Meher wriggled out of her jeans and sent them flying across the bathroom.
I grabbed her face and looked deep into her eyes.
“Are you sure, Meher?”
“What kind of dumbass question is that?” she asked irritably.
“It’s the most important one,” I insisted.
Her eyes softened, and she reached out to cup me over my shorts.
“Yes, I do want this, Samrat. More than anything else.”
That’s all I needed to hear. I eased my shorts and boxers over my raging erection and waited as she wriggled out of her black lace panties. Just in time, I remembered to rummage inthe bathroom cupboard and found a pack of unused condoms. Luckily, they hadn’t expired yet, because we’d both implode with frustrated desire if we’d had to wait any longer.
I held Meher’s eyes as I slid the condom on. She grabbed me by the cock and pulled closer to her. I dipped a finger in her and found her sopping wet and tight. Really, really tight.
Her pupils dilated as I claimed her lips in a deep kiss and rubbed the tip of my erection against her slit. She grew even wetter and writhed against my hardness with a whimper.
“What do you need?” I asked, before I sent my tongue adventuring into her mouth.
“You,” she mumbled before she sucked on my tongue hard, making me see stars. “I need you…inside me…now!”
“Whatever you say, princess,” I said, with a wild grin, as I tilted her hips and slid in slowly.
To my surprise, I was barely a few inches in when I felt some resistance. I looked down at Meher’s face in shock. She had scrunched up her eyes and was taking rapid, shallow breaths.
“Is this your first time?” I asked in disbelief.
Her eyes shot open, and she glared at me.
“So what?” she demanded.
“How the fuck is this possible, Meher Rathore?”
She understood what I was referring to, and all the passion drained out of her face. She looked close to tears now. I withdrew slowly, trying not to hurt her, and stepped away. Meher crossed her arms over her chest as she hopped off the bathroom counter.
I paced up and down the small space, running my hands through my hair in frustration.
“What the hell, Meher?” I finally roared, coming to a stop in front of her.
“Don’t you yell at me, Maj. Deora,” she said softly, tears pooling in her eyes, her lips wobbling as she tried to hold themin. “I told you I did not sleep with that rat bastard. I told you, and you didn’t believe me. Nobody believed me.”
“Oh. My. God.”
My chest felt tight as the enormity of what I had done got through to me. Meher hadn’t slept with Sanjay all those years ago. Nilanjana had lied to me, and the fool that I was, I had believed her. I had abandoned Meher right when she needed me. All because I believed the evidence of my eyes. But that evidence was clearly wrong. It was made up. And I was the world’s biggest asshole.
I had ruined both our lives. I had wasted eight years of my life thinking she had betrayed me, when it was the opposite that was true. I was the one who had betrayed her.
Meher bent to grab her clothes, and I moved aside while she threw them on silently. I put on my clothes as well, and then took her by the hand and led her to the bedroom.
“Meher, I know there is nothing I can say to make up for making the biggest mistake of our lives. I won’t stop you if you want to leave the room right now. But can you at least hear my apology?”
She turned to face me and studied my face for a few seconds, and then, without warning, she raised her hand and slapped me across the face. Hard.
“You fucking asshole! Do you think your apology is going to make my life better? I know our past relationship has suddenly become golden in your mind because the taint on it has been removed. But what about me? I have rotted in this palace for eight long years, and my life hasn’t magically gone back to normal because you now know the truth.”
“Okay, I admit I deserved that slap for abandoning you when you needed me, but that is the only time you get to raise your hand at me. We do not hit each other in anger ever, Meher,” I said, trying to stay calm.
