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VIRAT
Virat had never felt this way about anyone before, not even his wife. When he had met Sonam, he had felt warmth, some sort of comfort and a feeling of affection that he couldn't ever deny. Her bangles and her hair, her eyes and her smile, it had all taken him offguard. Her saree was always draped properly, a smile was always on her face like some jewellery, colored bangles and rings always graced her hands. She was different from the girls he had met before, the high society girls. She was from a middle class family and somehow against all odds, Virat had managed to marry her.
But Anushka? She was completely opposite to Sonam. Sonam liked to submit, Anushka liked to challenge. Sonam wore sarees and kurtas, Anushka always had a dress on, almost always. Sonam always had a kind smile, Anushka smirked most of the time, Sonam wore flats, Anushka loved heels, Anushka flaunted the money she had, her clothes screamed rich, Sonam still chose to remain simple.
They were poles apart. Sonam was his wife. He couldn't deny that he was in love with his wife or he would never have married her. But his feelings for Anushka, they were there. And they made their presence known all the time.
These feelings were different. Feelings he was unfamiliar with and feelings that scared him.
In the beginning he had tried to fight it, brushing it off as a small, innocent crush on someone he spent a night with. But he realised that he had felt a spark since the day he had seen her.
Looking at Sonam made him more guilty and more conscious about the sin he had done, thinking about Anushka made him want to sin over and over again.
Slowly and gradually, in the spam of a few months it became obvious to him that this was more than a crush, he ignored the feelings he had for her because they didn't mean anything, they couldn't mean anything.
But he was too used to them. They would talk on text messages for hours and in the late nights, they would flirt too.
Yes, they would flirt. Then, Anushka would laugh it off saying she was just sleepy and Virat would find an excuse too.
But why would a man and a woman who had already committed something wrong talk over and over again?
Now Anushka was off giving her last exam of the semester while Virat was out of the city.
He was happily married and had a beautiful wife he adored, but on the lonely nights when he was out of town on business and Sonam wasn't there, he'd lie in bed thinking of her, only her. Her? Anushka.
How it would feel to have her lying beside him again? How it would feel to be buried deep inside her while she moaned and groaned underneath him in pleasure and pain, screaming his name loud and clear.
