I was in my bedroom. My 8-year-old son was preparing to sleep. My 17-year-old daughter, who was smartly using her smartphone, began to prepare for bed on my instruction. I was singing a lullaby to her. My son had fallen asleep, and I was sitting at his bedside, stroking his hair. My daughter had also fallen into the arms of sleep.
As a professor, I had to spend a significant amount of time studying. Being divorced, I was solely responsible for raising my two children. My beauty was enough to attract people, and my inner desire had given me the courage to break social boundaries.
At 11 pm, I received a message on my phone. It read, "Can I come in? Are you ready?" My heart began to race, and I felt my blood flowing faster through my veins. I replied, "Yes, you can come; everyone is asleep. Come through the agreed-upon route."
The response came, "Of course, prepare yourself; I'll reach the designated spot, hiding from everyone's gaze. Just prepare yourself for my welcome."
I left my daughter's room and entered my bedroom. I removed my sari and put on a red bra and panty.
Night wraps around me like a shroud, casting shadows on my secrets. I stand at the balcony, the city lights twinkling like stars in the distance. My undergarments feel like a whispered promise, a silent agreement to surrender to the darkness within.
I glance over my shoulder, ensuring the silence of my home and the absence of my children. My heart quickens with guilt and excitement, the thrill of deception coursing through my veins. My eyes return to the balcony, scanning the darkness for a familiar figure.
A man, who still holds a piece of my heart, the one I've never truly let go of. Tonight, I'll betray my vows and indulge in forbidden pleasure.
The breeze carries the scent of blooming flowers, but I'm drawn to the fragrance of memories - the way he used to hold me, the way he used to love me. My skin tingles with anticipation, my lips curling into a secret smile.
I adjust the strap of my camisole, feeling like a siren luring him back into my life. The shadows dance around me, conspiring to keep our secret safe.
My phone vibrates, his message - 'I'm here.' My pulse races, my breath catches. I take one last look at my sleeping children and turn away, leaving innocence behind.
Tonight, I'll choose desire over duty, passion over commitment. I slip into the darkness, ready to unravel the threads of my marriage, ready to rekindle the flame that never truly faded.
Then, a man's silhouette appeared on my balcony. I greeted him as soon as I saw him. With a sly smile on his face, he was gazing at my beauty unblinkingly.
Who could this person be? My ex? My daughter's friend? My student? Or a stranger who has prepared me to cross limits?
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