Between Heaven & Hell

Warning ⚠️ : This whole story is about Nandini and her life with Armaan. Her character made your blood boil in rage and forced you to leave the story in the middle. Armaan's character is again very complicated and makes you feel like strangling the writer. Be careful while reading. Heavy moans filled the room. The bed creaking noises could also be heard. It went on for some more minutes after which a shrieked moan of a woman was heard indicating she had orgasmed. "So, are you staying tonight?" Asked Aryan after some moments of silence they took to catch their breaths. "You know I can't. I have a husband at home. And moreover, today's our marriage anniversary. I need to be with him today at least." Nandini replied "Yeah right, your beloved husband, who takes such good care of you." Aryan mocked "Whatever! But at the end of the day he is still my husband and is still your best friend." Nandini replied, glaring back at him. "Stop with the friend nonsense already. It might make me feel guilty, you know." Aryan ridiculed getting up from the bed, trying to collect his clothes. He took his shirt and wore it, putting on the buttons next. Nandini too got out of the blanket and out of the bed and moved towards him. "You might feel guilty? Seriously? Of all people, you are never gonna feel guilty of destroying so many lives." She scoffed at him while her hand traveled across her face, softly tracing his features. He surely was handsome, or beautiful if you could say. Ever since childhood, he had been the ideal guy for all the girls he had met. Tall, wheatish, handsome with sharp eagle eyes and straight nose and a sharp jawline combined with broad shoulders and a godly physique. He was a writer by profession and had always been good with words, may it be to flirt with someone or to get his way out of a relationship. Yeah, that's what it was for him. He never took any relationships seriously. For him everything was just fun and games. He was what is called the typical 'playboy' guy. But still he would always get away with every trouble. Aryan laughed lightly at Nandini's remark. Oh he looks ethereal, she thought. But the very next instance her husband's face flashed in front of her and she came out of her trance. "I have to go now," she said, stepping back a little, looking around for her clothes. "Are you sure you want to go? Can't you stay for a second round?" Aryan asked her seductively, walking towards her and grabbing her left breast. He then squeezed her breast lightly and bent forward to kiss her. "I have to go" she said, almost in a whisper, turning her head to the right to avoid his kiss, cause she knew she would melt down if he did so. "I am not asking if you have to, just tell me if you want to or not, and we can figure this out" Aryan whispered in her left ear seductively and slowly. All this while his thumb kept moving over her n****e lighlty, touching her just enough to turn her on. "I really have to go back, Aryan. I really want to. It's our marriage anniversary today." Nandini said, stepping back again and looking him dead seriously in the eyes. She had already thought of this situation in her head a lot of times before it actually happened and maybe that's what gave her the courage to refuse the impossible guy in front of her even after being so turned on herself. But she knew that being with her husband on their marriage anniversary was the least she could do after going behind his back to f**k his childhood best friend. "f*****g marriage anniversary!" He almost yelled looking away "It's not like I am the only one you have." She said, rolling her eyes. By now she had worn her panties and had picked up her bra and was wearing it. "You know it's not the same with them, baby. The spark I feel with you, just isn't there with them." He replied walking towards her back to buckle up her bra and then planted a kiss on the back of her neck. Though on other days Nandini would have fallen prey to his sweet tongue and soft gestures even after knowing none of them was true but today she knew better than to make her husband angry. "I will come visit you tomorrow, I swear. But I really have to go now." She said, putting on her dress. She then walked to the living room to collect her office bag and phone. Her shoes too laid there from when they had begun their makeout session on the sofa. She wore the shoes and then turned to look at Aryan who was standing there with a sluken face. "I said I will be here tomorrow. And I will stay tomorrow, don't worry. Bye now." She said as she bent forward to kiss him which he reciprocated by kissing her ferociously. After which she bid him a goodbye and left the place after collecting all her things. Aryan then closed the door behind her and turned back, taking his phone in his hand, walking towards his bedroom to tidy it up a bit while dialing a particular number. "Oh hey Tara. Are you done with your office? Oh great! Yeah, just come over directly." He spoke into the phone excitedly. .............................. Dr. Armaan had been busy in the psychiatric ward of the hospital the whole day, just like everyday. He had reached the hospital at sharp 9 am, taken the round of the wards, interacted with the patients in the ward for some two hours and then went and sat in his cabin for the new incoming patients. When he was done attending the OPD patients, he went to walk through the criminal psychiatric ward patients. There were just two patients in this ward, who had their beds on two opposite sides of the ward. A police constable would always be around to keep an eye on them but they were sometimes too hard to handle. One of the patients was a middle aged guy of nearly forty years. He was mentally ill since childhood but his parents had hid the fact. But when his mother died, his condition worsened and he killed his own father and sister and lived with their dead body for five whole days till a neighbour found his in his house along with the two dead bodies and informed the police. When taken into custody and during the trial, his mental illness was detected and he was sent to the psychiatric ward by the judge. The other one was a serial killer. He had gone on a killing spree after his wife, who he loved so dearly, ran away from him with her lover. He was sick since then and had taken up to kill random women who he found were cheating on their husbands. When found guilty in court, the judge and doctors also noticed his mental state and decided to send him for psychiatric treatment before sending him to jail. And so he ended up here in the hands of Dr. Armaan. Both of these people would go on for hours sitting silent and then would go on for hours shouting nonsense and telling their stories on repeat to the constables present there. On some occasions they had also tried attacking the constable or showing anger on him when he refused them to leave the ward. But the whole situation was different when Dr. Armaan would enter the room. Doctor had already informed the constables to leave the ward when he comes on round to visit the patient. And when the constables tried to reason with him that it was not safe for him to be alone with them, he smiled and replied, 'I want to talk heart to heart with my patients and I want my patients to trust me. Which can only happen if I trust them. So, just leave us alone when I come to have a chat with them' he had said. And just like that, everyday he would talk with these two for half or one hour. And none of them ever attacked him. In fact both of them seemed to be a bit scared of him. But on the other side, they had also calmed down compared to before and seemed to be making progress in their condition. And just like everyday, he came to visit them after which he left for lunch. He had lunch in a restaurant near his personal clinic which he used to visit after the hospital duty. And after dealing with some more appointments he was done for the day. Usually his clinic would be open till eight or even nine pm, but today he had wrapped up everything by six, because it wasn't any ordinary day, it was his second marriage anniversary with his beloved wife, Nandini. Just as the clock striked six, he leaned back in his chair and took a deep breath. After which he opened the third drawer of his office table and took out a blue coloured velvet box and opened it, double checking the content. Inside was a beautiful diamond necklace he had got for his wife as an anniversary gift. He put the box in his office bag and got up to leave. On his way out he greeted his receptionist, Anjali and waved her goodbye after a brief chit chat. Once home, he knocked on the door. Nandini opened the door. She was wearing a peach coloured bathrobe with a towel in her hand, with which she was probably drying her hairs, and her wet hairs left ajar. She indeed looked sexy. Even after two years of being with her in this marriage, Armaan could never get enough of her. He stared at her for a good minute, smiling all this while. "Are you just gonna keep staring at me? Or do you plan on coming inside, Mr. Husband?" She asked his seductively. He stepped inside the house still staring at the beautiful lady in front of him. He then stepped back to close the front door and locked it later. "I am sorry, I know you told me to get ready by seven, but I just got caught up in some office work and couldn't leave earlier. Just give me fifteen minutes and I will be ready." She said as she turned and left to go back to their shared bedroom. Armaan followed behind her. She then went and stood in front of the mirror again and continued towel drying the hairs. Armaan couldn't stop himself anymore now. He went behind her and grabbed her waist from behind. She looked at him through the mirror but before she could say him anything, he had untied the robe. He didn't took off the robe but instead put his hand inside it, tracing her stomach, softly and slowly. His hand then went up towards her chest, his fingertips tracing the skin between her breasts. She wasn't wearing a bra, making it even easier for him to tease her. His index finger slowly started tracing the outline of her left breast. He then grasped the same breast and squeezed it tightly, once, twice and then again and again. She was turned on by now and wanted more of it. She started rubbing herself over him. He now tightly grasped her breast while his thumb kept playing with her n****e. As a response she started rubbing her ass over his crotch. He then took off her bathrobe completely, in one swift motion. He then looked at her through the mirror as she too looked into the mirror, looking at the reflection of two of them. Her bare breast and black panties were on display making her look a hundred times sexier than she was in the bathrobe when Armaan saw her at the door. While Armaan was still in his work clothes, a navy blue shirt properly put into a black trouser, paired with formal shoes and round specs. But despite the oh so typical look, he looked good. Not as good as Aryan of course but still better than most of the men in this attire. Armaan's hands then found their way back to her breast, first holding them softly and then squeezing them tightly. A light moan left her mouth at the combination of pain and pleasure that she felt. Armaan got even more aroused hearing that light moan, so he turned her around and smashed his lips on her, kissing her roughly. Her hands moved to the buttons of his shirt and started undoing it. Within a minute, his clothes were off and both of them were only in their underwear. Armaan then carried Nandini to the bed and put her down, placing himself over her next. His lips found her breast and started sucking on the right one, while his hand played with her left breast. He also started rubbing himself over her clothed core, while continuing to suck over her n*****s. His tongue moved softly over the tip of her n****e followed by his mouth sucking harshly over them. Occassionally, he would also use his teeth in between. Once satisfied with his work on the right breast, he moved to the left one and continued the same sequence. All this while Nandini's hands were in his hairs, pulling him more into herself. Once done with both of her breast, his hand found its way inside her panties. He could feel her wetness. He started rubbing her clit with his thumb and then suddenly he instered his index finger into her hole. She gasped but then opened her legs more for him. He was gonna enter one more finger into her but just then he noticed a bruise mark on her neck. "What's that? Who did that?" He spat out suddenly, discontinuing his work down there and moving up to take a closer look at the mark. "What?" Nandini said not having any idea what he was talking about. "Did someone grasp your throat? Did you have a fight with someone? Who was it? Tell me. I am gonna personally take care of that person." He spat out angrily. "No, it's not that. I did not get into any fight. I probably got hurt then I bumped into the pole outside my office." She lies "Are you sure? Cause it looks like a finger mark to me. You sure someone didn't try to grab your throat? You know, you shouldn't lie to me, right?" He said, almost like a threat to her now. But, well, it was just how Dr. Armaan Singh was. He may appear like a calm and composed guy, but with Nandini he would at times be overprotective and overpossessive. And this was real irritating for her. Because she never knew when he will get triggered by smallest of a thing and bash out or abuse the person involved. She had episodes of embarrassment due to this nature of her husband a couple of times in some parties. After which, she rarely goes to these parties, and even if she does, she tries not to take Armaan with her. "Positive" she replied, trying to console him. But she knew better than this. She knew that the bruise mark wasn't due to any injury she suffered by bumping into the pole, but it's from when Aryan had held her throat while choking her when they had s*x. She wouldn't let Aryan mark her, bite her or give her hickeys. She didn't want to leave any proof of the infidelity she was committing, at least not for her husband's eyes. But maybe today, his hand pressed into her throat a bit harder than usual to leave a mark which Armaan didn't miss to notice. But she was sure that he was convinced with the pole thing. "Hmm hmmm" he said as he nodded his head along, still thinking of the reason his wife gave him. "Get up now, remember we had decided to go out today to celebrate. And we got carried away, again." Nandini said, referring to them forgetting that they were supposed to get ready to go out. "Yeah, got carried away after a long time" Armaan whispered to himself "What?" Nandini asked "Hmmm…. Nothing. Let's get ready. I have booked a table at Paradise Inn." He said as he got up and moved towards his cupboard. He didn't even spare another glance at his wife and opened his wardrobe to take out a red shirt and black pants. Nandini too got up and wore her bathrobe back after which she blow dried her hairs with a dryer and put on some light makeup. She next changed into a black dress which ended an inch above her knees and flaunted her curves perfectly. She tied her hair in a high ponytail while her baby hairs covered her forehead giving her an amazing look. On the other hand, Armaan too had got red in the red shirt which looked good in contrast to his fair complexion. Once ready he put on brown loafers and waited for his wife to be done, who came out of the bedroom shortly after and got into her black heels. After which, the couple left their flat hand in hand. Paradise Inn was a fancy restaurant with a lavish rooftop bar and restro. In the past two years, the couple had celebrated more than half of their special occasions here. Both of them had come to love the place for its great ambiance, the rooftop view, the peace and calm atmosphere as well as the taste of food there. Armaan specifically loved their salmon while Nandini was more into Italian food. And although this place was a few kilometers from their house, Mumbai's traffic made it at least half an hour's drive. Once at the restaurant, Armaan handed his car keys to the valet boy and walked inside the building with his wife's hand in his. After being here so many times, he knew his way around pretty well. Not only that, the people here remembered him well. This was another quality of Dr. Armaan, people remembered him quite well. He seemed to affect people on a deeper level. Or maybe it was his piercing gaze which made people conscious and uncomfortable to an extent for them to not forget him. So, the receptionist greeted him, probably with a fake smile as he made his way to the lift. He had pressed the button for the rooftop and the doors were just closing when a hand prevented the lift doors from closing. Both Armaan and Nandini looked ahead, already making space on one side for the unknown person entering the lift when a voice spoke up. "What a pleasant surprise, Armaan!" Aryan said, "And how are you Nandini?" He continued