The Husband Sitter
The Complete Four Part Other Woman Series
All four parts of The Husband Sitter in one volume. If you have already read Parts 1 to 4, this book contains no new material.
Riya is twenty-four when it starts and twenty-six when it ends. She runs a business called The Sitter out of a flat on Cart Road in Shimla. A woman leaves her house; Riya goes in and holds it together until she comes back.
Cooking on the invoice. Housekeeping on the invoice. Company on the invoice, because company is work.
Nothing else. Ever. The moment a thing goes on the invoice she has to do it, and the moment she has to do it, it stops being hers.
PART 1: THE CONCEPT. A husband asks for photographs — not of the cooking. Riya puts the phone down and works out, that morning, exactly what goes on the invoice and what never will. Eleven days later Tara Oberoi books her for a weekend and asks her almost nothing at all. She is going to be out of town. Her husband is not.
PART 2: THE SCARE. A man books her himself and tells her his wife suggested it. He is the best night of her life. His wife is not in Bangalore, and Riya finds out the next morning while he is in the shower. She writes six rules that afternoon. Then an Australian woman rings about a Saturday for herself and her husband, and Riya — who by now asks whose idea it was before she asks anything else — says yes.
PART 3: THE CONFLICT. A wife buys lingerie, asks another woman to wear it with her husband, and asks for it back afterwards. Then a small town starts talking. She takes a booking from her closest friend, and recognises the husband from her own past. She learns later that he recognised her a fortnight before she arrived and has been waiting. What happens across two feet of sofa is the best night of her life, and neither of them touches the other at any point, and it costs her more than anything on the invoice ever has.
PART 4: THE GROWTH. A booking from four thousand kilometres outside the only network that has ever talked about her. Then a café table where a stranger tells her to take her own face off, a mother who arrives in Shimla to shut the business down, a room she wants to walk into and does not, and a Tuesday afternoon when the woman from one floor below knocks on her door for the second time in two and a half years.
Four parts. One woman who decided what was on the invoice, and two and a half years finding out what that cost.
Four parts in one volume, about 90,000 words • Other woman • Wife arranges it • MFM and FFM • Interracial • Age gap and older man • Orgasm denial • First time with a woman • Indian heroine throughout • Shimla, Lucknow and Nairobi • One frightening non-violent sequence • One terminal illness • Explicit throughout
Explicit. 18+ Adults only. Parts 1 to 4 are also available separately.
A glimpse beneath the sheets…
A glimpse from Part 1:The Concept
Riya is twenty-four and runs a business called The Sitter out of a flat in Shimla. A woman leaves her house; Riya goes in and holds it together until she comes back. Cooking, housekeeping, company — and nothing else on the invoice, ever, because the moment a thing goes on the invoice she has to do it, and the moment she has to do it, it stops being hers. Tara Oberoi has booked her for a weekend and asked her almost nothing. Tara is at a conference in Delhi. Her husband Vikram is not.
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He was not angling for anything. He had accepted the previous evening’s answer and was sitting with me in the aftermath of a cricket match, which I found more compelling than any deliberate move he could have made.
I turned my head. He turned his.
“If sleep stays difficult like last night,” I said, “I could help with that.”
He looked at me with the careful attention of a man making sure he has understood. Not hesitating. Confirming.
Then he reached up and touched my jaw, and his thumb went, without any deliberation at all, to the small dark mark high on my cheek that my mother has been offering to have removed for as long as I have had a say in it.
“I have been looking at that all evening,” he said.
“I know,” I said. “I let you.”
He kissed me and it was tentative for about half a second, and then I turned into his hand and whatever was tentative dissolved.
He got his tongue in my mouth. I gave him room and took it back, and he made a low sound about that against my teeth. I bit his lower lip, not gently, to find out what he did.
What he did was get both hands into my hair and hold my head still.
“Bedroom,” I said, into his mouth.
“Which?”
“I don’t care.”
He took me to theirs.
He got the lamp on and then he stopped being careful.
He had my kurta up over my head before I had my arms free of it. My hair came with it, and he did not notice. The drawstring beat him. He pulled at it twice and made it worse. I felt him give up on it entirely and get both hands under the waistband instead and shove it all down at once.
A day and a half of a man being extremely polite in his own kitchen, and this is what was underneath it. I had put it there on purpose, and there is no version of me that objects to being on the receiving end of it.
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PART 1: THE CONCEPT. A husband asks for photographs — not of the cooking. Riya puts the phone down and works out, that morning, exactly what goes on the invoice and what never will. Eleven days later Tara Oberoi books her for a weekend and asks her almost nothing at all. She is going to be out of town. Her husband is not.
PART 2: THE SCARE. A man books her himself and tells her his wife suggested it. He is the best night of her life. His wife is not in Bangalore, and Riya finds out the next morning while he is in the shower. She writes six rules that afternoon. Then an Australian woman rings about a Saturday for herself and her husband, and Riya — who by now asks whose idea it was before she asks anything else — says yes.
PART 3: THE CONFLICT. She takes a booking from her closest friend, and recognizes the husband from her own past. She learns later that he recognised her a fortnight before she arrived and has been waiting. What happens across two feet of sofa is the best night of her life, and neither of them touches the other at any point, and it costs her more than anything on the invoice ever has.
PART 4: THE GROWTH. A booking from four thousand kilometres outside the only network that has ever talked about her. Then a café table where a stranger tells her to take her own face off, a mother who arrives in Shimla to shut the business down, a room she wants to walk into and does not, and a Tuesday afternoon when the woman from one floor below knocks on her door for the second time in two and a half years.
Four parts. One woman who decided what was on the invoice, and spent two and a half years finding out what that cost.
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