The Woman Next Door

By Rony Mehta

Ronit realizes that his lovely wife Kavitha has been cheating on him and plans to catch the cheaters red-handed but fails in all his attempts. His neighbor Sunaina faces a similar situation at her house. It doesn't take Ronit much time before he concludes that it is Sunaina's husband Samar who has been making love to Ronit's wife behind his back. But is he right in his assessment? Is Samar really the guy, or is it someone else? Find out who the person is in this tale of betrayal, sex, romance and vengeance.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Rony Mehta
• Release date: Nov 7, 2015
• ISBN: 9781311465672

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The Woman Next Door

‘Copyright[2015][Rony Mehta]’

‘Published by Rony Mehta at Smashwords’

Summary:-

Ronit realizes that his lovely wife Kavitha has been cheating on him and plans to catch the cheaters red-handed but fails in all his attempts. His neighbor and one of the most beautiful mature lady in the colony, Sunaina faces a similar situation at her house. It doesn't take Ronit much time before he concludes that it is Sunaina's husband Samar who has been making love to Ronit's wife, behind his back. But is he right in his assessment? Is Samar really the guy, or is it someone else? Find out who the person is in this tale of betrayal, sex, romance and vengeance.

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I was late for the office that day, noting unusual there, I have never had the reputation of being on time. I grabbed my laptop bag, planted a kiss on my wife’s lips and bid her goodbye. We have enjoyed a great relationship from the first day of our marriage. She is neither one of those who will blindly follow whatever I saw nor like those Indian women who dominate their household. Long story short, we shared such great bond that I rarely had a problem in my marital life. Though recently I have felt that Kavitha hasn’t been the same cheerful lady that she once was, but then it hardly mattered because she is intelligent enough to never let her mood affect the environment in the house.

We married some 6 months ago and have recently shifted to this new apartment after I got transferred to Bangalore. Apart from the pay rise, it was the city and the housing society that persuaded me and Kavitha to move from our hometown. The company has provided us with this 3BHK apartment and given its just the two of us in the family, the house is pretty large and spacious, much to Kavitha’s likings. (Women you know, they have this obsession with big houses)

It was one of those extremely hot and humid days in the city and the heat was getting all the more unbearable knowing that my boss is going to give me a beating once I reach the office. I turned the A.C on, put on my favourite song and pressed my feet on the accelerator. With the traffic that we have in India, driving at 40-50km/hr is unimaginable but today I didn’t have any option, so I just brought the ‘Fast and Furious’ out of me. I hardly drove 300 metres with the Vin Diesel avatar and the signal turned red, Fucking Shit, My fate is written with a pig’s penis I said to myself. 122 seconds, the digital display board read and which meant I had to wait for more than 2 minutes at the signal. I brought the window down and looked for outside for some amusement. Sir, please Sir, take this doll, your daughter will be so happy Sir. Sir, I haven’t had food for days, please buy this doll. I usually don’t pay heed to beggars but this little girl wasn’t asking for money, rather she wanted to sell her doll and earn, so I picked a doll, though I dint have any little daughter but just to help her out. ‘The Red one’ yeah, give me that, how much? 50 Rupees. And people pay 500 at big shops for the same thing I thought and looked for my wallet. Holy Shit!! Just when I thought