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The atrium had been flooded with people exchanging greetings, sharing some laughs, chatting animatedly and making the most of the perfect chance to enjoy some cosy moments under the dimly lit hall. Glasses had been overflowing with various alcoholic drinks making everybody tipsy. It had been one of the most prestigious annual parties in the town, organized in a five star hotel, with guests from various hues and shades of life attending the two day affair. From employees of the company to famous personalities to the who’s who of the ever expanding Bollywood industry, it had been a gala night that would stretch on till the wee hours of the morning.
The click-clack of her high heels gave him a dash of excitement which was quite evident on his wide, oblong face.
There he was, standing six feet tall, wide eyes, jaws detailing his contours with a neatly done beard. His crisp white party shirt detailed his brawny physique, with chiselled muscles threatening to bulge out anytime from his flexed arm that rested on the sides of the serving table near the bar.
He raised his right hand, waved at her and gave her a sexy smile while spilling some of the drink onto the floor.
“Hey, Bun-ny! You are looking as ravishing as a star in the night sky”, said Anshuman with a hug.
Tara chuckled and thanked him for the compliment.
“Stop calling me ‘bunny’. I’m Tara.” She smirked. “Or else I’ll have to start calling you ‘Dosa’.”
“I am not as ardent a lover of dosas as you are of buns,” retorted Anshuman, with a wink of his eye.
“Oh, Ansuhuman! You really come across as a breather for me, always relieving me from office tension and work pressure,” Tara said with a smile. Thanks for being there, Anushuman, she thought.
“There is a thing called sex which can also help in relieving your tensions and worries,” Anshuman said, with a wicked smile on his face.
“You are impossible, Anshuman!” cooed Tara with a shake of her head. Sex, with Anshuman? Of course he was attractive, but Anshuman was her colleague. And she was married.
Tara asked the bartender for her usual Cosmopolitan, excused herself and started mingling with the other colleagues and personalities present at the event.
The night dawned with them letting their hair down, dancing to the alternate tunes of soft and metal with the majority of them highly inebriated. It was almost the wee hours of the morning that the party wounded up with everyone almost falling over each other, helping each other to their rooms.
“See you at the awards function,” said one of the Tara’s female colleagues as she exited the lift with a wave of her hand. Tara ignored her and continued walking in the opposite direction, taking the support of the wall. She took small measured footsteps towards her room which was at the far end of the corridor.
The grapevine had already pitted Tara’s enemy to receive the most prestigious award of ‘The Best Employee’. The news had made her livid. But nothing was for sure until the award had been handed out. Such was the secrecy that the company maintained. Hearing the rumor was one thing, but Tara just could not handle everyone going gaga over the supposed winner. She had worked hard the entire year, giving more than her sweat and blood and she was right in thinking that she deserved this award more than anyone else.
Upon reaching her room, she swiped her keycard, entered and shut the door behind her. The room was dark. The lights failed to brighten the room as they usually do when one puts the card in the card holder.
She removed and inserted the card again. But darkness reigned.
She was about to open the door and ask for some assistance when someone from behind pulled her into his arms and forced his lips onto hers, pushing away the lock of hair that fell on her cheeks courtesy her short hairstyle. With a scream, she pulled away.
“It’s only me,” came the husky voice, and Tara shuddered.
“Anshuman! You scared me.”
“Sorry,” he said, turning on the lights now. He didn’t look so sorry. He looked sexy, standing there all disheveled, with his hair mussed and her lipstick on him.
“What—” she began, and then shrugged helplessly.
“Come on, Tara,” Anshuman said, taking a step closer. “We both knew this would happen eventually. We both knew it was only a matter of time before we gave in to what we both feel.”
And then he was kissing her again. And this time, before she could figure out what was happening, Tara was kissing him back.
After a while, she came back to her senses, and pushed him away.
“No, this isn’t the right thing to do! God will never forgive us. Don’t you know I’m married?!” Tara said in a trembling voice. Her worst fears were coming true.
“I know you are married, Tara darling, but that man Shekhar doesn’t stand a chance with a beautiful girl like you.”
Before Tara could say anything, he continued, “Look at you, Tara! You are not just beautiful but much more than just that. You could every Bollywood actress a run for her money! Why are wasting your time with a bald—”
Tara cut him off, he may be speaking the truth but this was her personal life. No one has the liberty to speak about her or her married life.
“Listen here—” she began, but this time, he was the one who cut her off.
“You can’t deny the truth, Tara,” he said and sealed her mouth with a kiss.
The kiss was less passionate and more out of need. She wasn’t sure whether to play along or stop it. His lips softened in their force as she pulled him closer, and the kiss became gentler, more passionate. Slowly they removed the burden of clothes as passionately as it can be done.
Tara seemed to be as hungry as ever as she pushed him against the wall and started biting his lips, cheeks and neck frantically. Their bodies were pressed against each other as their tongues continued exploring within. Tension had risen. It was only a matter of time that they got rid of their clothes and in a sudden surge he started frantically kissing Tara wherever he found her soul.
Tara placed her hand below, between his thighs and started caressing while he had his fingers playing into her insides. She let out a soft moan. Turning her around he cupped her from behind feeling the soft flesh in his hands as he delicately bit the area around the nape of her neck. Tara, all of a sudden, turned to face him and reached for his shaft, feeling it to be as strong as steel.
She feasted as he begged her to stop. Anshuman groaned while she pushed him over to the bed. They rolled over, with Tara lying on her back and Anshuman on top of her, driving himself into her. Thrust after thrust. Deeper and deeper. Pure ecstasy.
Spent, they laid back on the bed.
The sun shining through the soft curtains made Tara open her eyes, with a mild headache troubling her. As the memories of the night before returned, she felt her heart sink, and then die a slow death. She was completely naked in the bed, only covered with a thin sheet of duvet.
A sense of realization dawned upon her with the rising sun with no one to be found in her room.
She couldn’t believe herself. “I slept with Anshuman,” she gasped. Hearing the words out loud still didn’t make it seem real. Trembling, she picked up the thank you note placed on the nightstand.
The rest of the day, Tara had avoided Anshuman like the plague, dodging all his attempts at conversation—and worse, at a repeat of the night before.
That evening had been a mixed one for her. On the one hand she had committed a big mistake, and on the other, contrary to the grapevine she’d won the coveted ‘Best Employee’ award.
She hadn’t known how to react as she’d spent the night behind closed doors with her trophy and lots of questions to accompany her. Afterwards, she’d tried her best to forget the night, going back to treating Anshuman as nothing more than a colleague, but it was as if Shekar had sensed her transgression somehow. He’d become more controlling, more jealous, and they’d fought more and more, until finally, she’d ended up calling Cyrus, her brother’s best friend—and prominent divorce lawyer.
And now, here she was, three years later, with a few more trophies lining her shelves, but the best thing in her life—her daughter, her Roohi—was gone.
Tara would trade every single one of those shiny, stupid trophies for her daughter in a heartbeat.
Read the previous part of the story i.e. chapter 5 here Read the next part of the story i.e.chapter 7 here
Rohan Kachalia is an avid reader and writer who have a keen interest in reading fiction and writing stories which revolve around love. His short stories and poetries are published in various anthologies, the recent one being 'The Fence'. Taking his writing to a next level, you will soon see his first novel out in stores. You can reach him on Twitter - @rohank01 & on Instagram- kacrohan