Delhi, India

Waking up in the morning Abhimanyu looked at his side and found her sleeping figure under the white duvet. Last night he went crazy over some facts. Enakshi was enough demanding but he was unable to concentrate. Two years and he is still unable to f**k Enakshi without thinking something or specifically someone else. Things became too frustrating for him and her. It was never like before.

He clearly remembered how he used to spend time with Enakshi even after being married. They were made to melt in each other's embrace. He made himself available for a lot of nights at his farmhouse just to have Enakshi. Resulting which, he used to avoid coming back to his house. His newly wedded wife Radhica used to wait for a long at night and sometimes fell asleep on the dining table itself. One day he had mentioned that she must not wait for him and should continue sleeping. But she neither doubted his actions nor asked anything about his cold actions. She nodded and accepted his verdicts without even asking for anything.

After his divorce, Enakshi moved into the house. They didn't need that hide and seek game anymore. But the freedom didn't taste that much sweet what he had expected before. But one thing specifically Abhimanyu changed after Radhica’s departure. He kept her room locked and never allowed anybody except him to enter. Under his watch, only two servants were allowed to clean the room on weekly basis. Apart from that one major change had happened also. He had stopped using his bedroom. With Enakshi he shifted to a new bedroom. Radhica mostly used to stay in a separate room beside his bedroom. She never tried to enter his room without his permission. But occasionally she had slept in his bedroom that too unwillingly when Abhimanyu forced her to be present in his room. As he was determined to remove her completely from his life he kept those two rooms unused after her departure. He was no longer interested to step in any such places where even a small fragrance of her would exist.

Enakshi's slim long silhouette was dazzling with morning sun rays that were penetrating through the curtains. He looked at her naked back which was prominently visible due to the duvet's length that ended above her waist. Her soft skin was enough to make him hard but a thought crossed his mind.

"Wasn't Radhica's skin softer?"

"F**k." He mentally scolded himself once again when the question appeared in his mind. How could he even allow his strategic brain to form such comparing questions? Radhica was 18 when she was married and younger than him. Enakshi was almost his age. At this time Radhica must be 23 but Enakshi and he both hit the number 29 and 30 respectively. There was no point in comparing two such women who were opposite and different. But another pool of thoughts appeared in his mind.

"How would she look now? Has she grown more like a woman?"

He was sure, if Enakshi would ever read his mind at that moment she won't mind kicking his balls off. Who does think of another woman while being with the one? But the more he was trying hard to brush it off, the more it was sucking him like a leech. He was standing at a position of no return. He had promised her to marry but was buying time like anything. He still remembered the day Enakshi stepped inside the house Jaya Maa left without even saying a single welcome note to her. She moved back to his father's Mansion to carry on her service but decided not back at his house. He pleaded a lot to her by saying numerous things as he was still wondering what magic Radhica did on her to make her stand against him. But to his surprise, she stated something different and hurtful.

"I think you have enough grown-up to make decisions for you. You won't need me or my services anymore."

Hearing such things from an old butler was annoying. But he had a different respect for her. As she used to be his nanny and kind of brought him up from a very young age.

Jaya Maa left and started living in his parents' house. Though the marriage was based on a situation his parents never liked Enakshi that much. Sometimes his mind imagined Radhica as a witch who cast spells on everyone to be in their good book.

Yesterday night was a horrific one. In the evening he visited his parents over dinner where his father questioned him again about Enakshi. The conversation went too far for both of them. Everyone was having their dinner peacefully when his father asked him directly,

"Are seriously planning to marry Enakshi?"

"Yes."

One firm answer of him and his father looked annoyed with that.

"Then what are you waiting for? It's been two years. I doubt you would ever marry her."

The last part of the sentence was completely dripped with mockery. As his father stretched more he lost his temperament.

"I had promised her so definitely I would marry her. I am just waiting for the right time."

"Promise? Right time?" Everybody looked at each other while seated at the dinner table when the dry laugh of his father reached their ears. The mocking tone, the dryness in his voice was enough to put an invisible slap on Abhimanyu's cheeks.

He looked at his father with questions plastered on his face. The surroundings seemed dead silent when his father's words touched the eerie silence again.

"You are talking about promises? Look, Anita, look at your son." He called out to his wife who was sitting across the table. Anita Awasthi wife of Avishek Awasthi looked at his husband without uttering a single word.

"Let's just finish the dinner Avishek. We can talk later on such fact." Being a mother as well as a wife she tried her level best to sort out the matter without creating any further heated conversation.

"I would finish the dinner. But Anita, stop thinking of your son as a saint. He is talking about promises who couldn't even keep his last promise to his first wife."

"I have never loved her. She was never my type." Abhimanyu hissed while holding the fork tightly in his hand.

"Love? I don't even find you eligible for that. And true, she was never your type because she was far better than you. Enakshi is surely your type."

Stabbing his son with his venomous words he stood up from the table by saying,

"I am done with my dinner."

Leaving the rest of his family members in the Avishek went to his room. Anita looked at his son once before saying something. He was about to leave the food when his mother held his hand again.

"We do mistakes in life Avi. But remember one thing, instead of repeating the same mistake if we ever take a chance to fix our wrong deeds, life becomes easy and peaceful."

Abhimanyu sat there looking at the table and those familiar faces of his family. His uncle, aunt, and cousins were there. Nobody uttered anything. He slowly stood up feeling throbbing in his head. If Radhica would be present there he would have killed her just with the rage he was having. This girl made her life hell even not being with him.

Without wasting any more time he moved back to his other mansion where Enakshi was waiting. Entering the hall he felt really tired and walked towards their bedroom. Enakshi was wearing red lingerie under a see-through nightgown. Her lying figure on the silvery bed sheet was enough sensual to make anyone aroused at that time. Loosening his ties he removed his coat and walked towards his closest. Keeping his belongings there he moved to the washroom and had a shower. When he came out, Enakshi was sitting on the bed with her cell phone. She was doing something with that and Abhimanyu didn't give much attention to it. As he moved towards the bed, Enakshi got on her knees and pulled him towards her. Sitting on the bed he moved his hand on her lips and cheeks. As she was enjoying his touches, she started craving for more. She pulled him into a deep kiss. He was enough frustrated and was not in a mood. The moment she found his non-responsiveness, her fury showed up. Breaking the kiss she hissed in her husky voice.

"Still thinking about the bitch?"

For a certain second, he felt like pulling the tongue out of her mouth and cutting it down for calling Radhica a bitch. Taking two long breaths he replied in a deep tone.

"Watch your tongue girl, I won't mind cutting it down for using such words for Radhica."

"You know what she was not that saint. I am sure she is now enjoying being fucked by more than one man. But look at you, you haven't just got over her."

Enakshi knew the exact triggering point of Abhimanyu. His ego would never let him accept his defeat. So she took the advantage of the situation and pulled once more in her cozy embrace.

"I love you more than her. Believe me, we are just perfect for each other." She whispered near his ears while biting his earlobe a bit.

Back in his mind the picture of Radhica with two men as portrayed by Enakshi started getting better visibility. Pulling Enakshi's lips in his mouth he grabbed her bosom. Enakshi's moan reached his ears but couldn't bring that much sweetness. Pressing down her on the bed he hovered over her. Attacking her neck roughly he started roaming his hands over the fabric she was wearing. Closing his eyes he was still imagining Radhica's face. How could she didn't even beg at least for once when he told her to sign the divorce papers? Is that true that she already had an affair? Maybe Enakshi was right about her. Radhica must have fled away with her lover after divorce. Throwing each other's dresses on the floor they madly started their lovemaking. For both of them, it was more like fucking than lovemaking. As his hand reached her breasts he started kneading them thinking of Radhica only. The clouds passed, the moon rose high whereas the night saw two primitive human beings playing age-old rituals of physical needs. Abhimanyu became a bit harsh in biting Enakshi and in the matter of sex she was always a pro. She had her different level of pleasuring a man. Her hands moved towards his damped hair. Pulling them backward she kissed him back but he didn't let that last longer. Kissing is supposed to be an essential part of your loved one. But Abhimanyu didn't understand why her lips didn't feel the same. What exactly had happened in the past three years?

With his every thrust she was moaning his name loud enough to let the ambiance hear. But he was searching for an exact note in those voices. Every time he was trying to think that Enakshi was the one whom she had loved or with whom he enjoys having sex, a small twitch was hitting him. Though his mind didn't connect to her body that much but his body reacted as per nature's rule. She reached her orgasm followed by his release. Rolling over to the other side of the bed he went inside the washroom. He never had sex without protection with Enakshi.

A curled smile erupted on Enakshi's lips as she slept under the comfortable duvet. Her inferiority complex reached extreme when Abhimanyu started ignoring her three years back. She took every possible way to ruin their marriage and within a year she did that successfully. Only after his divorce, she relax a bit but his continuous negligence was eating her up again. He was postponing the marriage like anything. But today or tomorrow she would be successful in marrying him. No matter what she would become Mrs. Awasthi.

Before drifting to her sleep she mumbled under her breath.

"You were never Mrs. Awasthi and you would never be, Miss Radhica Singhania."