“How dare you rape my wife?”, yelled the mad husband-mad in love for a girl who never deserved it for she only knew how to take someone’s feelings to serve her own purpose, may it be Nisha’s or Alok’s. The gentleman, in his early thirties, kicked the half-opened door hard to throw it open. He barged in, gnashing his teeth and closing his fists at the tall, moderately fat, and fair thirty-year-old man on the bed. Payal bulged her eyes and wiped the drop of sweat rolling down her forehead in an attempt to soak the soft skin of her