Adultery Indian Wife & Construction Guys by aurelius1982

[krish]

Five minutes later, the driver walked in, looking a little uncomfortable. He was a young wiry guy, probably in his late 20s. Fraternizing with the working class might be common in America, but I am sure he didn't experience this too much. As you know, the most we do in India for drivers is give them some money to eat on their own. And it is assumed that they will sleep in the car.


"Have a seat, Bhola." Anuj said, being the nice guy. I didn't even know that was the driver's name. He looked very uncomfortable as he sat on a plastic chair.

"Thank you, saab." he said to each of us turn by turn. We nodded.

With the entry of this new member, the easy dynamic that had been established in our newly formed group was disrupted. There was awkward silence for a while.

"Would you like some whiskey?" Neel asked.

"Should he be drinking and driving?" Ajay asked, still not comfortable with the idea of a lowly driver sharing a social space with us.

"It's not like he is driving tonight." Anuj made a good point.

Everyone looked at Bhola who seemed to feel even more awkward.

"No, it's okay saab. No need."

"Do you usually drink?" Anuj asked. The guy nodded. "Then have some."

Soon the driver had both his hands wrapped around a glass of whiskey-soda and was taking tiny sips, staring at the floor. The awkward silence returned.

"So...are you from Delhi originally, Bhola?" Anuj asked, trying to ease the awkwardness.

"No, saab. I am originally from Jharkhand. Shifted to Delhi only a few years ago."

"Oh, I am originally from Calcutta, so we are like neighbors."

Bhola nodded.

"Are you all from Calcutta?" he asked looking at the rest of us.

"I am from Delhi." Ajay said.