It was evening, Jitendra, a wealthy industrialist, was very frustrated with his marriage. He was handsome, rich, fit and just 32. His wife, Aisha, a socialite, used to be busy with social gatherings and had no time for the family.

He was at the bar counter at The Crystal Room, Taj Mahal Palace, Mumbai. The hall was expansive and many great people had come for the function. Aisha was looking gorgeous in a black sheer saree with silver details and a strappy blouse. Jitendra was looking edgy wearing a white shirt and black tuxedo .

He never wanted his weekends to go like this. He wanted to be more active in his intimate life. But every weekend his wife had some event to attend, and even if he didn’t want to join, he had no option.

As he was having his sixth pint of Erdinger Weissbier beer, the bartender mustered all the courage to tell him that he had crossed his drinking limit.

“Sir, I think you have crossed your limit, you can handle only five.”

“I just want to be with my wife on a Saturday afternoon.” Jitendra said it sheepishly.

While he was sharing his sob story with the bartender, his wife approached him, all excited.

“Jitu! Meet my friend, Jyoti. She was my batch mate at Kingston University. She has recently moved to Mumbai from London.”

And Jitendra turned his head. He saw a beautiful girl wearing a red saree, his favourite colour. The saree was sheer, had black lace details and she had worn a sexy deep halter neck blouse. Her 36DD were looking perfect. His eyes scanned her body thoroughly, and within a minute he got all the strength to get up from his chair and shake hands with her.

“Jyoti! This is my husband, Jitendra.”

Just then Aisha’s phone rang and she excused herself.

“Excuse me honey.” And she left.

“Please have a seat. Let me make you comfortable.” And he flashed his broadest smile.

“Are you sure you can make me comfortable?” And she winked. He got aroused. He had no more room to make his smile broader. Her voice had a charm which could make any man fall for her.

“I’ll try my best.” And he blushed.

Their flirty conversations went on for quite some time. She was having red wine and smoking Davidoff supreme cigarettes. He loved girls who smoked. He had a fantasy of making love to his wife’s sexy friend. None of Aisha’s girl friends in the past had excited him so much. He felt as if he was finally on the verge of making his fantasy come true.

“Jitu! ” Aisha intervened and he was back to reality.

“Can you come here for a moment?”

He kept his glass on the table and stood up. As he was following his wife, suddenly Jyoti grabbed his hand and she came close to him, so close that her lips touched his ears. Come tomorrow to my place for tea, and handed him a note with her address on it.

He looked at her. Her eyes had a naughty spark. She seductively bit her lips and dropped her saree pallu, making her goodly cleavage visible. His eyes popped out. She hugged him tight, pressing her boobs to his chest.

Next day, he got up early and went to take a shower. He wore a classic red shirt and black trousers. On the way, he brought some roses and condoms. He reached the given address and rang the door bell. A beautiful young lady opened the door. She looked similar to Jyoti. She had worn a pink mini skirt and a white bralette.

“Is this Jyoti’s house?”

“Yes, she’s in the shower. Please, have a seat.” They both smiled. As he was sitting on the couch, he looked around. It was a beautiful sea facing apartment, and really big. She got him cold water, turned around and bent down to pat her white fluffy cat. He could see her hot pink thongs, and he loved the view. He couldn’t get his eyes off her rear.

“Who is it Radha?” He heard a familiar voice.

“It’s your friend, Jitendra.” Jyoti entered the hall, wrapped in a white semi-sheer short towel. Her body was dripping wet, and so were her beautiful brown locks. He could clearly see her hard nips, struggling to get out of the towel.

“Hi, you reached sooner than I expected.” He had no clue how to respond to that, so he just smiled.

“Meet my sister Radha. We are like best friends, and we do almost all the things together.” And she giggled. He had an enormous boner already. Both the sisters were driving him crazy. He wanted to do a threesome.

“Let me just put on some clothes.” Jyoti unwrapped the towel and walked towards her bedroom, and closed the door. Radha was sitting on a chair in front of him, with her legs resting on the coffee table. He sat there waiting for Jyoti, while enjoying Radha’s skin show. She indeed had a beautiful flawless skin.

Jyoti came out of the room wearing a sheer and skimpy red baby doll with black thongs. She poured herself some red wine, and sat besides him.

“Hope you haven’t told your wife that you’re here.” He had no clue why she said that.

After a long chit chat session, she touched a very conservative topic, which the Indian society considers a sin to talk about, ‘Sex’. She asked him about his sex life. He gave her all the details, with some flirting and seducing in between.

After two hours, things turned somewhat steamy, and she took him to her bedroom. She undressed herself slowly. She moved closer to him, kissing him passionately, and undressing him. She told him to jump on the bed.

The knife, kept by Radha last night to cut fruits while watching TV, was still lying on the bed. As he fell on the bed, the sharp knife cut straight through his stomach. He screamed loudly. Jyoti and Radha got scared. They didn’t know what to do. He was wailing. There was a pool of blood on the bed. Finally they called the ambulance.

He was admitted in a hospital. After two long surgeries, at last, he was conscious. Aisha was sitting besides him, crying, talking to the doctor. When she saw that he had opened his eyes, she kissed him on his forehead and praised the lord. He was surprised. This wasn’t the reaction he had expected. He pretended as if he didn’t remember whatever happened, and asked Aisha how he landed in the hospital.

She told him: “You met my friend, Jyoti, near your office and she called you over for tea since you’re my husband. And then on the way some thugs tried to snach her chain from her neck, and you tried to save them.” And he pretended as if the incident was coming in his mind now. “Oh yes.”

The doctor, standing at the door, replied, “Don’t worry. Its just temporary loss of memory. You will be absolutely fine in a month.”

It was slightly over a month, he was good, and back to his regular routine. He had eight stitches on his stomach. He tried to contact Jyoti, but her phone was switched off and her flat was also locked. He desperately wanted to meet her. So he finally decides to ask his wife about her whereabouts.

“Darling, what’s Jyoti up to these days? Long time, not to be seen.”

“She visited you twice in the hospital. I think she left the country. That’s what Shyla told me. Nobody knows why and where. And when I tried to call her, her phone was switched off. Even I tried to call her husband but all in vein. He was the one who operated you. Heard he also left the hospital soon after your second operation.”

“Her husband? He operated me?” He was shocked.

“Yes, you didn’t know she had a husband?”

“You never told me. You didn’t introduce me to him.”

“How can I? He was not present for the function.”

“And soon after I was discharged they left?”

“Yes. But why?”

Jitu raised his eyebrows in shock. The hazy picture started getting brighter. His face turned pale. He stood up from his seat and started walking towards the entrance door.

“Where are you going?” He didn’t say a word, but she followed him. They both sat in the car. “Where the hell are you going?” He kept mum.

They reached a hospital, which wasn’t too far. He meets his regular physician.

“Quick doctor scan my stomach.” The doctor got confused, but directed him towards the radiology department. After the scan, the radiologist submited the report to the doctor. As he read it, Jitu’s doubt was cleared.

Back in some other city, Jyoti was seducing another man. Her husband was waiting for her to stab the man in his stomach, and the ambulance was ready outside her house.

What had happened to Jitu?

“HE HAD ONLY ONE KIDNEY”

.The End.