bed, his hands came across her, "Weekend, and I'm all yours, I promise."
He did make empty promises regarding her sexual demands, so she wasn't thrilled. Money was the only guarantee that kept her where she was involved; she always thought that was enough. Kapil changed that.
In no time, he was snoring again, this time louder than before. Ritu got up from bed in annoyance and left the room. She went to the living room and settled into a chair, but she regretted that decision as she closed her eyes and tried to force herself to sleep.
She could hear Kapil and Sakshi clearer than from her room, and her body froze. Whatever task he was carrying out on her, he was an expert on it. They spent hours at it every night, and she so much envied Sakshi. She gazed at their bedroom door and was amazed to find it slightly open. There was just a little space, and Ruth found her eyes stuck on it. Slowly, she got up and moved stealthily towards the door, and even though every part of her told her she should leave, her feet were glued to the ground.
It wasn't so bright inside the room; the dim lights were the only ones up, but she could make out everything happening. It was clear from her position that she couldn't be seen when they were both drunk in sex, so she leaned in and looked.
Sakshi was underneath her husband, her head buried deep in the sheets, and her hands gripped the headboard so tight that Ritu was convinced it would leave marks. Kapil was on his knees above her, taking her violently from behind while both his hands cupped her breasts, his fingers tugging at her nipples.
Ritu repeatedly swallowed at the sight in front of her, and she could feel her legs tremble; she leaned into the wall to maintain her balance. Sakshi was calling his name repeatedly, but he didn't stop. His pace never slowed; he was focused on her, pleading with his woman, and he did so until she came in a great release.
Ritu watched Sakshi's fingers slowly slide down the wooden bed frame and onto the bed while Kapil intensified his ride until he crashed beside her seconds later. They were both breathing very hard, and he turned her over and kissed her. It was the most extended kiss Ritu had ever experienced. Sakshi was tired at first, but she later picked up with him.He soon withdrew, and Ritu thought it was over until she saw his head bend as he took Sakshi's nipple into his mouth. Ritu decided she had seen enough and backed away. She could feel the moisture between her legs as she returned to the room and her sleeping husband.
In no time, the moans resumed, and Ritu cursed into the night. It was going to be a long one.
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