(I know it has been quite a while since I posted the last part. I won't bore the audience with what held me back. I saw a few responses, some good some critical, and I welcome them both. I had been thinking about how to kick things back on and I feel it is important to give climax to the story.)
Mohit was sitting on the bar counter with a bottle of JD opened. He was staring at the floating cubes of ice, slowly melting in his whisky, his mind clearly on another thing. It was clear that it had been a while since he had the first peg and he probably has lost count of how many he had. It has been a week since Archana confessed to him about the events that happened between her and Rohan. He couldn't tell even after a week how did he feel about it. It was he, who encouraged her to take this road, and it was he who had jerked off to the thought of her wife being naughty with other men. But when she confessed, he noticed the smile on her face, and the satisfaction. She was not guilty about it, just like he always asked of her. Pouring himself another peg as he tried to think if he should ask about if she wants it again, if she already has done it again, does he even have a say in it? A million questions run in his head as the bartender comes and asks him to settle the bill, it is time for them to close. Mohit sighs and takes his wallet out, asking the bartender if he can help him to get a room to stay the night.
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The alarm blares once again and Archana wakes up. She looks to the other side of the bed which is once again empty. It has been happening frequently in the past week and her husband was offering no explanations about where is he spending his nights. She sighs as she slips out of the bed. Walking to the kitchen to prepare tea and picks her phone to call him, 'switched off' is what she gets in response. Neither she or Rohan expected this to be casual, but neither of them had the guts to even look at each other in the eye, let alone talk about it.
Even though Archana felt that talking to her husband about it would put her mind at ease a little, she knew that fantasies and the real world are sometimes better when not mixed. She could sense how Mohit took quite some time to accept that she wasn't just saying those words to get him hard for sex, but actually confessing about something that happened in the real world. And even though he did not show any anger or remorse, she knew he could not sleep that night. All three of them tried to keep things normal, hoping that after a while they would just forget about it and things would be normal indeed.
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Rohan was woken up by the clattering of utensils in the kitchen, his eyes slowly sobered up as he looked to the roof and wondered what time is it. Slowly getting up and leaning against the wall, he can see Vimla doing the chores in a rush, meaning that she woke up late again. He couldn't blame her for it, he knew that she must have been tired after the pounding he gave her last night. Rohan was having a hard time processing the night with Archana, and not able to talk to her about it was only adding to his turmoil. Thankfully for him, he had a wife that never asked questions whenever he wanted her on bed. She would simply consider it a part of her wife duties and obey whenever and whatever he demanded.
But even Vimla could sense that this past week had been different, the sex drive of her husband seems to be going through the roof. He often had these phases where he would be extra needy, but that usually lasted a couple of days only. But it was different this time, she was skipping on her afternoon naps because whenever Rohan was home, he wanted to pound her like an animal. Almost like he was searching for something that wasn't there.
"Come here," said Rohit looking at Vimla, who was struggling to finish her morning chores.
"Not now," she said as she gave a quick glance and saw his morning boner. "I will be late just like yesterday and that would mean listening to madam's tantrums all day," she says and wipes her hands.
Rohan just nods his head in an understanding manner. He would usually not care for her explanations but he was not getting the satisfaction he felt that night. It was like eating the forbidden fruit, and now that he had tasted it, nothing else would satiate his appetite. He knew exactly what would satisfy her, and now he had no other options. He decided to be bold.
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Archana was busy with her kitchen duties when she saw Mohit enter through the front gate. She quickly walked up to him and understood in a single glance that he was hungover. She was angry, she was concerned, but she did not say anything. They exchanged a look and he went for a shower. Archana knew that this would not prevent him from going to the office and she headed back to the kitchen to pack his lunch.
Rohan arrived right on time, just like always, and ringed the doorbell to signal that he has arrived. Archana walked to the front gate, her heartbeat escalated. "Sahab is in the shower, it will take some time, wait," she said without any expression on her face. Rohan nodded but looked at her intently. They both exchanged nervous glances but he was determined to either find a closure or find a way forward.
Mohit was soon downstairs and Rohan greeted him with a smile, Rohan obviously had no clue that his actions are known in full details to his employer. Of course, it was never the intention or in interest of Mohit either.
"I may have to stay late at the office today as we have the financial audit due soon," said Mohit.
Both Archana and Rohan heard it. Archana was slightly concerned about Mohit's state but she did not question him. Rohan and Mohit get in the car and they drive away, leaving Archana with a sense of turmoil that she had been feeling every time she was in the company of both men.
