Wife Breaking Husband's Trust

 The sun was setting, casting a warm glow over the city. Hemant, a salesperson, and Ritika, a public insurance agent, walked hand-in-hand along the bustling streets. Their ten-year-old son, Aakash, trailed behind them, his little hands clasped behind his back. As they strolled along, the aroma of street food filled the air, mixing with the sounds of honking cars and vendors hawking their wares. Despite the chaos around them, they moved in sync, their steps mirroring each other's. It was a scene that might have been commonplace in any Indian city, but there was something about this particular family that set them apart. Ritika, with her long, black hair and her lithe figure, always wore a saree, a reflection of her personality and her heritage. She was a faithful wife who loved her husband and son deeply. They were an ordinary couple, leading an ordinary life, but their love for each other was anything but ordinary. Her close friend and colleague, Asha, who used to work in the same office as her, often marveled at Ritika's hardworking nature. Asha's husband was recently transferred to other city. Her husband and kids already moved to the new city. She is presently staying alone and already applied a request to transfer her to the new city as her husband's job is very important for them. Asha's transfer decision was pending with the head of the department Vivek. Vivek was a big womanizer and held a powerful position in the department. He always flirted with the women in the office. Ritika was immune to his charm, but Asha was not. Vivek had taken a liking to Asha and often made her feel uncomfortable with his advances. She had complained to Ritika about it, but Ritika could only offer her support and advice.

One day, as they walked home from work, Ritika noticed that Asha seemed more distracted than usual. When she asked her what was wrong, Asha confessed that Vivek had made another inappropriate comment to her that day. She said Vivek wanted to sleep with her. Ritika was furious. She had never liked Vivek, but she had never imagined that he would go this far. She knew how hard Asha had worked to get where she was, and how important her transfer to the new city was for her family. As Ritika listened to Asha's predicament, she felt a surge of protectiveness and anger. She knew that confronting Vivek directly would be hard, as he was known for his temper and his command in the department. As Asha continued to share her worries with Ritika, Ritika listened intently. She knew that confronting Vivek directly would only make matters worse for Asha, and she couldn't bear the thought of her friend suffering any more. As they walked home, Ritika hugged Asha tightly, trying to offer her some comfort. Ritika understood Asha's dilemma. She knew that Asha was loyal to her husband and didn't want to cheat on him. Ritika also knew that Asha needed to protect her career and provide for her family. Vivek wanted to take Asha to his guest house over the weekend and have sex with her. Ritika and Asha didn't want others to know about the situation. Asha convinced that it would be just one time sex with Vivek and she was almost ready.

Friday evening, Vivek picked Asha in front of Ritika from the office. Ritika felt sorry for Asha. She was worried about her friend Asha for the whole weekend. She couldn't even share about it with her husband Hemant. Monday morning she was very curious to meet Asha. She thought it would be very hard to console her. But when she saw Vivek and Asha coming together laughing, she couldn't believe her eyes. She thought Asha would be pale, but on the contrary she was blushing and her face was glowing. Ritika was stunned. As Asha and Vivek walked closer, she noticed a strange sense of calm about her friend. She seemed lighter, almost carefree. It was as if something had shifted inside her. Ritika couldn't help but feel a mixture of relief and confusion. She knew that what had happened between Asha and Vivek was wrong on many levels, but at the same time, she couldn't deny the fact that it seemed to have had a positive effect on Asha. As they exchanged pleasantries, Ritika couldn't help but ask Asha about her weekend. Asha told that it was the best weekend of her life. She told that Vivek is a monster in the bed.Asha told that she never experienced so many orgasms with her husband, as she did with Vivek in just single weekend. She said they were the best orgasms of her life. Asha continued to glow as she recounted her weekend with Vivek. She said that he was incredibly attentive and skilled in bed, always making sure that she reached climax after climax. Ritika listened, feeling a mixture of disbelief and envy. It was hard for her to reconcile the Vivek she knew with the man Asha was describing. But she couldn't deny the change in her friend's demeanor. She seemed happier, more confident.

Ritika listened intently as Asha shared her weekend with Vivek, marveling at how different he was in the bedroom. She couldn't help but feel a pang of envy when Asha mentioned his attentiveness and the way he seemed to truly enjoy pleasuring her. Asha couldn't help but take note of a particular detail: Vivek loved woman's juicy navel. This small, innocent gesture had left a lasting impression on Asha. She couldn't help but feel flattered and special knowing that he had found her navel so attractive. It was as if Vivek had seen something in her that her husband hadn't noticed before.It was clear that Asha had experienced a level of pleasure and intimacy with Vivek that she had never known with her own husband. As Asha continued to share her experiences with Vivek, Ritika found it harder and harder to hide her envy. She had never imagined that Vivek could make Asha feel so good. It was almost as if he had unlocked some secret part of her that her husband hadn't been able to reach. Ritika felt a mixture of happiness for her friend and jealousy for the experiences she had shared with Vivek.Ritika found herself asking Asha more and more questions about her time with Vivek. She was curious about the details of their intimacy, fascinated by the way he made her feel so desired. Ritika's perspective about Vivek changed. She began to see him in a new light, not just as her colleague, but as a desirable and skilled lover. The way Asha had described their weekend together made her imagine what it would be like to experience that kind of passion and intimacy. Ritika couldn't help but feel aroused by Asha's stories about Vivek. She couldn't shake the desire to experience that kind of passion and intimacy with her own husband, Hemant. She decided that she wanted to spice things up in her own relationship. She asked Hemant about trying out some new things in the bedroom, hoping that it would help rekindle the passion they once shared. To her surprise, Hemant was open to the idea. They discussed their fantasies and desires, and began to explore new ways to please each other. Ritika found herself more in tune with her body and more confident in expressing her needs to her husband. As they experimented in the bedroom, Ritika couldn't help but think back to Asha and her time with Vivek. She was grateful for the impact it had on her friend, but she also couldn't help but feel a twinge of jealousy. She knew that she would never be able to experience what Asha had with Vivek, but she was determined to make the most of her own relationship with Hemant. Ritika found herself increasingly dissatisfied with Hemant's efforts in the bedroom. Despite their attempts to spice things up, she couldn't help but feel that something was missing. Hemant simply couldn't match the intensity and skill that Vivek had shown with Asha. She tried to be understanding, but the gap between what she wanted and what she was experiencing with her husband grew wider.

Asha's transfer request was approved, but until she moved to her husband, every night she was having sex with Vivek. As the days passed, Ritika couldn't help but feel increasingly envious of Asha's situation. She listened to her friend's stories about their nightly encounters with a mixture of longing and jealousy. Despite Ritika's efforts to rekindle the passion in her own relationship, she couldn't shake the feeling that something was missing. The more she heard about Asha and Vivek's intimate moments, the more she wanted the same for herself.The thought of having an affair with Vivek crossed her mind, but she quickly dismissed it. She couldn't betray her husband like that. Instead, she continued to focus on her relationship with Hemant, hoping that they could find a way to bridge the gap between their desires and their reality. Ritika tried her best to ignore the growing desire she felt for Vivek. She knew that it was wrong to feel this way about her colleague, but she couldn't help the way her body reacted whenever she saw him. Ritika was trying hard to remain faithful to her husband, but the feelings she had for Vivek were becoming increasingly difficult to ignore.

One day while she was draping the saree around her waist, she couldn't help but observe her own navel. It was round and deep. She remembered Asha saying that Vivek liked woman's juicy navel. Instead of wearing a normal saree, she wore a transparent saree to impress Vivek.When Vivek saw Ritika wearing the transparent saree, he couldn't help but notice her juicy navel. His eyes traced the curve of her stomach, lingering at the small indentation before traveling up to meet her gaze. She felt a shiver run down her spine as their eyes locked. It was clear that Vivek found her navel as arousing as she had hoped. As the day progressed, Ritika found herself becoming increasingly aware of his gaze whenever she moved, revealing more of her navel. The tension between them grew, and she couldn't help but wonder if this meant that Vivek was interested in pursuing something more with her. Hemant picks Ritika daily at around six in the evening, after picking their son Akash from his school.But that day, Vivek deliberately set a meeting with Ritika at around six in the evening. By six in the evening, only Vivek and Ritika were left in the office. Hemant had informed Ritika that he was running bit late and will reach her office by the time she finishes her meeting with Vivek.As Ritika entered Vivek's cabin, her heart raced with anticipation. She couldn't deny the desire she felt for him any longer. Vivek closed the door behind her, locking them in together. He walked around the desk, his eyes never leaving hers. Vivek praised her beauty in that transparent saree, while staring at her juicy navel. His eyes traveled up to meet hers, and she could feel the heat radiating from his gaze. There was tremendous silence in the cabin. Vivek took a pencil and inserted the sharped corner into Ritika's navel. As the sharp tip of the pencil touched her navel, Ritika let out a soft moan. She felt a wave of pleasure wash over her, intensified by the forbidden nature of their encounter. Vivek smiled, his eyes darkening as he continued to toy with her navel, using the pencil to tease her navel and arouse her. Ritika's breathing became labored as Vivek continued to play with her navel. She closed her eyes, unable to believe the intense pleasure she was feeling. She wanted more, she needed more. Vivek pushed Ritika against the wall and inserted his finger into her navel, cirel. As he thrust his finger in and out of her navel, Ritika arched her back, moaning softly. The sensation was unlike anything she had ever felt before. It was intense and pleasurable, and it left her wanting more. Vivek's touch was so skillful, so knowing, that she felt like he was touching her very soul. 

As Ritika's saree pallu fell off, revealing her ample breasts and the sexy cleavage, Vivek could not resist any longer. As Vivek knelt down and held Ritika's waist, he blew air into her navel, causing her to gasp and arch her back even more. The sensation was unlike anything she had ever felt before. It was as if her entire being was focused on that one small point, and every nerve ending in her body was on fire. He continued to blow air into her navel, alternating between gentle puffs and deeper breaths, each time sending shockwaves of pleasure through her. Ritika felt as though she was losing control, as her body responded to Vivek's touch in ways she never knew possible. Just as Vivek leaned in to taste Ritika's navel, her phone rang. It was Hemant. Reluctantly, she answered the call. "Hello, dear," she said, her voice shaky. Right then, Vivek inserted his tongue into Ritika's navel and started sucking it, while she was talking to her husband Hemant. As Ritika's husband Hemant chatted away on the phone, she could hardly focus on their conversation. All she could think about was the way Vivek's tongue was thrusting in and out of her navel, his lips wrapped around her flesh. She bit her lip to stifle a moan, feeling a mixture of shame and intense arousal coursing through her. Hemant, oblivious to the erotic scene playing out behind him, continued to chat away, asking about her day and asking how long will the meeting go on. She wanted to beg Vivek for more, but she couldn't bring herself to break the illusion that she was just having a normal conversation with her husband. Vivek was biting the flesh around her navel and making Ritika go crazy, as she still was still on phone talking to her husband. 

Ritika told Hemant that she will be done with the meeting in fifteen minutes. As she spoke, Vivek continued to pleasure her, sucking on her navel with increased vigor. She tried to maintain her composure, but it was becoming increasingly difficult as the pleasure coursed through her body. She wanted to beg Vivek to stop, just so she could focus on Hemant's voice, but she was so consumed by the sensation that she couldn't bring herself to do it. Ritika begged Vivek that her husband and son were waiting for her, but she didn't want to stop feeling his touch. She needed more. Her body was on fire, and she couldn't help but arch her back into Vivek's touch. He increased the intensity, sucking harder on her navel and causing her to moan louder. Her fingers dug into his shoulders as she struggled to maintain control. Ritika felt guilty that a man other than her husband was sucking her navel, while her husband and son were waiting for her outside. She wanted to stop, to end this forbidden encounter, but the pleasure was too intense. She moaned loudly, unable to hold back any longer. Vivek seemed to sense her inner turmoil and increased the pace, his tongue thrusting in and out of her navel, his lips sucking harder. She clutched at his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin, as she arched her back, losing herself to the sensation. Her body was on fire, every nerve ending screaming for more.

Finally, Ritika managed to gather enough strength to push Vivek away. Her breath came in ragged gasps as she tried to steady herself. "I...I have to go," she panted, her voice shaky. "I can't...do this anymore."  Ritika adjusted her saree and her hair, trying to regain some composure before she faced Hemant and her son. As she stood up, she glanced at Vivek, feeling a mixture of shame and desire in her eyes.With one final look at Vivek, she turned and walked out of the room, her steps unsteady and her body still trembling from the intense pleasure she had just experienced.As she walked toward her family, she wondered how she would ever be able to forget this moment. Ritika's navel was still wet with Vivek's saliva when she met Hemant and her son. Ritika met her husband's gaze, feeling a mixture of guilt and shame. Ritika tried to maintain her composure as she walked towards her family, but the sensations from Vivek's touch still lingered in her body, making it difficult to appear normal. Her heart raced and her cheeks flushed as she faced her husband Hemant, wondering how she would ever be able to explain away the wetness on her navel. She wanted nothing more than to retreat back into the office and be alone, to process the intense emotions and desires that had been awakened within her.As they walked towards the car, Ritika's son looked up at her with curiosity in his eyes. She felt a pang of guilt wash over her, wondering what he could sense from her erratic behavior. Hemant, oblivious to his wife's inner turmoil, chatted amiably about their plans for dinner. Ritika forced a smile and nodded along, struggling to keep her thoughts from drifting back to Vivek and the forbidden pleasure she had experienced. The ride home was excruciatingly long for Ritika. Every bump in the road seemed to send a shockwave through her body, reminding her of Vivek's touch. She felt trapped, unable to escape the memories and desires that were consuming her. 

Next day evening, Ritika and Vivek were desperately waiting for the last person to leave. Finally, the last person left the office, and Ritika and Vivek were alone. Ritika closed the door behind them. Even though she knew her husband Hemant and her son would be there any minute, she didn't mind to make them wait, until Vivek sucked her navel and gave her the pleasure. Just then her husband called her. She asked them to wait for sometime as she was busy with Vivek discussing something important thing. While talking to her husband she offered her navel to Vivek. Ritika felt her body tremble with anticipation as Vivek's lips wrapped around her navel. She closed her eyes, savoring the sensation as he sucked harder, his hot breath sending waves of pleasure through her. She moaned softly, her hands tangled in his hair, urging him to go deeper. The feel of his tongue on her sensitive skin was overwhelming, and she couldn't help but arch her back into his touch. Her breath came in ragged gasps, her mind filled with nothing but the intense pleasure coursing through her veins. As Vivek continued to suck on her navel, she felt her body growing closer to the edge of ecstasy, her thoughts spinning out of control. She wanted more, and she knew that if she didn't stop him soon, she might lose herself completely.

As Vivek led Ritika to the window, they could see her husband Hemant and their son waiting outside. The sight of them waiting patiently, unaware of the passionate interlude they had just shared, only served to heighten Ritika's arousal.Ritika's heart raced as she gazed out the window, watching her husband and son. Their innocent faces were a stark contrast to the desire coursing through her veins. She let out a soft moan, arching her back into Vivek's touch as he sucked harder on her navel. The sensation was almost unbearable, her body trembling with the need for release. Ritika's heart ached as she looked at her husband and son, feeling a deep sense of guilt and betrayal. She knew she should be with them, not here with Vivek, enjoying these forbidden pleasures. But she couldn't deny the desire that burned inside her, the need for his touch. She wanted to be free from this constant struggle, to be able to fully embrace her desires without hurting those she loved.As Vivek continued to pleasure her, she closed her eyes, trying to focus on the sensation, to lose herself in the moment. But her thoughts kept drifting back to her family, and she knew that eventually she would have to face them. Ritika's body ached with desire as she continued to watch her husband and son. She wanted to feel Vivek's touch all over her, but the guilt weighed heavily on her heart. She tried to focus on the pleasure he was giving her, hoping that it would help drown out the nagging voice in her head. As Vivek's tongue danced across her sensitive skin, she let out a soft moan, her hips instinctively moving towards him. But even as her body betrayed her, she knew that she couldn't continue like this. She had to end it before it went too far.

With a deep breath, she pulled away from Vivek, trying to steady her racing heart. "I... I need to go," she said, her voice shaking. "I'm sorry." She turned back to the window, her eyes fixed on her husband and son, as if she could will them to disappear. But they were still there, waiting patiently, oblivious to the turmoil inside her. She wished she could be the wife and mother they deserved, but right now she felt like a stranger to herself. Just before Ritika left, Vivek proposed to go on an official trip for a week, so that they can get ample amount of privacy. Ritika got confused as what to say to Vivek. She said she will check with her husband.As Ritika stepped out of the office, she felt a mixture of emotions coursing through her. Part of her wanted to jump into Vivek's arms and tell him yes, they could go on the trip together. But another part of her knew that she couldn't leave her family, couldn't betray their trust. She needed to find a way to balance her desires with her responsibilities. Ritika told her husband Hemant about the upcoming official trip, feeling guilty as she spoke. She tried to explain the situation to him, but her words felt hollow even to her own ears. Hemant was understanding at first, but as she continued to speak, his expression turned distant. "I don't know, Ritika... It's our anniversary next week. I was really looking forward to spending time with just the two of us." He sighed heavily, running a hand through his hair. "I don't know. I need some time to think about it."

As Ritika listened to her husband's words, her heart sank. She knew that she had hurt him, and that the damage might be irreparable. She wished there was another way, some way to balance her desires with her commitments to her family. Ritika felt a surge of hope as her husband finally agreed to let her go on the trip.The thought of spending a week alone with Vivek filled her with desire, but the knowledge that she was betraying her husband weighed heavily on her mind. As the week passed, Ritika found herself counting down the hours until she could finally leave for her trip with Vivek. The anticipation was both exhilarating and terrifying, as she struggled with the knowledge that she was about to betray her husband and son. She tried to focus on the positive, telling herself that this was a chance to rediscover herself and her desires, to find a way to balance her conflicting roles. When the day finally arrived, she bid a tearful farewell to Hemant and their son, promising to bring them back a special souvenir. Vivek himself came to pick up Ritika from her home, his eyes shining with anticipation. As they drove away from her house, Ritika could feel her heart racing with excitement and guilt in equal measure. The thought of spending a week alone with Vivek was both thrilling and terrifying, and she couldn't help but wonder how she would manage to keep her emotions in check.

As they arrived at their luxurious resort, Vivek led Ritika to their honeymoon suite, his hand possessively gripping her own. The suite was breathtaking, with a private pool and an unobstructed view of the ocean. "This is amazing," she breathed, taking in the opulence around her. "Thank you, Vivek. It's perfect." He smiled, his eyes sparkling with desire. "I'm glad you like it. I've been looking forward to this for so long." Ritika blushed as she changed into the red transparent saree Vivek had bought for her. It was far more revealing than anything she'd worn in years, and she felt a mixture of embarrassment and excitement as she looked at herself in the mirror. "Vivek?" she called out tentatively, stepping into the living room. He turned around, his eyes widening as he took in her appearance. "You look... incredible," he managed to say, his voice thick with desire. She smiled shyly, feeling a wave of desire wash over her in return. 

Ritika's heart raced as Vivek got down on his knees and started kissing her navel, his lips trailing lower. She moaned softly, arching her back as he continued his exploration. His hands moved up to cup her breasts, his thumbs circling her nipples until they hardened. She felt a shudder of desire run through her, and she could feel herself growing wet between her legs. Ritika was glad that they were all alone and no disturbance from her husband and her son. Even though she was feeling guilty of betraying her husband, the pleasure from Vivek was more than enough to subside that guilt feeling. As Vivek continued to pleasure her, Ritika felt her body growing more and more sensitive. She arched her back, moaning loudly as he teased her mercilessly. Her hips began to move in time with his touch, urging him on. The feeling of being so desired and wanted was overwhelming, and she couldn't help but lose herself in the moment. Vivek lifted her and took her into the bed room. He placed her on the bed and started sucking her navel.  Ritika's moans filled the room as Vivek's lips and tongue danced around her navel. She felt herself growing closer and closer to the edge, her body tense and ready to explode. When he finally lifted his head and looked up at her, his eyes burning with desire, she knew she couldn't hold back any longer. Vivek removed her blouse and bra, and started sucking her nipples very hard.Ritika gasped as Vivek's hot breath fanned across her nipples, his teeth grazing gently against her sensitive skin. She arched her back, pressing herself into his mouth. She felt his hand slide down between their bodies, his fingers teasing at the wetness between her legs. His touch was so gentle, yet so powerful that she could feel herself growing closer and closer to the edge. Finally, Vivek positioned himself above her and thrust his hips forward, burying himself deep inside her. Ritika cried out in pleasure as she felt him filling her completely. He began to move, his hips slapping against hers in a rhythm that was both familiar and exhilarating. She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him closer, urging him on. The feeling of being so intimately connected to Vivek was overwhelming, and she knew there was no turning back now.

Ritika moaned loudly as Vivek fucked her crazily, his hips slapping against hers in a rhythm that was both primal and irresistible. She arched her back, her nails digging into his shoulders as he thrust deeper and harder, claiming her body over and over again. The pleasure coursed through her veins, making it impossible to think about anything else but the feeling of being so desired and wanted by Vivek. As their passionate lovemaking continued, Ritika felt herself growing closer and closer to the edge. She could feel the familiar tingling sensation building deep in her core, spreading outward through her entire body. With a cry of release, she threw her head back and surrendered to the most intense orgasm of her life. Her body arched violently off the bed, her nails digging into Vivek's shoulders as waves of pleasure washed over her. He continued to thrust inside her, his eyes locked on hers, his expression one of pure ecstasy. When at last she came back down to earth, they collapsed together on the bed, their chests heaving and their skin slick with sweat.  Ritika regained her composure after some time and called her husband Hemant to let him know she reached safely. He sounded relieved and happy to hear from her. But deep down she knew that she had just committed a sin and she was feeling guilty. As the night progressed, Vivek and Ritika found themselves lost in a passionate haze of desire. Their lovemaking was uninhibited and intense, as if they were trying to make up for all the years they had spent apart. They moved together in a frenzied dance, their bodies becoming entwined in a symphony of desire. Ritika felt herself growing wetter and wetter beneath Vivek's touch, her cries of pleasure filling the room. He moved inside her with a relentless determination, his hips slapping against hers in a rhythm that threatened to drive them both to the edge. And when they finally reached that point, when they could feel themselves teetering on the brink of release, they held on to each other, their bodies trembling and their hearts racing as they rode out the most exquisite waves of pleasure they had ever experienced. Ritika knew she had betrayed her husband and that this night had changed everything. But for now, as they lay together in the quiet aftermath, she couldn't help but feel a sense of peace and contentment wash over her.

At the midnight of her marriage anniversay Hemant was trying to call Ritika to wish her.Hemant called Ritika several times, but she didn't pick up.As the clock struck midnight, Hemant finally gave up and went to sleep, his heart heavy with disappointment and confusion. Little did he know that Ritika was still awake, lost in a world of passion with Vivek. Ritika moaned loudly as Vivek's hips slapped against hers, his erect member thrusting deep inside her. Her body arched off the bed, her nails digging into the sheets as she felt the familiar tingling sensation building within her. She tried to ignore the persistent ringing of her phone, but it was impossible to ignore the growing ache in her heart. Hemant's voice, full of love and concern, played over and over again in her head, a painful reminder of what she was doing. Yet, she couldn't help but surrender to the overwhelming desire that consumed her, the need for Vivek's touch that had haunted her. As their lovemaking reached its climax, Ritika cried out his name, her body shuddering with release. Vivek collapsed beside her, their bodies still entwined, their breathing labored and ragged. Ritika finally gathered the strength to call Hemant and wish him on their marriage anniversary. Her voice was shaky and filled with guilt as she tried to apologize for not picking up his calls earlier. She tried her best to remain calm while talking to her husband. As the weight of her betrayal settled heavily on her shoulders, Ritika couldn't help but feel crushed between the memories of her loving husband and the passionate night she had just shared with Vivek. As the marriage anniversary night wore on, their lovemaking only intensified. Vivek took possession of Ritika, his movements growing more urgent and demanding. He pounded into her with a frenzied desperation, as if he were trying to claim her body as his own. Her cries of pleasure filled the room, intermingling with the sound of their bodies slapping together in rhythmic unison. Ritika felt herself being stretched and filled to the brink, the pleasure so intense it threatened to consume her. When at last they both climaxed together, their bodies intertwined in a tangle of sweat-slick limbs, Vivek collapsed heavily on top of her, his chest heaving as he fought to catch his breath. For a moment, they were both lost in the haze of their shared passion.

Ritika called Asha to meet her at a coffee shop.Ritika confessed to Asha that Vivek had always known how to satisfy her sexually, something that Hemant had never quite managed to do. The passion and intimacy they shared went beyond anything she had experienced with her husband. Despite the guilt and turmoil she felt, Ritika couldn't deny the fact that she had found a new level of happiness and fulfillment with Vivek. When Asha asked Ritika is she wishes to continue her extramarital affair with Vivek. Ritika paused for a moment, thinking deeply about her feelings. "I don't know," she finally said. "I love Hemant, and I can't just throw away everything we've built together. But... I can't deny the connection I feel with Vivek. I'm torn between my love for Hemant and this new passion that I've found with Vivek."