I never thought I'd be the type to seek revenge, but finding those messages on Raju's phone changed everything. My husband, the so-called devoted man from our village, had been sneaking around with that cheap secretary from his office in the city.
"I miss your tight body, baby", he'd texted her, while I slaved away at home, cooking his meals, taking care of his older parents and waiting like a fool. The betrayal burned hotter than any Holi color ever could. Rage twisted into me with something darker, sluttier—a need to make him feel the sting. So, I called up Vikram, the handsome neighbor who'd always eyed me with hunger during our chats over the fence.
I have started something I am not even sure anyone would read. Now here we are. Me—still writing. You—still here. I’m not backed by fame or algorithms, just pure passion… and you. So if you’re reading this, thank you. Your support doesn’t just help—it builds this journey. And every share, every comment, every cheer? It’s another “Keep going.” And I will. For you to read. Comment your darkest desires to read in the story.
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