A/N - Sentences in itallics are thoughts.

Dirty Little Secret

Prologue

Daya turned off the shower and stepped out of the bathroom, steam emanating from his dripping body.

It took him an entire minute to adjust to dim light of the room. The drapes were closed over the windows and the light was very dim casting a warm glow across the room. A log was cracking merrily in the fireplace, its light dancing over the bedroom walls.

On his huge king size bed, he saw his wife Priya wearing a sexy negligee. She was staring at him, her eyes alight with desire.

A knot in his stomach tightened when he looked at her expectant eyes.

"What's up with you?" he asked in a casual voice.

"Nothing, I was getting ready for bed." asked Priya.

"Okay" said Daya.

"Seriously? That's your response?!" said Priya looking agitated.

"Well, what am I supposed to say?" said Daya.

"What the fuck, Daya? What the hell is wrong with you?" said Priya angrily.

"Nothing is wrong with me" said Daya.

"Don't you fucking lie to me. You are not yourself anymore, Daya. We hardly speak these days. Why are you so distant from me? Have I done something wrong?" she asked in a low voice.

Everything is wrong Priya. Everything. My life is a mess. How am I ever going to explain it all to you? How am I going to sort this out?

A light tap on his bare shoulder brought him back from his thoughts.

"Hey are you okay? Just talk to me, please. I know something is not right. Just tell me alright?" said Priya.

"I am fine Priya... really" said Daya.

"Fine if you don't want to talk now, maybe we can do this later" said Priya. "You know what? I still can't get over the fact that you look so sexy wrapped just in that bath towel"

Daya looked at her to find her looking at him with expectant eyes. A wave of guilt arose inside him. She had always been faithful to him. They had a child together... God what have I done?

"I still fall for you, everytime I see you like that." she whispered in his ear.

Daya gave her a small smile but said nothing. He felt fuzzy. His mind was unable to form coherent thoughts. He didn't know how to react.

Priya brushed her lips against his, her hands roaming over his broad shoulders.

No. No. No. I can't give her what she wants. Not now. Not when my heart is somewhere else. It would be unfair to her. It would be unfair to everybody.

Daya pushed her away. "Please not now. I am tired -"

"Please Daya... it has been a long time... I don't remember the last time we had even kissed -"

"Not now. Please try to understand Priya... I am really tired" Daya persisted but she silenced him by kissing him.

"Why don't you just lie down?" she said.

He finally dared to look into her eyes which were full of hope. He couldn't refuse her. She was not at fault. Whatever she said was true. He had felt rather disconnected to her since long time.

"I miss you so much. I miss the old passion between us" she whispered, her eyes shining with tears.

Daya thought about what she said. He doubted whether there was any passion between them. They had made love but he had never felt the fiery need for her, like he felt for Shreya.

He didn't want to do it but he couldn't refuse her tonight. Very reluctantly, he pulled her closer and kissed her softly on her lips.

Pushing him down on the bed, she began to kiss his neck, tracing small circles on his chest. She straddled him and kissed his chest and then she worked her way across his belly, kissing and licking him teasingly.

His body was reacting to her touches, yet it all felt alien. Lying on top of him she began to grind onto him, still clothed in that skimpy negligee.

Daya closed his eyes and a very recent memory came back to him. He could hear the sexy moans clearly in his head. He was amazed how a mere memory of her turned him on in no time. His wife was grinding onto him harder and faster and he could not stifle a moan which escaped his throat.

And then suddenly the she stopped. Daya opened his eyes to find his wife staring at him, her eyes flashing dangerously.

Daya gave her an inquisitive look.

"What the fuck... you sick bastard" said Priya angrily.

"What are the hell are you talking about?" Daya asked unable to understand what had gone wrong. "Are you going to say anything or not?"

"I don't think you were with me while we were in bed just now" said Priya.

"Excuse me?!" said Daya.

"Why the hell were you moaning Shreya's name?" Priya asked looking angry enough to murder him.

"Sh - Shreya's name?" Daya asked, aghast.

"Yes. I heard you say Shreya just now while we were making love in bed" Priya said.

Shit. I am so screwed.

Sneak peek into the next chapter - A brief look at Daya's family life.