While checking the filter messages, I saw that some nudes of my wife were sent from an ID named Tanvir Ahnaf. Ritu's face was clear in the pictures. I zoomed in on the pictures to be more sure. No, it's Ritu. The mole on the left side of the chest is also clear. If it had been edited, the mole would definitely not have been there. The ID has deactivated me with the text.
My hands started shaking instantly. I had been naughty with Ritu a while ago. I am at home today because it is an off day. Ritu is making Malai tea and Singara for me in the kitchen. I went and hugged Ritu from behind. Ritu smiled and asked me to come to the room and wait.
When I got to the room, I saw this as soon as I entered Facebook. Although I am in an arranged marriage with Ritu, our understanding is good. We love each other very much. I had no choice before marriage, so it was my parents' choice to marry Ritu. Ritu never told me that she had a relationship with anyone before, nor did I ever hear from anyone. Suddenly my brain stopped working. Is Ritu with someone else, but I don't think so from her behavior. Ritu came and called me in the middle of my thoughts,
-What's wrong, sir. Are you thinking so much?
I ate it in a daze. Even though Ritu didn't take her eyes off the matter, she didn't seem to care. She handed me the tea cup and said
-Here, have some tea and don't disturb me at all until the lunch meal is complete. I will make a special dish for you today.
I took the tea cup in my hand and looked at Ritu. How many looks can a girl have. Ritu urged me. What happened, why are you looking at my face like this? Drink the tea. After eating, tell me how it was?
I took a sip of the tea despite my reluctance. I couldn't understand what it tasted like. Ritu was looking at my face with a questioning look. When I said I was fine, Ritu looked at me and smiled and went back into the kitchen. Ritu's cooking skills are very good.
But this tea seems to be intoxicating to me at the moment. Even if Ritu gave me a cup of hot water, it would have felt like nectar to me, but now the beautifully made Malaicha tastes so bad to me. I don't want to put the gingerbread in my mouth, but I like to dip it in Ritu's handmade Malai tea and eat it the most. I got up and walked slowly and peeked into the kitchen.
Ritu was humming and singing and cooking. When my parents were at home, my mother always cooked herself. Ritu helped a little. They had been at their country house for three or four days. They would come back in a week or so. I started thinking whether I should ask Ritu directly.
I should show the pictures. No, it wouldn't be right to tell Ritu anything without being sure. I opened another ID and typed Tanvir Ahnaf and searched. I found several IDs with this name. But how can I know which ID? I haven't seen the profile of that ID. I don't know what to do.
If Ritu was in a relationship with someone, she could have at least told me. I would never have kept her away. We have been married for six months but Ritu has never said that I don't like her or that I didn't like any of Ritu's behavior. Ritu is caring enough towards me. So did Ritu have a relationship before? Maybe I don't know. And what does it mean to send me these pictures like this? I need to clear the matter better.
In the afternoon, Ritu insisted that we go outside and take a walk.
I didn't feel like going at all so I told Ritu that I felt bad. Ritu tried to check if I had a fever by touching my forehead. It was strange that if you feel bad, you can tell by touching your bare hand. Ritu looked at my face and said, are you tensed about something? Why do my eyes and face feel so dry?
I tried to explain with a smile that nothing happened. I don't know if Ritu understood that she asked me to lie down and turned on my opposite side and lay down. I don't know when I fell asleep while thinking about my thoughts. I woke up and saw that it was seven in the evening. I had slept for quite some time. I couldn't see Ritu next to me. I woke up and saw Ritu watching TV in the living room. I freshened up and sat next to Ritu. I didn't feel well. I left Ritu at home and came out. I walked here and there for a long time. I knocked on Hanif uncle's shop and had several cups of tea. Ritu called at 10:30.
-Why aren't you coming home?
I'm coming. I went home after about an hour and a half. Ritu opened the door with teary eyes.
Where have you been all this time. Why did you come home so late?
And don't tell me, I met Arif after a long time, so we chatted for a while.
You could have called and told me. I fell asleep while waiting at the dining table.
I can't understand this girl. I sat Ritu at the table and fed her with my own hands. Ritu asked, "Don't you want to eat?"
I ate from outside. Arif insisted.
Ritu fell asleep as soon as I lay down on the bed. I was just fidgeting. I slowly got up and went to the balcony and sat on the easy chair. It was raining heavily outside. Suddenly I remembered that I hadn't checked Ritu's phone even once. I slowly came and took Ritu's phone from the room.
I couldn't find anything on the phone. Ritu doesn't use Facebook like that. She doesn't upload pictures. She is very rarely active. I couldn't find anything on Messenger. I typed Tanvir Ahnaf in the search and couldn't find any ID associated with it. I also looked in the call list and saw all the familiar numbers. But my eyes were caught by one number. A number saved by Tanvir. I immediately picked up the number on my phone and called. The first time it rang, no one picked up. The second time it picked up. I was shocked when I said hello.
To be continued…
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