22-03-2019, 01:37 PM
"Well, I'm not the one who puked all over the Bedis' couch and then passed out in front of everyone!" I said, and immediately felt bad for bringing it up.
I could see he was annoyed.
"Shikha, that was five years ago. I got carried away. Drank too much. Puked, made a fool of myself. I am still ashamed of it. And since then, I have never come close to repeating anything like that." he said.
"I know. I'm sorry." I said.
"Sorry if I'm out of line, Shikha. But...this is unusual. Remember we used to talk about how all that huge collection can't be finished by the time we leave. I come back and find most of the bottles I collected are gone. And you have bought a bunch of new ones. It's like you have been downing an entire bottle a day. You're drunk every night."
"Not too drunk for you to fuck every night!" I said, again regretting it as soon as I said it.
He looked really hurt and confused at that statement. And just looked away. I could see his eyes get a little moist. I felt horrible. Maybe he needed a little reassurance.
"Okay fine. Maybe I have been over-indulging a bit. A lot. More than ever before. But come on, Anup, I am on my first ever break in years. I quit my job. I am moving to a new country. I am..."
"Yes, you are nervous about the PhD, the life there...I have heard all that before."
"Don't fucking cut me off and condescend to me!" I snapped.
He was taken aback. I was not one to display flashes of temper.
"Sorry." he said, sulking, and sat back.
I also sat back, wondering what to say next. In all honesty, I knew he was right. I was drinking too much. I was not myself. He knew me better than anyone. He could tell. I could be honest with him. He would be angry, but would understand. Maybe he would help me deal with everything.
Call it fate's cruel sense of humor, but that was the exact moment my phone started ringing. I recognized the number, although I had never saved it. It was my second husband. Calling just as I was in the middle of a raw argument with my first husband. Lallan had not called since that night of his daughter's birthday party. He had left for his long haul trip the very next day. This was the first time since then that he was calling.
"Sorry sweetie, I have to take this. Work stuff." I said, getting up.
"Ok." he nodded, looking at the TV, still sulking.
I walked to the bedroom, closed the door and locked it. And then answered the phone.
"What took you so long, cunt?" Lallan's voice boomed through.
"Sorry, I was busy." I said.
"Getting fucked, no doubt."
"No." I said.
"If I was there right now, I would be fucking you hard hard hard, you slut. But I am here in Baroda instead." he sounded a little drunk.
"Oh ok."
"Whores don't have your body or your stamina, you know, memsaab?" I always found it weird how he kept alternating between cunt, slut, and memsaab. Maybe the mentions of memsaab were necessary to fed his ego and remind him that he had a high class wife as his bitch.
I could see he was annoyed.
"Shikha, that was five years ago. I got carried away. Drank too much. Puked, made a fool of myself. I am still ashamed of it. And since then, I have never come close to repeating anything like that." he said.
"I know. I'm sorry." I said.
"Sorry if I'm out of line, Shikha. But...this is unusual. Remember we used to talk about how all that huge collection can't be finished by the time we leave. I come back and find most of the bottles I collected are gone. And you have bought a bunch of new ones. It's like you have been downing an entire bottle a day. You're drunk every night."
"Not too drunk for you to fuck every night!" I said, again regretting it as soon as I said it.
He looked really hurt and confused at that statement. And just looked away. I could see his eyes get a little moist. I felt horrible. Maybe he needed a little reassurance.
"Okay fine. Maybe I have been over-indulging a bit. A lot. More than ever before. But come on, Anup, I am on my first ever break in years. I quit my job. I am moving to a new country. I am..."
"Yes, you are nervous about the PhD, the life there...I have heard all that before."
"Don't fucking cut me off and condescend to me!" I snapped.
He was taken aback. I was not one to display flashes of temper.
"Sorry." he said, sulking, and sat back.
I also sat back, wondering what to say next. In all honesty, I knew he was right. I was drinking too much. I was not myself. He knew me better than anyone. He could tell. I could be honest with him. He would be angry, but would understand. Maybe he would help me deal with everything.
Call it fate's cruel sense of humor, but that was the exact moment my phone started ringing. I recognized the number, although I had never saved it. It was my second husband. Calling just as I was in the middle of a raw argument with my first husband. Lallan had not called since that night of his daughter's birthday party. He had left for his long haul trip the very next day. This was the first time since then that he was calling.
"Sorry sweetie, I have to take this. Work stuff." I said, getting up.
"Ok." he nodded, looking at the TV, still sulking.
I walked to the bedroom, closed the door and locked it. And then answered the phone.
"What took you so long, cunt?" Lallan's voice boomed through.
"Sorry, I was busy." I said.
"Getting fucked, no doubt."
"No." I said.
"If I was there right now, I would be fucking you hard hard hard, you slut. But I am here in Baroda instead." he sounded a little drunk.
"Oh ok."
"Whores don't have your body or your stamina, you know, memsaab?" I always found it weird how he kept alternating between cunt, slut, and memsaab. Maybe the mentions of memsaab were necessary to fed his ego and remind him that he had a high class wife as his bitch.
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