The First Official Date

I sit on the couch at home, the television's glow reflecting off my face as I watch the evening news. Just two days have passed since my secret tryst with Raghav Ji, and the memory still lingers, both thrilling and guilt-inducing.

The sound of the front door opening snaps me back to reality. I turn to see Alok walk in, dragging a suitcase behind him. My heart sinks as I realize he's still planning to leave on that business trip we argued about last night.

He glances at me briefly before typing away on his phone, clearly preoccupied. I remain silent, still nursing the wounds from our heated exchange.

Suddenly, he looks up, guilt etched on his features. "Sanjana," he begins, setting his phone aside and approaching me. "I know this is inconvenient, but this is a crucial client. Just this time, please bear with it." He pulls me into a hug, his words softening me slightly.

I push him back gently, unable to meet his eyes. "And what about the next trip, and the one after that? Will they ever end?" I ask, my voice laced with bitterness and resignation.

Alok falls silent, the weight of my words hanging heavy between us. He nods curtly, grabbing his suitcase again. "I'll drop you at the temple on my way to the airport," he says, his tone all business once more.

As Alok drops me off at the temple, I walk in silence, my mind whirling with thoughts of the impending week without him. Entering the temple grounds, I join the ongoing prayers, seeking solace in the familiar rituals. But even amidst the sacred chants and the sweet aroma of incense, my mind refuses to settle.

Fifteen minutes pass, and the session concludes. I take the prasad and exit, uninterested in the usual gossip. The temple is thankfully quiet tonight, and I'm grateful for the absence of prying eyes and ears.

I step out onto the road, scanning for a cab. That's when I spot a familiar car pulling up beside me. The window rolls down, revealing Raghav Ji's grinning face.

"Mem Saab, where do you want to go?" he asks, his voice dripping with playful insincerity. I can't help but chuckle at his terrible acting, shaking my head as I climb into the passenger seat.

"Take me somewhere far away, driver bhai," I instruct, my tone equally teasing. The car roars to life, and we're off.

Raghav Ji turns towards me, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "Bhabhi Ji, seems like you're in a bad mood today. Marriage troubles?" he guesses, his tone light but tinged with a hint of concern.

I offer him a rueful smile, nodding in acknowledgment. "You really have a great intuition, Bhai Saab," I compliment him, chuckling softly.

He laughs, his hand casually resting on the steering wheel. "It wasn't that hard to guess, considering the typical stressors a young wife faces – nosy relatives, intrusive in-laws, or an apathetic spouse," he muses aloud. "Given my understanding of your home life, I figured it must be Alok Bhai Saab."

My smile tightens, a strain creeping into my expression. "You seem to know me better in a couple of weeks than my husband of six years," I remark, my voice tinged with bitterness.

Raghav Ji's smirk widens at my comment, his eyes glinting with a suggestive undertone. "Of course, Bhabhi Ji. I've gotten to know you more closely and deeply than your husband has," he quips, his tone playful yet laden with unspoken implications.

I feel a blush creeping up my neck, my heart racing at the memory of our intimate encounter.

Finding my bashfulness amusing, Raghav Ji throws his head back, laughing heartily. "Bhabhi Ji, it's so easy to tease you," he chuckles, his eyes twinkling with mirth.

As we reach a quiet corner of the road, he brings the car to a stop. Without warning, he pulls me towards him, his lips crashing against mine in a forceful, hungry kiss. I'm taken aback by his sudden boldness, but I can't deny the spark of desire that ignites within me. Before I know it, I'm kissing him back, my lips parting eagerly.

We break apart, both slightly breathless. Raghav Ji keeps hold of me, his eyes trailing down my body. With a mischievous grin, he reaches for my dupatta, untangling it from my shoulders. He then pulls down my Kurti revealing a generous amount of cleavage.

"What are you doing, Bhai Saab?" I exclaim, instinctively trying to cover myself. But Raghav Ji's grip is firm, preventing me from retreating.

"Bhabhi Ji, I always wanted to do this," he says, his voice low and husky. "You always hide your assets like a prude. But I know how tempting they truly are."

I glance down, my cheeks flushing with embarrassment. "But Bhai Saab, what if strangers leer at them?" I protest weakly.

Raghav Ji laughs, raising my chin with his fingers to meet his gaze. "So what, Bhabhi Ji? They know they can only look," he says with a wink."

As the car comes to a stop in front of the bustling night market, Raghav Ji hastily exits and makes his way to my side. I've already opened the door, preparing to step out when he reaches me.

"Bhabhi Ji," he calls out, his voice excited as he fumbles with his phone. "Let me take a picture to mark our first official date."

A smile tugs at my lips, a mix of amusement and nervousness swirling within me. I pose for the camera, my cleavage still prominently displayed from Raghav Ji's earlier antics. The flash illuminates us in the dimly lit street, capturing this illicit moment of our burgeoning affair.