He Cheated on Me!
The mesmerising sun was ready to set in those far away gusty waves. I wanted to capture those moments by my eyes for forever. But nothing was clear enough I could see him leaving the imprints of his footsteps. His shirt was floating in the air while sand has settled on his bare chest. Waves were at its pitch. My feet embedded in the wet sand and were not ready for any motion.
“Take your time.” His words were echoing in my ears louder than any waves.
Soon he was nowhere, may be at the hotel waiting for me. Must be packing as we have to catch our flight. Our vacation has surely come to an end.
“Why am I still thinking about him? Or am I thinking about us?”
My heart was feeling too heavy to imbibe everything he told me before leaving. I was all alone along with the crowd of hundreds. Waves were touching my feet occasionally. I deserve to know everything, while he deliberately kept me devoid of the truth.
Though there were no tears falling from my eyes. Even after he ruined my perfect evening. I am not that weak that his decision to cheat on me would devastate me. After all he did, why he stood in front of me? He should have left without letting me know. Finally he found the dusky, tall girl the kind of one he fantasied for.
Should I think what was mine still belongs to me? Should I go back and hug him? Why? For not leaving me. For coming back to me after spending that night with her.
He chose me because he knew she won’t love him the way I do. May be the fantasy he was living in could not reach his expectations. Though I know, he is never pleased with my mediocrity, he always wanted everything to be perfect. What if he found her perfect and left all that just for me?
Does this means he truly loves me? Is it fine if he made a mistake once? My love for him should allow him of that? No, there is no space to cheat in love. Would he accept me after spending the night with a random man? Well now he has to.
But I still do trust his words for no reason. Well I do want to know who she was. Do I even know her? I don’t even know if they are still in touch. Is she that Nancy, she was the tall and dusky one in his colleagues? Did all this happened the night when she was at his place, that fucking night when I was not around?
I am all caught in a web to ask or not to ask. I always pretended to be a modern women and such things doesn’t even bother me.
He also told me, “It was just heat of the moment.”
“Why am I making it a hype?” I know she must have tried to seduce him and he couldn’t control. Well of course if a girl would try to catch hold of a guy, how would he escape he would be helpless. It’s definitely not his fault, he loves me for every reason.
Wasn’t her lips different from mine? Were they plain or juicy? Ah! It’s a torture to think about the women your partner has slept around. A night that he made love to another women and didn’t even think about you.
I was with other men too but they were all before he came to my life. I was so contempt with his presence that his satisfaction never crossed my mind. Am I not enough for him?
What should I do? Should I lose a few kilos or wear skinny outfits to lure him with my curves? But he never wanted me to change myself despite of all the imperfections I bore.
He adored the very sense of mine. Was that all out of this guilt? Letting me know about all this would make him free? Will he not love me the way he does?
It was crazy, the thoughts were depressing and I was overwhelmed by now. Fear of losing him was visible on my face. I pulled up myself, cleared the sand from the flares of my skirt. His footsteps were washed by now.
I didn’t wish to walk on them. Even if I ever cheat him, I won’t keep it hidden. I wish I could undo what happened. I wish I was never on my knees to express my love.
And “I have a confession to make.”would never be his words.
Our vacation would have passed smooth or he would have picked me up in his arms and took me to our room where I would have kissed him. Pulling my legs around his butts and he would have spanked mine.
Collecting all the shattered dreams. I entered our room. He was in the shower having hot water bath. He always did this to relax himself. I removed my clothes and joined him inside I wanted to relax too.
All the while I believed, I will hate him. While placing my hand on his chest I forgot everything. There was no other woman between us. He pulled me hard towards him. I believed him once again for no reason.
