Adultery A professor's wife entertains his students by Mir Nasir

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By the time Salman had thumped in the last card on the table, bringing it down hard on the surface with a bang, I knew the result. Rozi had lost! (so had Tariq but of course that becomes academic).


Salman looked at her, with the devil in his eyes. Tariq was also looking at her but seemed quiet nervous; not sure how things will proceed from thereon. I couldn’t remember if my heart had pumped any louder than at that moment.

As for Rozi? Well, she seemed frozen in her place for a few seconds. Then she looked at me, and I could read the message in her eyes: ‘save me’ written all over in capital letters. Suddenly, I was angry. She gets into a strip match with two young men with tall claims and boasts; I certainly didn’t ask her to – and when she gets into a spot I am supposed to play the protecting husband role, get up from my seat, pick up the cards, laugh and say, “ok boys, that’s enough fun for the night”.

Call me a jerk if you will, but I wasn’t going to do anything like that. And “that” message I passed on back to her in “my” eyes. You have to give it to the woman though. When she saw no help coming from her husband, she grit her teeth (as we do when we realize we have to take a painful but necessary shot in the arm), raised her hands to her shirt front, undid the buttons one by one, then rolled down each sleeve, got up from her chair, removed her shirt and sat down again.