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Sabitri playfully replied “so somewhere in your mind you still did”? Deepak said “I only wanted to kiss you good night because I have not been able to take my mind off you since the time I first saw you”.
Sabitri tauntingly said “you know well that kissing a married woman is a very wrong thing to do right”? He replied “yes I very well know that. But you are different Sabitri”.
She again tauntingly asked “may I know what is different about me as compared to other married women”? He quickly replied “well unlike others, you have a husband who does not care about you and is never with you, like right now for example when you need him the most”.
Deepak had hit the nail squarely on the head this time. This struck a deep chord with Sabitri because this was the very reason behind her being so sexually frustrated and desperate to do anything to pacify her urges.
This was the exact reason why she had started enjoying her naughty adventures with Haria and Birju. They being workers much below her own socio economic status did not matter to her.
At least they gave her time and also the little pleasures she craved for. This was the exact same reason why she felt attracted towards Deepak despite knowing she was venturing in the wrong direction…
A journey she herself was unsure off… Sabitri could not find words despite trying hard to counter Deepak’s statement. Tears naturally swelled up in her eyes despite her best efforts to hold them back.
She wiped them with her saree pallu and only managed to nod in the affirmative. She got up to leave before this situation got any more uncomfortable for her.
Deepak held her hand pulling her back to where she was sitting beside him. He said “do you have any pain reliving balm which I could use to help me with this pain”?
This jolted her out of her depressing thoughts and brought her to the present. She quickly said “yes.. yes Mr. Deepak… give me a minute. I will bring something”.
She quickly left to her room to fetch it. She came back with the pain relief balm handing it over to Deepak and left as quickly as she came. She was not mentally prepared for any more confrontations with him that would stir up her suppressed frustration.
She got back to the kitchen and resumed her unfinished work. In the back of her mind it struck her that Deepak had a hard fall. So it was obviously going to be difficult for him to apply the pain balm by himself.
She silently tip toed back to his room to see how he was doing. She found him with his top bunched up around his chest while he lay sideways struggling to apply the pain relief balm.
She felt guilty to have put him thru this so she instinctively sprang into the room and grabbed the bottle from his hand. She sat next to him and took the bottle of balm from his hand.
She genuinely said “I am sorry for putting you thru this. I should have realized that you are already in pain so I should have simply helped you”. Deepak did not say anything but simply rolled over with his back facing her.