It was a romantic December. The chill in the air around our home, the drizzles in the morning and evening, and most importantly, it was my angel’s birthday.
My wife, Riya, had turned 26 last night. We celebrated it together in a grand manner, and I slept so happily yesterday.
In the morning, I was in my bed, and she was not beside me.
“Huhh… Riya?” I shouted. There was no response. I got up and saw her birthday red saree on the floor. The bed was a little wet beside me.
“Did she finger herself last night? You naughty slut,” I thought to myself and went out to search for her. She was in the kitchen wearing a T-shirt and tracks. I hugged her from behind.
“Can’t you hear me, Mrs. Manoj? I’ve been shouting your name for about ten times,” I said. Still no response from her.
“Hey? What’s happened to you? I’m talking to you, babe,” I said and turned her to face me.
“Hmm… I was… nothing, I’m just thinking about something else,” she said without looking into my eyes. She never does that.
“Riya? Is anything wrong?” I asked. She nodded and turned around again. I didn’t know what was wrong with her. I went back to the bedroom to get my phone. I called my friend Rocky. Radha Krishnan is his name, short form Rocky. He’s been with me since childhood; we even work for the same company now.
“Hey bro, wassup?” I asked.
“Hmm… nothing much, just relaxing,” he said on the other end.
“Okay, okay. When did you leave after last night’s party, dude?” I asked. He didn’t answer for a moment.
“Hello, Rocky? You there?”
“Yeah, yeah… I left after you fell asleep… after the last drink, Mano,” he said. He never calls me by my name unless it’s serious. I sensed something was wrong.
“Okay, okay, dude. Riya is acting somewhat weird this morning. Do you know what happened? Did I make too much of a scene yesterday?” I asked playfully.
“Hmm… I don’t know,” he said. Now I was damn sure something was wrong.
“Hm, okay, okay. Why don’t you come over? You’d be alone in your bachelor’s room, right?”
“Well, I have some work, Mano. I’ll… I’ll call you back later,” he said and hung up the call.
“Why is everyone so weird today?” I thought and went out to the hall.
Sitting on the couch, I switched on the TV and started watching some songs. The couch was a little sticky. I touched it. It was cream from last night’s birthday cake.
Something struck me when I saw it. I walked back to the bedroom; stains of cream were on the bed too. Riya never eats any food on the couch or in the bed.
I was staring at the bed for a while when Riya came beside me.
“I’m sorry, Mano… I’m really sorry,” she said and tucked her face into my shoulder.
“Riya? What’s going on?” I asked, hugging her back.
“I ruined everything, Mano. Our love, our marriage, your friendship… everything,” she said, and I could feel her eyes leaking more tears than before.
Our love, our marriage was okay. But “your friendship” struck my head. I pushed her aside and looked into her eyes.
“Riya… what do you mean?” I asked.
***
Last night…. (Riya’s POV)
“Hey… you must not eat that on the couch,” I said, looking at Rocky. He was eating a piece of cake while sitting there.
“Huhh… just for today, Riya. Don’t be so strict on your birthday,” he said.
Rocky is my husband’s best friend and colleague. He is a good friend of mine too. Usually, he teases and makes fun of my habits, and I like his company. I don’t have many friends, so Rocky is always my chat partner on my husband’s side.
“Huhh… whatever. Your friend fell asleep soon after that drink. Why don’t you be a good guy like him?” I asked.
“Haha… don’t be ridiculous. If I had a wife like you, I wouldn’t sleep at all… especially on your birthday night,” he said in a flirting manner.
“Ahaan? What would you do then?” I teased him back.
“I would ruin her sleep and make her utter words she never has in her life,” he said.
I was surprised by the way he was acting. Maybe the chill climate was making him do things. I didn’t say anything further.
The TV had the song “Ragasiya Kanavugal” playing on it, enhancing the mood. The hero hugged the heroine tight and kissed her neck. I smiled as I watched it.
“I caught you,” he said.
“What? I didn’t see anything,” I pretended and tried to take the remote from his hand.
Accidentally, his cake fell on my saree, leaving some cream on my skin, hands, and a little on my waist, as I was wearing it low-hip.
“Hey… it’s my cake.”
“Don’t be greedy… I’ll get you another one,” I said and tried to wipe the cream away. He held my hand.
“No, let me get that,” he said and slowly placed his lips on my hand. I felt warm as he started slowly sucking the cream from my forearm.
“Rocky… what are you doing?” I asked weakly. The climate had worked some magic on both of us. He slowly leaned down and traced my saree pallu, licking the cream.
“Uhhh… ahhh…” I was moaning softly. I could feel his breath on my waist as he slowly uncovered my pallu, revealing my entire belly and midriff. I dropped my head back and enjoyed his moves.
“Rocky… no…” I whispered weakly. The song was still playing in the background.
*Smooochhhhhh*
His lips pressed into my belly, right around my navel. I held his hair as he licked it slowly. His tongue entered my navel and traced the inner walls precisely, reaching the deepest part.
“Mmmchh… mmchhhh,” he chewed as I bit my lips in ecstasy. I could feel his entire face pressed against my milky-colored midriff.
“Ahhhhh….” I let out a moan when he bit a small piece of flesh from my flat midriff. His head moved up from my belly, and we looked into each other’s eyes for a moment.
“No, Rocky…” I said in a pleading tone. My inner self wanted more, but I knew we shouldn’t proceed further.
***
Present day (Manoj’s POV)
I heard my phone ring as Riya was talking to me.
“Your phone is ringing,” Riya said.
“Is that even important?” I asked furiously.
“It might be a call from your office,” she said, looking away from me. I went to the bedroom and took my mobile. It was Rocky.
“Yes… Rocky,” I answered.
“Bro, I have to tell you something,” he said.
“What? That you licked my wife’s navel? Huhh?” I said in an angry voice.
“Bro… It’s not what you think, bro…” he said and remained silent for a second.
“Talk to me, idiot. What did you do?” I screamed.
***
To be continued.