Ding!! The doorbell rang for the 2nd time.

Reema was too reluctant to open the door and kept raising eyebrows in the kitchen where she was again reluctantly preparing lunch. Ding Ding Ding !!!!! Here it goes for 5th time and hence Reema decided to walk towards the treacherous door. She with heavy hands unlocked the door to discover Sunny standing with a plastic bag in his hands.

“Hii, Reema Bhabhi”, he said in great smile and enthusiasm. Reema smiled and partly avoided the hand shake and attempted hug. She escorted Sunny in and made him sit on the couch in the living room. Sunny was one of the friend of Mayank, Reema’s husband.

Reema went to kitchen and got a glass of water for Sunny. Handing over the glass to him, she sat on the plastic chair kept opposite to the sofa where Sunny was seated. Sunny grabbed the glass and gulped the water. Keeping the glass on the centre table, he enquired, “Where the hell is Mayank, is the bastard still sleeping.” He kept staring at Reema who almost tried to dodge the question and was busy making a bun of her distorted hair. “Bhabhi where is Mayank”, he added again.

“Can you just call me Reema yaar, what Bhabhi and all.”, said Reema in a sudden irritated tone. Sunny was taken aback with this sudden reaction of her and staring at her he queried again, “Is Mayank not home?”

“No”, replied Reema getting up from the sofa. Sunny was startled to hear this and almost looked lost staring at Reema’s face. “The moron just called me an hour back saying come over for lunch and has now disappeared, where the hell he went?” Reema stopped her steps which she stared towards the kitchen and replied,” Ask him only, I too was asked to make food for you both and then he gets a call from work and rushed to office for an issue in some data software.” The dismay on the face of Reema was very evident and somewhere Sunny was getting the reason behind the changed behavior of her today.

“This guy will never respect anyone yaar, he called me in such short notice and actually insisted me to drop in for lunch today only.”, said Sunny. Reema was almost in kitchen by now and started to stirring the gravy kept on the gas oven. “Help yourself with T.V Sunny, the remote is kept on the table.”, shouted Reema from the kitchen. Sunny got the idea and switched on the television and got engaged.


It was a usual Saturday morning when Reema a full time house wife had mentioned to Mayank, her husband to take her out for lunch as she was in no mood for cooking. The reality was she wanted to break free from some boredom of her usual life. Mayank, who for some reasons told her that he wants to call over his friend Sunny as Reema had not met him. Reema had a short tiff on this with Mayanak on this but had little control over the situation. To make the situation worse Mayank asked her to make dishes which was his favorite. Reema was furious and disappointed but little she was able to do to make her feel better. Life for her was falling apart in front of her own eyes.

The Present

Reema kept staring at the pressure cooker until the it whistled and broke her dream. She looked wrecked today and so lost that she didn’t even bothered to change her night dress considering a guest expected at home. The food was ready and she arranged the dining table in 5 mins.

“Let’s eat?”, she asked Sunny from the corner of the living room. “Are we not waiting for Mayank?”, he inquired. Reema shook her head and took a pause, taking a deep breath she said, “Why don’t you call and check with your friend SUNNY”.

Sunny took his mobile and dialed Mayank’s number. The call did not go through, he dialed again but the result was the same. Getting up from the couch he said, “don’t think so he can join in soon and I have to make a move also, so let’s eat.” He sat at the dining table and praised Reema for the amazing smell of the food. Reema served him and sat to the chair next to his. Sunny started eating with much interest in the food served and totally missed that Reema did not serve food for herself. He realized in 2 minutes and stopped. “Bhabhi youuuuu, oh sorry Reema you aren’t eating as well?” Reema politely denied as she had had a late breakfast and requested him to carry on.

Sunny got the idea of Reema’s off situation today. He asked, “Are you ok Reema, what’s the matter? I am noticing that you are quite in lost state today. Are things fine at home?” Reema kept staring at Sunny and said nothing. “Things are not fine SUNNY (she insisted on his name for strange reasons), Mayank is behaving strange from past few months. I am breaking down now”, she added while lowering her head over the table. There was a silence for next 10 minutes while Sunny finished his food and looked at Reema, “Relax things will be fine Reema”, he said to her with much of concern.

“No Sunny, things aren’t right and I have a fear of where things are leading. Mayank says he loves me but he also says that this 5 years of marriage has stolen away the sheen of it. I am fearing he is dating someone. He doesn’t share things with me anymore, talks less these days.”, said Reema looking at Sunny. “Oh I see”, added Sunny.

“Not only this but he doesn’t even hug me now and….and” she stopped suddenly. Turning her face away from him she said, “he doesn’t even have sex with me now and it makes me feel wretched” The revelation of this shocked Sunny and he turned his face to other side with embarrassment and said, “what are you saying Bhabhi, I mean Reema. This is unexpected but has he told you any reason for this ever or hinted anything.”

Reema gets up from the table and started gathering the dishes. Walking towards the kitchen where Sunny followed her for washing his hands, Reema told him that Sunny once mentioned that he still thinks she is good looking and he would have surely attracted to her if she was not his wife. This revelation startled Sunny at bit. Reema handed Sunny a bowl of cut fruits and they sat on the sofa. “I don’t know Sunny what to do may be you….” She stopped realizing she was asking too much from him. Reema got too much upset and gathering the tears in her eyes and went inside her room to avoid the crying in front of him. She sat on her bed and wiped her tears.

Sunny followed her and sat beside her. He faced her and said,” You are a great lady Reema and I am not feeling great about such fears of yours.”

Reema outbursts in tears. Sunny held her and wiped her tears. The situation was taking some turns suddenly. Sunny kept holding Reema’s shoulders and suddenly leans forward and kissed her forehead. Reema goes back a little but guess the situation had already made a move. Sunny leans further and kissed her lips in his sudden reaction. In another few seconds they both were kissing vigorously on the bed. Sunny held himself a bit back and suddenly got up realizing what was happening but Reema pulled him close again.

They undressed each other and made love as if there was no tomorrow, twisting and turning on that bed which had not witness Reema relishing her married life for her physical less but love desires since long. Sunny was kissing at places which made Reema moan to pleasures as if he knew all her soft points. Sunny was all over her and kept stroking her till she orgasm multiple times


Months passed and today was just another day again when Reema and yet another friend of Mayank were pleasing each other’s sexual urge in her house while he was away. Today was short one and they finished quickly. Reema got up from the bed and wore her nighty. She placed herself in front of the dressing table and started gathering her looks. She was fuming suddenly and in irritation threw the comb toward the man on her bed. “What the fuck you crazy, it would have hit my eyes you sick women”, shouted he.


“I am going sick here, till when are we going to do this. I feel like a slut every time you fuck me like this, don’t you get this” shouted Reema. He got frustrated bad and got up from the bed, shouting back at Reema he said, “Not again yaar, we have discussed this multiple times now, let things go the way they are, PLEASE!”

“NO, things can’t be like this MAYANK anymore, I am sick of this psyched behavior now.”

There was a sudden silence as if Reema unlocked a forbidden lock. He snapped back, “Dare you call me that you bitch, Its Shumbham”

“No Its not MAYANK, I am sick of getting fucked by my own husband every week, who comes home plotting a friends visit and with different names. For God’s sake I am your wife and I can’t fill your fantasies anymore of fucking unknown women for which you don’t even have the balls in reality to do. You incompetent rascal.”

Mayank was fuming in anger with this outrage of Reema. He grabs her neck and banged her head on the mirror. Pressing her with force he shouts, “How dare you sick women, I had told you not to discuss this ever, how dare you”

Reema struggled and in chocked up voice pleaded, “leave me Mayank please, I can’t do this anymore. I can’t keep hearing you calling me Bhabhi and then fulfilling your desires of having sex with me where ever you want the way you want, for one time love me as your wife.”

Mayank was going mad the more he was hearing his name, he slapped her hard enough that Reema fell on the floor. She was weeping aloud and finally gave in to the torture. She got up rubbing her eyes, “Sorry Shubham, I got upset at you for no reason, forgive me”.

Mayank smiled and held her and hugged her. He kissed her neck with one hand groping her ass and other hand slipping inside her bra, he reached the sobbing women’s ear and whispered, “let’s do it in the kitchen next time……”

Reema did not last much with such a man and killed him one day. She ringed the police station and surrendered and was imprisoned for 5 years after being proved victim of circumstances but she committed a crime.

Mayank, her husband from an arranged marriage turned to his true colours in 1st year of their marriage who fantasied other women and pretended to invite himself to his own house as a friend who ended up having sex with his wife. Reema a simple woman from small town was forced to give in for 5 years and finally she broke down. Raged to level one day she killed him while having sex with rigorous stabbing with a knife.

Human race is strange in its own manner.