Adultery Indian Social Worker and the Bully by shiprat

[Ramesh_Rocky]

He was silent again for a while.

"Shikha, the reason you and I get along so well is we are both absolutely by-the-book people."

"I know. I respect that about you." I said.

"So you, more than anyone else, should realize that I can't share that information with you."

"True. Sorry I asked. I'm just.....hungover." I said.

"Anyway, just be cautious. Look over your shoulder. I have already told the security guys at your office to be vigilant."

"Thanks Anil."

"Alright, I gotta go. Bad guys to catch. Bye, Shikha."

My body still hurting, I continued getting dressed for work. I stood in front of the mirror and looked at myself carefully. Lallan had been careful not to leave any bruises or scars on my face. None of his slaps had left any trace there. However, my shoulders, arms, stomach, ass, were all covered with blue-black bruises from his handiwork. I wore a full-sleeve kurta on top. Once I got dressed, I also put on make-up, which I rarely did. Mainly to disguise my tired and haggard face.

It still wasn't enough to completely hide something from my colleagues. Almost everyone I met was saying some variant of,

"Shikha, are you feeling okay? You don't look good."

And I would respond with,

"I'm fine, just hungover from a late celebration."

In my office, I just sat staring at my computer for an hour until getting started on my reports and paperwork. I was surrounded by professionals in an NGO dedicated to helping battered and abused women. I had been battered and abused all night. I could just walk into any office and talk about it. But I didn't. I had other things on my mind.

Soon my phone rang again. I recognized the number and my heart sank. I had no choice but to answer.

"Hello."

"How's that ass feeling?" Lallan's arrogant voice seemed to blare in my ear.

"What do you want?"

"You know what I want."

"Yes, I saw your message." I said. And now, in the clear light of day, sober, I tried to reason with him. "Lallan, I really don't have access to that information. The system is designed precisely to stop something like this from happening. To keep a wife's location confidential so the abusive husband doesn't track her and extract revenge."

"Fuck you, cunt. I told you, I don't want to extract revenge. I just want my wife and girls back."

"But I'm telling you I don't....."

"I'm not going to debate you, memsaab. 3 PM. Or you become the latest porn sensation on whatsapp."

And he hung up.

At noon, I was standing on the third floor of our building, just around my boss Mrs. Khanna's office. She ran the whole show. I had a great rapport with her. I also knew her habits. Because of her diabetes, she always left for lunch at the exact same time. So predictable, you could set your watch by it. I waited for her as I mentally rehearsed the story I had come up with.