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VIRAT

Virat had never felt this way about anyone before, not even his wife. When he had met Sonam, he had felt warmth, some sort of comfort and a feeling of affection that he couldn't ever deny. Her bangles and her hair, her eyes and her smile, it had all taken him offguard. Her saree was always draped properly, a smile was always on her face like some jewellery, colored bangles and rings always graced her hands. She was different from the girls he had met before, the high society girls. She was from a middle class family and somehow against all odds, Virat had managed to marry her.

But Anushka? She was completely opposite to Sonam. Sonam liked to submit, Anushka liked to challenge. Sonam wore sarees and kurtas, Anushka always had a dress on, almost always. Sonam always had a kind smile, Anushka smirked most of the time, Sonam wore flats, Anushka loved heels, Anushka flaunted the money she had, her clothes screamed rich, Sonam still chose to remain simple.

They were poles apart. Sonam was his wife. He couldn't deny that he was in love with his wife or he would never have married her. But his feelings for Anushka, they were there. And they made their presence known all the time.

These feelings were different. Feelings he was unfamiliar with and feelings that scared him.

In the beginning he had tried to fight it, brushing it off as a small, innocent crush on someone he spent a night with. But he realised that he had felt a spark since the day he had seen her.

Looking at Sonam made him more guilty and more conscious about the sin he had done, thinking about Anushka made him want to sin over and over again.

Slowly and gradually, in the spam of a few months it became obvious to him that this was more than a crush, he ignored the feelings he had for her because they didn't mean anything, they couldn't mean anything.

But he was too used to them. They would talk on text messages for hours and in the late nights, they would flirt too.

Yes, they would flirt. Then, Anushka would laugh it off saying she was just sleepy and Virat would find an excuse too.

But why would a man and a woman who had already committed something wrong talk over and over again?

Now Anushka was off giving her last exam of the semester while Virat was out of the city.

He was happily married and had a beautiful wife he adored, but on the lonely nights when he was out of town on business and Sonam wasn't there, he'd lie in bed thinking of her, only her. Her? Anushka.

How it would feel to have her lying beside him again? How it would feel to be buried deep inside her while she moaned and groaned underneath him in pleasure and pain, screaming his name loud and clear.

After another month of trying to convince himself that his feelings for her meant nothing, he had come to a decision.

He needed to give into whatever these feelings were and get her of his system. He remembered once when the gym instructor told him not to eat fries ever again, the same night he ate fries one last time. Now he didn't even crave for fries anymore.

So maybe, maybe if he just made that mistake again..he'd get her out of his system forever.

Maybe if he could be with her just once, he would d finally be able to move on and stop thinking about her all the time.

So maybe, he had to meet her again.

But what if she didn't feel the same way about him? Yes, she flirted sometimes, told him how handsome he was, how Sonam was a lucky woman but what if that was just a childish thing done by a 22 year old?

She knew he was happily married, would she agree to having a one night stand with a married man? Again?

It was a shot he was willing to take though because he couldn't go a day with being this way.

He approached her nervously one afternoon, she was sat with her step mother eating dinner when he reached their table. He said his hellos and asked Anushka to spare him a minute.

"Yeah? Everything alright?" Anushka murmured. She looked flustered. Seeing him always made her feel a certain way, her crush on him kept on growing. She gulped waiting for an answer.

"Mhmm, I just need to talk to you in private. Can you meet me upstairs? I'll text you my room number." Okay so he had already gotten a room in the hotel that was above the restauraunt.

Please say yes. Virat hoped.

She would say yes, of course, she never said no to him whenever he asked her for anything.

"Let me just say bye to mama, will you drop me home though? I don't want the driver to come back again." She questioned him.

If things go the right way, we wouldn't even need to go home. Virat thought.

He nodded.

"Yeah, ofcourse.-" He walked back with her to her table.

Her step mother looked at both with curiosity.

"I apologise for ruining your dinner. I just have a proposal for your daughter and thought to talk it with her in detail since I don't get a minute free at work." He explained. He wasn't exactly lying.

"Proposal?" Her mother further interrogated. Anushka rolled her eyes.

"Well, yes. Since she has finished university." He told her.

And then, he walked away.

A few minutes she was outside his room, knocking at the door. Seconds later she heard him calling out for her to come in.

"So what is it you wanted to tell me?"

This girl didn't waste anytime, did she? She didn't even say hi.

Suddenly he was at a loss for words. What should he do now? Did he blurt it out, even though he wasn't sure whatthis was? What should he say to her? I think I might have feelings for you?

He stood there for a moment, facing her, watching the way she bit her lower lip as she waited for him to say something.

She had chosen yet another dress for today. But it wasn't short like other times. It was a white shirt paired with a dark skin skirt. Her heels made her look an inch taller than him.

He looked at her again and thought about how he should tell her.
He had strong feelings for her, and he hoped she felt the same way about him too because he wasn't going to blurt it out.

Instead he did the only thing he wanted to do in that moment..he took a step towards her, reached out and drew her closer.

He touched her waist, moulding their bodies as close as ever.

He took a deep breath, it was now or never he thought to himself as his lips came crashing down on hers.

He expected her to stop him, expected her to pull away considering she always told him she felt really guilty. Instead, the moment their lips touched..her arms reached around his neck, kissing him back deeply.

He groaned, forgetting that he had a wife, that what they were doing was wrong.

All that mattered right now was that he had feelings for her and that he wanted her...badly.

He ran his hand down the side of her body and gripped the bottom of her top, yanking it up.

She lifted her arms for him as he pulled it over her head. Her white bra graced her toned body while her skirt was still on her body.

She wrapped her arms around his neck and he pulled her in, his lips capturing hers in a long and passionate kiss yet again.

His hands roamed over her back, relishing the feel of her soft skin against his palms as they slid down and unzipped her skirt.

He pulled it down and stepped back, watching as it pooled around her feet, leaving her in nothing but her underwear.

His eyes raked over her and his pants grew tighter as he took her in. "Wow, look at you." He whispered to her in awe, turning her towards the mirror.

She smirked.

She held his collar chuckling. "You're overdressed," A cheeky smile on uer face as she watched him take off his clothes.

It was all a blur after that.

Her. Him. Two bodies. So much lust. So many feelings. So many mistakes. So many regrets. So much guilt.

And to top them all up, so many orgasms.

The whole room reeked of sex.

The next morning came by and she was the one who woke up first. Another mistake.

But this time she didn't have alcohol to blame. She only had herself. Anushka thought why Virat would even do this..why he would do something so absurd, something that would make her feelings for him turn into something more.

He had a wife. Why?

He watched her with half open eyes as she placed her head in her hands, worry and confusion radiating from her.

He wanted to take it all away..he just wanted her to be happy. Just like she had made him happy last night.

"Don't feel sorry, I don't." He whispered.

She looked at him in shock.

"Why not?" She asked back.

Her face was turned into a frown, worry graced her face.

He cupped her chin in his hand. "Just smile, I don't want you to worry."

Her eyes caught his and he could feel her calm down a bit. She thought he was going to blame her again, just like the first time.

"This is all so wrong." She whispered leaning against him.

"When I think of you, I just can't deem what we have as a sin. I know it's wrong but that couldn't hold me back anymore." He told her, rubbing her naked back.

"I don't even know what to say." She continued. "I can't lie and say this didn't mean anything to me."

Virat nodded. He kissed the top of her head. "I can't either. I thought being with you like this would get me to stop thinking about you but you're an addiction, making me more and more addicted." His words caught her offguard.

"So you think about me too?" She questioned.

"Every single day. I have feelings for you, Anushka. Right or wrong, I do." He finally said it.

And she, she thought her heart had never beaten any faster than it did in that moment.