Adultery Indian Wife & Construction Guys by aurelius1982

[krish]

I zoned out as the other guys were listening with rapt attention to how Bhola pulled himself up by the bootstraps. I didn't really care about that. My mind was a jumble of different questions and doubts. If he did work on that site, was he once of Sajid's guys? If so, was him being here just a coincidence or had he or his friends gone looking for us? All that was six years ago. We had largely moved on from that phase of our lives, moved to a new city. This connection seemed odd.

No, you're being paranoid, I told myself. Even if he had wanted to orchestrate this, there was no way he could have. My original plan was to book a tatkal train ticket. This cab had been booked at the last minute after meeting these guys. And it had been booked by Neel in his name. There was no way for Bhola to know who I was or to plan things such that I would end up in his cab. It had to be a coincidence.

Besides, I didn't even know if he was involved in those events. It was a big construction site. With work done for a few years.

"Very creditable, Bhola. Congratulations." I heard Ajay say. Even the guy most opposed to the driver's presence was praising him. I joined in with a few words of praise too.

Soon that topic ended. Conversation moved on to other things. Ajay starte reading out some jokes from whatsapp and we were all laughing. Bhola didn't seem to be looking at me or even avoiding looking at me. I detected nothing unusual in his body language. My curiosity was getting stronger and stronger. Finally I decided to probe a little further.

"Bhola, it's funny that you worked on that building. It means maybe our paths might have crossed many years ago." I said when there was another lull in the conversation.

"Yes, it's possible." he said, emptying the glass. I filled it up again.

"I even talked to one of the guys there once. A foreman or something. I wanted our compound rebuilt and I asked him if I could hire some men for it cheap. But he said they couldn't do that. Old fellow. Salim I think his name was." I said, deliberately saying the wrong name.

"Salim...maybe saab. Very common name. There were many of us working there. It was a big project." Bhola said. "But foreman...no...there was no foreman by that name."

"I think he was the foreman. Short old guy. Salim or maybe Shafiq or Saeed..."

"Sajid?" he said, raising his eyebrows.

"Maybe." I said shrugging. "It's been so long."