BETRAYAL


He entered the wedlock with no prior conversation before the marriage.  The families thought that she was pretty and he earns good. So they must get married. She was 24 and he was 28. It was the so called Perfect age for marriage.
She had being the good girl all her life. Toiled day and night to keep her house neat and clean, polished her husband’s shoes, cooked for him, served him in the best possible ways in all the sectors of life.
He got it all without asking for it. Maybe that is why he never valued what she meant to him because she was all his. He got all of her and she was always available. The good typical, submissive wife!
He found me in a social networking site. We gelled well in the introductory chat itself. He had clearly mentioned that he was married since last three years. The purpose of connecting was, I was looking for a professional photographer to get my portfolio done.
“I am an amateur model trying my luck in the film industry. I am free spirit and love adventures in life. I can’t cook nor adjust with people or my own family for that matter.” Is how I introduced myself to him. I had a profile picture of me in straight hair with a hat. Except my nose, the side pose covered hardly any details of my face. My long fingers held a cigar with grace and I blew the smoke out.
He commented saying, “You look smoking hot”
I playfully questioned. “Hotter than your wife?” “Of course. Umm let’s not talk about her now.” was his reply.
We often had long chats online. We also exchanged e mails during the day while he was at the office. We didn't meet as I said I was too busy. He couldn't insist as he was married and couldn't afford to take the risk.
I just got to know that deep down he did love his wife and didn't wish to cheat on her. Virtual cheating is something he didn't consider as a big crime I suppose.
On the Friday evening, we were talking over the phone. “Tell me your fantasies.” I asked him.
“To fuck you from behind in the shower.” I did find his reply very offensive. I hadn't asked him to describe about his sexual fantasies. “ You sound like a very wild man.” was the only reply I uttered in a flirtatious tone. “Would you like to give it a try? Miss.. Sexy hat?”
“Why not? If your wife has got no problem with her husband wandering with Miss sexy hat.”
“She is boring. Let us only talk about us. Me and you. Okay?”
Okiiies I said in a girly tone.
That night he slept happily hugging her curled wife.  She talked to him about his day. He was being very sweet to her. They did have a good life. He found her a nice marriage material.
In next couple of days, he found his fantasy being tried to be fulfilled by his wife. He pushed her away calling her a crazy woman.
He was not used to see her like that. How come the wife got so bold and asked for it? Was she trying to take control? It isn't right for the devoted wife to act outside of her boundaries.
He didn't like her bite her bottom lip and drop her “Pallu” with an inviting smile.
She slept turning away from him while he was sleepless trying to figure out what the hell was wrong with his coy wife?”
Couple of months passed.. “So how is your married life?”
“Miss hat, I love you and I guess my wife has lost it. She acts crazy these days. Let’s not talk about her please. I like it when you talk to me. Your voice feels very familiar and soothing.”
His wife was busy watching some soap opera. She turned at him and smiled busy munching on the flavored peanuts. “Look at the sari she is wearing. Buy that one for me. It’s trending these days.”
“Saving money is trending this season. Focus on that.” was his reply.
The same day I got the similar sari delivered at my flat with the note, “This is my token of love. I thought of personally gifting it to you but your door was locked, hence leaving it here with the watchman. Call me as soon as you receive it.
“It is beautiful.” Thank you.
“Let’s meet up tomorrow? I wish to see you in the same sari. It’s being two months since we started talking. I haven’t seen your face too. Let’s meet at your flat tomorrow?
“You haven’t seen my face but a lot of me.” I giggled.
“Leave your wife. Let’s meet then. Let’s have a life together. Just you and me. Chuck that boring bitch out of your life. What say?”
He argued stating that it wasn't that easy.  One more passed by. We hadn't met even once. During one such argument, I cleared stated. “Either me or her.”
Two months later,
He looked at his wife. She was busy preparing his favorite dish and talking about the maid not being regular for work, the broken pipes which needs immediate attention and started dictating a list of groceries needed.
His mind had only the sentence uttered by me. Either me or her! He had chosen and he was thinking of the ways to disclose it to his wife.
She started serving him the breakfast. “How’s it? Check the salt please.”
“I need something.” He said.
“Salt?”
“Divorce”
She looked at him with a very blank expression.
“I can’t act like I love you. It’s being long since I am trying to tell you. I don’t love you. We are just not meant for each other. I need to split from you. I can take care of you throughout your life but I can’t live with you.”
“Reason?” she questioned.
“I don’t like you. That’s it.”
Is that all?
“Yes”
“Anything more you would like to say?”
“No”
“Okay”
“Okay for?”
“Okay you shall get what you want and if it’s divorce? You get that too.” she sat down and continued having the breakfast.
“The salt is a little less.” She smiled.
Her behavior was much unexpected.
One year later,
He had divorced his wife in order to marry his Miss hat. He believed that he was the one taking control of his choices and lives of the people around him. He thought he was the reason he split from his loving wife.
He went to my flat and found it locked and inquired about the owner which he thought was me. He was shocked to know that the owner never lived in the flat! They stayed abroad since past two decades and the flat often remained locked.
He tried to call me several times and messaged me on both my numbers. He tried reaching me. He failed.
He went back to his wife but found that she was married to her childhood friend and was happy with him. There was no point in asking her to get back to him.
He was left with and no woman and no love in his life!
He thought he was the one taking charge of his life. Hell no! It was me making him do things. I feel no guilt in accepting it. He never loved me in spite of me being his loving wife. I knew he was never happy with me and never desired to be with me though I loved him with every bit of me.
The trick of the fake profile worked. He was instantly attracted towards me that way because I was unavailable, I was mysterious. I was the dark secret of his life! The desirable, sexy secret of his life.
I had already made a decision to get back to my childhood sweetheart. I was done trying to be his loving submissive wife. If he wasn't the king Ram, there was no need of me being his beloved Seeta!
I played my game. I made him ask for the divorce and go mad thinking about the mysterious Miss hat!
No I feel no guilt as he got what he deserved.






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