"I fuking hate going there" I muttered under my breath, while harshly pulling my hair into a ponytail. But when did get so lucky, I screamed in frustration as the purple satin scrunchie tore open. I shut my eyes and huffed in annoyance as I watched my husband grab my hair into his palms and start branding it. I watched him through the mirror and frowned as I saw a little smile playing on his lips. He tied the end of my brain from his red handkerchief and made a cute bow of it. He grabs my shoulders and turns me around, he pulls out some Fleeks and sets my hair from the front. "Our daughter will be lucky to have you as a father," I say with a proud in my voice. "I do not about any daughter but I hope my wife is lucky to have such a cool husband," he said and combed his hair and I rolled my eyes at him. The way he changes the topic of a baby is so smooth. I smoothed his collar and started to toy with his shirt button "Agastya, why do not you go, only? I am not really needed there"

Agastya~ I parked the car in the parking lot and taking a deep breath I got out of the car. The bright daylight blinded my eyes for a moment, I put on my shades and started to walk toward the Antelía the most famous brunch cafe in Chicago. I sat on the reserved seat under my name and waited for the man I beat up a few days ago. He has not arrived yet. If it were not for my wide I would have never come here. She is the reason I am here, because according to her what I did was wrong. And to be honest it was. I ruined his night and insulted him in front of his family and friends. But I am not going to say this to him, I am not going to give him this pleasure to mock me. I turned on my phone as it pinged and saw the text from my wife pop up in the notification. A chuckle escapes from my lips as I read the text. "I will kill you, if you even see his ass" I shake my head, and send her a crying face emoji. Which she replied with a kissing emoticons. I was so engrossed in sending emoti

Agastya~ "No, I would not be able to pick up the calls for three days please do not call me unnecessarily--" I said over the phone, and rubbed my temple. Ms. Zina started to blabber, about how everything was getting difficult for her to handle. I walked toward the window and looked out. I squinted my eyes, and my eyes sharpened as I watched her removing the pastel yellow robe from her shoulder letting it pool around her feet. Blood rushed to my cock and it tighten in my briefs, my gaze roamed all over her body, she is wearing a strapless bikini and red polka dot bra, which hold her tits perfectly. She walked toward the pool while swaying her ass in that little panty. I gulped and my mouth went dry. Sensing my gaze she turns her to look at me and oh fuck. That gaze of hers sharpened and with a smirk, she dipped herself in the pool. I was fully hard now, not being able to have sex is torturing and now she is teasing me in these skimpy outfits. I glance at the pool and my eyes ha

Raina~ I wore my boho dress over my freshly massaged body. I smell like jasmine and orchids, every inch of my body is feeling relaxed. My hair looks more healthier, smooth, and shiny, and so does my skin. Getting spas and traditional treatments does give you the feeling to love yourself, and enhance yourself. I am rich that is why I can afford to come here or anywhere whenever I want but to all the ladies who belongs to middle class family, they all should at least do this once a year. I feel so fresh and delightful, my mind is calm and relaxed just like my body. It feels like all the worries and tension washed away for the time being. "We should do it more often, Raina. You are fun to hang out with" I smiled at Divya who was looking as fresh as me. Her wheatish skin was glowing like a bulb and she was looking pretty. "Indeed, it was fun but let's go now otherwise our man will come here and I do not want anyone here to drool over mine," I said and Divya nodded and smiled. Which

Raina~ "The urge to kill him with my bare hands is so high that if he comes in front of me right now, I will probably do it" I squeezed the hand of Agastya as we drove toward the airport. "I hope I never see him again," I said and rested my head on my husband's shoulder. I told him everything, what happened. What Evans did and said. And since then Agastya has been seething in anger. And why would not he be? Some other man kissed his wife, out of the blue. If someone had done this to my husband, she would have died by now. But I do not want Agastya to dirty his hands, because of me. I sighed and closed my eyes, I am still not over the fact that the man I have had since childhood would do something disgusting like this. I am not against him having feelings for me or not but what I could not digest is, that he knows I am married and he himself is engaged, but he still tried to commit the act of adultery. God, this world is full of shit.A one must not trust anyone entirely or get r