The Valentine’s Day Debt4.7 (3)
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I never thought I’d be telling this story. But here we are. I am Vijay but this isn’t just my story. This is Neetha’s story too, so both of us will be taking turns narrating it.
Our story begins just over 20 years ago when we first met in college. Back then, I was a poor kid, paying college fees by doing part-time jobs.
Neetha was the campus heartthrob—lush flowing dark hair, thick lashes, a laugh that made my chest tighten and eyes that could light up the room.
But before I get to her, I have to tell you about Sukhi. He was the kind of guy who walked into a room and made the air feel heavier. Rich. Confident. Domineering. He owned the space wherever he went.
He came from a wealthy and influential family and made sure everyone could feel the wealth, even when he wasn’t flaunting it. The three of us became friends in the very first year of college. However, things were destined to get complicated and they did.
From the day we met, there was a chemistry and a tension between Neetha and I. I tried to ignore it, but it was like a slow burn under my skin, a fire that wouldn’t die. Every time Neetha was near, I could feel the heat of her, the way her body moved, the way her lips parted when she laughed.
I could sense that she was drawn to me too, but was hesitant, fearing rejection. God, how I wanted to taste her, love her, fill her, make her mine for eternity.
Mustering all the courage I had, I invited her over to my place for lunch one day, promising to cook her a Maharashtrian meal. I had made Gori Amti, a tangy coconut and lentils based curry to go with steamed rice, a Konkan variant of Maharashtrian fried fish and Kismur, a dry-shrimp salad.
Her reaction to the very first bite she took made my day. Her eyes closed, her lips parted, and she let out a soft, breathy moan that was almost erotic. “Oh my god, Vijay,” she said, her voice husky, “this is so heaven.”
I watched her, my eyes unable to move from her lips as she savored the food, enjoying every bite. She was wearing jeans and an off-shoulder top that hugged her curves, revealing just a hint of cleavage every time she bent forward to take a bite.
The way she licked her lips after each bite was driving me insane. I wanted to be the one she was tasting, the one she was moaning for. I’d never thought just watching someone eat could be such a turn-on.
“More?” I asked, my voice rough.
She nodded, her eyes locking onto mine. “Oh fuck yeah!”
I served her another helping and stood by her side, watching as she took another bite and getting a better view down her top when she bent forward. And then it happened.
“You not eating?” she said after the next bite, lifting her head to face me.
As she looked at me, I noticed that some of the gravy had trickled down the side of her lips, and on to her chin.
“You got some gravy leak,” I said pointing to her chin.
She absently tried wiping it, completely missing the spill before adding, “You are avoiding the question. You cook so well, why aren’t you eating?”
* because I want to eat you * I thought. “You missed it completely,” I said instead.
“You get it then,” she said thrusting her face and chin towards me and closing her eyes. I couldn’t help it.
Looking back at life, what happened next set the course for our lives.
My brain said wipe it with a napkin, but a completely different part of my body was directing me now.
Bending forward, I licked the gravy off her chin.
The moment my tongue touched her skin, a few things happened. A jolt of electricity went through me. Neetha’s eyes snapped open wide. She jumped out of the chair in surprise, toppling it.
My brain said pick up the chair. My insecurity braced for a slap. But my eyes didn’t know where to focus — on those eyes that were glaring at me with a fire I was failing to understand, or her chest that was heaving in anger? desire?
Neither of us moved. The slap never arrived. We just stood, neither able to find the words that should have come next.
Then cupid arrived in the form of a drop of gravy that left her chin and landed on her heaving cleavage, trickling between her breasts and disappearing into the folds of her top.
I wasn’t thinking anymore. I just went after it.
Pulling her top down, I buried my face into the most beautiful valley in the world, my tongue finding the errant drop, cold on my tongue amidst the warmth between her breasts.
Part of me expected to be pushed away. My ears heard a moan.
Fingers disappeared in my hair, my head was jerked up and I was pulled into a kiss I could only have dreamed of.
Her tongue entered my mouth and the rest of the world faded away. Her hands fumbled with my belt, then the button of my jeans, then the zipper and I was free and in her hand.
She stroked me, her fingers tightening and loosening around my cock. I groaned into her mouth, my hips bucking against her grip.
My hands were busy pulling her top down. No bra! Her breasts spilled out — proud, full and heavy, her dark nipples already hard as my fingers caressed them, making Neetha moan in my mouth before breaking the kiss, panting.
“Oh God, Vijay,” she moaned, her hand continuing to stroke my growing hardness. “Don’t stop.”
I didn’t. I bent forward and licked the hard tip of a nipple, my tongue swirling around it before sucking it into my mouth. Neetha gasped, her back arching as I bit down gently. “Vijay—” she hissed, her nails digging into my scalp.
Her free hand gripped my hair, pulling me closer as I switched to the other breast, my teeth grazing the sensitive peak. My cock throbbed in her grasp, pre-cum already slicking her fingers as she stroked me. I could feel her pulse racing, her breath coming in sharp, desperate gasps.
“Bedroom,” she panted, her voice rough with need. “Now.”
I didn’t need to be told twice. We left a trail of hurriedly discarded clothes between the dining table and my bed. Both of us were naked by the time I pushed her on the bed, spread her legs and buried my face in heaven.
The pain from her fingers pulling my hair paled against the taste of her hungry shaved pussy. My tongue disappeared into her wet folds, licking up her juices like a man starved. She was dripping, her thighs trembling as I spread them wider, my hands gripping her ass to pull her closer.
“Yes—Vijay—oh God YESSS” she gasped, her back arching off the bed.
I didn’t answer, just buried my face deeper, my tongue swirling around her clit before sucking it into my mouth. She tasted like sin—sweet, musky, addictive. My fingers reached for her breasts, pinching her nipples hard as my tongue lashed at her swollen clit.
Neetha’s hips jerked against my face, her thighs clamping around my head and she let out a primal scream, erupting in my mouth violently.
Her pussy clenched around my tongue as she came, her honey flooded my mouth as her body trembled beneath me.
I lapped her up, my tongue dragging through her folds, savoring every last drop of her release.
She kept cumming for what felt like an eternity and a fleeting moment at the same time, feeding my hungry mouth as she kept screaming my name, begging me to ‘put it in her.’
I crawled up her body, kissing my way up her trembling thighs, her stomach, her heaving chest, her neck, her lips. She tasted divine — like desire, like everything I had ever wanted. Her legs wrapped around me, pulling me closer, her nails digging into my back as I settled between her thighs.
I kissed her, letting her taste herself on my tongue. She reached between our legs, gripping my cock and guiding me to her entrance.
I could feel her heat, her wetness, her need. I wanted to tease her, to draw it out, but I was too far gone. I needed her too badly.
Our lips locked, eyes boring into each other, I entered heaven with one long, slow push.
Her back arched, her neck exposed, and a guttural moan tore from her throat as I filled her completely. I buried my face in her neck, licking and biting.
Her nails dug into my back, moving down to my hips and pulling me deeper into her.
She clenched around me, her walls pulsing, milking me as I stayed buried inside her. Our lips and tongues met again and I started moving in and out of her, slowly at first but picking up pace with each thrust.
Her nails dug deeper into my skin as I fucked her, her legs wrapping around my waist, pulling me deeper into her. “Harder, Vijay, harder—” she moaned, her voice a desperate whisper. The sound of our bodies slapping filled the room, her wetness making obscene, sloppy noises with every thrust.
She hadn’t lasted when I ate her out, and I didn’t last either. Well, I lasted long enough to time my release with her second orgasm.
I could feel her pussy tightening around my cock, her walls fluttering as she came undone beneath me. Her back arched off the bed, her nails digging into my shoulders as she screamed my name, her voice raw with pleasure.
“Fuck, Vijay—oh God, I’m coming—don’t stop—” she panted, her thighs trembling around my hips.
I couldn’t hold back any longer. My balls drew up tight, my cock throbbing as I buried myself to the hilt inside her.
I came with a guttural groan, my release spilling deep inside her, filling her up as her pussy milked every last drop from me.
“Don’t pull out.”
“I won’t.”
“Just stay in me.”
“Forever and ever.”
She giggled, “you never did get to eat lunch did you?” she said, her fingers running through my hair.
“Actually, I did.” I said with a wink.
After that day, we couldn’t have enough of each other. We did it at every opportunity, from stolen quickies to weekends spent naked in bed, wrapped around each other.
It felt like I was complete only when I was with her. I thanked that little errant drop of gravy every single day.
Graduation was around the corner and I planned to propose to her on the last day of exams.
But then, life had other plans.
Sukhi and I were stepping out of class when an attendant approached telling me I was to visit the Dean’s office. Being summoned just a week before the exams couldn’t be good news, so Sukhi decided to tag along for moral support.
The moment we stepped into the Dean’s office, I knew what was coming. The look on his face said it all.
“I am sorry, but you won’t be able to attend the final exams, Vijay,” he said flatly, not even looking up from his papers. “Your fees are overdue, you haven’t been able to pay your dues in spite of multiple reminders and we can’t let you take the exams with unpaid fees.”
My stomach dropped. I had been working three jobs just to keep up, but the hours had been cut, and I was behind. Back then, there was little recourse for a student from a poor family stuck in a system governed by power and ‘rules’ that feed the corporate greed of a rapidly growing nation.
“Please Sir, my entire career and life is at stake. I can’t miss exams.” I said, my voice barely above a whisper. “I have to graduate. I have to provide for my family. I have to—”
Sukhi cut me off. “I’ll pay it.”
I turned to him, stunned. “What?”
He shrugged, as if it was nothing. “Just let me handle it. You can pay me back when you can.”
I wanted to refuse. Pride and dignity warred inside me, but the reality was, I had no other choice. “Thank you,” I muttered, my voice thick with gratitude. “I don’t know how I’ll ever repay you.”
Sukhi clapped me on the back. “Don’t worry about it. What are friends for if they can’t help each other right? Besides, it’s a drop in dad’s bank balance. Nobody will even notice it.”
I didn’t know then, that this would come back to haunt me and change the path my life was about to take.
I didn’t have much, but whatever little I could manage to save went into a modest ring. Neetha wouldn’t mind that it wasn’t a diamond. She would see it for what it was — my lifelong commitment to her.
On the last day of exams, the ring in my pocket and the biggest grin plastered on my face, I was on my way to claim my destiny, when life happened.
Sukhi’s house was on my way to college. I had just walked past it when I heard him call out my name, having just stepped out the door.
Together, we started walking towards college when he dropped the bomb and the earth disappeared from under my feet.
“Dude, can you keep a secret?” Sukhi asked, his voice low, almost hesitant.
“Of course. What’s up?” I said, my mind picturing Neetha’s reaction when I proposed that evening
He exhaled sharply, running a hand through his hair. “It’s about Neetha.”
My heart skipped a beat and I felt a knot in my stomach. “What about her?”
Sukhi looked at me, his expression unreadable. “I like her, Vijay. I mean, *really* like her. I’ve been wanting to ask her out, but you know how she is about entitled rich kids.”
My throat went dry and the world started going blurry before my eyes. My fingers clasped the ring, begging life to have mercy knowing that it wouldn’t be coming.
Oblivious to what I was going through, Sukhi continued rambling about his feelings for Neetha, his insecurities, not knowing if she liked him and on and on.
I heard the words but nothing registered till he said, “I am thinking about asking her out on Valentine’s Day. What do you think?” Sukhi asked, his voice hopeful.
I couldn’t speak. My tongue was glued to the roof of my mouth. The ring in my pocket felt like sand slipping out of my fist, dragging me down with it.
“Vijay? You okay, man?”
I forced a nod, my throat too tight to speak. “Yeah. Yeah, of course. You two would be great together.”
The words tasted like a death sentence I pronounced on myself.
Sukhi grinned, clapping me on the back. “Thanks, bro. I knew I could count on you. You’re the best.”
I managed a weak smile. “Yeah. Of course.”
And just like that, my future evaporated.
Neetha’s Heartbreak In Her Words
I never thought I would be the kind of woman who would let a man break her like that. But Vijay did just that.
Three days.
It had been three days since the last exam, and in that time, Vijay had become a stranger. Not a stranger—that would imply we didn’t know each other. He had become a ghost, haunting the edges of my life while refusing to inhabit it.
Every time I caught his eye, he looked away so fast it made my head spin. The man who had whispered forever and ever into the crook of my neck, the man who proved it by filling my hungry pussy multiple times a day, the man who devoured me like my pussy was the most delicious dish in the world — that man was gone.
Vijay now was so polite, so carefully distant, it made my skin crawl. What had I done wrong? How had I hurt him? He wouldn’t even meet my eyes, let alone talk.
I tried to catch him after class, but he was gone before I could even grab my bag. I messaged him, called him, but he never replied. It was like he had vanished into thin air, leaving me with nothing but the memory of his touch, his taste, and the way he made me feel alive. The worst part was, I knew he was still here. I saw him on campus, walking with his head down, his hands shoved in his pockets. He looked like a man who had been gutted, and I didn’t know why.
Confusion turned to hurt to anger to fury over just three days. I wanted to lash out, I wanted to fight, I wanted to make up, I wanted to…just see him. But the man I loved was gone.
The silence was a physical weight. Every time my phone buzzed and it was just a notification or a text from Sukhi about his ‘big plans,’ I felt a fresh wave of nausea.
That evening, I finally saw them together near the cafeteria. Sukhi was laughing, his arm slung over Vijay’s shoulder in that easy way he had, acting like the world was a playground built just for him. And there was Vijay—stoic, nodding, his face a mask of iron.
I walked straight toward them, my heart hammering a rhythm of pure, unadulterated rage. I didn’t care about the people around us. I didn’t care about Sukhi. I wanted to grab Vijay by the collar and scream until he remembered who I was.
“Vijay,” I said, my voice cutting through Sukhi’s laughter like a knife.
He didn’t jump. He didn’t even look surprised. He just slowly turned his head, his eyes meeting mine for a fraction of a second before dropping to the gravel at my feet.
“Hey, Neetha,” he said. His voice was flat. No heat. No recognition. It was the voice you used for a distant cousin you didn’t particularly like.
“Can we talk… alone?” I asked, my voice trembling with anger and hurt.
Vijay didn’t answer. He just stood there, his jaw clenched, his fingers twitching at his sides like he wanted to reach for me but knew he couldn’t.
“Vijay,” I repeated, my voice softer now, almost pleading. “Please. Just five minutes.”
He finally looked at me. His eyes were dark, haunted, a ghost of a smile appeared and vanished. “Rain check? Got to get to my job or they will fire me.”
How could he dismiss me just like that? The job was more important than me? I felt humiliated.
I stood there, rooted to the pavement, watching his retreating back till he disappeared around the corner of the science block. He didn’t stumble. He didn’t hesitate. He just left.
Was he bored of me? Had he used my body enough and was trying to dump me? I just stood there staring as he walked away without even a backward glance.
The heat of the afternoon sun felt mocking. I felt exposed, used and violated. I felt invisible eyes mocking me as if everyone on campus could see the invisible marks he’d left on my heart—marks that apparently meant nothing to him.
The “forever and ever” he’d whispered felt like a cruel joke that hadn’t lasted a year leave alone a lifetime.
“Neetha? Seriously, are you okay?” Sukhi’s voice was closer now. I felt his hand touch my elbow—a light, hesitant touch that felt worlds away from the possessive, hungry way Vijay used to hold me.
I pulled back, my eyes finally snapping to Sukhi. He looked genuinely worried, his brow furrowed, his expensive watch catching the light. He was everything a woman was supposed to want: kind, stable, and destined for success.
“I’m fine, Sukhi,” I said, though my voice sounded hollow, like it was coming from the bottom of a well. “I’m just… tired. Exams, I guess.”
“Yeah, totally,” he said, sounding relieved. “Listen, about tomorrow… I’ve got something special planned. You’ll be there, right? Seven o’clock at The Bistro?”
I looked toward the corner where Vijay had vanished. My heart was a jagged piece of glass in my chest, cutting me with every breath. I wanted to say no. I wanted to go to Vijay’s place and break his door down. But the humiliation was too thick. Partying was the last thing on my mind, but if he could drop me, I needed to find a way to move on too.
“I’ll be there,” I whispered.
If Vijay didn’t want me, if I was just a ‘rain check’ to him, then I would show him I could move on just as fast as he did.
I didn’t realize then that I was walking straight into a trap, and that the man I loved was the one who had set it.
Valentine’s Day. Betrayal. Pain. Anger. Revenge. Alcohol.
Life was a blur. Vijay kissed me. No, was that Sukhi? Did I kiss him back?
The taste was wrong. It had the sour taste of deceit. Of betrayal. If Vijay thought he could dump me and I would turn into a sob story, I would show him just wrong he was. I was not going to drown in sorrow. I was going to fuck my way out of it. I was going to fuck his best friend. Sukhi was in a for a treat. Tonight.
“Neetha,” a voice whispered. It was soft. It was adoring. It was Sukhi. Just the man I needed. I grabbed his neck and pulled him into a kiss, shoving my tongue into his mouth. I reached for his cock and he pulled back surprised.
“Not here, not in public Neetha, how about we take this to my place?” He whispered, his hands taking my elbow and leading me out of the party.
He pulled his hardness out and guided my mouth to it in the backseat of his chauffeur driven car. What was I doing in Sukhi’s car. Why was I sucking his dick? I didn’t care. I wanted him. Why did Vijay have to dump me?
The car was moving and so was the cock in and out of my mouth. And then it spat and Sukhi screamed.
I felt the hot, thick jets of his release hit the back of my throat, my tongue, my lips. I swallowed automatically, my throat working around him as he pulsed and twitched in my mouth. “I love you, Vijay” I mumbled licking every drop of cum off his cock.
I pulled back, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand, my lips still tingling from the force of his orgasm. Sukhi’s breath came in ragged gasps, his cock still half-hard, glistening with my saliva and his cum. He had a confused look on his face that made me giggle.
“What did you call me?” Sukhi’s voice was thick with disbelief, his cock still twitching in my grip.
I looked up at him, my lips swollen from sucking him, my tongue still tasting his cum.
“Sorry, I meant Sukhi,” I said giggling, “enjoyed it? Here taste it.” I said kissing Sukhi and feeding him my tongue, letting him taste himself on me.
He groaned, his hand reaching between my legs and up my skirt as he kissed me. He slid my panties down and his finger entered me.
I didn’t want Sukhi’s finger. I wanted Vijay’s cock. But I would have to make do for now. I reached for the limp cock between Sukhi’s legs as he finger-fucked me.
I was moments from an orgasm when the car pulled up at Sukhi’s place.
He carried me out of the car and into his bedroom. By the time he had stripped me naked, he was hard again. I was drunk, but not too drunk to feel the way his cock stretched me open, filling me up in one brutal thrust.
I gasped, my nails digging into his back as he fucked me against the wall, his hips slamming into mine with every stroke. He sucked my breasts. ‘Look what you are making me do…why Vijay, why?’ I thought as his best friend pounded me.
“Ah yes, Neetha,” Sukhi groaned, his breath hot against my neck. “You feel so good.”
I didn’t answer. I just wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper, my body moving with his in a rhythm that felt both familiar and foreign. His cock hit that spot inside me, the one that made my vision blur, and I moaned, my head falling back as pleasure coiled tight in my belly.
I was barreling towards and orgasm and could feel his cock start throbbing inside me.
“Wait for me,” I begged.
I was so close, I could taste it. My clit was on fire, my pussy clenching around his cock like it never wanted to let go. I could feel his release building, his cock swelling inside me, his balls drawing up tight against my ass.
Sukhi groaned, his fingers digging into my hips as he held me in place, his cock buried to the hilt inside me. “Fuck, Neetha—” he gasped, his voice rough. “I’m gonna come—”
“Don’t you dare, Sukhi” I hissed, my nails raking down his back. “Not yet. I’m not done with you.”
My voice was a low growl, my fingers digging into his ass as I pulled him deeper into me. The wall was cold against my back, but I didn’t care. All I felt was the heat of his body, the way his cock stretched me, the way my pussy clenched around him like it was starving for him.
He groaned, his forehead pressing against mine, his breath coming in ragged gasps. “Fuck, Neetha, you’re killing me.”
“Yes, yes, yes…fuck yes, Vijay, fill me NOW!!!!!” I screamed as my orgasm hit.
My vision blurred, my back arched, and my pussy clenched around his cock like a vice.
I could feel every vein, every ridge of him as his cock erupted, shooting rivers of cum into my depths.
I vaguely remember the rest of that night.
I know he fucked my ass too because I was bleeding there the next morning.
As luck would have it, I missed my periods.
Fuck! I had let Sukhi impregnate me. Vijay had gone, Sukhi was there. It is not easy for an unmarried pregnant girl in India even today.
Back then, it was unthinkable. I had a baby coming and I had to think beyond what I wanted. So when he proposed, I couldn’t say no.
And just like that, I stopped being Neetha.
I became a wife, a daughter in law and soon, a mother to Charmi, the one thing that made life worth living.
The Past Revisits Me
Minneapolis in winter can be a brutal combination of the beauty of snow and bone chilling temperatures. The kind of cold that seeps into your bones and makes you long for the warmth of a body pressed against yours.
That body was a Israeli waitress from a bikini cafe I had been to last night — what was her name? I couldn’t remember.
She’d been flirting with me all evening and when I asked her if she’d like to have some fun later, she handed me a piece of paper with her phone number and when she would be getting off duty — two hours later.
I called her at the end of her shift, picked her up and asked her if she was on the pill because I don’t do condoms.
She said she was, so I took her to my place. She was beautiful, hungry, energetic and insatiable. She squirted like a tap — just the way I love women to cum in my mouth and I devoured and fucked her for hours, leaving a few generous loads of cum in her pussy.
I crawled out of bed and made my way to my work desk. I watched her sleeping naked body as I booted up my laptop. I intended to ask her out again… she was a terrific fuck, unlike the last one I had brought home.
There was a notification on Facebook when I logged in and I clicked on it.
It was a friend request from Charmi. I stared at the screen, my heart pounding. I hadn’t seen her since she was a baby. I had sent her gifts on her birthdays, but I had never seen her grow up.
I clicked “Accept.”
A message popped up immediately.
*”Hi Vijay Uncle!”*
*Uncle* The word hit me like a punch to the gut.
She could have been my daughter if life hadn’t been so cruel all those years ago. Ancient history, I told myself and replied. She asked if she could have my phone number and I readily shared it. Within moments, she added me on WhatsApp and I had an incoming call from her.
I answered it, my heart pounding in my chest.
“Vijay Uncle?” Her voice was hesitant, almost shy. She sounded nothing like the kid I remembered, the one I had rocked to sleep in my arms all those years ago. That child was now a young woman with dreams and fears about a future that was slipping through her fingers.
“Charmi,” I said, my voice steady despite the storm inside me. “What a pleasant surprise. It’s been a long time.”
“Too long,” she said, and I could hear the smile in her voice. “I wanted to reach out before, but… well, you know how it is.”
I didn’t know, but I let it slide.
“All ok back home?” I asked, curious about what had prompted this call. From the corner of my eyes, I could see the woman I had fucked half the night stir in bed.
“Well, yes and no…. good news and bad news…” Charmi’s voice brought me back from the naughty thoughts of how I wanted the morning to begin when the woman in my bed woke up.
“I got into MNU,” she blurted out, her words spilling over each other in excitement. “Full scholarship, everything. You teach there right?”
“That’s amazing, Charmi. Congratulations!” I said, my voice warm. “Yes I teach there. It’s is a great school. You’ll love it here. When are you arriving? I’ll pick you up from the airport.”
“That’s the thing, Uncle. I may not be accepting.” Charmi’s voice trembled, and I could hear the unspoken weight in her words.
The woman in my bed sat up, stretching lazily, her naked body silhouetted against the morning light. I turned away, suddenly uncomfortable with the intimacy of the scene.
“What do you mean?” I asked, my voice sharper than I intended. “Why wouldn’t you come?”
“It’s… complicated,” she said, her voice dropping to a whisper. “Mom and Dad are having money problems. Really bad ones. They can’t afford to send me. I don’t know what to do.”
My stomach twisted. Sukhi had money problems? The man who had once thrown money around like it was confetti at a wedding? The man who had paid my college fees without a second thought? The kind of wealth he came from, it was hard to believe he could have money problems.
Over the next few minutes, I got the gist of the story. After Sukhi’s dad passed away, the business partner cheated, leaving Sukhi with nothing.
Born with a silver spoon, Sukhi struggled to stand back on his feet. And now his daughter’s future was at stake. I couldn’t let her let go of her dreams that easily.
He had come to my rescue all those years ago. Now, it was my turn.
“Don’t cry… listen to me Charmi… you have to accept and I will make sure you get to chase your dreams.” I said firmly.
“But how?” Charmi’s voice was thick with tears.
“Leave that to me. I am glad you called. I will be in Bangalore next week. Trust me, you I will make sure you get the education you want and deserve.”
I booked my flight and shut my laptop. Problems could wait. There was a feast waiting for me in bed and I was hungry. I made my way back to bed just as she was starting to crawl out.
“What plans for the day?” I asked her.
“Right now, I need to empty my bladder. No plans after that till I get back to work in the evening. Why? What do you have in mind?” She asked, her eyes sparkling with mischief.
She was already naked, her body still flushed from the night before. She had a body that could make any man’s mouth water—curves in all the right places, full breasts that bounced with every step, and a pussy that tasted like heaven. My cock was already stirring just looking at her.
“I will tell you only if you let me watch you pee.” I said, my eyes locked on her as I leaned back against the headboard, my cock already half hard.
She giggled, “Only because I am curious about your plans, I will let you watch.” She said, walking towards the bathroom.
I followed her after dropping my boxers and freeing my half erect cock. She sat on the toilet and reached for my cock.
I watched her pee and suck my cock. By the time she was done, I was rock hard.
I picked her up and tossed her on the bed.
She landed with a giggle, her legs spreading naturally, her pussy glistening with arousal, making me hungry.
“Your pussy looks hungry for cum,” I said, staring at her glistening wet pussy, “but I am hungry too.”
She squealed when I buried my face between her legs and slid my tongue into her, tasting her tangy arousal.
By the time she left, she had fed me both breakfast and lunch from her pussy and feasted on my cock to her heart’s content.
She left her panties behind, saying she will take them next time and leave me a fresh pair.
So there would be a next time. GRIN.
A week later, I arrived in Bangalore. I knocked on the door of the new address Charmi had given me — a modest apartment building in a shabby location — a complete contrast to the lavish house Sukhi used to live in.
The door swung open, and there stood Sukhi, his once-chiseled frame now gaunt, his hair thinning, his eyes hollow. He looked like a man who had aged forty years in the last two decades.
“Vijay,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. “What a surprise. How did you get this address?”
I stepped inside, my eyes scanning the cramped space. The furniture was sparse, the walls bare. A single painting hung crookedly—Neetha’s painting—I remembered from college days.
“Charmi gave it to me. Where’s she? Where’s Neetha?” I asked, my voice steady despite the storm inside me.
Sukhi’s gaze flickered toward the kitchen, where the sound of clattering dishes and the faint hum of a radio drifted out. “Charmi just left for college ten minutes ago. Neetha, look who’s here.” He shouted towards the kitchen as I followed him into the living room.
Neetha stepped out of the kitchen, wiping her hands on the edge of her saree just as Sukhi and I settled on the modest couch.
She froze when she saw me, her dark eyes widening in shock. The years had been kind to her—her beauty had only deepened, like fine wine. But there was a weariness in her posture, a tension in her shoulders that hadn’t been there before. She looked tired… no she looked resigned, as if life had been sucked out of her.
“Vijay,” she said softly, her voice barely above a whisper. The way she said my name sent a jolt through me, like a current of electricity. It was the same way she used to say it when we were young—full of warmth and something unspoken.
“Neetha,” I replied, nodding politely.
After some small talk, she brought tea for all of us. Over the next hour or so, I learned more details about their financial decline over the years. When I brought up Charmi’s scholarship, Neetha’s face lit up in pride before collapsing in despair.
“She’s always been smarter than anyone else in class,” Sukhi said proudly. “She’ll make it big, I know it.”
“Then let her go chase her dreams, Sukhi. She wants to do this course. Look at the bright side. I teach in the same University, She will be safe I promise you.”
Neetha’s eyes were glassy as she stared into her teacup. “She does deserve this chance, and I couldn’t be happier to see her chase her dreams” she whispered. “But we can’t afford it Vijay. Not even the airfare.”
I leaned forward, setting my cup down. “I can.”
The silence that followed was thick enough to cut with a knife. Neetha looked up sharply.
“I said I can help,” I repeated, keeping my voice steady. “I have the means. Let me do this for Charmi.”
Sukhi’s face darkened. “No, Vijay. We can’t take your money.”
I met his gaze. “Come on Sukhi. Consider it repayment for you saving me in college.” I said, my voice firm. “I owe you this.”
“What happened in college?” Neetha asked, looking confused.
“Nothing,” I said before Sukhi could reply, not wanting to let him open the pandora’s box that would tell Neetha why I had walked away, “that’s between us guy friends, isn’t it?” I said, trying to keep my voice light.
Sukhi looked at me, his eyes reflecting a mix of gratitude and something else I couldn’t quite place. “That was then, this is now. I can’t let you do this.”
“You can and you will. If not for you, then for your daughter’s future. Neetha, come on, talk some sense into him. Whatever our history, Charmi deserves her dreams.”
After much coaxing, they reluctantly agreed to let me bear the cost of Charmi’s travel, dorm fees and a stipend for living expenses. I was given the honor of breaking the news to Charmi when she got home from college and got the loudest squeal followed by the biggest bear hug imaginable.
It was with a heavy heart that I walked away that day bringing back memories of the day I had walked away, all those years ago.
Neeta’s Reluctant Trip In Her Words
Nearly 20 years ago, he walked away without looking back. Four years ago, he did the same thing again. Here I am now packing my bags to leave for Charmi’s graduation. I am the proudest mother alive, and yet I fear facing the past. Do I trust myself living under the same roof as Vijay? I don’t know. I am a different Neetha now, and my daughter comes first.
Sukhi walked into the room as I was packing.
“All set? The cab will be here any moment.” Sukhi stood in the doorway of our tiny bedroom, his hands shoved into the pockets of his worn-out jeans.
I didn’t look up from zipping my suitcase. “Almost. Just have to pick up a few tings from the bathroom. Sukhi, there’s still time. Why don’t you also come? Think how happy Charmi will be to see you there.” I said, my voice steady, but my hands trembled as I folded a sweater. The air in the room felt thick, suffocating.
Sukhi exhaled sharply, his shoulders slumping. “You know I can’t, Neetha. The boss wants me here… then there’s the cost… I can’t make Vijay pay for both of us.” Sukhi’s voice was strained, his fingers tapping nervously against his thigh.
I turned to face him, my hands on my hips. “It’s not charity, Sukhi. He’s offering to help for whatever debt he thinks he owes you. You have heard Charmi talk about how involved he has been. Clearly, he cares for her. Besides, don’t you think Charmi deserves to have both of us there?” I pressed, watching his jaw tighten.
Sukhi ran a hand through his thinning hair, his frustration palpable. “Neetha, I can’t just up and leave. The boss needs me here. I can’t say no to her. You know they are downsizing and I could lose my job if I just up and leave—”
“What’s your priority Sukhi? Her or your daughter and our family?” I asked, my voice trembling with something between anger and despair. The words hung in the air, heavy and unspoken. Sukhi’s face darkened, his jaw clenching.
“Don’t make this about her,” he muttered, turning away. “You know I can’t afford to lose this job. Not now.”
“Fine. You made your choice clear.” I said, my voice cold as I turned back to my suitcase. The silence between us stretched like a taut wire, ready to snap.
I could feel the weight of his gaze on my back, but I refused to turn around. I didn’t want to see the guilt in his eyes, the excuses forming on his lips. Instead, I focused on the task at hand, my fingers moving mechanically as I packed the last of my things.
The sound of the zipper closing was deafening in the quiet room. I stood there for a moment, my hands resting on the suitcase, my breath coming in short, controlled bursts. I could feel the tears pricking at the corners of my eyes, but I blinked them back.
The notification of the cab’s arrival shattered the silence hanging between us.
Her Return Into My Life
The announcement about the flight having landed blared through the speakers. I stood, my foot tapping nervously, the fingers fidgeting around the keys to my Jeep. Passengers started arriving and my eyes searched for the face I had last seen four years ago. I felt like a teenager anticipating his first date as I waited for her.
I had to keep reminding myself that this wasn’t the Neetha from college. This was Sukhi’s wife, Charmi’s mom, a woman who probably hated me for walking out of her life. I was the man who had abandoned her for a debt I owed her husband. I was the man who had let her go. I was the man who had never stopped loving her.
Then I saw her.
Neetha stepped through the doors, pulling a small suitcase behind her. She was dressed in a simple yet elegant saree, the fabric clinging to her curves in all the right places. Her hair was tied back in a loose braid, a few strands framing her face.
I also noticed heads turn as she walked past, eyes lingering on her cleavage, her hips, her curves, her magnetic beauty. She beauty had deepened with time, the way she carried herself spoke of a woman who was self-aware and totally unaware of her magnetism. I felt my heart race as I watched her approach, trying to hide the nervousness I felt.
She stopped in front of me, her eyes meeting mine for the first time in years. There was a flicker of something in her gaze—recognition, maybe, or the ghost of a memory. Her lips parted slightly as if she wanted to say something, but no words came.
“Neetha,” I said, my voice steady despite the turmoil inside me. “You look… amazing.”
She gave me a small, polite smile, but it didn’t reach her eyes.
“Vijay,” she said, her voice soft but controlled. “Thank you for coming to pick me up. I appreciate it.”
I nodded, my throat tight. “Least I could do.” I reached for her suitcase, my fingers brushing against hers as I took it from her. The contact sent a jolt through me, a spark that I hadn’t felt in years. I quickly pulled my hand back, trying to ignore the way my skin tingled.
“Let’s get you home,” I said, heading towards the luggage carousels. Her checked-in bag arrived a few minutes later and we walked in silence to the parking lot, the weight of unspoken words between us heavier than her two bags I dragged behind me.
I could feel Neetha’s eyes on me, studying me, evaluating. I wondered what she saw—if she saw the man who had loved her, the man who had left her, the “Uncle” who made her daughter’s dreams come true, or just a stranger.
The drive home was awkward, the silence hanging between us like a thick curtain. The city lights blurred past the windows, casting fleeting shadows across her face. She had her face turned away, looking out the window through most of the drive. I tried to break the silence with the Bollywood music she used to like in our college days.
Her head turned as the first song came on. Her eyes said, *you still remember* for a fleeting moment before she turned her head back to look out the window.
We reached home in silence. I showed her to the guest room and left her bags just inside the door.
“Hungry? How was the food on the flight?” I asked trying to break the awkward silence between us.
“Famished,” she said with a faint smile, “and the food on the plane was miserable.” She ran a hand through her hair, loosening the braid so it cascaded over her shoulders. The gesture was so familiar it made my chest ache.
“You freshen up while I fix us lunch.” I said pointing to the door to the guest bathroom door, getting a silent *thanks* from her eyes. I left for the kitchen, closing the guest room door behind me.
I was setting the table in the dining room when the familiar aroma of her shampoo and soap announced her arrival behind me — she still used the same shampoo and soap after all these years!
I didn’t have to turn around or see her to feel the stirring in my pants. I had to remind myself she was a married woman before turning to face her and pulling out a chair for her to sit.
“Oh my God! You still remember!” Neetha exclaimed as she lifted the lid of the first pot that contained the Gori Amti.
I smiled at her childlike excitement as she opened the next pot containing the Kismur and finally the fried fish, her eyes shining with tears.
I nodded, my throat tight with emotion. I watched her serve herself and dive in like nothing had changed.
“Heaven!” She moaned as she took the first bite, “just as I remember it.” I watched her eat, a stupid smile plastered on my face.
I had given up the chance to see this scene unfold every single day in my life. What a fool I had been.
I was forgotten, the world was forgotten, the past 20 years were forgotten as Neetha shoveled the food like she hadn’t eaten in weeks.
And then it happened — again.
That gravy leaked out of her mouth, down her chin and a drop landed on her cleavage, just above the edge of her blouse.
I watched the drop trickle down the valley of her breasts and disappear.
I had to walk away because I didn’t trust myself to not try and recreate history. I made an excuse about a call I had to make and left her to finish lunch.
I was at my computer twenty minutes later, when she appeared wiping her hands on the edge of her saree, “you not eating?”
Neeta’s Realizations In Her Words
He remembers! He remembers everything.
I first suspected it when I saw the Jeep at the airport—the brand I used to point out in car magazines back in college, the one I told him I’d own someday when we were daydreaming about the future.
Then came the music on the drive, those specific tracks from our shared playlist. Even the sheets in the guest bedroom were that specific shade of teal I always loved.
But the food was the final proof. He hadn’t just cooked; he had curated a memory. Just the sight and aroma of those dishes and the memories they brought back had me going wet between my legs.
I watched him across the table from the corner of my eyes. I saw the way he looked at me—with a hunger that had nothing to do with the food. So, I pushed. I let that drop of gravy spill. I watched it slide down, knowing exactly where his eyes would follow.
When he practically bolted, I knew. And was that a bulge I noticed in his pants?
I let him simmer as I finished my food before washing my hands and walking up to his home office where he was hiding behind his computer.
“You not eating?” I asked.
I saw his shoulders lock. He didn’t turn immediately, but I felt the heat coming off him.
I wasn’t just asking about lunch; I was asking why he was still starving himself of the life we should have had.
“Not hungry yet… had a late breakfast,” he said, his voice a gravelly lie.
“Liars don’t get dessert,” I teased softly. Would he think I was dessert after all these years?
Back then, he used to devour me for hours like I was a full course meal.
I hadn’t been eaten like that in years. I longed to feel him inside me again. I wanted him to get off that fucking chair and take me, right there, right then. Couldn’t he see how much I longed for him?
He finally looked at me, and the mask was back on—tight, professional and cold. “We should go. Charmi is waiting.”
Bastard!
We arrived at the dorm building of MNU. I was barely out of the Jeep when I saw Charmi charging down the road, her backpack bouncing behind her, her face lit up with excitement.
“Mom!” she screamed, throwing herself into my arms. I held my whole world tight. I was holding my baby after four long years and couldn’t help the tears flowing down my face.
She smelled of youth and ambition, of coffee and textbooks, of the life she had built here without me. She couldn’t stop talking, telling me everything from college to friends to campus life, as she dragged me up the one flight of stairs to her dorm room.
Vijay followed behind us carrying the bag of gifts I had brought from India, a warm smile lighting up his face as he watched the emotional reunion between mom and daughter.
Her dorm room could have been a hotel room. “Did it come furnished?” I asked amazed at the quality of the furniture, the smart TV and the kitchenette.
“No mom, don’t be silly. Vijay Uncke got it for us.” Charmi said proudly.
I looked at Vijay, a silent question in my eyes. He shrugged and whispered, “just a few things here and there.”
“Who is us? You have a roommate? Don’t tell me it’s a he!” I joked, wiping tears and trying to keep the mood light.
Charmi laughed, rolling her eyes and shaking her head. “Like Vijay Uncle would let a guy within a mile of me! Her name is Ria. She’s amazing—you’ll love her.”
“Can’t wait to meet her,” I said smiling and caressing Charmi’s face lovingly.
“She’s just gone to get some stuff for chai. Should be back any minute.” Charmi said, her voice laced with excitement as she pulled me towards the kitchenette. “You have to try her chai, Mom. It’s the best in the whole dorm.”
I smiled, my eyes scanning the room. The walls were adorned with framed photographs—Charmi with her friends, Charmi at various college events, and a few pictures of her with Vijay. My heart clenched at the sight of them together, his arm slung around her shoulder, both of them grinning at the camera. It was clear how much he cared for her.
“Vijay Uncle is the best,” I heard from behind us.
I turned to see a girl who could have stepped out of a fashion magazine plant a kiss on Vijay’s cheek, her hands slung around his neck. I felt an instant pang of jealousy that surprised me.
She was stunning—tall, with sun-kissed skin, dark eyes that sparkled with mischief, and a body that was both athletic and curvy in all the right places. Her hair was a cascade of dark waves. She wore a cropped t-shirt that showed off her toned midriff and lots of cleavage. A pair of short — really short — denim shorts completed the picture.
“Ria, this is my mom,” Charmi said, beaming. “Mom, this is Ria.”
“So nice to finally meet you Aunty,” Ria said letting go of Vijay and hugging me. That’s just her personality — feely-touchy — I said, dismissing the pang of jealousy.
We stood in the kitchen talking, while Ria made her famous tea and we carried our cups to the living room, where Ria parked herself next to Vijay — just a little too close I thought.
Over tea, the girls talked non-stop about the road trips Vijay had taken them on, the museums he had taken them to, how he never forgot anyone’s birthday and never lets them miss home.
I barely heard because my eyes were following Ria’s hand as they rested on Vijay’s thighs (way too high missy), before he politely moved it off his legs — much better.
Of course I hadn’t missed the fact that she wasn’t wearing a bra, letting her nipples strain her top as she pressed her cleavage against Vijay’s arm.
I hated that and didn’t miss how uncomfortable it made Vijay as he tried to move his arm away. Good!
When Charmi suggested we do the dishes, part of me didn’t want to leave Vijay with Ria.
I had to tell myself they were both adults and I wasn’t here all the time. Besides, what business was it of mine? I was his friend’s wife and Charmi’s mom. Not his girlfriend anymore.
Charmi dragged me off the couch, we picked up the tea cups and headed towards the kitchen. While washing the dishes she told me how Vijay had sponsored the elective courses she wanted to do.
Charmi surprised me when she said, “he didn’t have to do that mom. I don’t know what I would have done without him. He’s just god-sent.”
I not only realized that my baby girl had grown into a bright young woman, but also how deeply Vijay cared for her.
If only he hadn’t walked away that day…
When I first landed in the US, I was filled with hatred towards him for deserting me. By lunch time, all the little things he remembered told me that he regrated it. By the time we left the dorm, I wanted him and wanted him to know that I wanted him.
We pulled out of the dorm and I waited till we were out of the gate before speaking.
“You’re so quiet,” I said, my voice dropping an octave, honeyed and sharp. “Is it the silence of a saint, or are you still thinking about Ria’s nipples tattooing her name on your arm?”
“What?” Vijay’s head jerked, obvious surprise written all over his face. Men notice nothing, the fools.
“Didn’t you notice because you are so used to taking skimpily clad 19-year old braless girls on road trips?”
Vijay pulled into the shoulder and stopped the car, he was glaring when he turned to face me.
“You should be ashamed Neetha.” He said. “These kids are away from home, away from parents trying to blend into an alien culture amidst judging students. One of them happens to be your child — who I love to the moon and back by the way. Is that what you think I have become? A predator preying on innocent 19 year old girls?”
Fuck… that stung and I felt small. I had crossed a line and insulted not just him, but every 19-year old girl, including my own daughter. Silence returned to the car. A minute turned to five. Vijay sat staring out the windshield, his knuckles white as he gripped the steering wheel.
“I’m sorry,” I said reaching out and placing a hand on his. His eyes went to my hand first and I saw his eyes soften before he turned to face me, “I was just trying to tease you. I didn’t mean it the way it came out,” I added mouthing the word *sorry* again.
Finally he smiled. In that smile, I melted. In that smile he told me I was forgiven. In that smile he told me he knew what I meant and was just proving his point.
I smiled back. His expression changed to ‘what’s coming next’ when he saw the mischief in my eyes.
“Man she’s hot, you can’t deny that,” I said punching him in the arm.
“That she is, some guy is going to get really lucky… if she isn’t dating already that is.” He said. He paused a moment as if deciding whether to say more or not, before adding, “that said, she isn’t a scratch on you, cross my heart.”
“She isn’t dating.” I said with a finality that surprised him.
“How in the world would you know that?”
“Because we women notice things you guys are blind to. She has a massive crush on you Vijay. If only you knew all the things she wants to do to you.”
“Yeah? Like what? You’re being ridiculous.”
“Am I? You know what would be happening if she was here right now instead of me? Dusk, deserted road, parked car. Want to guess?” She asked nudging my arm playfully with her elbow.
“Don’t even go there, Neetha,” Vijay said, going beet red in the face.
“Oh I am there already,” I said resting my hand high on his thigh like Ria had and mimicking Ria’s voice, “want to know what I want?”
“Neetha stop it.” he said but burst out laughing at my clumsy attempt at mimicking Ria’s voice.
“You are so handsome and nice.” I continued pressing myself into his arm like Ria had, rubbing my breasts up and down as I went lower and lower till my head was between his legs.
Then I mimicked the sound of unzipping his pants with my mouth, making him laugh out loud.
“Your popsicle is so big. It looks so yummy, I love popscicles. Can I suck it?” Before he could speak his erection spoke… “Look it’s growing… is it growing for me?” I said moving my head up and down as if I was giving him a blowjob.
“Neetha don’t” he wasn’t playful anymore. He was begging desperately. I looked up at him, “Don’t do this to me Neetha, I beg you. I won’t be able to stop if you push me over the edge.”
I sat back in my seat and straightened my messy hair, “You know what Vijay… I never wanted you to stop. Not all those years ago and I wouldn’t stop you now either. Too bad you didn’t want me bad enough to stay the course.”
We drove home under a cloud of darkness. How can just one day have so many shades? He wanted me. I wanted him. Why couldn’t he just reach out and take what he knew was his?
I Learn The Full Story
When we reached home, Neetha ran out of the car. I found her wiping her tears when I locked up and reached the door. Silently I let us in and she ran into the guest room, closing the door behind her.
Why do I keep hurting the one woman I would never want to hurt? I sighed and decided to busy myself cooking dinner — another meal that she loved. I am such a sucker!
“I’m sorry,” I heard an hour later. But even before I heard her words, her aroma had told me she was standing behind me at the kitchen door.
“For what?” I asked without turning.
“I shouldn’t have done that in the car. I felt hurt when you asked me to stop. I felt rejected yet again. And I was wrong in feeling that way too.”
“You have nothing to be sorry about Neetha…” I said turning around to face her.
“I do…”
“Do you want to argue or would you like to dig into varan bhaat and onion pakora?” I asked grinning and opening the lid of the pots containing another classic Maharashtrian lentils curry and rice.
“You bastard,” she said throwing herself at me, her hands pounding my chest, tears rolling down her eyes, “you remember everything. You heartless bastard.” I let her hit me till she gave up and collapsed in my arms sobbing.
I let her calm down before speaking, “now do you want to tell me what you haven’t told me yet?”
“What do you mean?” She asked looking up.
“We do notice you know. I noticed a tension between you and Sukhi when I visited you. You haven’t told me everything. Now, do you want to just beat me to a pulp or tell me your story while you eat?”
When the dam burst, everything came flooding out. The girl I used to know shoveled her favorite food down while the woman narrated her story between tears. Between the two, she shredded my heart into a thousand pieces.
She told me about her revenge sex with Sukhi, her pregnancy, the compromise marriage, the financial slide made worse by his gambling, the debts taken just to pay school and college fees, the growing strain on the marriage, the constant fights and the punch in the gut — he hit her a year ago during an argument and they hadn’t slept in the same bed since then.
I was seething in rage…at myself more than Sukhi.
What had we done to her? And yet she had held on to her playful side.
“Oh I almost forgot,” She said wiping her tears, “why do you think Sukhi isn’t here?”
“I know his story about work was bullshit. I figured he was trying to save me a dollar.”
Neetha laughed, and that laugh was worse than her crying. This was a broken woman’s darkest revelation that was about to hit me. I braced for impact, but nothing could have prepared me for what she said next.
“No he was honest when he said his boss wouldn’t let him go. What he didn’t tell you was that his boss is the 30 year old daughter of the business owner, a predatorial divorcee who cheated on her husband while they were married and is now devouring every man who reports into her. She threatened to fire Sukhi when he resisted her advances. Her ultimatum — be my date and make me happy on Valentine’s Day or consider yourself fired. And what does my dear husband do? He chooses to stay back and fuck her to save his job, over me and his daughter.”
I felt a knife go through my heart. There was nothing I could do to right the wrongs or change history. All I could do was hope that Charmi’s graduation tomorrow would provide some healing.
Graduation Day In Neetha’s Words
I couldn’t sleep after pouring my heart out to Vijay. His blood shot eyes were proof that he hadn’t been able to sleep either. How I didn’t end up in his bed last night, I have no idea.
But today wasn’t about us. Today was a tale of two realities — my daughter graduating in front of my eyes, while my husband fucked his boss on the other side of the world.
I didn’t step out of the guest bedroom till it was almost time to leave. I don’t think I could have been able to hold myself together if we ended up pouring our hearts out again this morning.
Vijay was pacing outside the room and held me in a tight hug the moment he saw me. It wasn’t a hug that spoke of love or desire. It wasn’t even an apology for walking out of my life. It was a hug that spoke of protection, compassion…he was there for me, whatever may happen from now on.
In that one hug, he more than apologized for breaking my heart a million times since he walked away and I no longer cared what my husband was doing in India… or so I told myself.
We made our way to the Jeep silently.
“Shit!” he cursed just as he started the car, “forgot my wallet. Will need it to pay for the lunch treat. Be right back.”
“I can get it, just tell me where it is, your desk drawer?” I asked opening the door and extending a hand for the house keys.
“No not the drawer,” he replied, a bit too sharply, as he handed me the house keys, “you don’t need to get into that. The wallet should be right on the desk next to the big computer screen.”
Now why would he react that way? What was in the drawer that he didn’t want me to see?
I dismissed the thought as I opened the door and headed to his work desk. I grabbed the wallet and turned to leave.
Maybe it was my distrust in men or maybe it was just curiosity, I will never know, but I just couldn’t leave. The drawer was right there — two steps away, and I had to know.
I opened it and the first thing I noticed was a diary with The Lost Dream on the cover. As I picked it up, another paper spilled out of the desk on to the floor. Shit.
I picked up the paper first. It was a bank statement of an account called Charmi’s Education.
He had opened a separate bank account for her? I glanced down the entries and my eyes went wide at the ungodly amount he had spent. And that was just in the last year.
I teared up instantly and returned the statement to the desk like it was burning my fingers. I couldn’t do that with the diary though.
My heart was thudding when I opened it to the last page. The last entry was from the day before my arrival in the US, after his last visit to Charmi…
* That girl makes my heart ache. She could have been my child if I had made different choices years ago. She keeps complaining about the needless spending. What is money over family? Yes, she is my family and always will be. Every dollar I spend is a sliver of the love I failed to give her mother. Reminder to self. She’s not Neetha anymore. She’s Sukhi’s wife and Charmi’s mother. Keep it in your pants you horndog.*
Horndog? I laughed at the word. He was calling himself a horndog while my husband was about to drop his pants to fuck his boss in a few hours. What a joke.
I flipped to the start. The first entry was the day we first met. I read his thoughts leading up to the lunch, then through our relationship.
I read about Sukhi paying his fees *so that was the debt he had mentioned when he visited us*, I read about his broken heart when Sukhi said he wanted to ask me out, his decision to back off to honor his debt…my heart was about to explode when…
…my phone rang… Vijay.
“Did you fall asleep?” he asked laughing, “we don’t have all day. Got to leave now or we will be late for the graduation.”
“Still searching for it. Can’t find it on the nightstand in your bedroom.” I said making it up as I went.
“What are you doing there? I said it was on my work desk next to the big computer screen.”
“Shit, I am stupid.” I ran on the spot a few steps to pretend like I was running from his bedroom to his work desk and added, “found it. Be right out. Going to run to the bathroom first though.” I placed the diary where I had found it and closed the drawer. I splashed some water on my face in the bathroom before running out, locking the door behind me.
The entire graduation ceremony was such a professional and grand affair. My heart could have burst with pride as I watched my baby girl collect her degree, jumping out of my seat in the stands and clapping as loudly as I could.
He was clapping next to me, his face just as proud. In that moment every moral code, every restraint, every resolve just faded away. I turned to him with arms wide open.
When he hugged me, I kissed him, melting in his arms, trying all I could do to shut the recurring image of my husband with his boss out of my mind.
His hands tightened around me as he pulled me into him. He moaned as my tongue found his. That which he wanted to keep in his pants was aching to burst through, and I felt it grow between my legs.
I don’t know how long we stood kissing like that. But when we broke the kiss and sat back, I was clapping for every student as they collected their degree. My mind though wasn’t there, it was thousands of miles away on the other side of the world, picturing my husband entering his boss’s house.
Tears started rolling down my face as I imagined her stripping his pants and taking his cock in her mouth.
“You ok?” Vijay asked.
“Yeah,” I nodded, “overwhelmed with pride.”
As Vijay held on to my shoulders, I started sobbing, imagining my husband between his boss’s legs, submitting to her every command and devouring her pussy, though I knew he never really enjoyed doing that.
I imagined her asking him to eat her like he meant it, grabbing his head and thrusting herself in his mouth.
I imagined her keeping him there till she came in his mouth and making him drink every drop of her cum.
Did she really make him do it or was that also a lie? Was he enjoying it? Was he even thinking about his daughter’s graduation or his wife or was just full of lust for his boss?
Was he now fucking her out of passion and having fun doing it?
Was he going fuck her ass too like he had mine all those years ago on Valentine’s Day? I’d never let him fuck my ass again, so was he craving anal sex with his boss?
My head collapsed on Vijay’s chest as I cried my heart out.
“Shhh,” he cooed, his voice vibrating through his ribcage and into my ear. “It’s over, Neetha. The struggle is over. Look at what she’s achieved. You did it.”
He was taking no credit for his part in her success. “Thank you,” was all I could mumble over and over as I cried my heart out.
“I’ve got you,” Vijay whispered, his grip tightening, “I got you.”
I couldn’t say anything more than repeating thank you again and again.
How could I verbalize my gratitude for the money he spent, for being Charmi’s rock and shield, for saying ‘I got you’ and meaning it, for remembering everything, for being a gentleman and keeping the ‘horndog’ in the pants… and for being my partner in all that I would be doing from here on forward.
The lunch was yet another surprise. I expected it to be the two of us with Charmi and Ria, but he had booked a table for 20! All the Indian students whose parents couldn’t make it were there.
Was this man real?
This was a moment of celebration and celebrate we did. I won’t ever forget how noisy 18 happy kids can be.
As lunch came to an end, every student — boy and girl — hugged him tight, thanking him profusely before leaving.
The kisses Charmi and Ria planted on his cheeks were of genuine affection. Even Ria’s kiss had no hint of flirtation. Just pure admiration and gratitude.
For once, I forgot what Sukhi was doing. Frankly, I didn’t care anymore. I couldn’t tarnish so much purity with those ugly thoughts.
After lunch, we dropped Ria at the dorm. Charmi chose to return to his place to spend the day with us.
We drove through the city, Charmi made him drive us to every spot she loved, while she told me about it.
The sun had set by the time we got to his place. Neither of us know when he had done it, but somehow he had found the time to order a ‘Congratulations’ cake that arrived soon after.
We had a private intimate celebration before we drove her back to the dorm.
Neetha’s Surrender In Her Words
“About the kiss,” I started when we were headed home.
“Don’t worry about it. I know it was an emotional day. I am just glad I was standing next to you and not a horny old stranger.” He said grinning.
“Thank God for that,” I said laughing with him. We were the proud parents that weren’t, returning to a home that wasn’t. And we were both lying with our jokes.
Midnight wasn’t too far away by the time we reached his place, and the ugly thoughts of what might be happening in India reared its ugly head again.
“Dinner?” He asked when we crashed into the couch, exhausted from the day.
“Are you nuts? Who has room for food after a day like this.”
“True, but there’s always room for ice cream to wash away pain.”
My head shot up at that comment.
“You forget that men notice too Neetha. You weren’t just overwhelmed. You were in India, living through the betrayal and pain, weren’t you?”
“Guilty as charged,” I conceded, “you’ve always known me better than I knew myself.”
“And for that, you are sentenced to a tub of ice cream” he said running to the kitchen and returning with a tub of — of course, my favorite — chocolate ice cream.
We shared the tub sitting the closest we had been since I landed in the US. And then I did it again… his eyes followed the trickle of ice cream down my chin, on my cleavage and down the valley between my breasts into my blouse.
“You got an ice cream leak,” he said, pointing at my chin.
“You get it,” I replied pointing my face and chin at him.
“Oh God Neetha,” he groaned before burying his face between my breasts.
He reached behind untying my blouse while he licked the ice cream. The clock started chiming the midnight hour. I grabbed his hair and made him face me.
“There’s a lot more ice cream in my mouth.” I said grabbing his hair and pulling his head to face me.
“Fuck.”
“Happy Valentine’s Day.”
Our lips met. I fed him the ice cream from my mouth, but he was more interested in sucking my tongue than the ice cream.
“Bedroom?” he asked when we broke the kiss.
“Yes,” I replied grabbing the tub of melting ice cream
We left a trail of discarded clothes to his bed.
I smeared ice cream all over my body and made him lick it off. He took his time sucking both my nipples and worshipping every inch of my naked body.
I was on fire and aching to feel his hardness in me.
He poured some into my pussy before sliding his tongue in to lick it off.
When his tongue entered me, he turned the clock back 20 years.
When he sucked on my clit, I erupted like a faucet, my body shaking as I flooded his mouth.
When after my orgasm passed, he wouldn’t stop.
He kept eating me like he was making up for lost time.
He made me cum again, and again, and again and drank every drop my pussy fed him.
I had to literally push him off and get on top before he would let me guide his hardness into me.
I was so wet, he slid in with ease, his thickness stretching me open.
I rode him slowly at first, savoring the feeling of him inside me again after all these years.
His hands gripped my hips, guiding me, urging me to move faster. I obeyed, my body meeting his thrusts with a desperate hunger.
I bent forward and watched a nipple disappear in his mouth while his fingers caressed the other.
I moaned as his tongue swirled around the sensitive bud, his teeth grazing just enough to send electric shocks straight to my core.
My hips moved on their own, grinding against him, my pussy squeezing his cock in rhythmic pulses.
“I don’t have condoms Neetha,” he said finally as his cock started throbbing in my pussy
“Don’t insult me,” I said, “it’s not just you that’s been hungry. She’s hungry for your cum too. I have waited 20 years for you to fill me.
That drove him insane and he started thrusting upwards with a fury that made me yelp in surprise.
“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck,” he kept mumbling into my nipple as he drilled me hard and deep.
“Wait for me Vijay, I’m almost there… wait for me.” My voice was breathless, my nails digging into his shoulders as I braced myself against the storm of his thrusts.
“Ah, Neetha—” His voice was strained, his control slipping. “I can’t—”
“You will,” I panted, leaning back just enough to meet his gaze. His eyes were dark with desire, his jaw clenched tight….
“Just wait for me, yes… oh GODDDDD! NOW!!!” I screamed as my orgasm hit me like a tidal wave, my entire body convulsing as my pussy clenched around his cock.
My vision blurred as I felt a flood erupt from his cock and fill my depths.
“Neetha—” His voice was raw, desperate, as he buried himself deep inside me, his cock pulsing as he filled me with his cum.
I could feel every hot, thick spurt, each one sending aftershocks through my body.
I collapsed forward, my forehead pressing against his, our breaths ragged and intertwined.
We stayed like that for what felt like an eternity, our bodies still connected, our hearts pounding in sync.
“Neetha—” he said again…
“I know, you are still hard, I can feel you in me.”
“I missed you.”
“I missed you too. Now show me just how much you missed me.”
Her Return Home
We didn’t sleep a wink that night. I don’t know how many times either of us came. We took a short break as dawn broke before fucking again in the shower and in bed. When we finally stopped, it was only because she would miss her flight if we didn’t.
I watched my cum leaking out of her as she was pulling up her panties.
“You got a cum leak,” I said grinning.
“Don’t you dare lick that.” she said realizing I had noticed it land in her panties, “We know what happens after you start licking and I can’t miss my flight, and we still have to pick up Charmi on the way.”
The rest was a blur as we packed in a hurry, picked up Charmi and her luggage from the dorm and drove to the airport.
“Still leaking,” she said in a whisper from the passenger seat with a wink.
“What’s leaking?” Charmi asked from the backseat.
“His brake oil. I keep telling him I can almost feel it, but he thinks I am imagining things.”
“You really should get that checked, Uncle,” Charmi said, leaning forward between the seats. “Mom’s right and she knows more about cars than most mechanics. If she says there’s a leak, I can bet there’s a leak. And if you’re leaking oil, it’s dangerous. You could lose control.”
“Yes your highness…but I already have taken care of it…today as a matter of fact,” I said, catching Neetha’s mischievous grin from the corner of my eyes. “Your mom doesn’t know. But once you guys leave for India, I will have it checked again, happy?”
It wasn’t seeing my world leave. I held it together as I waved them and stood watching as they went through security and I couldn’t see them anymore.
Neetha’s Life Back Home, In Her Words…
Everything was the same, and yet, everything had changed. The four walls didn’t feel like home anymore. Sukhi wouldn’t meet my eyes and I couldn’t meet his. I knew what he had done while I was gone, but he didn’t know what I had done — yet.
Charmi was full of stories and, like she had always been, became the glue that held us together. She would keep talking about the places, the college, the friends and, of course, no story ended without her Vijay Uncle. I wondered of Sukhi felt jealous at how much Vijay had become a part of our daughter’s consciousness, or whether he felt gratitude towards his friend, or, more likely, felt entitled to it.
“You should learn from Vijay Uncle, dad,” Charmi said at the end of one of her million stories one day during breakfast, “he’s so much fun. He isn’t grumpy all the time.” I couldn’t help chuckling silently as I almost choked on my tea. She didn’t mean anything by that comment, but it landed. I could see Sukhi’s expression darken as he got compared to Vijay.
Days turned into weeks and a new normalcy emerged. The best kept secrets though have a way of returning to visit you. Vijay’s secret had spilled out through the pages of his diary. Mine, through innocence.
“Mom!” Charmi said in a stern voice during dinner one day, stopping abruptly in the middle of a story, “did you two argue again?”
“No beta, why would you think that?”
“Then what’s wrong with you?”
“I don’t know beta,” I said, “You tell me what’s wrong with me. I am the same me I have always been.”
“The same old you, not the US you,” she said, “you were laughing and smiling so much there. Maybe that weather suits you better. Should move there mom?”
I felt Sukhi’s eyes on me and his face darken even as all blood drained from my face. Fuck! I had no idea Charmi had noticed any change in me, either while I was in the US or since our return. Her comment came like a punch in the gut I didn’t see coming.
All hell broke lose that night after she went to bed and we retired to our bedroom.
“So… had fun in the US huh?” Sukhi asked, an edge to his wife, “with your college flame?”
“Stop it Sukhi,” I said, not wanting to start an argument.
“Why? Don’t want to talk about the cock you’ve been craving all these years? Did you spread your legs as soon as you landed or did he have to seduce you?
“Sukhi!” I said, with a sharpness I didn’t think I had left in me anymore.
“Sukhi what?” He asked, raising his voice a notch, “I bet you were glad I didn’t come along after all weren’t you? Did he fuck you everyday? It’s ok you can tell me.”
“Yes we did it!” It just blurted out. I didn’t scream, but even the quiet utterance of those words felt like a weight lifted off my shoulders.
“I knew it!” He said, raising his voice even more, “after all these years and all that we’ve been through. He left you know, I stayed.”
“Yes you did. But where were you when we needed you Sukhi? Fucking your boss? And what came off it?
“Don’t deflect Neetha. Where was he when you were knocked up. Did I ever ask if Charmi is his or mine?” Cold fury went through me He knew how Vijay had ghosted me for over a month. He knew she was his. I didn’t in my worst nightmare think he’d stoop this low.
“And if you loved him so much, why did you marry me?” he had continued rambling, hurling accusations.
“I gave Charmi her father. And he wasn’t there on her biggest day. Guess who was?”
“Was he? Did you two even go to the Graduation or was he busy fucking you through it? Did Charmi see you two do it?”
“Oh my God!” I mumbled, my brain no longer registering the vile and vulgar words spewing out of my husband’s mouth. My legs gave way and I landed on the bed, “Oh God, what else did she notice?” The real impact of Charmi’s words knocked the wind out of me. “Was she actually hinting at something when she said we should move? What did she really mean when she said you should learn from him?” I wasn’t talking to Sukhi as much as myself but I heard the silence. He had stopped spewing poison. Through the corner of my eyes, I noticed him collapse on the bed, completely broken.
I could see pure terror on his face as he connected the dots. Her words about her mom’s happiness, her dad’s inadequacies, her superhero Vijay Uncle, he finally saw what he could lose — a price no father wants to pay. He saw his daughter slipping away from him.
The call I didn’t see coming
When I got back home from the airport, the house felt emptier than ever before. The next few days were incredibly long. I was both happy and sad. I was alive and dead. I kept reliving the night and day spent in Neetha.
She was back to her husband now, back to not being mine, but returning to life’s reality was proving harder than I had imagined. As days turned into weeks, the pain became worse.
The waitress from the bikini cafe called wanting to spend the weekend. I wasn’t interested. Only my diary knew what I was going through. It knew everything. Nobody else ever would.
And then Sukhi called. Fuck. I dreaded answering the call. Surely, all hell had broken lose in Bangalore, but Sukhi surprised me.
He didn’t sound angry or bitter. He sounded… relieved.
“Vijay,” he said, his voice steady but weary. “I need to talk to you.”
I braced myself, gripping the phone tighter. “What’s up, Sukhi?”
There was a pause, the kind that carries the weight of years. “I always knew,” he said finally. “About you and Neetha. Back in college. I knew when you came home four years ago. Even now.”
My stomach twisted. “You did?… You do?”
“I saw the way you looked at her. The way she looked at you. And when… the way you left. I knew why.”
I exhaled sharply.
“Sukhi, I—”
“The funny thing is, she doesn’t even realize it when she calls out your name. She did it the first time I fucked her, and she has done that ever since, all through these years.”
I sat down heavily on the couch, my mind racing.
Sukhi knew. He had always known. And yet, he had never said a word. He let me walk away. How could he?
“Anyway, I didn’t call just to apologize for what I did to you all those years ago. I called to thank you.” Sukhi’s voice was calm, almost serene.
“Thank me?” I repeated, stunned. “For what?”
“I saw the change in her when she came back dude. She was alive again. And I can see her eyes start dying again. Neeta told me everything that happened there.”
I swallowed hard. “Sukhi, I—”
“Let me finish,” he interrupted gently. “My boss had never threatened to fire me. I lost the diamond I had chasing rocks. The irony of it all is that she fired me for not being ‘good enough’ even after I fucked her brains out all through Valentine’s Day and night.
“What now Sukhi?” I asked, feeling a strange pity for the man.
“I don’t know man… find a job I guess.”
“Will you work for my company in Bangalore?”
There was a long pause on the other end of the line. I could almost hear Sukhi’s mind racing, weighing the offer against his pride.
“Vijay, why would you? After knowing how I betrayed you?”
“I am doing it for Neetha, not you,” I cut in, leaning forward in my chair, my fingers gripping the phone tighter. “I don’t want her working anymore. She deserves better.”
Another pause.
Then Sukhi exhaled sharply, the sound carrying the weight of years of pride and regret. “You always were the better man, Vijay.”
I leaned back in my chair, the leather creaking under my weight. “Just say yes, Sukhi.”
He was quiet for a long moment. Then, softly: “Yes.”
A single word, but it carried the weight of everything unspoken between us. The relief in his voice was palpable, as if a burden he’d carried for decades had finally been lifted.
I exhaled, running a hand through my hair. “Good. I’ll have HR send you the details.”
“But it’s still charity and I don’t want charity.” Sukhi’s voice was firm, but there was a crack in it. The kind that comes from a man who knows he’s lost everything but his pride.
“Listen Sukhi…”
“No, let me finish” he interrupted, “I owe you more than I can ever repay Vijay. I can’t see Neetha die from within again. Charmi noticed it too man! She threatened to move out with Neetha. I can’t lose my child Vijay. Neetha may legally be my wife, but she belongs to you, always has. And I am scared Charmi will see it too, sooner or later. I don’t want my daughter to hate me man. I will die if that ever happened.
“Shut up Sukhi,” I said, my heart thudding, “Charmi is not going to hate you, she is not going to find anything out, you hear me?”
“I took her away from you man, I am sorry, I am so sorry. You gave me the most precious Valentine’s Day gift you every could have and after all these years, she still isn’t mine. Never was.”
“What are you saying Sukhi. Do you even hear yourself? Get a grip on yourself, are you drunk? Wake up man.”
I am sober for the first time in my life Vijay. I just called to say she’s yours. She’s only alive around you. You are her happiness. I realize that now and I swear I won’t ever come between the two of you. Consider this my Vantine’s Day debt that either of you can claim at will.
THE END
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