novelhk Chapter 190: Kavita’s Diary
Chapter 190: Kavita’s Diary
With Kavita’s permission, Rohit entered her private room as casually as possible and closed the door behind him.
The moment he stepped inside, his eyes swept across the surroundings.
As expected, the room was spotless.
Everything was neatly arranged. The bed was perfectly made, the furniture dust-free, and a faint floral fragrance lingered in the air. It was exactly the kind of room he expected Kavita to maintain.
What caught him off guard, however, were the photographs.
Dozens of them.
His gaze moved from one frame to another.
Family trips.
Vacation pictures.
Birthday celebrations.
Even ordinary moments that most people wouldn’t bother preserving.
There was one where Kamalnath was laughing while Kavita fed him cake. Another showed Akhil standing between his parents during a trip to the mountains. Some were blurry candid shots, others professionally taken, but all of them carried the same thing.
Happiness.
A genuine kind.
Rohit’s brows furrowed.
Based on the chat records he had previously read, he had expected a frustrated wife trapped in an unhappy marriage.
Instead, every wall told a different story.
A family that smiled together.
A couple that spent time together.
A home filled with memories.
’Was I mistaken?’ he wondered.
For a moment, doubt crept into his mind.
Then he shook it off.
Photos could lie.
People could pretend.
He wasn’t here to judge their marriage.
He was here for evidence.
Turning his attention back to his objective, Rohit began searching.
The lone bookshelf was his first target.
Law books.
Philosophy books.
Reference materials.
Nothing suspicious.
Next came the wardrobe.
He searched methodically through every shelf.
An old photo album.
A diary used for household budgeting.
A few keepsakes and souvenirs collected over the years.
Again, nothing useful.
His gaze finally settled on the locker.
Fortunately, he already found the key where it was kept.
Rohit reached beneath the mattress and retrieved it.
Before proceeding, he quietly opened the door and peeked outside.
No footsteps.
No voices nearby.
Satisfied, he closed the door again and crouched beside the locker.
The metal door clicked open.
Inside were neatly arranged bundles of cash, gold jewelry, and important valuables—the sort of things one would expect to find in a respectable household.
Then he noticed something tucked beneath a stack of documents.
A diary.
Rohit’s eyes narrowed.
He pulled it out and glanced at the cover.
Five years old.
A slow grin spread across his face.
Now that was interesting.
Rohit flipped open the diary and immediately realized it wasn’t what he had expected.
There were no secret bank accounts.
No hidden transactions.
No incriminating confessions.
Instead, he found the life story of an ordinary woman.
Page after page detailed Kavita’s efforts to become a better wife and mother.
She had apparently started the diary 5 years ago as a personal exercise, recording her mistakes, successes, worries, and daily experiences.
Most of it was painfully mundane.
Notes about Akhil’s grades.
Shopping expenses.
Vacation plans.
Arguments with the maid.
Reminders about doctor appointments.
The funny thing was that despite being married to Kamalnath for years, she still occasionally compared him to more handsome men their age. Yet every complaint was followed by an admission that she loved him regardless.
Their marriage had been arranged.
She hadn’t even liked him much in the beginning.
Somehow, over the years, affection had quietly taken root.
Rohit continued turning pages.
Kavita’s life wasn’t glamorous.
Despite being married to a successful judge, she preferred managing most household responsibilities herself. Apart from one maid, she handled everything personally and seemed genuinely proud of it.
Akhil’s studies.
Family vacations.
Household budgeting.
Kamalnath forgetting important dates.
Kamalnath misplacing his belongings.
Kamalnath refusing to take care of his health.
The entries blended together into a repetitive but strangely sincere account of family life.
Then the pattern changed.
The shift coincided with Kamalnath’s promotion from district judge to High Court judge.
The diary entries grew noticeably longer.
Kamalnath started returning home late.
Some nights he arrived drunk enough to collapse into bed without speaking.
Other times he hosted gatherings involving lawyers, judges, businessmen, and political connections.
Kavita repeatedly expressed concern.
Each time Kamalnath dismissed it as part of maintaining relationships necessary for his position.
At first she believed him.
Then things slowly worsened.
The drinking increased.
His temper shortened.
Arguments became more frequent.
Several entries described him snapping at her whenever she questioned his behavior too much.
For the first time, Rohit found himself reading more carefully.
The marriage that had once looked stable was beginning to crack.
A few months later the entries took another turn.
Kavita began questioning whether Kamalnath still cared about her.
The emotional distance between them was becoming impossible to ignore.
Rohit skimmed ahead.
He didn’t have much time.
Half-reading and half-scrolling, he searched for a familiar name.
Eventually he found it.
Ragini.
The very conversation he had previously seen fragments of through messages.
According to the diary, Ragini had listened patiently to Kavita’s concerns and encouraged her to speak honestly with her husband rather than jumping to conclusions.
Kavita had also mentioned a doctor associated with Ragini.
She wanted Kamalnath examined.
Ragini initially refused, citing the doctor’s poor health and limited availability, but eventually agreed to help if Kamalnath cooperated.
The rest of the story unfolded quickly.
Kamalnath finally admitted his problem.
It turned out the real culprit was alcohol — it had been severely affecting his erection, and the embarrassment made him avoid intimacy altogether.
Ragini eventually provided two medicines and a special oil that Kamalnath was supposed to use long-term.
Finally, their marriage was resumed back to earlier happiness with one extra detail of Kavita working out to not loose on her husband.
Kavita wrote with deep gratitude about Ragini. From that day, their friendship had grown even stronger.
One detail puzzled Rohit deeply.
Ragini had referred to the doctor as "Sir" and mentioned she had been his student during her medical studies.
According to the files Rohit had seen earlier, the doctor was supposedly in his late thirties. If he had taught Ragini years ago, his actual age didn’t add up.
There was something off about the story — a missing piece or deliberate misdirection.
Rohit flipped through the later pages quickly.
The pattern became steadier.
Kamalnath began treating Kavita with more care and respect.
He limited his parties to weekends and started giving real time to his family.
That explained why Rohit hadn’t been able to find him recently — the man was finally trying to balance his life.
Then came the entries that made Rohit pause.
His own name appeared more frequently.
Apparently Kavita had once questioned Ragini about her cold behavior toward him.
Despite constantly asking about him, Ragini rarely interacted with him directly.
The answer had been vague.
Ragini admitted that something about Rohit’s background made her uncomfortable.
Not Rohit himself.
His circumstances.
His biological parents.
Memories and suspicions she couldn’t let go of.
Unable to overcome those feelings herself, she had asked Kavita to look after him whenever possible.
Rohit’s jaw tightened.
He knew the real story behind Ragini’s discomfort — her suspicion that he was the bastard child of Raj’s infidelity.
Kavita, however, remained unaware of that darkness.
In the later entries, Kavita admitted that she had started seeing Rohit much more like a family.
But there had been a phase, beginning sometime last year, where her emotional investment in Rohit began to disturb her.
It started one night with a dream — she was breastfeeding him. She woke up flushed and ashamed, quickly convincing herself it was merely an excessive expression of her motherly feelings.
Then came the day she hugged him from behind. She felt his bulge press against her hands, and her thoughts twisted in directions she refused to acknowledge.
And finally, the incident that completely changed how she saw him.
She had barged into the toilet by mistake and accidentally saw his cock. The sheer size and length of it shook something deep inside her.
Despite her years of intimacy with Kamalnath, there had always been a lingering emptiness. Now Rohit’s impressive length haunted her mind again and again.
Her feelings shifted.
She knew it was wrong — sinful, even.
So she doubled down on motherly affection, hoping it would help her regain control.
When Rohit started responding to her as a mother figure and smiling back at her warmly, it gave her the strength to suppress those other feelings.
Rohit closed the diary slowly. A strange mix of understanding and unease settled in his chest. If not for his revenge against Kamalnath, he might have dropped the plan regarding her. But circumstances were different. That’s what he told himself.
Everything about Kavita’s behavior toward him suddenly made sense.
There was still so much more to read, but he was running out of time. A quick glance at his watch confirmed he had already been here for over ten minutes.
’Maybe next time,’ he thought.
Rohit carefully slipped the diary back into its exact place, his mind racing with everything he had uncovered.
The pieces were falling into place — not just about Kamalnath, but about the complicated web of emotions surrounding him.
It was time to leave before anyone noticed his absence.
He hadn’t found any concrete evidence against Kamalnath, but the diary had given him something far more valuable—a direction.