My Cheating Husband's Boss (girl x girl | desi | 16+)

#18 - Mother To Be

"Oh baby," Kanak moaned as Arin kissed her neck hungrily. She closed her eyes in anticipation as his lips traced her collarbone and his hands cupped her large breasts.

Arin now focused on her ample bosom, suckling on her right breast, as his hand cupped her tummy. Her pale hands moved towards the zip of his pants.

"Magnificent," He whispered.

"Arin ... darling," Kanak's eyes opened.

"Hmm?"

"When are you gonna tell Jiya about us?"

Arin kissed her belly and slipped her leggings over her wide hips, stripping the curvaceous woman completely naked.

"Tonight."

"Are you serious?!"

"Yeah. You have no reason to doubt your man, honey."

"Oh Arin," She whimpered as he kissed and sucked her chubby lower belly, slowly moving even downwards.

* * *

Jiya declined the 13th call from Meher, sighing sorrowfully. Her eyes looked bloodshot. Dark patches had formed under them. She yawned, glancing at the emptiness on the other half of the bed.

She was dreading getting out of bed. She pulled her blanket closer to her chest.

Not knowing about her husband's whereabout was routine to Mrs Sharma now. Her palm ran across her swollen cheek. What had hurt Jiya deeply was the violence Payal had inflicted on her.

She looked at her screen, contemplating blocking her husband's boss. Jiya wanted nothing to do with the couple anymore. She did not want to deal with this mess anymore.

As she was about to turn her phone off and drift back to sleep, she received another call.

"Hello bahu!" Anupama's shrill voice greeted Jiya.

"Namaste,"

"Beti, were you asleep? Sorry to disturb, haan? I just wanted to ask you what Dr Martin's reports said. Are you and Arin going ahead with any treatment plan?"

Jiya felt her heart sink, a singular tear streaming down her swollen cheek, "Umm ..."

"Yes! Tell me. I cannot wait to become a grandma!"

"Maa Ji. I can probably never become a mother,"

"I can't hear you, bahu!"

Jiya scoffed. "There's nothing wrong with me, at least according to Dr Sheila. Everything has failed. Sorry Maa ji, I'm a disgrace and a disappointment I ..." Tears were gushing down Jiya's face as her shaky voice explained.

"Uh, Beti? There's someone at the door. We'll call you again later, okay? Take care of my son!"

And the line went dead.

Jiya clutched a pillow in her slender arms and bawled her eyes out. She checked for notifications one last time, and there was another text from Meher.

Meher:

Jiya, please.

Meher:

Receive my call. I need to talk to you.

Meher:

Please. Jiya. Can we meet?

Meher:

I am so sorry for how Payal behaved. I owe you a sincere apology.

Meher:

Jiya. Payal and I are not talking anymore. I really need to meet you. Please give me a chance. Just one.

Jiya turned off her phone, drifting to deep slumber.

What woke her up was the ringing doorbell, hours later. With heavy feet, Jiya made her way to the main door.

What greeted Jiya was a surreal sight. Her husband stood there, a subtle whiff of liquor emitting from his body. Beside him stood his coworker.

Kanak had her luscious hip-length hair cascade down her shoulders. She wore a white blouse that clung to her massive breasts and her pregnant belly.

Jiya couldn't take her eyes off of it. Words refused to come out of her throat. She just stood there, staring blankly at her husband and his pregnant coworker.

"A-arin, Kanak?" She croaked.

"Let us in," Arin commanded.

"I ... I did not know you were married, Kanak. Congrats on your pregnancy." Jiya stuttered, hoping for an explanation that Kanak was a married woman with a husband, and they were expecting their first child together.

But deep down, Jiya knew. She knew whose child it was.

"We need to tell you something, Jiya." Arin said.

"W-would you not like some water first? Let me make some snacks."

"Snacks can wait. This is important."

Jiya looked at Arin, and then at Kanak. She was glowing. As Jiya looked Kanak in the eye, Kanak's gaze dropped.

Was that shame? Sympathy in Kanak's eyes?

"Jiya. We are together." Arin interlocked his hand with Kanak's.

".... And she's expecting my child."

Jiya felt her legs weaken. She collapsed to the floor. The air from Jiya's lungs seemed to have escaped all at once.

"Jiya!" Kanak rushed towards her.

"She'll be fine, babe. Don't bother." Arin stopped his lover.

"Why?!" Jiya shouted, tears blurring her vision, her head spinning.

"Because you could never give me a child." Arin said flatly, without an ounce of remorse or shame in his voice.

Kanak looked at Jiya with sympathy in her eyes. But there's little she could do.

"You're a monster. No, worse. Why would you do this to me, Arin?" Jiya screamed, struggling to breathe as she cried.

"I have never loved you, Jiya. I only married you because my parents forced me to. And for what? You could never even make me a father, you barren bitch!"

All Jiya could do was holler in response. She was losing her mind now.

"Now get out of my house." Arin said calmly.

"What,"

"You heard me, leave."

"Where am I supposed to go?" Jiya yelled.

"Go back to your parents. I'll give you one night to pack up. You should be gone by tomorrow."

Jiya picked herself up slowly, her body seeming thrice as heavy as usual. She wept as she rushed to their bedroom.

With her phone switched back on and her vision blurrier than ever, she called the only person she knew she could rely on.

"Jiya? Oh, finally. Are you alright?" She heard Meher's soothing voice on the other side.

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