Episode 03 Anu Gets Her Voice

Next Morning 8:47 AM Ranjit receives a whatsapp

"Good morning, Ranjit..."

"I've been sitting here for the past half hour, wondering what to say--how to even begin. Last night was unexpected, overwhelming... and somehow deeply clarifying."

"I know you messaged Rohan out of care. Maybe you knew I was feeling distant. Maybe you thought I needed someone to talk to. But what happened between us--between me and him--it brought back a version of me I hadn't felt in a long time."

"It was strange being in his arms again... not because it was wrong, but because it felt familiar. I didn't plan any of it, but in that moment, I didn't stop it either."

"Rohan reminded me of who I was once... before life got quiet, before I felt like I had to shrink myself to keep peace."

"I'm not writing this to hurt you, Ranjit. I just want to be honest. You always said honesty matters more than anything."

"Thank you for caring enough to send someone when I needed comfort. I hope someday we can talk--really talk--about all of this."

"Anu"

Ranjit sat on the edge of the bed, phone trembling slightly in his hand. The message from Anu stared back at him--each word sinking in deeper than the last. His chest tightened, his breath shallow. He read it again. And again.

His face was pale, eyes wide and glassy. A nervous sheen covered his forehead, and his lips parted slightly as if caught mid-breath. There was a haunted stillness in him--as though someone had pulled the ground from under his feet. His fingers hovered over the keyboard, frozen.

He tried typing: "I'm sorry for disappointing you..."

Deleted it.

Tried again: "I didn't mean for this to happen."

Deleted.

His reflection in the screen looked small, worn. His shaved frame, once a symbol of discipline and order, now felt exposed. His shoulders hunched. He looked like a man unraveling--not with anger, but with helplessness.

A soft, broken whisper escaped him. "I just wanted her to feel loved."

His fingers shook as he typed again:

"I'm sorry for disappointing you, Anu. I never wanted to let you down. I only wanted you to be happy... even if that meant not with me. I miss who we were. I still love you. Always."

He hit send. Then sat in silence, staring at the message. Waiting. Hoping. Scared.

9:58 AM

"Ranjit... I don't know exactly how to put this into words, but I'm going to try."

"This morning feels different. Lighter. Not because I've made any big decisions yet, but because I feel something I haven't felt in a very long time--clarity."

Anu stood by the kitchen window, the mug warm between her hands. Sunlight filtered through the curtains, kissing her bare shoulders with gold. There was a quiet stillness in the room, but inside her, a storm of thoughts gently calmed.

"Last night stirred something in me. It wasn't just about the past or the feelings that Rohan awakened--it was about remembering who I used to be before I started dimming myself to keep peace."

"You've always been kind, Ranjit. Gentle. Thoughtful. And yet, somewhere along the way, I began to feel invisible in the space we shared."

She looked at her reflection in the glass--no makeup, hair tousled, still radiant. Not because of how she looked, but because of how she felt. Free.

"There's no guilt in what I feel now. Just honesty. Maybe that's something we both need. I'm not blaming you, but I can't pretend I'm the same woman anymore."

"You deserve someone who loves you fully. I need to be someone who feels fully alive. We should talk soon. Not as a fight. Just... as two people figuring out what love really means."

"Take care of yourself, Ranjit. Let's be honest from here on."

Ranjit sat motionless, the morning light casting long shadows across his room. Her message had landed like a soft blow to the chest -- not angry, not cruel, just... final in its honesty. He stared at the screen, his heart pounding louder than the silence around him.

His thumbs hovered above the keyboard. He swallowed hard. Tried to write something profound. Something that would make her change her mind.

All he could manage was:

"sorry. please don't dump me."

He stared at the words, ashamed of how small they sounded. But they were real. His breath hitched as he typed again, fingers trembling.

"i will do as you say. i will support you the way you like. not stop you from having fun or pleasures."

He paused, his reflection in the dark phone screen looking hollow. This wasn't the man he once thought he was. He had tried to be loving, kind, supportive. But he knew, deep down, that in the parts where she needed strength, passion, presence--he had faded.

"i know i'm not strong like rohan. i know i've failed to satisfy you... in ways you didn't even want to say out loud. i feel like less of a man. i'm sorry."

Tears welled in his eyes as he sent the message. His jaw clenched, not in anger--but in fear. Of losing her. Of being forgotten. Of never being enough.

And still... he waited. For something. Anything.

10:12 AM

"Good."

She typed the word slowly, a faint smirk playing at the corner of her lips--not from cruelty, but from a place of certainty. For the first time in a long while, Anu felt the weight lifting off her shoulders. Not because everything was solved, but because she was finally standing in the truth of what she felt.

She walked toward the bathroom with a quiet grace. Her feet against the cool floor, the soft light from the window warming her skin. There were faint marks on her neck--remnants of last night's intensity--but it wasn't just about passion. It was about remembering herself. Remembering that she could still feel, still burn with life.

She sat on the edge of the tub, her phone still in hand. She stared at Ranjit's message--desperate, confused, pleading. A part of her softened. She didn't hate him. She never did. But something inside her had shifted.

She typed again:

"We'll talk when you're back. But for now, stop messaging me. Let me shower and breathe. I need clarity too."

She set the phone down, exhaled, and let the quiet fill the room.

This wasn't a breakup. Not yet. But it was the beginning of a change--a woman stepping into her own voice. And a man, perhaps, learning to live under a new kind of truth.

"Good."

"We'll talk when you're back. But for now, stop messaging me. Let me shower and breathe. I need clarity too."

He swallowed hard, heart thudding in his chest as he hesitated... then typed:

"Yes, ma'am."

It was meant as a half-joke, half-surrender. But before he could add another message, the double ticks on WhatsApp disappeared.

Blocked.

A cold wave ran through him. He blinked. Reopened the app. Nothing. No profile picture. No last seen. No way to reach her.

In a rush of desperation, he dialed her number--once, twice, five times. Voicemail.

The weight in his chest grew heavier. A pit opened in his stomach. His hands trembled as he set the phone down on the dresser and sat on the edge of the bed, staring at the floor.

Was it really over?

The echoes of past relationships came flooding in. Times he'd felt "not enough." The girlfriend who once told him he was "too nice, too soft, too unsure." He thought Anu had seen beyond that.

He looked at his reflection. The same 5'9" frame. Fit, but not commanding. Clean-shaven. Neat. A man who tried hard, loved deeply--but somehow always came up short.

He sighed, dragging himself to the bathroom. Washed his face. Tucked his shirt in, adjusted the collar, all with robotic precision. The silence in the room screamed.

He whispered under his breath, almost like a mantra:

"Just get through the day."

As he stepped out, phone still in hand, he couldn't help but refresh WhatsApp one more time.

Still blocked.

And with a sigh, he left for work--carrying not just his laptop bag, but the growing weight of a love that now felt painfully out of reach.

Meanwhile Ranjit was the last thing on Anu's mind. Just after blocking him she took a long warm shower remembering the last night and feeling wings around her arms.

She stood in front of the mirror, wrapped in soft morning light, her reflection clearer than it had felt in years. She tilted her head slightly, admiring not just her appearance but the woman she saw--calm, radiant, and finally in control. For so long, she'd moved through life trying to meet others' expectations--gentle, supportive, accommodating. But now, something in her had shifted. Last night had been more than just a moment; it was a reflection of her awakening. Of realizing her own desires, voice, and the quiet power she had tucked away.

She snapped a quick photo, smiling softly--not seductively, but confidently--and sent it to Rohan with a lighthearted message:

"You've awakened a part of me I thought I lost. See you at the office, troublemaker."

It was playful. Free. Honest.

Anu placed her phone down, running her fingers through her hair. She wasn't defined by anyone--not by expectations, not by guilt. This was her time to own her choices, her life, and her happiness.

As she walked toward her wardrobe to get dressed for the day, she carried a new clarity in her step--a quiet boldness, and the sense that she was finally, unapologetically herself.

As she got in her lingerie and put her bangles dressing up for Rohan, suddenly her mobile chimed and there was a mail from Ranjit. She moved to Kitchen and made her coffee and sat on the dining table next to her lavish open kitchen facing the bar and big portrait of her and Ranjit and opened her laptop to read thinking in her head that she is not a cheater and she has loved Ranjit and she has to be loyal in relationship and now she has two husbands and feel that Rohan keeps her happy emotionally and sexually.

Computer opens and she refreshes her gmail as she takes the sip looking at the beautiful picture of the beach they had visited for honey moon just few months back. Before she could get lost in thoughts the mailbox opened and she clicked on mail by Ranjit.

11:27 am

Subject: Landing Soon -- Wanted to Talk Before I'm Back

Hi Anu,

I hope you've been doing well. I'll be back in town this Friday, and before we see each other, I felt it was important to write to you--not just to catch up, but to speak openly, maybe more openly than we've been able to in the past few months.

I've been thinking a lot about us. About where we are, what we've been through, and where we might be headed. I know things have changed. I can feel it--not just in the distance between us, but also in how much more confident and expressive you've become. And honestly, I respect that. I see how much you've grown into yourself and even though it's been hard on me at times, I admire it.

Thank You for sharing about Rohan. I don't know details, but I understand that he's brought something into your life that was missing. That kind of connection, that energy--it's powerful, and I'm not here to compete with it. But I also believe that what we have is still worth something, maybe even worth evolving.

So here's what I want to propose--what if we don't try to go back to the way things were? What if we try something new? I'm open to exploring a female-led dynamic if that's what you need. I'm also willing to consider, together, the idea of an open or polyamorous arrangement--at least for a few months--to see how it feels, what it brings up, and whether it creates more closeness or more distance between us.

That doesn't mean we're avoiding the hard questions. If this doesn't work, if it creates more harm than connection, then we'll need to face that honestly too--even if it means talking about divorce. I'm not saying that lightly. I just want to make space for what's real, instead of pretending we're still in the same place we were a year ago.

Let's talk when I'm back. No pressure, no expectations--just honesty.

Warmly,

Ranjit

Anu's jaw remained opened and she could feel her pussy wet and juices as she puts a finger in her pussy and pull her juices out and lick them wondering if she is the most powerful creature in the world. She is not able to imagine how she has two loving husbands in less than 48 hrs willing to please her and one offering female led relationship and polyamory and the other willing to cover up for all his mistakes with love, sex and money.

she couldnt thanked her stars as she opened her internet search assistant and typed multiple questions in different windows

" What is female led relationship? "

"what is polyamory?"

"Does a woman who loves her husband but husband is not good in bed should adopt polyamory at her husband requests"

She picks her phone and messages Rohan " I am wet and i want your big cock in me right now and your powerful strokes reminding of the queen i am" She winks herself at her reflection on computer screen as she walks in to pick a babydoll for her morning sex with Rohan.

"I will have a fun day of research and decision today. I love you Ranjit. thank you" she thanks Ranjit in her mind and the bell rings and she knows Rohan is here and she smiles as she looks at herself sitting in her dressing mirror and says loud looking at the mirror " I love you Anu. You are the best and Rohan i love you too" smiles at Rohan as he walks in

End of Episode 3