I ain't taking any revenge

WARNING: MATURE CONTENT AHEAD READ AT YOUR OWN RISK

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|Innaya|

Eshan's walking style resembled a model, walking on a ramp. Self-aware, full of confidence, he took a step at a time.

I did not recall seeing him without his clothes. Had I ever seen him bare? I wondered, trying to think of the time we have spent together. Perhaps I was getting amnesia. Those well-defined muscles looked as if he had spent a lot of time refining them. Eshan's tall, lean body was maintained in beautiful shape.

But, why had I not seen him going to the gym? 

Being his wife, no one knew his schedule better than me. Then how did I not know about it?

He ate everything- sweet, oily, salty food full of spices. Still, his body shape could give complex to many men out there. Coupled with that handsome face with a smile that sent many hearts in frenzy, his intentions did not look pure to me.