The Affair

The Affair

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CHAPTER 1

Neetu waited desperately for the message window to pop up on her smartphone. She had already checked her phone thrice, but there were no messages yet. It was already 5 pm, the time when she would be free after work and so would Sahas be. As the autorickshaw driver continued to swerve left and right on Old Madras Road, Neetu couldn’t wait any longer. Impulsively, she opened her Facebook messenger and typed a “hello” to Sahas. His status showed that he was active one hour ago. Neetu invoked all Gods and Goddesses that she could think of to grant her wish – to see Sahas online on the messenger. Luckily, her prayers were answered. His status showed “active.” But the wait continued as he didn’t reply to her hello. In desperation, she wished to type another hello, but she didn’t. Didn’t Paulo Coelho, the writer, once say, “When you want something, all the universe conspires in helping you to achieve it.” Well, Neetu now truly believed in this – and then she saw his “hello” reply.


Neetu said, “Hey, I am feeling horny. Are you too?”

Sahas said, “Well, anytime for you, hottie!”


This is exactly what she had wanted to listen from him. Ten years of boring, almost sexless marriage (especially after kids) and two kids later, Neetu could no longer control her desires and feelings. She wanted to get back to her once-rocking sex life. With this aim in mind, she had joined a gym a few years back. While her aim primarily was to hook up with hunks in the gym, she eventually developed a passion for fitness and discipline. Now in her forties, she looked hotter, fitter and younger than she did all these years. She had been receiving compliments too from her pals at the gym and office. At the behest of her friends, she had even tried a few dating apps. But she found them boring, as all she could find in the apps were creepy folks – some of them masqueraded their real gender. 


Sahas was her hottest personal trainer at her gym. Tall, fit and handsome, Sahas was a heartthrob and had a huge female fan following at the gym.  A successful manager with a global investment bank in Bangalore, Neetu didn’t mind shelling out money for her personal training sessions. In fact, Sahas was her third trainer at the gym. Her two previous trainers had quit halfway through her sessions; one got married and the others went back to his home town. That was how her saga with Sahas started.


Neetu still remembered the saga of how it all began. It was June 18, 2016, a Saturday. Her husband and children had gone off to visit his parents in Hyderabad over the weekend. Neetu, being a workaholic, didn’t take leave to accompany them to Hyderabad. On that Friday evening, it started raining heavily. A hardcore romantic at heart, Neetu started yearning for some “forbidden” pleasure. She, of course, blamed the weather for her horny thoughts! She looked at the clock. It showed 8 pm – the time when Sahas would be off work.


Neetu took her phone and messaged Sahas on messenger, “Hey, hunk. Such lovely weather.”

Sahas was online and active on messenger.

Sahas replied, “Yes, yes, lady. Such lovely weather for?”

Neetu played along and typed, “Well, such a lovely weather for loads of interesting stuff.”

“What interesting stuff?”

“Interesting stuff like an oil massage, kisses, and…. the list is endless.” 

“I am up for it, anytime, rain or shine, hottie.”

“Come home.”


CHAPTER 2

Sahas came home. Neetu gestured him to sit on the couch in the living room. It was Sahas’s first visit to Neetu’s home. She wore a purple-colored floral dress that accentuated her curvy body. Neetu had a curvy figure, with a heavier lower body. She always wished for an hour-glass figure, but with age, she got to know how to use her curvy body to her advantage. Sahas was one hardcore fan of her curvy body.


Neetu led Sahas to her bedroom, adjoining to which was a huge balcony that faced an empty space. As the downpour continued, Neetu switched on the soft yellow lights in her bedroom that accentuated the interior décor of her bedroom. She drew the curtains closer in such a way that it highlighted a beautiful painting that adorned the wall. On the white wall hung a lovely painting of a couple holding hands and walking in the wild against the backdrop of mist and twilight. Slowly, Neetu held Sahas’s hand. That gesture was enough for the forever-horny Sahas. Taking that cue, Sahas softly held her close to him, as his lips approached hers to kiss. The touch of his lips on hers sent Neetu on a rollercoaster ride of soft, tingling pleasure.


Neetu reciprocated slowly at first, followed by bolder and firmer kisses on his lips. The forever-romantic Neetu whispered Sahas to pause for a second. She quickly took a Cadbury’s Crackles bar out of her bedside drawer, unwrapped it, took a small piece and kept it between her lips. Sahas brought his lips closer to hers and nibbled the chocolate bit by bit until a tiny piece of it remained. In response, Neetu licked the remaining last bit, waiting in anticipation – as Sahas nibbled the last teeny-weeny bit and tugged her lips in a passionate French kiss.


Neetu tugged at his tee shirt and removed it; Sahas slid his hand under her dress to unclasp her lingerie. He paused for a second, signaling Neetu also to stop. He went to the living room couch, opened his bag and took a transparent bottle that read Massage Oil. Neetu felt overjoyed; secretly, she had fantasized Sahas giving her a sensuous, oil body massage. This was that moment! Deftly, Sahas poured some oil onto his fingers, rubbed a bit, and signaled Neetu to lie down on the bed with her face down on the pillow.


Slowly, he slid her dress upward and started pouring the oil in drops on her back – starting from the nape of her neck to her waist. Neetu felt a tingling sensation throb in her. Then Sahas deftly slithered his fingers from the nape of her neck till her waist in slow, firm motions. Neetu lifted her face and tried looking at him. But Sahas gestured her not to do that as if doing that would hamper the massage! Sahas continued to work his charm on Neetu. Neetu, being an impulsive lady, suddenly asked him to stop. Sahas stopped and wondered what next. Neetu switched on her music system and played the song “Better” by Khalid.


Love to see you shine in the night like the diamond you are

(Love to see you shine in the night like the diamond you are)

I'm on the other side, it's alright, just hold me in the dark

(I'm on the other side, it's alright, just hold me in the dark)

No one's got to know what we do, hit me up when you're bored

(No one's got to know) Nah (what we do, hit me up when you're bored)

'Cause I live down the street, so we meet when you need it, it's yours

All I hear is

Nothin' feels better than this

Nothin' feels better

Nothin' feels better than this

Nothin' feels better, no, no

We don't gotta hide

This is what you like, I admit

Nothin' feels better than this


What ensued was passionate lovemaking that continued for hours like a marathon! The buzzing on Neetu’s phone brought her back to her senses. Sahas didn’t want her to leave; but she held his hand away to answer the phone call. It was a random call. Neetu answered the call and returned to Sahas, and they continued their session. Neetu didn’t want this to end. She had waited so long for this to happen. And it did! Neetu wanted to take a break, but Sahas being Sahas urged her to continue saying that she is losing calories faster now than working out in a gym! One final session, and they lay next to each other exhausted but elated. They knew this may or may not happen again.


The next day, Neetu woke up around 7 am to the smell of fresh coffee emanating from the kitchen. Groggily, she walked to the kitchen and saw Sahas making coffee and breakfast. He wore a blue sleeveless tee-shirt and black track pants. The sleeveless tee obviously accentuated his biceps, and Neetu gulped and stared at him.

“Good morning, Neetu,” said Sahas.

The greeting jolted her to reality. Neetu greeted him back with a smile.

“So don’t you have training sessions today?” Neetu asked Sahas.

Sahas replied that he had sessions from 10 am to 5 pm. Neetu said that she was free the whole day. Sahas added that he would come to her home after his sessions got over.


Monday was back soon, and Neetu’s family joined her. She welcomed her hubby and children with a hug and a kiss. The rush hour just began. Neetu had prepared breakfast and snack boxes for her kids. She packed them in their bags. Her hubby, Nitin, helped her too. The old grandfather clock chimed eight, and Neetu rushed to her office and Nitin went to drop the kids to the school and then office. Her life returned to her normal routine, with work, hubby and kids.


The mundane rigor of her life made Neetu crave forbidden pleasures again. While she knew, it wasn’t right, she also knew that forbidden pleasures provided her the much-needed thrill and novelty. As and when she could, Neetu and Sahas would meet up for “burning calories.” Neetu enjoyed all her episodes with Sahas, and it reached to a point where she got addicted to those episodes. Slowly, this started affecting her personal life. Her interest in her hubby and children started waning; Neetu was out of her home, mostly spending time with Sahas. It reached to a point, where Nitin and Neetu had multiple arguments about this change in her. When confronted, Neetu always maintained that it was hormonal changes that resulted in the change. Nitin, however, didn’t accept her reason but played along.


Meanwhile, Sahas missed her presence and the chemistry they had in bed. But he played it cautiously as he didn’t want himself or Neetu to get into trouble. Once Sahas had to go to his hometown, Mussoorie, to visit his parents. As luck would have it, on his way to his parents’ home from Jolly Grant Airport in Dehradun, Sahas’s cab had a major collision with a truck, and he died on the spot.


News of Sahas’s accident reached Neetu a few days later. She got to know this from one of their common pals in the gym. Her wonderful world shattered into pieces. She lost interest in her life, her kids and her hubby. Slowly, her health started to deteriorate as she neglected it. Days and months passed by. Nitin took her to various hospitals, but doctors were unable to diagnose the exact ailment. Doctors said her days were outnumbered. Neetu knew she would miss her kids the most, and of course her hubby also.


One day, Nitin stumbled upon her personal diary from her wardrobe. The rose-gold diary lay tucked within her gym clothes. Nitin managed to find it when he was searching for some clothes for Neetu to wear in the hospital. Curious to know what was going in her mind, he started to pore through the pages. As he flipped through, he found various entries, starting from their wedding day, the day when their youngest son was born to something in bold, SAHAS. Intrigued, he started reading the entries. One particular entry caught his attention.


June 18, 2016

This is the best day of my life. Nitin and my kids have gone visiting his parents. What a romantic day it was. It poured and poured, and sharp at 8 pm Sahas landed. That was the best sex I have ever had in a long, long time. He knew exactly what to do and how to do. And what a hot oil massage it was – tingling, firm and yet soft. I crave for more and more of such episodes….


There were other similar entries. Now the pictures became clear to Nitin. He kept the diary back in its place, took her necessary clothes, hugged his children and went to the hospital where Neetu was admitted. Suddenly, it started pouring. As soon as he reached her room, he knew something was amiss. The door was open and so were the windows. All he could hear were the sounds of the gushing winds and the rains. He wondered where the nurses and the attendants were. He asked his children to sit in the room as he went to find out. As he tried to close the windows, he saw something shining on a tree outside. Luckily, he had a torch and flashed it at the shining object. It was Neetu’s white stonework dupatta that was resting on a tree branch. Wondering where his wife was, he flashed the torch again in the vicinity. Neetu lay as white as a ghost under the same tree, her eyes wide open and staring.


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