#pls go ask my Paramour questions

[devdevlin]

hello! hope ur doing well :>> just wanna thank u for making peremo! it's such a wonderful piece of written work. the dialogue, the prose, the characterization of the two leads, the way the dynamic was fleshed out, etc etc everything! was so engaging! u weaved a tale that had me SEDUCED. i love how slow burn it all was!! tom had to see these intriguing sides of her bit by bit, that hermione had to get pushed into it, before he gets to form an obsession!! i was hitting that next chapter button like a fool crawling back to a paramour that i would gratefully allow to step on my balls (pls excuse the crass & nonsensical metaphor).

i'll try to keep this as short as possible omg (narrator: she did not, in fact, keep it as short as possible) but there's so much to love in peremo! like:

noncon/dark fics that feature a megalomaniac that underestimates the grit & acuity of the seemingly unremarkable female lead GETS meeee (rare as it is). like u rlly hit the nail on the head in depicting that aspect in peremo! every time tom succumbed to that crazed "who tf are u!!" state i was like clapping & pointing at my phone leonardo di caprio gif style. every time they got into some fucked up homicidal tom (tom) & jerry (hermione) ass scenario: standing ovation! i love it! bc as much as hermione is traumatized & is the constant recipient of the short end of the stick, tom cannot go on without her either !!! he didnt think she'd have that gorilla grip pussy on her but SURPRISE BITCH ! SHE'S UNDER UR SKIN !

hermione! love her!! im not even an hp fan lol but i love how she was written as flawed & unhingedly determined. the sexual assault scenes actually made me sob (a testament to ur power as the writer!). when she had that breakdown after almost flinging herself off the roof, hoo. boy. i was in pieces.

ur commitment to the darkness of the fic! that hermione in the worst-case scenario (letting an abusive man in her household that she fought tooth & nail to build, having him get his hands on her son, having all her sacrifices mean nothing in the end) is all so tragic & kudos to u for taking it there. im too much of a weakling :")) i wouldve sprinkled in some corny psychoanalysis just to somehow justify tom forming a suggestion of an affection towards klaus & their family cause i gots to soften the blow. i see ur vision & i admire it very much.

anw! thank u, thank u so much! i was in a depressive rut when i read ur fic & it rlly helped lift my spirit :)) i hope ur always well & best of luck in all that u do!

P.S. if u are in the mood for entertaining questions, i'd be in ur debt for the answers to these:

how'd u think tom would respond if somebody (perhaps klaus) asked him if he loves hermione?

i wonder how differently tom would treat a daughter? (ik ik, probably just the same but hey, a lady can have her girldad! tom delusion, right?)

how do u feel about peremo-inspired fics (w/ proper credits ofc!) ??? i've read the amazing ones on ao3 but i wanted to ask just in case! & ?? would it be alright if the depiction/interpretation of peremo tomione is slightly different from urs, like the same but slightly to the left & a bit sappy with it lmao

Oh my lord thank you so much for this anon! I read this at 4 am and had to forcibly restrain my happy squeals, and have since read it about twelve times over 🥹🖤😭

As for your questions:

1. “To the ends of the earth.”

2. Overall, I don’t see him treating a daughter too differently. Though I do see him being more aware of the company she keeps, and in the long term, I envision he’d bring her into his regime for different purposes (such as political manipulation, whereas with Klaus, I envision a loyal, hands-on groundwork sort of asset, if that makes sense)

3. Of course, I’m more than honoured that anyone would feel strongly enough about my story to write their own 🖤😭🖤😭 it’s an overwhelmingly huge compliment 🥹

[tridentqueen]

Hey, same anon asking abt the street of silk love Story here 😂 The fic i'm reading is 'all my flowers grew back as thorns' by songlike_you. Its a wip! But aegon x whore Was before the actual Story so it doesn’t really go into much Detail!

I would love for aegon to have a partner in Flea bottom! Do you know if there is any mention of it in the books? Do you think they would do it in the show, i dont really know if it fits with the 'whoring around' and shit but Do you think its still possible? Also idk at what exact age he started his drinking habits (& being a hoe) but i know he was young. So not sure when exactly he would have time to find someone to fall in love .. what do u think? Pls share if u find TGC saying that!!

OMG sorry this has taken me so long! I could not find TGC saying he thought Aegon had a partner in Flea Bottom. Maybe it was a fever dream 😭

In the book, it mentions that when Aegon was found in Flea Bottom after Viserys died he was with someone. Since Fire & Blood is written like a history book, the two accounts are in dispute but Septon Eustace's account (I believe) calls the girl he was found with his paramour. Mushroom's account is way worse (says that the girl was very young), but he wasn't in King's Landing when Viserys died, so I do think it's fair to call his version into serious question.

I would be surprised if they do anything with it in the show, primarily because there is just so much to get through. As far as him having the time, Aegon in the book is 21/22 when the Dance starts, so I do think there would be time!

[eyeofmud]

prompt fill for @tevivinter ““ Are you flirting with me? ” for a pairing of your choice! :D“ + “ Kiss prompts: 3 for ATTIE MY GIRL PLS gib her atttention” for @madamsnark ;p

kiss prompt 3 - kissing so desperately that their whole body curves into the other person’s 

The lights have always been Attie’s favorite part. Strings of lanterns and strings of wishes tied to the Vhenadhal’s many branches, glowing gently in the afternoon sky. A festival is a celebration and a celebration means laughter and lights not sulking in corners because someone thinks they’re above such things. And if Morrigan sniffs any louder she’s going to make herself sneeze. 

So Attie grabs her hand and tugs her out of the shadow of a low hanging roof, pulls her out into the street with a laugh and tugs her close. ‘Have you ever thought about having fun before?’

Snorting Morrigan quickly signs back, ‘This is not fun.’ Her disdain drips from the ends of her fingers as they flick the last word and Attie rolls her eyes at Morrigan’s dramatacisms. 

‘Liar’ Grinning in Morrigan’s face Attie raises up on her tiptoes and walks them both backwards, drawing Morrigan with her hand still held by Attie’s. ‘I saw you watching the dancers, you want to join in.’ 

Of course she does, there’s nothing like dancing. Attie can feel the beat in her chest, rumbling through the ground beneath her, it’s always loud at festivals and she knows where the heart of it is. Right beneath the lights. With the Vhenadhal shining bright enough to light up the whole alienage Attie watches the excitement in Morrigan’s eyes only grow with each step she leads. It’s cute. 

‘Come on,’ Attie puts on a pout, playing up her expression just to see Morrigan’s. ‘I know you wanna.’ Another tug, ‘You can’t have all the fun by yourself you know.’ 

The lights dance across Morrigan’s face, colors flickering as the different lanterns sway in the evening breeze. Purple, gold, blue and pink, they move around and in between each other. Layers on a face Attie can’t look away from. ‘And how do you know that?’ Morrigan asks with her free hand. Questions and colors. 

‘How do I know anything,’ Attie winks, ‘Trial and error. You look like the kinda woman who enjoys a good dance. Among other things.’ She’s made it this far, the edge of the dance. 

Morrigan’s answer is in her eyes first, makes them narrow and follows down her face to the curious and smug smirk appearing on her lips. ‘Are you flirting with me?’

‘I’ve been flirting with you all night.’ Which is true, but Andraste if Morrigan just now realized it Attie should have saved her better lines for later. ‘Wanna dance?’

When’s the next time she’ll be able to ask that question? Attie doesn’t know, doesn’t really care either with the tilt of Morrigan’s head and the sudden grip of her hand in Attie’s. Festivals are hard to come by around here but tonight the whole city is celebrating. Even if the main reason for the celebration disappeared hours ago with his own paramour and Attie will not be letting that go anytime soon either. 

Attie grins, her smile splitting her face, and takes Morrigan’s grip as a yes. Leads her through the steps the first round, teaching her the movements and letting her take her time to learn. Some are faster than others but Attie’s never been a great teacher so she lets it go when Morrigan steps on her foot more times than not. 

The dance itself isn’t important, not really. It’s the time and the closeness. It’s holding hands and laughing when they nearly but don’t quite fall. It’s looking up and seeing a sky full of wishes dancing on the wind and knowing at least one came true. Following steps, leading a dance. The music ripples through Attie’s chest and she can mistake the beat of the drums for how her heart seems to be skipping its own. 

‘Can I’ Attie brings her hands up close to her chest, breathing heavily. ‘Can I kiss you?’ 

Morrigan blinks, ‘I don’t think I’ve been asked before.’ But she recovers before Attie can say anything about that and bends down the scant inches separating them and kisses her instead.

Attie isn’t one to things by halves. Or one to get shown up. She wraps her arms around Morrigan’s neck and pulls her down, kisses her so desperately her whole body curves to match. Breathes her in. Music and heartbeat indistinguishable. Attie could ask her again, and again and again and again, ‘Can I kiss you?’ and she doesn’t think she’d ever want to stop.

[maatikikhushboo]

Discursive Discourses #2  - Men will be Men no matter what!

I am happy that Paridhi Sharma made a comeback as Babita Khurana of Patiala Babes. She is doing a great job. We can understand the basic storyline through this post. When the promos aired, I was like Mini is going to help Babita (whom Mini fondly calls Babes) so that she can enhance her skills. I thought that this would be a happy story of a mother and daughter duo, who give us bromance goals. But when I started watching the episodes, I was a bit surprised. There is a whole story to why Mini encourages her Babes to think about herself.

Mini Khurana is a 17 year old girl of Patiala who lives with her mother, Babita and grandparents. Mini’s father Ashok Khurana is a businessman who lives in London. Not even once in all these years he had thought of taking his wife & daughter to reside with him. He visits once in 4-5 years, spends some time with family and cites some excuses every time and goes back. The reason is his paramour Mita (who is now pressurizing him to reveal their relationship to his family). Poor Babita, so ingenuous and gullible doesn’t even question him as why he doesn’t take her with him. She had lost her parents and as a dutiful wife, DIL and mother takes care of the family. One day, Ashok on Mita’s insistence sends a voicemail to his sister Lovely (who resides in her maayka along with her husband) and then the family members get to know about this. Ashok’s father stands as a strong support to Babita. Mini is heartbroken but then takes a decision that she would be leaving the house with her Babes. For the meantime, they shift to Babes�� brother, Pinku’s house. Later, Pinku also reveals that he can’t financially support them. So the duo leave the house and Mini starts to hunt for a house. An agent called Khatri, misbehaves with Babita and Mini beats him. Then comes Inspector Hanuman Singh, a Haryanvi cop who sends Khatri to jail for a night. He nicknames Mini as Veer Balika and is a widower and alcoholic. To seek revenge, Khatri conspires with all the agents and the duo don’t find a single place to live. Then Hanuman Singh offers his penthouse-room to live in.

Ashok Khurrana, is so spineless and double faceted. Men like him keep my belief intact that no matter what, men will be men! I don’t know what to say after the Section 497 (adultery/infidelity) verdict in India, but it is wrong to keep people in dark at least on moral grounds. I mean, if you think you don’t want to be in the relationship, just end it! You shouldn’t be two timing! 17 years was really a huge period. If he would have taken this step years earlier, things would have been better for Babita. It is sad but true that things remain unchanged for a married woman in our country. Parents marry her off and think it’s not their responsibility. Woman goes to the in-laws house, stays with them and after years people like Ashok leave her, what would be her plight? Babita is at least 40 years now and she has become dormant. No organization is going to offer employment to her. Mini also may not be able to get a job with decent pay because she is still an undergraduate. If they legally sue Ashok, it is also going to be difficult. Generally people are afraid of poilce, courts and all. The in-laws, especially Ashok’s mother will emotionally blackmail her and even her brother is not going to support her. He is not going to divorce her for his selfish reasons which I have described in the next paragraph. Then again court kacheri is gonna cost her money. The only option left for survival is business and from where are they going to get capital and investment? Firstly, they need a separate house for themselves, which is also difficult because there are people like Khatri. The society’s ossified disease of blaming the woman if her marriage dissolves is gonna make it more difficult, the icing on the top being people who want to take advantage and misbehave with them. This is the reason why a woman wants to be self-dependent. Being financially strong also keeps your self-esteem and self-confidence intact. But Mini must be appreciated for her courage nevertheless.

Infidelity is not the only reason why I dislike Ashok. He had some other intentions behind coming back home with Mita. After losing everything in London, he planned to start his business in India with his business cum love partner Mita. The only collateral left for starting a new business is the house in Patiala for which he has repaid the loan installments. Unfortunately, the house is owned by his parents. So he wants to be nice to them and once they accept Mita, he wants their signatures and Sukhi’s (Lovely’s husband) contacts to start the business. After the business is successful they want to flee. He blames Babita for Mini being outspoken and I am like WTF dude? Matlab itne saal tujhe apni beti ki padi nahi thi aur achanak se teri beti teri izzat ho gayi? Tune use bada hote hue dekha bhi nahi. Aaya bada !

Pinku also no less. I agree that he earns less and can’t feed two extra people. But, at least he could have helped them.

Hanuman Singh’s entry was to support the duo which is much predictable. Him being a Haryanvi Cop, his dialogue delivery, antics, having a shadow-like-subordinate and having Salman Khan kinda attitude is all so common. But what makes him different is his sensibility and dialogues like “Sabse bada rog – Kya kahenge log!”.

My advice to Mita would be to leave Ashok. He is so self-absorbing that he may even leave you for his selfish purposes (when Mita asks him about divorce, he always shuns her that his parents would not be in favour of this).

P.S : I am eagerly awaiting Hanuman Singh vs Ashok Khurana this Monday. Hanuman Uncle, pls do teen haddiyaan tod do uss Ashok ke. How dare he reprimand Babita and raise hand on Mini? Ashnoor is doing a decent job. Also, that man Bhanujeet Sudan needs an applause for portraying Ashok convincingly. 

[mddlpth]

Vikas Jha, the human dung.

If you are acquainted with this excrement called Vikas Jha, I think, unknown to you, your life is a little tarnished. This bastard has been relentlessly pursuing my wife of a decade, with whom I have a child, for many years now. Read on.

2009 (Second year of marriage)

It started right at the time of my marriage, when my newly wedded wife and this garbage were preparing for their MBA entrance exams together. The garbage was apparently a “mentor”, and they both gave away very little to arouse any suspicion. At this time, I was in the US, and my wife was in India. Maybe that helped too.

Here is a filthy, flirty conversation from 2009, where my wife is planning to visit him in Delhi, on her way to a “pilgrimage”, while intentionally keeping me completely in the dark.

From: get2vikasjha@gmail.com <get2vikasjha@gmail.com> Date: Saturday, March 28, 2009 10:33 AM me: havent slept VJ: u or me? am here … 10:35 AM VJ: dont sleep so soon me: y? what do i do VJ: aise hi. who will talk to me late nite then? me: god stop it yaar VJ: haha, isme stop it kya hua? matlab hum ab sirf serious rahe tumse :P:P … VJ: arreeeeeeee ruko btw my sister is awaiting u me: all preparation for me to come kya VJ: haha

They even had plans to visit the Taj Mahal together! A newlywed and her paramour.

Date: Wednesday, April 1, 2009

me: both my tickets are booked. to and fro VJ: i think u will be too tired to roam in delhi. maybe we can just have dinner…and sleep me: i dunno. lets see if I am alive. agra plans tho cancelled only VJ: yes. u cancelled it. u dont trust me and trust urself toooooooooo. so i dont want to force 2:00 AM me: ok

Barely a year into our marriage, they hatched plans together on how to discourage me from asking her any “personal” questions, so she could continue on guilt free.

Date: Thursday, April 2, 2009

VJ: xxxx (husband's nickname) ok with ur trip now? me: haan VJ: how do u do that? me: does he have a choice;) VJ: haha VJ: no as in happy happy or sad happy? me: as in ok ok. neither happy nor sad as if it makes a difference to him. but he is fine with me now i advised him ;) like that way u did. thanks for ur advice …it helped control my temper VJ: :) what did u advise him? me: to be patient n make the reln work VJ: jajaja see who is ur best friend? ME ME ME ME ME ME me: hmm

The dung started entering into more aspects of our marriage. After almost 2 years living separately, I was trying to convince my wife to pick a nearby college for her MBA in the US so we could finally be together. In reality, she had applied to, and had an admit at a slightly higher ranked school far away, meaning two more years of long distance for us. She and the dung were scheming behind my back for the best way to break this great news to me, while also forcefully convince me to accept their choice.

I was doing everything I could to reason with her on the importance of this decision, how living away was taking its toll and why she refused to see my viewpoint. In return, she and her family accused me of being narrow minded, jealous, anti feminist, working against her bright career and acting under the decree of my extended family, abusing everybody from my parents to siblings to grandparents with the choicest of words. I weathered through all those, but what broke my heart was when I realized she was working with the muck, the “mentor”, to force me to bend to their decision. Though at the time I had no clue about their affair, learning your wife was taking the help of some random guy to get her way was so painful that I immediately gave up and agreed to whatever she said. Looking back, this might have been a turning point in our relationship.

Here’s a chat of the two, joyously celebrating their surprisingly easy “victory” over me.

Date: Thursday, April 9, 2009

me: hey u know what ? i told xxxx (husband's nickname) VJ: and he is ready? me: yes! VJ: hahahahaha hahahaha me: i cant blv it me: his first reaction was “wow..superb!”: VJ: congrats me: he said i must take this opportunity VJ: hahaha me: he is even ready to pay enrollment deposit VJ: what has happened to him? hahaha hahaha me: i dunno :( i m quite shocked. i thot he will fight VJ: so am I me: he said i can come over weekends, also later he might shift, he might hunt for another job, or try for transfer VJ: HAHAHAHA  achanak? me: !!! yaaa. i cant blv it actually. cant expect such reactions from him VJ: dont wait for a moment. pay the deposit today. and cancel davis immediately. me: haha VJ: okies. will be back. 2 min. going to loo me: very happy! :D VJ: :) i can make out :) me: i still cant blv he said that. i dunno what made him change so much VJ: yes. im shocked. :P:P me: haan i thought he will fight a lot. u know what. from yesterday i m making sad face. he kept asking me y u r sad. i dint tell. finally told :) me: i want to re-confirm. not sure if he really said it VJ: haha me: he told me to use this credit card to pay VJ: haha!!! this is toooo much. too many goodies in one day.haaha me: now i m ready to cook anything on that show. anything MIL says i am ready. VJ: jaja me: haha

Meanwhile, they happily continued their shameless late night flirting, while also planning their date in Delhi.

VJ: hola whats up. i was just planning for ur delhi trip do u want to do shopping? me: oh. i will do it the day i reach. whole day i have time VJ: do u like street food ? we will go to chandni chowk thne me: then what else ? agra dropped lol VJ: haha. im still ready. if u r :) me: after tht converstaion?!! VJ: okies that conversation was not good. but we learnt few things na ... 2:23 AM VJ: itna neend aata hai to kaun bolta hai mera saath flirt karo raat me :P:P me: hmm VJ: i thought ur response : GO I WONT FLIRT. u r unpredictable me: ;) VJ: go u r bsy. i wont talk. me: thats my speciality na VJ: haha. manao bhai humko :P:P u r like a guy. am like a girl me: hmm karo na VJ: kya? me: manao mujhe VJ: hahaha. saamne ne manuanga na. when u come :) me: ahaa flirt flirt VJ: who me or u? or both. to ab mere flirting se bhi bored? me: no i sometimes wonder where my life is going. i m so confused yaar ... VJ: hi me: wassup VJ: waitiing 4 u ::) me: aha VJ: just because i give u bhav u never give me bhav :( me: sleeping VJ: :( buuuuuuuuuuuuu me: dint sleep na yesterday. idiot (husband) kept bothering me VJ: addicted to ur calls now :( VJ: i devote so much time to u me: u dont have to VJ: haha ... VJ: i will be so embarassed to meet u. after the stupid talk we had day before :( me: hmm. i wud have anyways felt even otherwise

And meet they did, after all!

No guilt, no shame, no fear.

What all happened ? I will tell you in a little while, in their own words.

Meanwhile, read on.

This scumbag was also in a relationship with another “girl friend”, at the same time.

Who knows how many more were there.

My wife finally shifted to the US, to the school of her choice. But the illicit sewage followed. Now she would handle not one, but two long distances. In the name of innocent words like career development, MBA, entrepreneurship, mentorship, professional networking and many others, they carried on their merriment. Here is a sample of how they addressed each other, in an email about “Job Opportunities”.

From: Vikas Jha <get2vikasjha@gmail.com> Date: Wednesday, November 11, 2009 Subject: Job Oppurtunities

Hey dear,

Check attachements. let me know if its helpfull

As ever, Vikki

2010

Tue, Feb 23, 2010 at 11:32 PM

Even though you have background in XXX, I would suggest you to take these two things. … Lots of Love, Vikki

They freely exchanged pictures, emails, texts, messages and phone calls.

Date: Tuesday, December 15, 2009 Subject: NEW ME :)

TAKE A LOOK ------------------

Date: Wednesday, January 27, 2010 Subject: hey To: VJ

hey..saw ur snaps on orkut..awesome snaps! u look smart ;) rest later..call me when free (xxx)xxx xxxx

Date: Tuesday, June 26, 2012 Subject: Fwd: Look I have lost more weight :)

They exchanged their legal “couple” pics too, as though proud of the fact that they were doing all this so successfully behind their partners’ backs.

From: Vikas Jha Date: 2008/12/30 Subject: From Vikki

I am sure when u look at this pic, you will say how bfull couple we are. U never asked but i cudnt stop from sending u Lots of Love Viki

Not just emails, they also made plans to meet in the US. Alone.

On 24-Feb-2010, at 8:34 AM, XXX XXX wrote:

Cool. when are u coming btw? whats happening with you? I get a week off (spring break) in March. Will enjoy then.

---------------------------------------- From: Vikas Jha <get2vikasjha@gmail.com> Date: Tuesday, February 24, 2010 Subject: Good news!

I will come in April. Lots of things happening. Going to London Business School 2mrw. Arranging big business Plan competition in June. ... thats for now…getting late for school. will mail u more from class

2011

If the urge didn’t come from there, it went from here.

Date: Thu, 14 Apr 2011 14:11:15 -0700 To: Vikas Jha<get2vikasjha@gmail.com> Subject: Re: Viki..pls do this survey for me..where ru btw?

thanks Viki. when r u free? i want to talk to u ..it has been so long..u have forgotten me. ---------------------

<get2vikasjha@gmail.com> wrote: See u went gayab yday again N then u say I have for gotten u !! ---------------------

online aana ab im free now..u dont care for me!!!!! call kar na aaj..baat karna hai tujse ---------------------

<get2vikasjha@gmail.com> wrote: Ok. Give me some time and stop saying that. I care a lot !! Comeover !! U r safe don't worry !!!!!!!

2012

Of course they met in India too, whenever she was on vacation.

On Mon, Dec 10, 2012 at 12:32 PM, Vikas Jha <get2vikasjha@gmail.com> wrote: Cant reach u on chat ! call me on 09693255535 V

---------------------- On Tue, Dec 11, 2012 at 8:43 AM:

Hey Vikas..I tried calling you today. Landed in XXXX yesterday. I will get a phone number in couple of days - will send it over then. Wassup with you? What times are you usually available? Look forward to our chat :)

-X

Conversations like these preceding the trip.

VJ: For all this advise i need to be paid me: Haha ok. Talk tonight VJ: Wht will i b paid ? me: Gosh, Seriously??? me: No $ only kind :p VJ: Ooh, That makes it even more interesting :) me: Sigh VJ: Miss our kiss! Damn it ! me: Despo, U were prim n proper when we met. Rather u were forced to VJ: :). Next time u come. I wont let u go !

This is him wooing her to his place over a weekend, so he can cook dinner and talk long into the night about “career n business”.

me: Ok let’s talk more while I am therr me: Need to pack for my flight that is in few hours VJ: Will come bk on 6th. So after that only we can meet VJ: Btw dinner date ? I can cook for u ! me: Sure VJ: :) Look forward ! me: I am in bangalore VJ: ;) Am bk in town today. Want to catch up ? me: Hmm..probably 6 7 ish. Mg road ? VJ: I thought we cud meet at my place VJ: Weekdays are tight. Wont b able to spend time n talk long. Want to talk abt career n business

Among other things, they got a kick out of fantasizing themselves in movies they could relate to. One was about a marriage between 2 different cultures, “north vs. south”, much like how it would have been if she had married the scum.

2 States (2014) Directed by Abhishek Varman. With Arjun Kapoor, Alia Bhatt, Amrita Singh, Revathy. How Chetan met his wife and the…www.imdb.com

The other was about a man and a woman, both unhappily married to others, having a life long secret affair with each other, meeting on the same weekend each year.

Same Time, Next Year (1978) Directed by Robert Mulligan. With Alan Alda, Ellen Burstyn, Ivan Bonar, Bernie Kuby. A man and woman meet by chance at…www.imdb.com

At first, my wife branded the filth a career “mentor”. The moment the mentorship extends beyond very clear cut boundaries, that title is stripped and replaced with something far lower on the moral ladder. As my wife continued to discuss all things, career, marital, business etc. with it, filth found more ways to drive a wedge between them. Here is a conversation where the filth asks her to quit her marriage and settle back in India. Of course, it does not have the will or the guts to take her hand, especially with a child.

... me: I am very lonely here me: I want to get out of this marriage. Affecting my health Body n mind VJ: I can imagine. Everything gets affected. Becomes so difficult me: Marital life sucks too VJ: U shud think abt it. Moving back. Atleast hv parents n family around. There u r all alone. ...

Here is another conversation where the wife is “battered” that she cannot choose the scum for “life, or work”, because of her husband.

Very often, the conversations toyed around sex. Here’s one, for a New Year’s wish! When I saw this the first time, I went numb.

Here’s a plan for a “weekend of love making”.

Below is my wife, chatting in the middle of the night, making it abundantly clear the only reason she is hanging on to the marriage is for the sake of our kid, and for all the love, lust and affection, she will be leaning on the filth for fulfillment. In fact, this seemed like a great arrangement for both, since neither wanted to make their relationship official, nor did they want to break it off, but lead two separate lives, public and private.

They threw sweet somethings at each other all the time. Of course no topic was taboo to discuss, including eating pussy and getting wet in bed. The filth is absolutely certain that he should have replaced me in her life, and my wife is only too happy to provide compelling justifications for it!

And finally, here they are indulging in an enjoyable recollection of their drunken tryst in Delhi almost a decade ago! As promised, I will tell you what happened, in their own words.

Which red salwar suit, you ask ?

Not just the filth, but his entire family seems to want to jump on my wife! Here is a disgustingly similar flirt with his brother, whose only purpose in life seems to be to keep my wife laughing ! Late nights or early mornings, his eyes and ears are always at her disposal. And of course, my wife is only too happy to bash not just her work, but also her marriage with this manure.

If only this scum would show such eagerness to his own wife and kids, and stop right there.

Given all this, the question comes around to my response. Initially, for a very long time, I had no clue something was wrong. Even though my wife refused to make our marriage a priority, she continued to express her strong, unwavering love and affection towards me, and the difficulty of staying apart bearing down on her. They were so good at covering up, that even when I met the scum one time, they gave nothing away. But one day, I came across something that made me shudder. Suddenly, all her odd behaviors of secretively chatting on the phone late into the night, never picking up calls when I was around, and securing everything with multiple levels of passwords, that I had dismissed as quite harmless to me, seemed extremely suspicious. With only scraps of information from here and there, I painfully put the pieces of the puzzle together.

When I confronted her, her response was expectedly total denial. In return, she accused me of spying, “breaking trust”, and exhibiting my “narrow mindedness” and “insecurity” at her success. She in fact said I was “acting like a woman”. From there, she diverted the fights to unrelated topics, giving her familiar fodder to abuse me and my family. While this was going on, she obviously got way more careful with her trail, deleting chat records, changing passwords, clearing call logs, erasing emails and completely resetting devices to remove any trace.

When I was sufficiently convinced something was up, I even took the matter to her family, who were the only people she listened to. Of course they stood solidly behind her, without an iota of doubt about her character. More disappointedly, her mother sermoned there was nothing wrong in having a close knit relationship with anyone one was comfortable with, even the opposite gender. I don’t know in what context it was stated, but it seemed she was virtually giving her stamp of approval for her daughter’s behavior.

At first, it made my head reel in shock. I spent several weeks in confusion, pain and denial. I tried to stop myself from probing further, and really wished all this was not happening. As one more instance after another came to light and tore me apart, the agony and depression became unbearable. As I stumbled upon them, my hands would tremble, stomach would crunch and my head would feel dizzy. My heart would skip a beat every time I re-read the messages, trying to make sure I didn’t get them wrong. I have cried my eyes out in private, and consoled myself with pretty much nothing. Thinking about it, I have dangerously changed lanes on freeways, and lost track of what I was doing more than once, just because the pain was so terrible I would lose my senses for a while. On the one hand, I wanted to end it right there based on what I knew so far, and on the other, I wanted to find out the complete story, however hard or long it might take, before quitting. Our relationship strained lower, arguments got longer, fights got uglier, to the point where it was extremely difficult even to cohabit.