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Kinky Simran
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Who Tricked Whom?
Aarav never believed in fate... until the day it ruined his life.
The business trip was supposed to be short. A couple of meetings in another city, and he would be back by the weekend. He kissed Naina goodbye, promising to bring back her favorite chocolates. She had laughed, teasing him about how predictable he was, always buying her chocolates from every city he visited.
But, he never made it to the meetings. Somewhere on the highway, a truck lost control and slammed into his car. The world spun.... Metal crunched, Glass shattered, Then... DARKNESS...
When Aarav opened his eyes... everything was a blur. The harsh glow of the hospital lights stabbed at his vision, turning faces into shapeless figures... His head throbbed with a dull pain. He tried to move, but something was wrong. His body felt different... he couldn't understand, he was confused, lost and worried.
A muffled voice broke through the haze. "Mr. Aarav. Can you hear me?"
He tried to respond, but his throat was dry. He swallowed hard, managing a whisper. "What… happened? Where am I?"
The voice belonged to a calm professional doctor - "You were in a car accident & You suffered a severe spinal injury."
The words didn't make sense at first. His mind refused to connect them. Spinal injury?
The doctor hesitated... as if carefully choosing his words - "Your lower body is currently paralyzed. We can't say yet if it's permanent"
Aarav's chest tightened. Paralysis? No... That couldn't be right
The doctor continued - "Your vision is also affected due to head trauma, It should return with time... but for now, it will remain blurry."
Aarav tried to process the information, but it felt unreal like a nightmare. He struggled to move his legs, but they wouldn't respond. Panic rose in his throat. Then, the doctor spoke again, his tone even heavier.
"There's... another complication"
Aarav turned his head slightly, his heart pounding. "What?"
The doctor hesitated - "The injury has affected your sexual function. Right now, there's no response."
For a moment, the room spun. Everything around him faded. Blind. Paralyzed. And now... impotent.
Everything that made him a man was being taken away from him.
Days passed in a blur of medications, therapy sessions, and silence. His vision started improving slightly... just enough to see vague shapes and colors. But his legs remained lifeless. The doctors spoke of therapy, of possibilities, but Aarav felt empty.
He spent hours staring at the ceiling, thinking about Naina. His beautiful, young wife. She had married a strong, successful man. Now, he was broken. What kind of life could he give her?
He had to set her free, he thought, a calculated decision and then the idea formed in his mind.
Aarav called the doctor into his room and said in low voice - "I need a favor"
Doctor: "What kind of favor?"
Aarav: "I don't want my wife or family to know that my vision will return. Tell them I'm permanently blind."
The doctor’s face darkened - "Why would you do that?"
Aarav forced a smile and said - "If they think I'll recover, they'll stay out of guilt. But if I'm blind forever... my wife will leave and that is something I wish for us now"
Doctor: "Aarav, this isn't something to play with. They love you."
Aarav interrupted saying - "I know Naina, She is too kind. She will sacrifice her whole life for me. But she deserves better." He took a deep breath. "Please. Just say I will never be able to see again."
The doctor sighed but nodded - "If this is truly what you want."
Aarav clenched his jaw and said - "It is, and it's for the best doctor."
But, He didn’t know that his lie would soon become his worst nightmare.
Three days later, his family arrived at the hospital, along with Naina. The moment she walked in, he heard her sharp inhale, the tremble in her breath. She was crying.
Naina: "Aarav..." Her voice broke as she rushed to his side, grabbing his hand. "Oh my God, I thought I lost you."
He swallowed the lump in his throat. He wanted to see her face clearly, to read her eyes. But he forced himself to keep the act alive.
Aarav: "I can’t see you..." he said. His voice was hollow, rehearsed.
Naina gasped. "What?"
The doctor cleared his throat - "I’m sorry, Mrs. Naina. His vision is gone permanently."
A painful silence filled the room. Then, Naina sobbing hugged him tightly, embracing him in her arms.
Aarav didn’t hug her back. He couldn't. He had to push her away.
The journey back home was suffocating. Everyone tried to talk to him, comfort him, but he stayed silent. His mother kept crying. His father said, "We will take care of you, son."
And Naina... she never let go of his hand. She whispered soft reassurances in his ear. "I will take care of you. You’re not alone."
He wanted to believe her. But he couldn’t.
That night, after everyone else had gone to bed, Aarav sat in his wheelchair by the bedroom window. The house was quiet except for the ticking of the clock. Naina brought him tea, placing the cup in his hand gently. "Do you need help?"
He shook his head. "No."
She sat beside him on the bed, watching him with concern. "Are you in pain?"
Aarav took a deep breath. "Naina... I want a divorce."
The words hit the air like a gunshot and there was complete silence. Then, she laughed softly. A bitter, sad laugh.
Naina: "Very funny"
Aarav: "I am serious." His grip tightened on the cup. "You don’t have to stay. I am a burden now."
She jerked back, eyes flashing. "Burden? Aarav, I am your wife!"
He shook his head. "I can’t walk. I can’t see. And I... I can’t even be a husband to you anymore." His voice cracked. "You are young. Beautiful. You deserve someone whole."
She grabbed his hand, gripping it so tight it hurt. "Stop it."
Aarav: "Naina..."
Naina: "Stop talking like this!" she snapped. "Do you think I married you just for your body? For your looks?"
Aarav clenched his jaw - "You will regret staying."
She softened, shaking her head. "No, I won't"
She reached out, cupping his face, her touch warm and reassuring - "I married you for who you are, Aarav. And I’m not going anywhere."
Her words sounded sincere. Her tears looked real, But Aarav had no idea what was coming. The woman who refused to leave him... was already betraying him And soon, his blindness would become his greatest curse.
The house was quieter than ever. Days had passed since Aarav had been discharged from the hospital. His family had left, returning to their native town after much persuasion from Naina. She had insisted on taking care of him alone, without interference. She had been firm, almost desperate in her assurance to them.
Naina: "He needs peace. Too many people around will stress him" she had said.
At first, everything seemed normal. She was the devoted wife... tender, caring, and always attentive. She woke up early to help him bathe, cooked his favorite meals, and made sure his medications were given on time. She even smiled at him, just like before the accident, making it seem as though nothing had changed.
But patterns began to emerge. And Aarav, despite his partial blindness, began to notice them.
Every afternoon, after ensuring he was comfortable on the couch, Naina would disappear into the bedroom, claiming she needed rest But instead she used to walk out of the apartment. When she returned in the evening, she seemed... different. Relaxed. Almost lighter. At first, he had thought nothing of it. He assumed she was just stepping out for fresh air, maybe going to the temple to pray for him.
Then came the whispers... Low, hushed conversations over the phone when she thought he was asleep. The kind of whispers that spoke of secrets. The kind that made his heart race with unease. He wanted to ask her, but something held him back.
And then, there was that night.
He had woken up suddenly, thirsty, his throat dry like sandpaper. Reaching for the glass of water on the side table, his ears picked up a soft murmur from the other room. Naina was on a call. Her voice was just above a whisper, but the words he caught sent a cold shiver through his spine.
“It's second floor, Apartment 203”
He didn't know what she meant. Not yet. Until he saw it. Until the lie unraveled before his eyes.
Next day...
It was a lazy afternoon. Aarav lay on the living room couch, half asleep. The wheelchair was parked beside him, just as always, waiting for Naina to shift him to the bed later. The house was silent, the only sound was the occasional ticking of the clock on the wall.
Then, a notification sound on her phone buzzed. Soft footsteps followed.
Naina's hand hovered over the doorknob after she saw her phone screen, her heart racing as she painted her lips a shade of red. She had hoped that by the time she was done, the visitor would have arrived. But she hadn't quite finished. With trembling hands, she opened the door, keeping her eyes on her reflection in the mirror.
Aarav’s pulse quickened. His vision had been improving over the past few days. He could now make out shadows, blurred figures, movements and he saw a man standing too close to Naina.
His body went rigid, every nerve in his body screaming at him to react. But he forced himself to remain still.
Naina stood in front of the hallway mirror, adding final touches to her makeup. Her hair was perfectly styled, her lips painted a deeper red than usual. Her dress hugged her body just right.
She was going somewhere. Somewhere important.
Aarav watched in horror as the man moved closer behind her. His hands slid down her arms, grazing her waist, pulling her back against him.
You look gorgeous" Raghav murmured, his voice thick with desire.
Aarav’s breath hitched. His vision was blurred he couldn't make out that the man was none other then her ex-boyfriend Raghav, The one she had claimed she had completely cut off from her life.
Naina let out a small smirk, her eyes meeting his in the mirror's reflection.
Naina: "Impatient?" she teased.
Raghav: "I’ve waited long enough."
And then he did it... he kissed her.
Aarav’s stomach twisted, his blood boiling, his hands trembled. He had expected or atleast hoped... that she would push him away, step back, look horrified at the audacity of it.
But she didn’t... She did nothing... No hesitation. No guilt. Instead, she leaned into him. Tilted her head to the side, allowing his lips to trail from her cheek to her neck.
Aarav’s fingers dug into the blanket beneath him. His heart thundered in his chest, each beat harder than the last.
She was his wife, and she was letting another man touch her...
After a few lingering seconds, Naina finally pulled away, fixing her lipstick with her fingers. Her voice was playful when she spoke, as if she hadn’t just shattered her husband’s soul.
Naina: "Not here" she whispered.
Raghav chuckled, his fingers still trailing over her arm - "Then let’s go"
She gave herself one last look in the mirror, adjusted her dress, then walked toward the door. Raghav followed her, but just before stepping out, he glanced over at the couch where Aarav lay.
For a split second, Aarav was terrified that Raghav had caught him watching. That he had noticed something off. But then, he turned back to Naina and said, "He’s asleep?"
Naina laughed... "He sleeps through the afternoon."
Aarav squeezed his eyes shut just as they walked out. He heard the door click behind them. And then, silence.
They were gone... and he was left alone with the harsh truth.
For a long time, Aarav didn’t move. He just lay there, staring at the ceiling, the words, the images, the betrayal burning into his mind. This was the first time she had done something like this at home. She was getting bolder.
How many times had she done this outside? Was this an affair that had just begun—or had it been going on all along? Since his accident? Before it?
The realization left him breathless. He had wanted to surprise her when his vision was fully recovered. To tell her he was healing. To tell her they could find a way through this. That their love could survive.
But now...
Now, he would keep his secret. He wouldn’t tell her that he had seen. He wouldn’t tell her that his vision was coming back. Because she thought she had fooled him.
But now, it was his turn to fool her... And he would wait... He would watch... And he wouldn’t say a word.
Because if she thought she could play this game... Then so could he...
The evening sky bled into deep shades of indigo as Naina stepped into the house, carefully closing the door behind her. The scent of the outside world clung to her... an intoxicating mix of expensive cologne, sweat, and something unmistakably sinful. It lingered in the air, mingling with the faint traces of sandalwood and jasmine that belonged to their home, an invisible presence that carried stories unspoken.
She paused at the entrance, exhaling softly, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. A habit, a silent gesture of composure. Her dark eyes flickered toward the couch where her husband lay, unmoving, as if he had never stirred in her absence. Aarav was exactly as she had left him... motionless, his body still, his face turned slightly upward, the ever-present black glasses shielding his useless eyes. His breathing was slow, steady, eerily peaceful.
A slight smirk played on her lips. As if he had no idea.
Her bangles chimed softly in the quiet as she moved forward, each step deliberate and controlled. The anklets she once adored for their sweet jingle now barely made a sound. She had learned to move like a shadow—silent, unseen, unnoticed.
Kneeling beside him, she reached out, her fingers ghosting over his forehead before trailing down his sharp jawline. His skin was warm beneath her touch, a stark contrast to the chill of the night air she had left behind. She let her fingertips linger, an affectionate caress that was part ritual, part mockery.
"Aarav," she murmured, her voice dripping with practiced affection, the perfect imitation of a devoted wife. "What do you want to eat tonight?"
Aarav stayed perfectly still. A moment passed. The silence hung heavy in the air, stretching between them. Then, slowly, his lips parted, and his voice emerged—a quiet, measured murmur.
Aarav: "Anything you make."
Naina smiled. She stood, her silk saree whispering around her legs, and made her way to the kitchen.
The house was large, but she navigated it effortlessly, each step calculated. The kitchen came alive with muted sounds... the measured clink of utensils, the rhythmic chopping of vegetables, the simmering of something rich and warm. The aroma of spices filled the air, wrapping around the house like an embrace.
Aarav listened, his face giving nothing away, his body as still as ever. But inside, his mind was anything but quiet. This was their routine now—a twisted dance of deception. She played the devoted wife, tending to him with gentle hands, her voice soft, her touch affectionate. And he played his part flawlessly—the blind, helpless husband, unaware, unknowing.
But the truth was far from what she believed.
Because he saw everything.
The next afternoon, like a routine, Naina left again.
Aarav remained on the couch, listening to the silence that followed her departure. It was deafening, stretching across the room like an invisible weight, suffocating yet strangely revealing.
For hours, he lay unmoving, his mind replaying the small details... the way she had kissed his forehead before leaving, the slight tremor in her breath, the scent she carried upon her return. A scent that didn’t belong to him.
Time dragged on, marked only by the soft ticking of the clock on the far wall. The air grew heavier with each passing minute, the emptiness of the house pressing down on him like a silent witness to the deception unfolding within its walls.
Evening arrived, and with it, Naina.
She entered quietly, moving through the house with the grace of a woman who had nothing to hide. No hesitation, no lingering guilt. She was a master of control, of deception, of making the world believe what she wanted them to see.
The rustle of fabric filled the space as she set down her purse, slipping off her heels with a practiced ease. A soft sigh, almost content, as she stretched, then moved toward the bedroom to change. A simple saree this time, one of the many she wore at home, draping herself in normalcy as effortlessly as she spun her web of lies.
Aarav listened. The faint creak of the wardrobe door opening. The slide of fabric over skin. The clink of jewelry being removed, placed gently into a velvet box. Every movement spoke of a life undisturbed, a woman unburdened by conscience.
When she returned, her expression was sincere, her hands warm as she touched his arm. "Dinner?" she asked softly.
He nodded once, and she smiled, as if everything was just as it should be.
She brought food to him, helped him sit up, even pressed the spoon to his lips, whispering, "You have to eat properly, love."
Aarav swallowed hard and waited. The days blurred into each other, an endless cycle of betrayal wrapped in routine. She left, she returned, she pretended... always with the same practiced ease. And he? He watched. He listened. He waited, his patience sharpening into something lethal.
Until, one afternoon, everything changed.
Aarav knew something was different before she even spoke.
For days, the routine had been the same. She would leave in the afternoon, return by evening, act the devoted wife, and he would remain still, silent, pretending to be trapped in blindness and paralysis while seeing everything.
But today, she wasn’t leaving.
Instead, she moved about the house restlessly, her fingers grazing the furniture as if lost in thought. Aarav watched her from behind his dark glasses, his expression blank, his body as lifeless as ever but she was anxious.
She checked the clock too often, adjusting the hem of her nightgown... a black slip that clung to her body, thin and revealing, far too sensual for an ordinary afternoon.
Aarav's fingers twitched beneath the blanket, but he made sure not to move enough to betray himself. His heartbeat quickened.
She wasn’t going to him instead she was bringing him here and the realization sent a sick thrill down his spine. He had spent days lying in silence, listening to the details, piecing together the scent of another man on her body, the controlled restraint in her voice when she returned home.
But now, he would see it.
He didn’t have to imagine anymore.
A knock on the door.
Three soft raps. Not urgent, not impatient. Expected.
Naina moved with fluid grace, her bare feet gliding across the floor. She unlatched the lock and pulled the door open just enough to let someone in.
And there he was. Raghav.
Aarav's breath caught in his chest as his vision, now less blurred, allowed him to finally make out the face of the man who had been invading his home. His eyes burned with a rage he hadn't felt in what felt like an eternity. His body, trapped in a prison of paralysis, ached to move, to confront, to do anything but lay there—helpless.
Aarav felt a sharp, twisted amusement at how easily her ex stepped into his home.
The door clicked shut. The lock turned and then the silence, a charged moment... a weight of unspoken words and then a whisper...
"You kept me waiting," Naina murmured, her voice low, teasing.
A soft chuckle. "Was worth it," Raghav replied, his tone thick with promise.
Their footsteps were slow, deliberate.
"You’re sure about this?" Raghav asked.
Naina’s answer came as a soft hum. "He doesn’t see. He doesn’t move. He doesn’t know."
Aarav's heart hammered in his chest as he listened to the soft murmurs and the shuffle of fabric. They were coming closer,
And then, the unmistakable sound of a kiss. It started slow, hesitant, as if they were savoring the moment of anticipation. His jaw clenched, teeth grinding against each other, as the kiss deepened. The faint smack of their lips, the soft sigh of contentment, the sound of their breath mingling, taunting him.
Aarav remained still, his fists curling beneath the covers and then the betrayal began...
The shift in the air was palpable, the weight of their bodies drawing closer. A zipper slid down, slow and deliberate, a symphony of unspoken intent. Naina, gasped... barely. But it was enough to confirm the unspeakable scene playing out in the room.
Her breath hitched again, a soft sound that pierced the quiet like a knife. Aarav’s jaw tightened, his teeth grinding together, his body rigid with tension. His heart pounded in his ears, drowning out the whispers of their conversation. The only thing that remained was the sound of their betrayal.
He watched, his vision still not fully recovered, but clear enough to make out the silhouettes of their bodies. Naina’s hands moving with practiced ease, Raghav’s fingers sliding along her thighs, pushing up the sheer fabric of her nightgown. The sight of his wife’s bare skin was almost too much to bear, but he forced himself to continue watching, his eyes stinging with unshed tears behind the black spectacles.
Her breath hitched as Raghav’s hands found their way to her waist, his fingers digging into her flesh. Aarav felt the heat of his own rage building up, a volcano ready to erupt, but he remained still, his body a statue of silent fury.
They moved closer to the wall, Naina’s back to Raghav, as if she was shielding herself from Aarav’s unseeing gaze. The fabric of her nightgown was pushed up, revealing the curve of her lower back, the pale skin that Raghav’s hands now claimed. Aarav’s vision, though still blurry, allowed him to see enough to make out the outline of Raghav’s erection, pressing against Naina’s nakedness.
Naina’s breathing grew heavier, and she buried her moans in her arms. Her body moved in a silent dance of desire, hips rocking gently in a rhythm that Aarav knew by heart. But now, it was a rhythm that didn’t include him. He could feel the anger boiling within him, the heat of it spreading through his veins like wildfire. Yet, he remained still, his jaw clenched so tight it hurt.
Their shadows danced across the wall, an obscene pantomime that Aarav never wanted to see. Each touch, each caress, was a dagger in his chest, twisting with every beat of his heart. He felt like a spectator in a play that was written to humiliate him, and he had no way to leave the theater. The betrayal was intimate, a silent scream in the confines of his own home right in front of him, minutes passed like an eternity and then finally the stillness... a shared breath a quiet chuckle
"Let's move to the bedroom" Raghav murmured, his voice tinged with amusement.
Her reply was lost against his lips.
A few moments later, their footsteps whispered away towards the bedroom, the door clicked shut and Aarav exhaled slowly. He didn’t need to see anymore, he already knew. The sounds were distant but clear, the rustle of fabric, the slow, deliberate creak of the mattress.
A sigh... Muffled but not enough Aarav heard it but helpless unable to move unable react or burst out his anger. Aarav’s vision blurred with fury, but he swallowed it down. He let the betrayal play out for hours until finally the silence returned and then the water running...
Naina was cleaning herself... The transformation was beginning and Aarav remained still as he heard the quiet shuffle of her footsteps returning. She emerged dressed, her expression serene, her hair freshly combed after Raghav left the apartment. She walked over to him, kneeling beside his still form.
Her fingers traced along his jaw, soft, gentle, like a wife’s touch should be.
Naina: "Did you sleep well, love?"
His lips twitched, he could barely contain the dark amusement threatening to spill over.
Aarav: "Yes," he murmured.
She leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to his forehead and he let her, he let her tuck him in later in the night, he let her whisper sweet reassurances, and he let her believe that he knew nothing, but he knew everything and he was waiting... waiting for the right moment to confront her but for now he just waited...
Days had passed... and now even Nights had became worse... she no longer waited for afternoons... Now, Raghav came at night. Aarav lay in their bedroom, listening to the faintest sounds... the shuffle of feet, the quiet gasps, the soft creaks of furniture in the living room... and Sometimes, right outside the bedroom door.
She was reckless now... She thought she was untouchable... And yet, she had no idea that the man she thought was powerless was watching. Listening. Waiting.
The house had changed. The walls, once filled with warmth, now felt hollow, their whispers carrying secrets. The air itself seemed heavier, thick with something unsaid, unseen. The flickering shadows from the dim hallway light painted ghosts of movements he could not acknowledge but knew too well.
Aarav had spent weeks trapped in silence, forced into a prison of stillness while his mind remained sharper than ever. But now, he could see everything clearly... his vision completely healed.
Then, one afternoon.... everything changed again.
Aarav knew the moment she let Raghav in. The soft pad of his shoes against the floor. The hesitant pause as they entered, as if gauging whether the man they believed was blind and helpless would stir.
His heartbeat was steady, his breath even, but inside, something coiled tighter than ever.
Their footsteps moved then a pause, a shift in the air and then, Raghav’s quiet, commanding whisper:
"On your knees."
Naina's compliance was immediate, a silent acknowledgment of her role in this twisted game. She knelt down, her eyes cast downward, her hands shaking slightly as she reached for the zipper of Raghav’s pants. Aarav's heart was a caged animal, thumping against his ribs, his eyes wide open behind the black spectacles.
The sight of his wife on her knees before another man was a knife twisting in his gut, but he didn’t flinch. He watched, his gaze unblinking, as she revealed Raghav’s erect length, the same hands that had once caressed Aarav’s body now trembling with a different kind of need.
Naina’s eyes remained closed, her breaths shallow, as her lips parted and she took Raghav into her mouth. Aarav’s body burned with a mix of anger and something different unexpected as he observed her every move. She was skilled, her tongue swirling around the head of Raghav’s cock, her cheeks hollowing as she took him deeper. The way she moved, her head bobbing rhythmically, told a story of passion and submission that didn’t include him anymore.
Raghav groaned softly, his hand fisting in her hair, guiding her, pushing her down. The sound was like a whip crack in the quiet room, a declaration of his dominance. Aarav’s fists clenched beneath the blanket, his teeth grinding together, but he remained still, his eyes glued to the scene playing out before him.
Naina’s cheeks hollowed as she took Raghav’s length deeper, her eyes still closed as if in concentration. The sight of her submission was a knife to Aarav’s soul, but the unexpected stirring in his lower body was a betrayal of his own. He felt a heat that had been absent since the accident—a twitch, a throb that grew stronger with each passing second.
The legs that had once been useless began to flex, and Aarav’s mind raced. Could it be? Was this anger, this betrayal, the catalyst for a miracle? His eyes narrowed, watching his toes slowly move, the paralysis retreating like shadows before dawn.
Above him, Naina's movements grew more vigorous, her moans more earnest. Raghav’s hand tightened in her hair, his hips bucking slightly as he grew closer to his climax.
But it was the sight of Aarav’s toes, moving almost imperceptibly, that held Aarav's focus. The paralysis that had imprisoned him for so long was retreating, and the anger boiling in his chest was giving way to something... unexpectedly raw undeniable need.
His breath caught in his throat. His chest rose, ever so slightly. He swallowed the gasp that threatened to escape, willing himself to remain still. His pulse pounded in his ears, drowning out their sounds, their movements, everything but the realization that slammed into him with the force of a storm.
His paralysis…
His impotence…
It was fading.
Watching her in betrayal… was curing him.
The irony was so sharp it nearly made him laugh. But he didn’t. He couldn't.
He wanted to move. To stand. To end this.
His fingers curled into the fabric of the sheets, the sensation so foreign it almost startled him. His body had been unresponsive for months, a lifeless shell that had betrayed him as deeply as she had. And yet, here he was. Feeling. Moving.
A dangerous thrill surged through him. The power she had taken from him, she was unknowingly giving back. But he wasn’t ready yet.
No. Not yet.
He forced himself to remain still.. To wait... He wanted to see how far she would fall, How deep her deception ran, How much she would take before he took everything back.
He had spent months in the darkness... But now, he was waking up. And when the time was right... He would rise.
That night, long after Raghav had gone, after Naina had showered and slipped into bed beside him as if nothing had happened, Aarav remained awake.
His mind raced, replaying every moment, every whisper, every touch he had seen that day. But more than that, he focused on the feeling that still lingered in his body.
His fingers moved beneath the sheets, subtle, but controlled. He could feel the faintest pressure in his legs, an echo of something more. His muscles tingled, as if electricity crackled just beneath the surface.
He was healing and she had no idea...
Beside him, Naina shifted in her sleep, her breath even, peaceful... She thought she had won, She thought he was nothing more than a burden, a shadow of the man he once was.... but she was wrong.
Aarav turned his head slightly, gazing at her through the darkness. For months, he had played the victim, the helpless husband, trapped in his body, watching the woman he loved turn into something he could no longer recognize.
But the game was about to change... As his toes curled, stronger than before, as the pulse in his lower body confirmed what he already knew, Aarav felt something he hadn’t in a long time.
Power.
He wasn’t just healing, he was waiting...
And soon, he would rise.
But not yet, Not until he had seen it all... Not until she had given him every reason... Not until she had dug her own grave so deep that there would be no escape....
Because when the moment came... when she least expected it...
Aarav would not just stand... He would destroy her. And she would never see it coming.
But... something else happened as the days went by... something Aarav didnt understand completely...
After few days...
Aarav lay motionless beneath the blanket, his body still, but his mind a storm of emotions. The dim glow of the bedside lamp flickered softly, casting elongated shadows across the room. The hum of the ceiling fan blended with the distant murmurs of the city outside, creating a strange stillness.
Naina had just tucked him in, her touch lingering for a moment longer than necessary—gentle, almost calculated. Her scent still hung in the air, fresh jasmine mixed with something unfamiliar, something tainted. Once comforting, it now suffocated him.
Behind his black glasses, his eyes remained open. He had regained his sight days ago, yet he continued to play the helpless husband. His body, once weak, was now strong, brimming with a restrained energy. He had spent days watching, listening, waiting.
But in past few days Naina had changed yet again... At first, she was careful, whispering, muffling her betrayal behind closed doors. But as days passed, she became reckless, her moans louder, her shamelessness unrestrained. She tested him, daring him to react, but he remained still.
And tonight, she was crossing the final line.
Aarav felt the shift the moment she stepped away from the bed. No hesitation. No guilt. She got naked completely and wore one of Aarav shirts without buttoning it.
Then, the click of her phone unlocking. A few swipes. A pause.
And then, in a hushed, sultry voice - "Come over."
Aarav’s fingers curled into the mattress. The words sent fire through his veins. His breath steadied. His rage simmered beneath the surface, but he forced himself to wait.
The bedroom door opened with a soft creak. Aarav's heart hammered in his chest, his fists clenching and unclenching beneath the blanket. Naina, wearing nothing but his unbuttoned shirt, led Raghav by the hand, her eyes half-lidded with lust. They paused at the entrance of the bedroom, their eyes locking in a silent, passionate declaration that pierced Aarav's soul.
Naina's hands slid up to cradle Raghav's face, her fingers tracing the line of his stubble. Then, she kissed him, her mouth moving with a desperation that was almost painful to watch. Her moans were loud, filling the room like a declaration of war against Aarav’s dignity.
Raghav’s hands were everywhere, roaming over her body... Naina’s shirt dropped to the floor, revealing her nakedness. He watched as Raghav’s eyes devoured her, as his hands cupped her breasts, teasing her erect nipples. Naina arched into his touch, a silent plea for more.
She didn’t bother with subtlety anymore. Naina bent down at the edge of the bed, her hand gripping the mattress. She looked straight into Aarav’s covered eyes, a wicked smile playing on her lips.
"Fuck me, Raghav," she breathed, her voice a siren's call.
Her eyes locked on Aarav, her gaze unwavering. It was as if she knew the truth, as if she could see through his charade. Raghav's hips thrust into her, the slap of their flesh echoing in the quiet room. Naina's eyes never left Aarav's, her smile taunting, her body writhing with a passion that was no longer for him.
Biting her lower lip, she arched her back, pushing herself onto Raghav, her eyes never leaving Aarav's. Lust on her face was clearly visible. The sight of her nakedness, her sluttiness, filled him with a confusing cocktail of anger and arousal.
As Raghav's breath grew ragged, his hips bucked faster, his movements becoming more erratic. With a guttural groan, Raghav's orgasm ripped through him. Naina pulled away at the last second, her hand wrapping around his cock, stroking him through the climax. She watched Aarav through half-lidded eyes, her own breath quickening as she brought Raghav to climax.
With a smug smile, she handed Raghav his clothes, still not bothering to cover herself. He took them from her, his eyes never leaving hers as he began to dress.
In a matter of minutes, Raghav was gone, the door closing with a soft click. The apartment felt emptier than ever. Naina remained in the bedroom, her breathing shallow, her heart racing. She had pushed the boundaries too far, taunting Aarav with her infidelity, but she was too lost in her own desires to care.
Slowly, she approached the bed, her eyes never leaving her husband. He lay there, his body seemingly relaxed, but she could feel his tension. His cock, still erect, was a silent acceptance of her betrayal. With a trembling hand, she reached out and slid the blanket away from his body. The sight of his erection was thrilling, a stark reminder of the power she held over him.
Aarav’s breath hitched as she straddled him, her eyes gleaming with a mix of lust and challenge. She hovered over him, her pussy wet and ready, and with one swift movement, she lowered herself onto him. His cock slid inside her, filling her up, stretching her. The sensation was electric, sending shockwaves through her body.
She reached up and gently lifted the black spectacles from his face. He flinched at the sudden exposure, his eyes locking with hers for the first time in what felt like an eternity. Naina's eyes never left his as she began to rock her hips, riding him with a deliberate, taunting rhythm. "I knew you were healed," she whispered, her voice a seductive purr. "Now you have a choice, Aarav. You can either divorce me and let me go... or you can claim me again." Her hips rolled, her eyes gleaming with a wicked satisfaction as she watched his face contort with the effort of maintaining his composure.
Aarav's jaw clenched, his teeth grinding together. He could feel the anger building within him, a volcano threatening to erupt. Yet, he remained still, his eyes never leaving hers as she continued to ride him. "What makes you think I still want you?" he finally asked, his voice hoarse with disuse.
Naina's smile was a twisted mix of victory and spite as she pulled away and bent down on all fours beside the bed. "You enjoyed watching, didn’t you?" she taunted, her voice low and seductive. "Your body gave you away, Aarav. You're as hard as ever."
Aarav's eyes narrowed, his grip on the sheets tightening until his knuckles turned white. The anger in his gaze was unmistakable, but it was tinged with something else—desire, perhaps, or maybe just the need to regain control over the woman who had so thoroughly betrayed him.
Naina arched her back, her ass high in the air, a blatant offering to Aarav. She was a creature of the night, a temptress in their marital bed. Her words hung in the air like a dare. "You can sign the papers I have kept in the drawer for divorce," she said, her voice a silky purr, "or claim me like you own me, baby."
Aarav’s eyes narrowed. The muscles in his body, once weak, now surged with power. He pushed himself up, the sheets falling away from his body. With a sudden movement that surprised even him, he grabbed a fistful of her hair and yanked her to her feet. The force of his action made her gasp, her eyes wide with shock.
He stood before her, his body trembling with rage and something else—desire, perhaps. He had watched her betrayal, had felt the sting of her deceit, but now...now he had the power to reclaim what was his. He pulled her to him, his mouth crashing down onto hers, his teeth biting into her plump lower lip, drawing blood. Naina whimpered, a mix of pain and pleasure mingling in the air between them.
He spun her around, bending her down in the exact same position she had been with Raghav just minutes earlier. Her hands gripped the edge of the bed, her legs wobbling slightly as she tried to keep her balance. Her ass was arched high, the same pose that had driven Raghav to his peak. But now it was Aarav’s turn.
With a primal growl, he thrust into her from behind, his cock sliding through the slickness she had been so eager to give to her lover. Naina gasped, her eyes flying wide as she felt the difference in his touch. It was no longer gentle or loving, but demanding, almost punishing. Each thrust was a claim, a declaration that she was still his, despite her betrayal.
Her body responded to him, despite the horror of her realization. She could feel him, his grip on her hair tight, his breath hot against her neck as he whispered his anger into her ear. "You're mine," he murmured, his voice a dark caress. "Mine to love, and mine to hate."
The business trip was supposed to be short. A couple of meetings in another city, and he would be back by the weekend. He kissed Naina goodbye, promising to bring back her favorite chocolates. She had laughed, teasing him about how predictable he was, always buying her chocolates from every city he visited.
But, he never made it to the meetings. Somewhere on the highway, a truck lost control and slammed into his car. The world spun.... Metal crunched, Glass shattered, Then... DARKNESS...
When Aarav opened his eyes... everything was a blur. The harsh glow of the hospital lights stabbed at his vision, turning faces into shapeless figures... His head throbbed with a dull pain. He tried to move, but something was wrong. His body felt different... he couldn't understand, he was confused, lost and worried.
A muffled voice broke through the haze. "Mr. Aarav. Can you hear me?"
He tried to respond, but his throat was dry. He swallowed hard, managing a whisper. "What… happened? Where am I?"
The voice belonged to a calm professional doctor - "You were in a car accident & You suffered a severe spinal injury."
The words didn't make sense at first. His mind refused to connect them. Spinal injury?
The doctor hesitated... as if carefully choosing his words - "Your lower body is currently paralyzed. We can't say yet if it's permanent"
Aarav's chest tightened. Paralysis? No... That couldn't be right
The doctor continued - "Your vision is also affected due to head trauma, It should return with time... but for now, it will remain blurry."
Aarav tried to process the information, but it felt unreal like a nightmare. He struggled to move his legs, but they wouldn't respond. Panic rose in his throat. Then, the doctor spoke again, his tone even heavier.
"There's... another complication"
Aarav turned his head slightly, his heart pounding. "What?"
The doctor hesitated - "The injury has affected your sexual function. Right now, there's no response."
For a moment, the room spun. Everything around him faded. Blind. Paralyzed. And now... impotent.
Everything that made him a man was being taken away from him.
Days passed in a blur of medications, therapy sessions, and silence. His vision started improving slightly... just enough to see vague shapes and colors. But his legs remained lifeless. The doctors spoke of therapy, of possibilities, but Aarav felt empty.
He spent hours staring at the ceiling, thinking about Naina. His beautiful, young wife. She had married a strong, successful man. Now, he was broken. What kind of life could he give her?
He had to set her free, he thought, a calculated decision and then the idea formed in his mind.
Aarav called the doctor into his room and said in low voice - "I need a favor"
Doctor: "What kind of favor?"
Aarav: "I don't want my wife or family to know that my vision will return. Tell them I'm permanently blind."
The doctor’s face darkened - "Why would you do that?"
Aarav forced a smile and said - "If they think I'll recover, they'll stay out of guilt. But if I'm blind forever... my wife will leave and that is something I wish for us now"
Doctor: "Aarav, this isn't something to play with. They love you."
Aarav interrupted saying - "I know Naina, She is too kind. She will sacrifice her whole life for me. But she deserves better." He took a deep breath. "Please. Just say I will never be able to see again."
The doctor sighed but nodded - "If this is truly what you want."
Aarav clenched his jaw and said - "It is, and it's for the best doctor."
But, He didn’t know that his lie would soon become his worst nightmare.
Three days later, his family arrived at the hospital, along with Naina. The moment she walked in, he heard her sharp inhale, the tremble in her breath. She was crying.
Naina: "Aarav..." Her voice broke as she rushed to his side, grabbing his hand. "Oh my God, I thought I lost you."
He swallowed the lump in his throat. He wanted to see her face clearly, to read her eyes. But he forced himself to keep the act alive.
Aarav: "I can’t see you..." he said. His voice was hollow, rehearsed.
Naina gasped. "What?"
The doctor cleared his throat - "I’m sorry, Mrs. Naina. His vision is gone permanently."
A painful silence filled the room. Then, Naina sobbing hugged him tightly, embracing him in her arms.
Aarav didn’t hug her back. He couldn't. He had to push her away.
The journey back home was suffocating. Everyone tried to talk to him, comfort him, but he stayed silent. His mother kept crying. His father said, "We will take care of you, son."
And Naina... she never let go of his hand. She whispered soft reassurances in his ear. "I will take care of you. You’re not alone."
He wanted to believe her. But he couldn’t.
That night, after everyone else had gone to bed, Aarav sat in his wheelchair by the bedroom window. The house was quiet except for the ticking of the clock. Naina brought him tea, placing the cup in his hand gently. "Do you need help?"
He shook his head. "No."
She sat beside him on the bed, watching him with concern. "Are you in pain?"
Aarav took a deep breath. "Naina... I want a divorce."
The words hit the air like a gunshot and there was complete silence. Then, she laughed softly. A bitter, sad laugh.
Naina: "Very funny"
Aarav: "I am serious." His grip tightened on the cup. "You don’t have to stay. I am a burden now."
She jerked back, eyes flashing. "Burden? Aarav, I am your wife!"
He shook his head. "I can’t walk. I can’t see. And I... I can’t even be a husband to you anymore." His voice cracked. "You are young. Beautiful. You deserve someone whole."
She grabbed his hand, gripping it so tight it hurt. "Stop it."
Aarav: "Naina..."
Naina: "Stop talking like this!" she snapped. "Do you think I married you just for your body? For your looks?"
Aarav clenched his jaw - "You will regret staying."
She softened, shaking her head. "No, I won't"
She reached out, cupping his face, her touch warm and reassuring - "I married you for who you are, Aarav. And I’m not going anywhere."
Her words sounded sincere. Her tears looked real, But Aarav had no idea what was coming. The woman who refused to leave him... was already betraying him And soon, his blindness would become his greatest curse.
The house was quieter than ever. Days had passed since Aarav had been discharged from the hospital. His family had left, returning to their native town after much persuasion from Naina. She had insisted on taking care of him alone, without interference. She had been firm, almost desperate in her assurance to them.
Naina: "He needs peace. Too many people around will stress him" she had said.
At first, everything seemed normal. She was the devoted wife... tender, caring, and always attentive. She woke up early to help him bathe, cooked his favorite meals, and made sure his medications were given on time. She even smiled at him, just like before the accident, making it seem as though nothing had changed.
But patterns began to emerge. And Aarav, despite his partial blindness, began to notice them.
Every afternoon, after ensuring he was comfortable on the couch, Naina would disappear into the bedroom, claiming she needed rest But instead she used to walk out of the apartment. When she returned in the evening, she seemed... different. Relaxed. Almost lighter. At first, he had thought nothing of it. He assumed she was just stepping out for fresh air, maybe going to the temple to pray for him.
Then came the whispers... Low, hushed conversations over the phone when she thought he was asleep. The kind of whispers that spoke of secrets. The kind that made his heart race with unease. He wanted to ask her, but something held him back.
And then, there was that night.
He had woken up suddenly, thirsty, his throat dry like sandpaper. Reaching for the glass of water on the side table, his ears picked up a soft murmur from the other room. Naina was on a call. Her voice was just above a whisper, but the words he caught sent a cold shiver through his spine.
“It's second floor, Apartment 203”
He didn't know what she meant. Not yet. Until he saw it. Until the lie unraveled before his eyes.
Next day...
It was a lazy afternoon. Aarav lay on the living room couch, half asleep. The wheelchair was parked beside him, just as always, waiting for Naina to shift him to the bed later. The house was silent, the only sound was the occasional ticking of the clock on the wall.
Then, a notification sound on her phone buzzed. Soft footsteps followed.
Naina's hand hovered over the doorknob after she saw her phone screen, her heart racing as she painted her lips a shade of red. She had hoped that by the time she was done, the visitor would have arrived. But she hadn't quite finished. With trembling hands, she opened the door, keeping her eyes on her reflection in the mirror.
Aarav’s pulse quickened. His vision had been improving over the past few days. He could now make out shadows, blurred figures, movements and he saw a man standing too close to Naina.
His body went rigid, every nerve in his body screaming at him to react. But he forced himself to remain still.
Naina stood in front of the hallway mirror, adding final touches to her makeup. Her hair was perfectly styled, her lips painted a deeper red than usual. Her dress hugged her body just right.
She was going somewhere. Somewhere important.
Aarav watched in horror as the man moved closer behind her. His hands slid down her arms, grazing her waist, pulling her back against him.
You look gorgeous" Raghav murmured, his voice thick with desire.
Aarav’s breath hitched. His vision was blurred he couldn't make out that the man was none other then her ex-boyfriend Raghav, The one she had claimed she had completely cut off from her life.
Naina let out a small smirk, her eyes meeting his in the mirror's reflection.
Naina: "Impatient?" she teased.
Raghav: "I’ve waited long enough."
And then he did it... he kissed her.
Aarav’s stomach twisted, his blood boiling, his hands trembled. He had expected or atleast hoped... that she would push him away, step back, look horrified at the audacity of it.
But she didn’t... She did nothing... No hesitation. No guilt. Instead, she leaned into him. Tilted her head to the side, allowing his lips to trail from her cheek to her neck.
Aarav’s fingers dug into the blanket beneath him. His heart thundered in his chest, each beat harder than the last.
She was his wife, and she was letting another man touch her...
After a few lingering seconds, Naina finally pulled away, fixing her lipstick with her fingers. Her voice was playful when she spoke, as if she hadn’t just shattered her husband’s soul.
Naina: "Not here" she whispered.
Raghav chuckled, his fingers still trailing over her arm - "Then let’s go"
She gave herself one last look in the mirror, adjusted her dress, then walked toward the door. Raghav followed her, but just before stepping out, he glanced over at the couch where Aarav lay.
For a split second, Aarav was terrified that Raghav had caught him watching. That he had noticed something off. But then, he turned back to Naina and said, "He’s asleep?"
Naina laughed... "He sleeps through the afternoon."
Aarav squeezed his eyes shut just as they walked out. He heard the door click behind them. And then, silence.
They were gone... and he was left alone with the harsh truth.
For a long time, Aarav didn’t move. He just lay there, staring at the ceiling, the words, the images, the betrayal burning into his mind. This was the first time she had done something like this at home. She was getting bolder.
How many times had she done this outside? Was this an affair that had just begun—or had it been going on all along? Since his accident? Before it?
The realization left him breathless. He had wanted to surprise her when his vision was fully recovered. To tell her he was healing. To tell her they could find a way through this. That their love could survive.
But now...
Now, he would keep his secret. He wouldn’t tell her that he had seen. He wouldn’t tell her that his vision was coming back. Because she thought she had fooled him.
But now, it was his turn to fool her... And he would wait... He would watch... And he wouldn’t say a word.
Because if she thought she could play this game... Then so could he...
The evening sky bled into deep shades of indigo as Naina stepped into the house, carefully closing the door behind her. The scent of the outside world clung to her... an intoxicating mix of expensive cologne, sweat, and something unmistakably sinful. It lingered in the air, mingling with the faint traces of sandalwood and jasmine that belonged to their home, an invisible presence that carried stories unspoken.
She paused at the entrance, exhaling softly, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. A habit, a silent gesture of composure. Her dark eyes flickered toward the couch where her husband lay, unmoving, as if he had never stirred in her absence. Aarav was exactly as she had left him... motionless, his body still, his face turned slightly upward, the ever-present black glasses shielding his useless eyes. His breathing was slow, steady, eerily peaceful.
A slight smirk played on her lips. As if he had no idea.
Her bangles chimed softly in the quiet as she moved forward, each step deliberate and controlled. The anklets she once adored for their sweet jingle now barely made a sound. She had learned to move like a shadow—silent, unseen, unnoticed.
Kneeling beside him, she reached out, her fingers ghosting over his forehead before trailing down his sharp jawline. His skin was warm beneath her touch, a stark contrast to the chill of the night air she had left behind. She let her fingertips linger, an affectionate caress that was part ritual, part mockery.
"Aarav," she murmured, her voice dripping with practiced affection, the perfect imitation of a devoted wife. "What do you want to eat tonight?"
Aarav stayed perfectly still. A moment passed. The silence hung heavy in the air, stretching between them. Then, slowly, his lips parted, and his voice emerged—a quiet, measured murmur.
Aarav: "Anything you make."
Naina smiled. She stood, her silk saree whispering around her legs, and made her way to the kitchen.
The house was large, but she navigated it effortlessly, each step calculated. The kitchen came alive with muted sounds... the measured clink of utensils, the rhythmic chopping of vegetables, the simmering of something rich and warm. The aroma of spices filled the air, wrapping around the house like an embrace.
Aarav listened, his face giving nothing away, his body as still as ever. But inside, his mind was anything but quiet. This was their routine now—a twisted dance of deception. She played the devoted wife, tending to him with gentle hands, her voice soft, her touch affectionate. And he played his part flawlessly—the blind, helpless husband, unaware, unknowing.
But the truth was far from what she believed.
Because he saw everything.
The next afternoon, like a routine, Naina left again.
Aarav remained on the couch, listening to the silence that followed her departure. It was deafening, stretching across the room like an invisible weight, suffocating yet strangely revealing.
For hours, he lay unmoving, his mind replaying the small details... the way she had kissed his forehead before leaving, the slight tremor in her breath, the scent she carried upon her return. A scent that didn’t belong to him.
Time dragged on, marked only by the soft ticking of the clock on the far wall. The air grew heavier with each passing minute, the emptiness of the house pressing down on him like a silent witness to the deception unfolding within its walls.
Evening arrived, and with it, Naina.
She entered quietly, moving through the house with the grace of a woman who had nothing to hide. No hesitation, no lingering guilt. She was a master of control, of deception, of making the world believe what she wanted them to see.
The rustle of fabric filled the space as she set down her purse, slipping off her heels with a practiced ease. A soft sigh, almost content, as she stretched, then moved toward the bedroom to change. A simple saree this time, one of the many she wore at home, draping herself in normalcy as effortlessly as she spun her web of lies.
Aarav listened. The faint creak of the wardrobe door opening. The slide of fabric over skin. The clink of jewelry being removed, placed gently into a velvet box. Every movement spoke of a life undisturbed, a woman unburdened by conscience.
When she returned, her expression was sincere, her hands warm as she touched his arm. "Dinner?" she asked softly.
He nodded once, and she smiled, as if everything was just as it should be.
She brought food to him, helped him sit up, even pressed the spoon to his lips, whispering, "You have to eat properly, love."
Aarav swallowed hard and waited. The days blurred into each other, an endless cycle of betrayal wrapped in routine. She left, she returned, she pretended... always with the same practiced ease. And he? He watched. He listened. He waited, his patience sharpening into something lethal.
Until, one afternoon, everything changed.
Aarav knew something was different before she even spoke.
For days, the routine had been the same. She would leave in the afternoon, return by evening, act the devoted wife, and he would remain still, silent, pretending to be trapped in blindness and paralysis while seeing everything.
But today, she wasn’t leaving.
Instead, she moved about the house restlessly, her fingers grazing the furniture as if lost in thought. Aarav watched her from behind his dark glasses, his expression blank, his body as lifeless as ever but she was anxious.
She checked the clock too often, adjusting the hem of her nightgown... a black slip that clung to her body, thin and revealing, far too sensual for an ordinary afternoon.
Aarav's fingers twitched beneath the blanket, but he made sure not to move enough to betray himself. His heartbeat quickened.
She wasn’t going to him instead she was bringing him here and the realization sent a sick thrill down his spine. He had spent days lying in silence, listening to the details, piecing together the scent of another man on her body, the controlled restraint in her voice when she returned home.
But now, he would see it.
He didn’t have to imagine anymore.
A knock on the door.
Three soft raps. Not urgent, not impatient. Expected.
Naina moved with fluid grace, her bare feet gliding across the floor. She unlatched the lock and pulled the door open just enough to let someone in.
And there he was. Raghav.
Aarav's breath caught in his chest as his vision, now less blurred, allowed him to finally make out the face of the man who had been invading his home. His eyes burned with a rage he hadn't felt in what felt like an eternity. His body, trapped in a prison of paralysis, ached to move, to confront, to do anything but lay there—helpless.
Aarav felt a sharp, twisted amusement at how easily her ex stepped into his home.
The door clicked shut. The lock turned and then the silence, a charged moment... a weight of unspoken words and then a whisper...
"You kept me waiting," Naina murmured, her voice low, teasing.
A soft chuckle. "Was worth it," Raghav replied, his tone thick with promise.
Their footsteps were slow, deliberate.
"You’re sure about this?" Raghav asked.
Naina’s answer came as a soft hum. "He doesn’t see. He doesn’t move. He doesn’t know."
Aarav's heart hammered in his chest as he listened to the soft murmurs and the shuffle of fabric. They were coming closer,
And then, the unmistakable sound of a kiss. It started slow, hesitant, as if they were savoring the moment of anticipation. His jaw clenched, teeth grinding against each other, as the kiss deepened. The faint smack of their lips, the soft sigh of contentment, the sound of their breath mingling, taunting him.
Aarav remained still, his fists curling beneath the covers and then the betrayal began...
The shift in the air was palpable, the weight of their bodies drawing closer. A zipper slid down, slow and deliberate, a symphony of unspoken intent. Naina, gasped... barely. But it was enough to confirm the unspeakable scene playing out in the room.
Her breath hitched again, a soft sound that pierced the quiet like a knife. Aarav’s jaw tightened, his teeth grinding together, his body rigid with tension. His heart pounded in his ears, drowning out the whispers of their conversation. The only thing that remained was the sound of their betrayal.
He watched, his vision still not fully recovered, but clear enough to make out the silhouettes of their bodies. Naina’s hands moving with practiced ease, Raghav’s fingers sliding along her thighs, pushing up the sheer fabric of her nightgown. The sight of his wife’s bare skin was almost too much to bear, but he forced himself to continue watching, his eyes stinging with unshed tears behind the black spectacles.
Her breath hitched as Raghav’s hands found their way to her waist, his fingers digging into her flesh. Aarav felt the heat of his own rage building up, a volcano ready to erupt, but he remained still, his body a statue of silent fury.
They moved closer to the wall, Naina’s back to Raghav, as if she was shielding herself from Aarav’s unseeing gaze. The fabric of her nightgown was pushed up, revealing the curve of her lower back, the pale skin that Raghav’s hands now claimed. Aarav’s vision, though still blurry, allowed him to see enough to make out the outline of Raghav’s erection, pressing against Naina’s nakedness.
Naina’s breathing grew heavier, and she buried her moans in her arms. Her body moved in a silent dance of desire, hips rocking gently in a rhythm that Aarav knew by heart. But now, it was a rhythm that didn’t include him. He could feel the anger boiling within him, the heat of it spreading through his veins like wildfire. Yet, he remained still, his jaw clenched so tight it hurt.
Their shadows danced across the wall, an obscene pantomime that Aarav never wanted to see. Each touch, each caress, was a dagger in his chest, twisting with every beat of his heart. He felt like a spectator in a play that was written to humiliate him, and he had no way to leave the theater. The betrayal was intimate, a silent scream in the confines of his own home right in front of him, minutes passed like an eternity and then finally the stillness... a shared breath a quiet chuckle
"Let's move to the bedroom" Raghav murmured, his voice tinged with amusement.
Her reply was lost against his lips.
A few moments later, their footsteps whispered away towards the bedroom, the door clicked shut and Aarav exhaled slowly. He didn’t need to see anymore, he already knew. The sounds were distant but clear, the rustle of fabric, the slow, deliberate creak of the mattress.
A sigh... Muffled but not enough Aarav heard it but helpless unable to move unable react or burst out his anger. Aarav’s vision blurred with fury, but he swallowed it down. He let the betrayal play out for hours until finally the silence returned and then the water running...
Naina was cleaning herself... The transformation was beginning and Aarav remained still as he heard the quiet shuffle of her footsteps returning. She emerged dressed, her expression serene, her hair freshly combed after Raghav left the apartment. She walked over to him, kneeling beside his still form.
Her fingers traced along his jaw, soft, gentle, like a wife’s touch should be.
Naina: "Did you sleep well, love?"
His lips twitched, he could barely contain the dark amusement threatening to spill over.
Aarav: "Yes," he murmured.
She leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to his forehead and he let her, he let her tuck him in later in the night, he let her whisper sweet reassurances, and he let her believe that he knew nothing, but he knew everything and he was waiting... waiting for the right moment to confront her but for now he just waited...
Days had passed... and now even Nights had became worse... she no longer waited for afternoons... Now, Raghav came at night. Aarav lay in their bedroom, listening to the faintest sounds... the shuffle of feet, the quiet gasps, the soft creaks of furniture in the living room... and Sometimes, right outside the bedroom door.
She was reckless now... She thought she was untouchable... And yet, she had no idea that the man she thought was powerless was watching. Listening. Waiting.
The house had changed. The walls, once filled with warmth, now felt hollow, their whispers carrying secrets. The air itself seemed heavier, thick with something unsaid, unseen. The flickering shadows from the dim hallway light painted ghosts of movements he could not acknowledge but knew too well.
Aarav had spent weeks trapped in silence, forced into a prison of stillness while his mind remained sharper than ever. But now, he could see everything clearly... his vision completely healed.
Then, one afternoon.... everything changed again.
Aarav knew the moment she let Raghav in. The soft pad of his shoes against the floor. The hesitant pause as they entered, as if gauging whether the man they believed was blind and helpless would stir.
His heartbeat was steady, his breath even, but inside, something coiled tighter than ever.
Their footsteps moved then a pause, a shift in the air and then, Raghav’s quiet, commanding whisper:
"On your knees."
Naina's compliance was immediate, a silent acknowledgment of her role in this twisted game. She knelt down, her eyes cast downward, her hands shaking slightly as she reached for the zipper of Raghav’s pants. Aarav's heart was a caged animal, thumping against his ribs, his eyes wide open behind the black spectacles.
The sight of his wife on her knees before another man was a knife twisting in his gut, but he didn’t flinch. He watched, his gaze unblinking, as she revealed Raghav’s erect length, the same hands that had once caressed Aarav’s body now trembling with a different kind of need.
Naina’s eyes remained closed, her breaths shallow, as her lips parted and she took Raghav into her mouth. Aarav’s body burned with a mix of anger and something different unexpected as he observed her every move. She was skilled, her tongue swirling around the head of Raghav’s cock, her cheeks hollowing as she took him deeper. The way she moved, her head bobbing rhythmically, told a story of passion and submission that didn’t include him anymore.
Raghav groaned softly, his hand fisting in her hair, guiding her, pushing her down. The sound was like a whip crack in the quiet room, a declaration of his dominance. Aarav’s fists clenched beneath the blanket, his teeth grinding together, but he remained still, his eyes glued to the scene playing out before him.
Naina’s cheeks hollowed as she took Raghav’s length deeper, her eyes still closed as if in concentration. The sight of her submission was a knife to Aarav’s soul, but the unexpected stirring in his lower body was a betrayal of his own. He felt a heat that had been absent since the accident—a twitch, a throb that grew stronger with each passing second.
The legs that had once been useless began to flex, and Aarav’s mind raced. Could it be? Was this anger, this betrayal, the catalyst for a miracle? His eyes narrowed, watching his toes slowly move, the paralysis retreating like shadows before dawn.
Above him, Naina's movements grew more vigorous, her moans more earnest. Raghav’s hand tightened in her hair, his hips bucking slightly as he grew closer to his climax.
But it was the sight of Aarav’s toes, moving almost imperceptibly, that held Aarav's focus. The paralysis that had imprisoned him for so long was retreating, and the anger boiling in his chest was giving way to something... unexpectedly raw undeniable need.
His breath caught in his throat. His chest rose, ever so slightly. He swallowed the gasp that threatened to escape, willing himself to remain still. His pulse pounded in his ears, drowning out their sounds, their movements, everything but the realization that slammed into him with the force of a storm.
His paralysis…
His impotence…
It was fading.
Watching her in betrayal… was curing him.
The irony was so sharp it nearly made him laugh. But he didn’t. He couldn't.
He wanted to move. To stand. To end this.
His fingers curled into the fabric of the sheets, the sensation so foreign it almost startled him. His body had been unresponsive for months, a lifeless shell that had betrayed him as deeply as she had. And yet, here he was. Feeling. Moving.
A dangerous thrill surged through him. The power she had taken from him, she was unknowingly giving back. But he wasn’t ready yet.
No. Not yet.
He forced himself to remain still.. To wait... He wanted to see how far she would fall, How deep her deception ran, How much she would take before he took everything back.
He had spent months in the darkness... But now, he was waking up. And when the time was right... He would rise.
That night, long after Raghav had gone, after Naina had showered and slipped into bed beside him as if nothing had happened, Aarav remained awake.
His mind raced, replaying every moment, every whisper, every touch he had seen that day. But more than that, he focused on the feeling that still lingered in his body.
His fingers moved beneath the sheets, subtle, but controlled. He could feel the faintest pressure in his legs, an echo of something more. His muscles tingled, as if electricity crackled just beneath the surface.
He was healing and she had no idea...
Beside him, Naina shifted in her sleep, her breath even, peaceful... She thought she had won, She thought he was nothing more than a burden, a shadow of the man he once was.... but she was wrong.
Aarav turned his head slightly, gazing at her through the darkness. For months, he had played the victim, the helpless husband, trapped in his body, watching the woman he loved turn into something he could no longer recognize.
But the game was about to change... As his toes curled, stronger than before, as the pulse in his lower body confirmed what he already knew, Aarav felt something he hadn’t in a long time.
Power.
He wasn’t just healing, he was waiting...
And soon, he would rise.
But not yet, Not until he had seen it all... Not until she had given him every reason... Not until she had dug her own grave so deep that there would be no escape....
Because when the moment came... when she least expected it...
Aarav would not just stand... He would destroy her. And she would never see it coming.
But... something else happened as the days went by... something Aarav didnt understand completely...
After few days...
Aarav lay motionless beneath the blanket, his body still, but his mind a storm of emotions. The dim glow of the bedside lamp flickered softly, casting elongated shadows across the room. The hum of the ceiling fan blended with the distant murmurs of the city outside, creating a strange stillness.
Naina had just tucked him in, her touch lingering for a moment longer than necessary—gentle, almost calculated. Her scent still hung in the air, fresh jasmine mixed with something unfamiliar, something tainted. Once comforting, it now suffocated him.
Behind his black glasses, his eyes remained open. He had regained his sight days ago, yet he continued to play the helpless husband. His body, once weak, was now strong, brimming with a restrained energy. He had spent days watching, listening, waiting.
But in past few days Naina had changed yet again... At first, she was careful, whispering, muffling her betrayal behind closed doors. But as days passed, she became reckless, her moans louder, her shamelessness unrestrained. She tested him, daring him to react, but he remained still.
And tonight, she was crossing the final line.
Aarav felt the shift the moment she stepped away from the bed. No hesitation. No guilt. She got naked completely and wore one of Aarav shirts without buttoning it.
Then, the click of her phone unlocking. A few swipes. A pause.
And then, in a hushed, sultry voice - "Come over."
Aarav’s fingers curled into the mattress. The words sent fire through his veins. His breath steadied. His rage simmered beneath the surface, but he forced himself to wait.
The bedroom door opened with a soft creak. Aarav's heart hammered in his chest, his fists clenching and unclenching beneath the blanket. Naina, wearing nothing but his unbuttoned shirt, led Raghav by the hand, her eyes half-lidded with lust. They paused at the entrance of the bedroom, their eyes locking in a silent, passionate declaration that pierced Aarav's soul.
Naina's hands slid up to cradle Raghav's face, her fingers tracing the line of his stubble. Then, she kissed him, her mouth moving with a desperation that was almost painful to watch. Her moans were loud, filling the room like a declaration of war against Aarav’s dignity.
Raghav’s hands were everywhere, roaming over her body... Naina’s shirt dropped to the floor, revealing her nakedness. He watched as Raghav’s eyes devoured her, as his hands cupped her breasts, teasing her erect nipples. Naina arched into his touch, a silent plea for more.
She didn’t bother with subtlety anymore. Naina bent down at the edge of the bed, her hand gripping the mattress. She looked straight into Aarav’s covered eyes, a wicked smile playing on her lips.
"Fuck me, Raghav," she breathed, her voice a siren's call.
Her eyes locked on Aarav, her gaze unwavering. It was as if she knew the truth, as if she could see through his charade. Raghav's hips thrust into her, the slap of their flesh echoing in the quiet room. Naina's eyes never left Aarav's, her smile taunting, her body writhing with a passion that was no longer for him.
Biting her lower lip, she arched her back, pushing herself onto Raghav, her eyes never leaving Aarav's. Lust on her face was clearly visible. The sight of her nakedness, her sluttiness, filled him with a confusing cocktail of anger and arousal.
As Raghav's breath grew ragged, his hips bucked faster, his movements becoming more erratic. With a guttural groan, Raghav's orgasm ripped through him. Naina pulled away at the last second, her hand wrapping around his cock, stroking him through the climax. She watched Aarav through half-lidded eyes, her own breath quickening as she brought Raghav to climax.
With a smug smile, she handed Raghav his clothes, still not bothering to cover herself. He took them from her, his eyes never leaving hers as he began to dress.
In a matter of minutes, Raghav was gone, the door closing with a soft click. The apartment felt emptier than ever. Naina remained in the bedroom, her breathing shallow, her heart racing. She had pushed the boundaries too far, taunting Aarav with her infidelity, but she was too lost in her own desires to care.
Slowly, she approached the bed, her eyes never leaving her husband. He lay there, his body seemingly relaxed, but she could feel his tension. His cock, still erect, was a silent acceptance of her betrayal. With a trembling hand, she reached out and slid the blanket away from his body. The sight of his erection was thrilling, a stark reminder of the power she held over him.
Aarav’s breath hitched as she straddled him, her eyes gleaming with a mix of lust and challenge. She hovered over him, her pussy wet and ready, and with one swift movement, she lowered herself onto him. His cock slid inside her, filling her up, stretching her. The sensation was electric, sending shockwaves through her body.
She reached up and gently lifted the black spectacles from his face. He flinched at the sudden exposure, his eyes locking with hers for the first time in what felt like an eternity. Naina's eyes never left his as she began to rock her hips, riding him with a deliberate, taunting rhythm. "I knew you were healed," she whispered, her voice a seductive purr. "Now you have a choice, Aarav. You can either divorce me and let me go... or you can claim me again." Her hips rolled, her eyes gleaming with a wicked satisfaction as she watched his face contort with the effort of maintaining his composure.
Aarav's jaw clenched, his teeth grinding together. He could feel the anger building within him, a volcano threatening to erupt. Yet, he remained still, his eyes never leaving hers as she continued to ride him. "What makes you think I still want you?" he finally asked, his voice hoarse with disuse.
Naina's smile was a twisted mix of victory and spite as she pulled away and bent down on all fours beside the bed. "You enjoyed watching, didn’t you?" she taunted, her voice low and seductive. "Your body gave you away, Aarav. You're as hard as ever."
Aarav's eyes narrowed, his grip on the sheets tightening until his knuckles turned white. The anger in his gaze was unmistakable, but it was tinged with something else—desire, perhaps, or maybe just the need to regain control over the woman who had so thoroughly betrayed him.
Naina arched her back, her ass high in the air, a blatant offering to Aarav. She was a creature of the night, a temptress in their marital bed. Her words hung in the air like a dare. "You can sign the papers I have kept in the drawer for divorce," she said, her voice a silky purr, "or claim me like you own me, baby."
Aarav’s eyes narrowed. The muscles in his body, once weak, now surged with power. He pushed himself up, the sheets falling away from his body. With a sudden movement that surprised even him, he grabbed a fistful of her hair and yanked her to her feet. The force of his action made her gasp, her eyes wide with shock.
He stood before her, his body trembling with rage and something else—desire, perhaps. He had watched her betrayal, had felt the sting of her deceit, but now...now he had the power to reclaim what was his. He pulled her to him, his mouth crashing down onto hers, his teeth biting into her plump lower lip, drawing blood. Naina whimpered, a mix of pain and pleasure mingling in the air between them.
He spun her around, bending her down in the exact same position she had been with Raghav just minutes earlier. Her hands gripped the edge of the bed, her legs wobbling slightly as she tried to keep her balance. Her ass was arched high, the same pose that had driven Raghav to his peak. But now it was Aarav’s turn.
With a primal growl, he thrust into her from behind, his cock sliding through the slickness she had been so eager to give to her lover. Naina gasped, her eyes flying wide as she felt the difference in his touch. It was no longer gentle or loving, but demanding, almost punishing. Each thrust was a claim, a declaration that she was still his, despite her betrayal.
Her body responded to him, despite the horror of her realization. She could feel him, his grip on her hair tight, his breath hot against her neck as he whispered his anger into her ear. "You're mine," he murmured, his voice a dark caress. "Mine to love, and mine to hate."
And so, this was not the end, but the beginning—of something raw, something wild, something inevitable.
