Nandan then watched TV for some time and in between his watching, his wife came to him and urged him nightly to take his sleeping pill so that he could sleep well. That night was no different.
“Dear, did you take your pill tonight?” Indrani asked anxiously.
“Yes.” He lied.
Actually he had already taken a pill three out of the last four nights and wasn’t about to get hooked on them. He just wanted to avoid her trying to convince him to take it, so he did what every husband does to avoid conflict. He told her what she wanted to hear. Then he turned off the TV as he rolled over and tried to fall asleep.
Noticing her husband about that state, Indrani again went back to their guestroom where Nilay was waiting for her and resumed their discussion About half an hour later, once again she came to their bedroom to check her husband if he was sleeping or not. She whispered to him, “Dear, are you awake?”
Nandan didn’t reply. She asked the question again, and again he pretended to be asleep. If he had answered her, she would have known he was lying about taking the sleeping pill. A few moments later, he heard her went out of the room and headed down the guestroom again.
He didn’t think much of it because he knew that she would discuss about her role with Nilay. However his wife often did it with her other producers or directors also as he tried to fall back asleep. About thirty to forty minutes later, he rolled over and realised that his wife didn’t come back still.
His heart started to race as his adrenaline kicked in. Panic set in as he started to fear the worst. As silly as it may seem, he was worried that someone trepassed again like that night in their house….. his wife and daughter were in danger again.
He grabbed his new pistol as he jumped out of bed, and searched the house for his wife and daughter. Careful to be quiet in case there was someone in the house, he searched the main level of the house. Neither his wife nor his daughter were to be found anywhere.
At last, he made his way down to the basement to look for them, but there was no sign of them in the family room also. Suddenly he heard a noise come from the guestroom. Very quietly, he walked down the hall towards the guest bedroom door.
As he got closer, he could tell the sounds were definitely coming from the bedroom. He couldn’t make out what the sounds were, but it sounded like soft moans along with a rhythmic beat that sounded like music. When he finally reached the bedroom door, he could tell that the moans seemed almost sexual and a soft music was playing in the room.
“What the hell is going on in there?” He thought to himself. “And who the hell is in there? My wife?” A vision of his wife masturbating sprung into his wicked head.
He started to reach for the door handle. He had no idea what he was going to find on the other side of the door, but he had to know. He slowly started to turn the door knob when he heard a whisper from behind him.
“Bapi, please don’t!” Someone whispered to him.
It startled him as he quickly turned around and instinctively pointed his pistol at the source of the noise. Thankfully he realised it was his daughter, Rajnandini, before he pulled the trigger. He was completely on edge and had nearly shot his own daughter! He quickly lowered the pistol and rushed back down the hall behind his daughter who was literally frozen with fear due to his pistol being pointed at her.
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