"tere vaaste
Mera Ishq Sufiyana"

DISCLAIMER FOR THE INNOCENT PEOPLE: contains 18+ conversations

JANHAVI

As the car pulled into the driveway, I looked at the house infront of me. It was pretty big, the external wall baby pink in colour. I had informed Ishan ji that I was going for shopping so I kinda had plenty of time.

I got out from the car and knocked at the door. For a while, there was no response. Then an elderly woman came to open the door.

"Aap kaun ho beta?" she asked politely.

"Chachi mujhe thoda Aditi ji se milna tha. Wo Ghar mein hain?" I replied in return. I didn't want to give away my identity so early.

"Haan beta ghar mein hi hai par tum kaun ho ye nahi bologe to main andar nahi jaane de sakti na" she argued back, though in a polite manner.

"Main Janhavi Kishan...." before I could complete my sentence, she interrupted.

"Kishan? Ishan bete ki biwi ho na tum?" she was very astonished to know my name.

I nodded simply.

She opened the door wide for me to enter, confusion etched on her face.

She pointed at a sofa and asked me to sit. "Tum baitho main Aditi ko bula deti hu"

While sitting, I looked around the house. The living room was highly decorated, with Aditi's pictures, some even had her family. My eyes fell on a particular frame in which I noticed Ishan ji. There was a group of friends, Ishan ji and Aditi standing in the middle. They were standing really close, Ishan Ji's head resting on Aditi's chest (she is taller than him).

They look really good together

While I was engrossed in scanning the photo frames, I didn't notice Aditi who was already in the room.

"I looked far better with your husband than you" she said, breaking my trance.

Baat to sahi hai

I smiled lightly at her comment.

"Er.. sorry bina bataye aa jaane ke liye but I really need to talk to you" I said in a pleading tone.

"Aa hi gayi ho to we will talk don't worry. Tea or coffee?" she asked.

At first I thought of denying but then I went on choosing tea.

"Main Janhavi Kishan.. Ishan Ji's wi..wife" I don't know why I stuttered at the word wife.

She nodded. "Haan Haan pata hai. What's your purpose of coming? Tumhara pati kya abhi bhi mera hi naam le raha hai?"

I smirked at her comment. "Mujhe laga tha you didn't realise how much Ishan ji loved you. But aapki baatein sunke toh lag raha hai you perfectly knew everything and inspite of that you cheated on him"

When did I become so bold?

"Shut up" she shouted. "The green flag wala jo mask pehna rehta hai na Ishan? He is fucking not like that. Kuch din guzarne do, tumhe bhi pata chajayega!"

I was shocked at her words... What if she was right?

What the hell am I even thinking.

"It's my husband whom you are talking about. Think before you speak!" I threatened her.

"Itna accha husband jisne tumhe uske ex ke paas hi bhej diya?" she said in a sweet mocking tone.

"He doesn't even know that I'm here. Please stop disrespecting him or I'll have to..." she interrupted me.

"You don't have any aukaat to do anything to me okay? Trust me, the so called husband you are defending! Uske paas agar main wapas gayi na toh wo simply tumhe bhul jayega. Do dino mein divorce ho jayega. So stay in your fucking limits okay?" she was hyper active and shouting."

I smirked at her comment and she somehow got too triggered by it.

"Baitho let me show you something." She said while scrolling through her phone. Then she handed me her phone. The gallery was opened, an album which consisted of various pictures of Ishan Ji and Aditi. They were kissing in some, hugging cuddling and some really intimate pictures which are even difficult for me to describe.

Breath caught in my throat. I was feeling really uncomfortable while scrolling through the pictures yet I couldn't stop myself from.

People who are dating click these pictures. It's fine.

What if Ishan ji has also kept this pictures in his gallery? No how does it matter?,

What is happening to me? I'm not his wife. We are going through a divorce case.

"I have had sex with your husband you know. Many times to be honest. He loved it so much. The way he climbed over me, always taking the control..." she closed her eyes while saying all these.

She broke off when she noticed me shuddering. "Sunne mein accha nahi laga raha na? But yahi sach hai na." She gave malicious smile.

"Did you see his... you know... Quite large isn't it?"she asked.

She was affecting me badly. Should I tell her that we don't have a proper husband wife relationship?

"Aditi why did you cheat on him?" I asked ignoring her questions.

She laughed at my question. "I went to a club, got drunk and had sex. I don't consider it as cheating duh"

I was dumbfounded. Getting drunk and having sex is not cheating?

"As far as I think Ishan has also done it many a times, just because he's a man there could be no signs of him having sex right? Obviously he can't get pregnant" she continued.

I was feeling nauseating and uncomfortable. I wanted to get out of here as soon as possible.

I had come here with the hopes that maybe I'll sort out things between Ishan ji and Aditi but now I feel that things are better left unsorted. She is not at all a good person and Ishan ji would be hurt over again if something clicks between them.

She was even tainting his image?! I genuinely feel that Ishan ji should move on from someone like her.

I got up from my seat. "Aditi phir kabhi milenge Aaj mujhe jana padega."

She smirked. "Okay jaao, aur apne desparate husband ko mere taraf se hi bolna ha?"

I dashed out from her house, swearing to never step here ever again.

During my way back home, I couldn't help but wonder... What if Aditi was right? What if Ishan ji actually had.... with random girls at the club?

Maybe its normal out here?

Still it's too much.

I don't think Ishan ki has done anything like that.

But he had... with Aditi

Aditi was his girlfriend

Urrghhh why am I thinking so much? He is not my husband after all.

Soon I reached home. I was really late.

I entered the living room to see Ishan ji and Shubman sitting together on the sofa. On seeing me, Shubman got up from the sofa and stood in front of me.

"Kaha thi tum bhabi?" he asked.
"Shopping gayi thi main bola na Ishan ji ko?" I said nervously.
"Aur shopping bags kaha hai?" he asked looking at my empty hands.

Shit I should have bought something on my way.

"Dekha Ishu Maine bola tha. Teri mahaan biwi Aditi ke ghar gayi thi!" said Shubman.

"You guys fucking care so much about each other and you want divorce. Wah wah." Saying so he dashed out off the house, not even giving me a chance to explain.

Ishan ji looked at me and asked "are you okay?"

I nodded lightly, I obviously wasn't okay.

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