17 he is cheating on me

Armaan stood there, looking at Neha; laying in the bathroom floor, breathless.

"Hope you learned your lesson" He stared at her like she was an insect on the floor and he could step into her anytime.

He held her up and walked her towards the shower "I'll give you 15 minutes" he took a breath and, stared at the bruise on her neck and then to her eyes "Shower quick and dress up" and then left the bathroom.

She stood there, looking at him leave, then turned back to the shower.

Turning to the shower, she sat on the ground, bringing her knees closer to her chest feeling the water hitting her body and the bruises in it.

She couldn't cry anymore. It was like, the tears left her body, completely.

Neha couldn't think of anything; couldn't replay what just happened to her.

When she thought about Armaan being torturous to her, she never knew he was going to be so bad.

She was scared for what was upcoming in her life next.

Getting out of the shower naked, she found no one in the room.

She quickly got dressed and looked at herself in the mirror.

Her cheeks were red, her neck had a fresh cut and it carried shadows of the choker like a necklace.

Eyes were dead and bloodshot and she forgot how to smile.

She remembered how confident she looked in the mirror. But now, it was all gone.

Suddenly the door opened startling Neha.

Armaan stood in front of her, with a box in his hand.

"Come here" he said, pointing towards the bed.

She quietly sat on the bed.

Armaan opened the box; it had medicines, band aids and antiseptic lotions.

He took out a bit of cotton and applied the lotion into it.

He pressed it lightly on Neha's neck.

She jumped due to the stinging pain, eyes closed.

He slowly applied it, gently dabbing it on the bruise.

The lotion might heal the bruise, but what could Armaan do to heal the bruise he caused on her heart, mind and soul?

The answer is Nothing.

"It will heal…" He said, looking down at her.

He softly stroked her hair and said "Don't anger me from now on, this is how it'll end, alright? Now go rest, we'll be going from here tomorrow morning".

He turned to leave, but then he stopped and looked back at her "I booked this room 5 days, but you ruined it." He slammed the door behind him, leaving her alone.

She didn't care.

5 days or 7 days, she knew he would have forced himself on her

Even though it might have been less torturous, but who knows?

Neha laid on her bed, her face towards the window.

The pillow she rested her head on, heard the stories of her tears, while she slept.

2am; even the bustling city was quiet at such an hour today except someone in the living room.

Neha could hear whispers and quiet laughs from the living room.

"Who is at this hour of night?" she thought.

She tiptoed mutely towards the bedroom door.

Through the creek of the bedroom door, she peeped out.

She squinted her eyes towards the dimly lit living room and the sight she noticed was heart wrenching, sickening and disgusting in so many ways she can't even fathom.

Armaan was laying in the couch, and above him was a naked, white skinned girl.

Neha couldn't recognize who it was for a second; only her bare back and dark-short hairs were to be seen.

That's when she realized its Holland.

She was on top of him; jumping on his dick, hands on his stomach and head falling backwards in pleasure.

His hands held the curve of her waist, slowly sliding towards her breast and pressing them gently.

Neha could clearly hear their tired breaths and faint moans.

"You are so good baby…" He whispered.

She bent down and kissed her lips and they passionately made out.

Armaan suddenly switched his position and made her lie on her back.

Smiling, Holland looked at Armaan "Guess she doesn't satisfy you like I do…"

Armaan pushed himself inside her and she screamed in satisfaction.

"Shh!" Armaan cupped her mouth and laughed gently, "she'll hear…" he said, without realizing that Neha was watching them.

Thousand thoughts flushed across Neha's mind.

"He tortures me, but look how gentle he is with her…"

"Why doesn't he leave me if he loves her!" She screamed inside her head.

"How many girls does he needs to satisfy him?"

Suddenly, she decided to do something; something not right.

But after all that happened, she didn't know what was right or wrong.

She took her phone laying on the dressing table and opened up the video camera, and started recording.

She didn't know why she did it, maybe in the hope of escaping.

Through the camera she filmed them making love, unlike how he did Neha.

She witnessed Holland pushing Armaan down as he kissed her neck, breast, and licked down her stomach.

He gently rubbed his fingers on her clit and then tongued her down.

Holland moaned in arousal.

He was grinding herself against his mouth and he was licking her and eating her out passionately.

"Harder babe…" Holland whispered through her heavy breaths.

As she cummed, he came on top of her and turned her around.

He kissed her shoulders and sucked on them.

He held his dick and softly inserted it inside of her.

His pace and their breaths fastened.

Finally, they both sighed in satisfaction as he got up.

Suddenly, Holland got up "Not yet babe…" she smiled cunningly.

She pushed him and made him lie down on the couch.

She got on top of him and kissed his mouth.

Slowly, she went down on his neck and chest, then all at once she went down on his dick.

She held his penis in her hands and started shaking it lightly.

Armaan moaned in excitement.

She licked it in its length and then his tip, before engulfing it into her mouth.

Armaan gently raised his head up to look at her in excitement, and fell back towards the couch.

She pulled it inside and out again and again from her mouth.

"Babe, its coming…" Armaan whispered while moaning.

"I'll take it daddy" She said and winked at him.

Armaan finished, his face flooded with satisfaction.

He pulled Holland towards him, "You are one fantastic woman" and kissed her lips.

"Better than your so called 'wifey'" She pouted and he laughed., while they cuddled in each other's embrace.

Neha stopped recording and watched them love.

She felt this new emotion of jealousy stinging her heart.

Not because Armaan loved Holland and not Neha, but because Holland experienced the love in sex, because she could lay in somebody's embrace, talking and laughing.

Because she could love someone so much.

 

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