Adultery Indian Social Worker and the Bully by shiprat

[Ramesh_Rocky]

I was a little relieved to see that the news seemed to have shaken Parvati as much as I had hoped it would. She stayed quiet, just staring at the newspaper. Finally she started talking.

"Sometimes...sometimes...I really am scared that he will kill me."

"Then leave him, Parvati. Leave him. Go back to the cops. I know Inspector Dubey. He will re-arrest Lallan. And our NGO can help you move. They had already started the process last time. I checked. We can expedite it. If you want, I can have you and your daughters on a train tonight."

"Train where?"

"I don't know that. I can't know that. It is kept secret from everyone except for a few people so it doesn't leak to your husband. But it will be a train to a new place, a new life. Our people will put you up in a new home temporarily, help you find a job, put your daughters in a college, even get you new names if you want."

"But...Lallan...?"

"If you re-file the complaint, they will arrest him. And you won't have to see him again. When you testify against him, it will be through video conference."

"Video conference?"

"By TV...you can tell the judge what you want sitting in whichever town you are in. Even your divorce will be handled that way and expedited. We will take care of everything, Parvati. You just have to say yes."

"But...memsaab...it feels unfair. He has changed."

"He said in my office he had given up drinking. And yet you tell me he just drank..."

"But that was to celebrate."

"You can make up any number of excuses for bad behavior, Parvati. But think about your daughters."

This back and forth went on for a while. But maybe it was my extra passion and anger because of the Sunita case that finally carried the day through. After an hour's argument and cajoling, Parvati finally agreed.

Things moved rapidly after that. It didn't take her long to pack her meager belongings and get her daughters ready. I had pulled a lot of strings and called in a lot of favors to make this case move fast. Very soon, she was sitting alongside me in the security officer station in front of Inspector Dubey, giving a more detailed statement that was videotaped this time. Then our relocation team came and whisked her and her daughters away.

Before leaving, Parvati hugged me tight and thanked me for saving her life. Her tears moistened my kameez shoulder. As I watched her go and wave me goodbye, for the first time in a long time, I felt a sense of exhilaration about doing my job.