Adultery Indian Wife Gone Bad by aurelius1982-COMPLETED

[Ramesh_Rocky]

"Hello Shilpa?" I said enthusiastically.

"No." a female voice answered. "This is Salma."

"Salma???" I asked, confused about if I knew anyone by that name.

"Yes, from the detective agency, Mr. Arun." she replied.

"Oh yes, yes." I said. "Tell me?"

"Mr. Arun, we have completed our investigations about your wife. If you can come in any time today before 9, I can give you the full report." she said.

"Oh...err.... what did you find?" I asked, suddenly feeling silly to have hired a detective agency to investigate my wife.

"Well, Mr. Arun.... it's not something I can tell you over the phone." she replied.

"Do you think..." I asked "I would want to know it all?"

There was silence on the other end. "Hello?" I said.

"Yes, I am here, Mr. Arun." Salma said, "I was just thinking about your question. You know I had suggested you don't start this investigation in the first place. And yet you insisted. So I don't know whether you want to know it all or not."

"I see." I said, trying to decide what I should do.

"Let me ask you this. Have you made a decision about divorcing your wife?" she asked.

"Yes." I replied. "I have decided not to. I want to give her another chance."

"Then, Mr. Arun, you don't need to know anything I have to tell you. Just work on rebuilding your marriage. And forget about the past. Don't worry about the remaining payment. Consider it my belated gift. Bye."

And she hung up. Content with my decision, I drove on and went home.

The next day at work, I got a reply from Shilpa to my heartfelt email. Even this was short. It just said -

Dear Arun

Thank you for the lovely email. I love you too. But there are some more things I need to sort out that I haven't told you about. I need to think a little more. But I'll be home soon.

Love you.

The email really pissed me off. Even after this, she was hiding from me? Even now, after my giving her a blank check, she was being high-handed? What the hell? I spent the rest of the day scowling and snapping at everyone in the office. And cursing Shilpa in my mind. I kept thinking about her email - some other things she hadn't told me about. And then I thought about Salma's call. Maybe I did need to know it all, I thought.

After I got off work that evening, I went to the detective agency. The receptionist asked me to wait while Salma finished talking to another client. I sat there, my heart beating fast, wondering what information I'd come to know. After fifteen excruciating minutes, a man walked out of her office, clasping a file very tightly, and an angry look on her face. Salma walked out behind him, saying,

"I am sorry, Mr.Jain."

He grunted and walked out. She then saw me, and sighed,

"You. I somehow knew it. I knew you couldn't resist knowing." she said. "Anyway, come to my office. Rosie, bring in the Shilpa file."

I followed Salma into her office and sat on the chair in front of her. She sat down and asked me,

"What drink would you like?"

"Water is fine." I said.

"No, I mean....what sort of a liquor would you like? Will scotch do?" she asked.

"It's OK, I don't need any alcohol." I said.

"Trust me, Mr. Arun. You do. I'll ask for some to be brought. You don't have to drink it if you don't want." she picked up her phone and said, "Rosie, get that bottle of red label and one glass."

The next couple of minutes passed in silence, as I stared at the table and Salma stared at me. Finally the door opened and Rosie came in, a thick file under her armpit, and a glass and a scotch bottle in her two hands. She kept the bottle and glass in front of me, handed the file to Salma and left.

Salma opened the bottle and poured me a large one.