23-05-2022, 10:53 AM
Pretty soon we were all in bed, with Bhola snoring in a sitting position on the chair. I had trouble sleeping. I did not know what to make of all this new information. I did not know how much to believe. And I did not know whether to tell Purva about all this and ask her to either confirm or deny certain things. Although it was a fun and exciting phase of our life, we had moved on and Purva did not like it if I brought it up. So I wasn't sure if I could ask her many new questions that popped up in my head.
While Neel was right that many elements of the story sounded fantastical, only I knew that some details were true. For example he mentioned Sajid said something about tattooing his name on her ass. Is that why that had happened? She had "cheated" on Sajid and he had punished her by marking her in that way? And she felt ashamed about how vulnerable and promiscuous she had been with Raghu and Bhola, so she didn't tell me about them. But why would she hide it?
And the biggest question of them all. I picked up my phone and looked at the photo of my boys. Sameer didn't look like either of us. Purva had steadfastly maintained that every time she had sex with Sajid, it was with condoms. I had some doubts but I obviously had never voiced them. Even when she became pregnant just a month after all those events. But if what Bhola said was true, could he actually be the son of that guy named Raghu?
I was wide awake when everyone else woke up.
Bhola in the morning was badly hungover. And was a completely different person. When Ajay asked him for more details on the story, he feigned ignorance. When we told him about what he had said, he laughed and said he must have gotten drunk and babbled something.
"You just used a plot of some porno movie to entertain us, right?" Neel asked.
"Yes, saab." Bhola laconically said.
"Oh come on, all that was fiction?" Ajay sounded distraught.
Bhola shrugged and went to fetch the car. It was pretty early but we wanted to get back before rush hour traffic started.
As he drove us back to Delhi, Bhola kept being bombarded with questions by Ajay. But he stuck with the excuse that Neel had unwittingly provided him. He got drunk, carried away, and just made up a story to entertain us. Finally, Ajay gave up and everyone was silent.
Bhola was driving. I was in the passenger seat next to him. We were about half an hour from Delhi. My phone was on the seat next to me. And then it started ringing.
It was my wife calling from her mobile. The sound made Bhola instinctively look at the phone. He saw the picture displayed as the phone rang. His eyes grew large and wide as he recognized it and then looked at me.
"Eyes on the road." I said and answered the phone. "Hi Purva."
THE END
While Neel was right that many elements of the story sounded fantastical, only I knew that some details were true. For example he mentioned Sajid said something about tattooing his name on her ass. Is that why that had happened? She had "cheated" on Sajid and he had punished her by marking her in that way? And she felt ashamed about how vulnerable and promiscuous she had been with Raghu and Bhola, so she didn't tell me about them. But why would she hide it?
And the biggest question of them all. I picked up my phone and looked at the photo of my boys. Sameer didn't look like either of us. Purva had steadfastly maintained that every time she had sex with Sajid, it was with condoms. I had some doubts but I obviously had never voiced them. Even when she became pregnant just a month after all those events. But if what Bhola said was true, could he actually be the son of that guy named Raghu?
I was wide awake when everyone else woke up.
Bhola in the morning was badly hungover. And was a completely different person. When Ajay asked him for more details on the story, he feigned ignorance. When we told him about what he had said, he laughed and said he must have gotten drunk and babbled something.
"You just used a plot of some porno movie to entertain us, right?" Neel asked.
"Yes, saab." Bhola laconically said.
"Oh come on, all that was fiction?" Ajay sounded distraught.
Bhola shrugged and went to fetch the car. It was pretty early but we wanted to get back before rush hour traffic started.
As he drove us back to Delhi, Bhola kept being bombarded with questions by Ajay. But he stuck with the excuse that Neel had unwittingly provided him. He got drunk, carried away, and just made up a story to entertain us. Finally, Ajay gave up and everyone was silent.
Bhola was driving. I was in the passenger seat next to him. We were about half an hour from Delhi. My phone was on the seat next to me. And then it started ringing.
It was my wife calling from her mobile. The sound made Bhola instinctively look at the phone. He saw the picture displayed as the phone rang. His eyes grew large and wide as he recognized it and then looked at me.
"Eyes on the road." I said and answered the phone. "Hi Purva."
THE END
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