Adultery Indian Social Worker and the Bully by shiprat

[Ramesh_Rocky]

"Yes, I just saw her."

"You know why I remember the case? That Lallan fellow...he really gives me the creeps. I can see that he is much more of a sadistic psychopath than the others. Usually in the lock-up, these guys are remorseful, begging for forgiveness, promising to change. This guy was like a stone. Not a hint of remorse."

"I know exactly what you mean. Parvati just brought him along. He parroted promises of changing his behavior and everything. But there's something ominous about him."

"Hmmm...if she doesn't wise up soon, I am sorry to say, I think she might end up going Sunita's way."

"Can't you...do something about him, Anil?" I had seen how Delhi security officer worked and how much power they had at their discretion.

"I looked at that possibility. But other than the wife-beating thing, his record is clean. Nothing else that I can use to lock him up." the good thing about Anil being a straight shooter cop who played by the rules could have some disadvantages as well.

"Maybe I should try talking to her again. Alone."

"Maybe. But I doubt it will help, Shikha. I know you have tried hard. But trust me, when a woman like that backs off twice, chances are she is going to back away a third time and a fourth time and so on."

"You know me, Anil. I still have to try."

"Yes, I know." he said. "We are really going to miss you when you go to America, Shikha."

"I will miss you too, Anil." I said.

-

"Madam...are you sure you have the right address?" the Uber driver said. I guess he was surprised and a bit worried to see an upper class memsaab like me wanting to go to one of the seedier slums of Delhi late in the evening. But I had to go in the evening, because according to Parvati's file, she would be working during the day.

"Yes, I do. I am a social worker who deals with slum women and their problems." I said.

"Oh ok then. You seem to know what you're doing." My answer seemed to satisfy him.

I had waited for a few days, trying to decide if I should really go to Parvati's place. On one hand, Anil was right, it probably wouldn't have a long term impact. But on the other hand, the Sunita case was weighing heavily on my mind. I felt like I had failed her. And now here was another case that could go the same way. In half a year, I would be away in the plush confines of some American university. That also made me feel like making my remaining months here count that much more. So I finally decided to make the house call, something that was unprecedented. I had never visited any of my cases in their home before.

I was dressed in a simple salwar kameez, but I still drew stares from men, women, and children as I walked through the narrow and dirty bylanes. I had a folder in one hand with a can of pepper spray inside, in case some men got any fresh ideas. You can never be too careful in Delhi.