Adultery Knowing My Wife, Knowing Me As Well - part III

[krish_999]

Chapter - 37

When I opened my eyes, I was on the way to the hospital. I could hear the ambulance siren wailing. Someone was trying to wake me up and he was relieved to see me opening his eyes.

"You're okay Krish, don't worry."
He said. It took me a moment to recognise him. He lived on the first floor of the building. But I could not remember his name.
"Yeah, I'm alright."
I said. The pain was making my head spin.
He turned to the front side of the ambulance.
"He's okay. He's okay."
"What happened? How did you fall?"
"I... slipped. I slipped from the balcony."
Meera's fully naked body and her cry when Desai's dick entered her pussy flashed in my head. Suddenly I felt severe pain on the left side of my head. It probably reflected on my face.
"Don't worry, Krish. We'll soon reach the hospital."
He turned to the front of the vehicle.
"Have you decided on the hospital?"
"His wife called. She has told us the hospital."
I heard someone reply.
Hearing about my wife again brought my memory back. 
Has she finished the shower? Has Desai finished his round one? 
I wanted to know the time. I wanted to know how long I had to lie on the floor before being taken to the hospital. I wanted to know if the shower sex between my wife and Desai was completed or interrupted. At the same time I couldn't believe that even during the pain, I was worried about such things. Perhaps it was what kept me awake.
 
When we reached the hospital and the doctor met me, he had the same opinion.
"It's good that you've woken up Krish. You'll be safe now. You'll be perfect."
He said.
Another one, who just entered the room checked my eyes.
"You're going to be alright, Mr Krish."
He said.
I acknowledged with my eyes.
I slept through the treatment. It took many hours and when I opened my eyes, I could not sense pain. I was informed about a fracture in my limbs. The fracture on my leg was bigger than that on my hand. Sometimes I knew they were using surgical knives and scissors on my legs but I could not feel it. There was no pain. When I woke up, I saw green curtains at my sides. There were no fans above me.
"You are in the ICU, Mr Krish. You are alright. You'll be here for a while but you are alright."
The doctor said with a smile.
My right hand and right leg were plastered.
After a while, I was allowed to meet Meera. She looked like she had cried a lot. She smiled seeing me but then started crying again. She put her hands on my chest and kissed my neck.
"You scared me, Krish."
I heard her whisper.
A nurse offered Meera a chair and walked away. Meera wiped her tears and sat on the chair. I noticed Desai standing behind her.
"What did you do, man?"
He asked.
I told him what I had told everyone else.
"I slipped. When I stepped on the doormat; I think it was wet."
"Don't worry. We've got you, man. You're safe. Just a couple of fractures... That's it. You'll be walking soon."
He said my neighbours who helped to bring me to the hospital had left after waiting for hours.
"Which hospital is this?" I asked.
It was a multi-speciality hospital seven kilometres from my house.
"I have many friends here. They are the best. You'll recover soon, bro."
Desai said.
 
Meera was sitting silent and Desai said he would wait outside. I noticed him pressing her shoulder softly as a gesture of assurance before leaving.
 
"There is no wet doormat in our balcony, idiot. Get your facts right." Meera said and leaned forward to bring her face close to mine. "Idiot!"
I knew I was caught. I could fool the whole world but not my wife.
"You were trying to see what I was doing in the shower. That's why you did this circus. You moron. I knew you had become blind but now you've proven that you've become dumb too. Totally dumb...no, insane."
Her eyes were burning now.
"I'm sorry, baby," I said.
"Come home, I'll show you what you want to see. I will put a sofa in the room, next to the bed. You want to watch it, don't you? I will let you watch."
I knew she was just rumbling because of anger.
"Are you?" I asked with a smile.
"Yeah, but only after killing you with my hands. You are a hopeless cuckold, Krish. I hate to see you like this. I'm losing hope that you'll ever change."
Tears were rolling from her eyes. She wiped them quickly. I wanted to ask if I was the only one having fun in this. But I refrained, for the fear of pissing her off further.
"I can't forgive...I can't get over the fact that I was having sex with him when you were lying on the floor there... You know when they pressed the doorbell I thought you'd answer it. So I didn't care about the doorbell. Neither did Susheel. But they pressed the doorbell again and again. We came out and I was looking for you. I thought you were in the other room or something. I yelled your name. But then I learnt what... when I opened the door they told me you were found lying in the parking lot…unconscious. We rushed to the ground floor but they had already taken you to the hospital. Oh my God! You have no idea how I felt then. There were innumerable thoughts…fucking shit. I can’t tell you how much I worried, Krish. Susheel was trying to calm down me. He asked the guys there to contact those with you in the ambulance. He spoke to them and told me that you were okay. I still thought he was lying to me, to make me calm. I held his collar – the stupid me did all that – and warned him that I’d see him if he was lying.” Meera laughed a little, sheepishly. “He said I should trust him, and that you were safe. He had directed the ambulance to take you here. And he spoke to the hospital guys to speed up your treatment. They know him."
Finally, Meera was calming down.
"I am alright, Meera. And I am sorry."
I said in the end.
"Don't talk much." She touched my face. "Doctor said you need rest."
I smiled, "I'm alright, baby. I can talk."
She looked around and checked herself. She was wearing a casual top and pants. Her hair was a mess. She barely had the time to check her hair when she left for the hospital. And she had to wait for a long outside the operation theatre. Her sleep-deprived eyes were making her look worse. I truly felt sorry.
"I should have been more careful. I am sorry."
I said again.
"How exactly did you manage to fall from the balcony, Krish?"
Meera asked in a sarcastic tone.
I paused a moment to gather all the justifications I had already made up in my mind.
"Baby I heard Desai's phone ringing but he didn't answer it. So I guessed he must have joined you in the shower. I was scared our neighbours would hear the noise again. I had no idea what Desai was going to do. So I went to the balcony..."
"How did you hear his phone ringing? You said the door is soundproof."
Meera's interruption had me feel like being caught again.
"Mmm...I don't know. You're right, though. Yeah, how did I hear the sound!" I said thoughtfully. "I think Desai didn't lock the door properly. He was in a hurry."
Meera nodded, "Yeah, it's possible."
"So I went to the balcony and waited for the sound. I couldn't hear anything. The sound from the outside, from the road and other buildings, was louder. But I got greedy and curious. I wanted to see you... See what you guys were doing in the shower...so silently."
"And what did you see when you climbed up to the window?"
Meera looked into my eyes.
"Nothing," I said.
Meera stared into my eyes for a few seconds and shook her head.
"You didn't see anything?"
"I wish I did. What were you doing? You were not showering at all. Because all I could see was the showerhead. And you were silent. I had a wild guess that you were giving him head. I am not sure."
There was panic in Meera's eyes when I said that. She looked around to check no one was eavesdropping on us. She stared into my eyes for a second before she spoke again.
"I gave him head."
My heart started beating faster from the moment I heard that. I forgot that I was lying in the hospital bed.
"And then?"
I asked. I was curious about what she would tell. I didn't expect her to say she had sex with him but I wished she said that.
"And then you fell off the balcony, idiot."
"You didn't have sex?"
I struggled to hide my disappointment.
"Look at you, Krish," Meera scoffed.  "Why are you doing this? Can't you just stop thinking about it? You are hopeless. I hate you, Krish."
I was not offended by her anger. I knew I was a hopeless cuckold whose happiness now lay in the fact that my wife was sexually satisfied by her lover.
"You are lying in a hospital bed, with your right leg and right arm broken and plastered. This is not the time to listen to such stories. No one is going to help you shag for a while. So keep your mind off such things."
Meera added. Her voice was filled with sarcasm.
 
A nurse appeared and said that I would be shifted to a room where there wouldn't be any restrictions on bystanders. And she asked Meera to wait outside.
Meera got up.
“I said you shouldn't talk much but I'm making you do exactly the opposite, Krish.” She said. “I should wait outside.”
"You should get some sleep, baby."
I said.
"Where's the time to sleep? It's already the morning." She checked the time on her mobile phone. "It's about to be five."
I was stunned.
I asked if she had dinner.
"I have had enough, Krish."
She said and walked out.
 
Later I would come to know what happened to me after I fell and lost consciousness.
Someone in the neighbourhood had spotted me lying on the ground and he sought help from the others. Someone went to alert Meera but he had to wait for a long and press the doorbell many times before she answered the door. She said that she was in the shower and she was expecting her husband to answer the door. She had even spent a moment looking for me before reaching the door.
When she was told that I was found lying unconscious in the parking lot, she panicked. She rushed to the spot but the people over there had already taken me to the hospital. Desai contacted the guys in the ambulance and directed them to a multi-speciality hospital he suggested. He also phoned the hospital to give prompt care to me on arrival.
My neighbours told me that after reaching the hospital, everything worked like a charm. And they too waited for hours outside the operation theatre before leaving, eventually.
The hospital had provisions for the bystanders to sleep on the additional bed in the patient's room. But since I was admitted to the operation theatre initially and then the intensive care for most of the night, Desai and Meera were left to spend their time in the waiting lounge. Both of them had a tough night.
 
As the nurse told us, I was shifted to a room in the morning. Meera looked even more tired by then. Desai brought some fruits and kept them on the table next to my bed. He looked at Meera. I saw that his eyes were equally sleep-deprived.
"You don't look well, Meera." He said.
"I'm alright. It's the shock and the sleeplessness."
He moved closer and touched her forehead.
"You’ve got fever. You need rest."
Desai got her to lie down on the extra bed in the room and he went out to bring a doctor. By the time he returned with a doctor, Meera had fallen asleep. Meera tried to get up when she opened her eyes, only to be told to lie down. The doctor checked her temperature and confirmed that she had fever.
"I was taking a shower when I came to know about the accident. I ended up spending the whole night with my body mostly wet."
Meera said.
She took medication and slept on the bed.
 
Our neighbours visited in the morning. They promised Meera all the help. Meera thanked them, adding that she's already gotten enough help when they took me to the hospital on time.
"I'm so grateful to you.. for what you guys did yesterday. Now there's nothing I can't handle."
"But you don't look well."
Rajneesh said.
Meera smiled, "I'm alright. I just didn't sleep well."
"She's got a fever," Desai said with a smile. "She's even taking medication. But it's okay, I'm here."
Rajneesh looked at him and forwarded his hand to him.
"I have seen you a couple of times. But we haven't met."
Desai shook hands with him.
"Susheel Desai. Krish and Meera's brother and friend together."
Meera smiled at Rajneesh.
"He used to live in our building earlier. I thought you guys were familiar with each other."
"It was long ago, Meera," Desai said.  "There were hardly any neighbours at that time."
"Initial buyers, I guess. Most of them have moved on, making a lot of money in the process."
Rajneesh said.
 
Meera had decided against going to her office for the remaining days of the week. Desai too stayed back at the hospital. He said he hadn't decided about his return.
Meera started feeling well after lunch. In the evening I told her to leave and take some rest at home. She refused at first but eventually relented.
Desai said he would drop her at home and then come back to be with me. But I said I would be cool without any company.
"I would be mostly sleeping, Desai. I can't make the day another torture for you."
Meera also sided with me.
"You too needed rest, Susheel. You can stay at our place."
Desai looked at her confusedly. Meera smiled and walked closer to him.
"Don't worry. We are not going to do things we don't want to do. I'm gonna give you another room."
Desai laughed.
"That would do. You know the last thing I'd want to do is to break some rules and get my ass kicked again."
He turned to me and patted my shoulder.
"Just kidding, bro. These are the things we are least bothered about at the moment. Have rest. We'll try to be the first thing you see in the morning."
Meera caressed my cheek and gave me a soft kiss on my cheek. Her tired eyes told me she didn't want to leave me.
 
After their departure though I found it hard to sleep. Meera's sleep-deprived face and tired eyes were fresh in my mind. I was sure Desai would try his best to comfort her. The weather in Pune was turning colder as it was the beginning of winter. I imagined Desai holding his arms around her, helping her stay warm. And I was sure he would love it if it went on to become a cosy evening. It wasn't that I didn't trust Meera. My thoughts were just making me lonelier.
I wondered what I would have felt if I had chosen to leave for Mumbai to set up Desai's business. Gifting Desai a chance to be with Meera while I stayed alone in Mumbai would have given me sleepless nights only, I thought.
I wondered if I had been too generous when I offered Desai a place to sleep in my house. I only needed to thank him. But the truth was that he had become a part of our life. At least he was able to make us feel that way. When our neighbour asked us who he was, we didn't feel like there was something to worry about. He was part of our life. It was not so easy to remove him from our life.
This realisation was now making me restless. The physical pain I had been enduring all over my body was starting to pale in comparison to the sense of loss which was increasing now. I even felt Desai was getting all the help from the almighty in aiding him to stay relevant in our life. Even though at times I felt Desai's presence was a sort of encroachment on our life, I knew it would be hard for me to convey this to Meera because she had reasons to be grateful for his support. Her cousin and my uncle along with their families had already departed from our hometown after hearing the news of my accident. In any case, both Meera and I would have been desperate to meet our families from our hometown. But Desai's presence ensured that we were content even in this struggle.
 
Meera phoned me after reaching home. She had slept through the and she said she was feeling better.
I asked about Desai.
“He's gone to the other room. I told him to sleep there.” Meera said. There was sadness in her voice.
“I shouldn't have left you alone in the hospital. I miss you, Krish.”
“I miss you too, baby.”
I said.
She was worried and I felt she needed emotional support.
And there was only one person who could provide her with that.
 
After the phone call, I could not stop anticipating how the night would turn out to be. I was sure Desai would soon check her out to see if she was alright. He would be allowed to sit on her bed and offer her nice words of comfort and ease.
The words that would compel her to lean onto his shoulder. He would be careful not to hurry but he wouldn't be lazy to let go of the chance. It would be a slow, very slow-paced, lovemaking.
 
As my imagination went crazy, I phoned Meera again. It was almost midnight and Meera was sleeping.
She answered in a sleepy voice and I said I was not able to sleep.
“Don't worry, baby. I'll be there in the early hours of tomorrow.”
She said.
“Where is Desai?"
I asked.
“Krish, do you think he's sleeping with me?”
Her voice told me that she was pissed off by my query.
“Baby, I was just concerned about you.”
“Don't be. Don't think too much about me, Krish. Don't be crazy. You need rest, not only physically but also mentally. Sleep, okay? “
“Okay,” I said.
“I am sure you worrying about it doesn't mean you don't want him to stay here. You just don't want it to happen now, right?”
I sighed.
Meera went on. “Only to make you feel better, I am giving you a word. I am not going to sleep with him until you are fully recovered.”
 
When the phone call ended I felt slightly embarrassed that I had exposed my insecurity in front of her, just by calling her. But her assurance magically helped me sleep well after that.
 
 
Meera and Desai arrived at the hospital early in the morning as promised. Meera looked tired but she said she was perfectly alright. I hated to find myself still looking for signs of sex in her. I knew the truth but it was someone else in my head that was looking for such things.
Meera was tired because of the fever she had on the previous day.
Desai enquired about my well-being, genuinely concerned about me.
After my breakfast and the morning review by the doctors, Desai found a moment with me in Meera's absence.
“Meera told me she's the reason behind this accident, Krish. But I cannot agree. I am the one who should be more responsible for this. And I am sorry for that, from the bottom of my heart.”
“It's okay, Desai. Don't feel bad about it. No one knew the future. I'm the only person who could have avoided this. So I am not gonna put even one per cent of the blame on you or Meera. It's gonna be alright.”
I said.
"Yeah, it's gonna be alright. I will do everything I can to help you. I am gonna stay back with Meera until you are discharged from here. But I want you to rest assured that there won't be any form of intimacy between Meera and me in your absence. I don't think you were worried about it, though. But I am telling you this from my side that it's the least of the things that comes to my mind. I can only guess the pain you are bearing now, but that’s enough to understand we need to keep calm and our blood and brain in normal condition to facilitate a speedy recovery. So, just relax, Krish. That’s all we need to do now." He said.
I nodded.
 
The doctor told us that I was recovering at an expected rate. He said I could go home in 2-3 days. Meera was very happy.
 
There were many more visitors for me on Friday apart from a few from our neighbourhood. There were many friends from our social circles. And a few staff from Vickey Security Services.
Meera's cousin and my uncle along with their families arrived from our hometown just before noon. They spent the whole day with us and in the evening they went to our house with Meera and Desai. Meera told me my uncle and Desai had become friends by the evening.
I phoned Meera in the night, she told me she and the ladies slept in our bedroom while her cousin slept with my uncle in the other room. Desai settled in the third room.
Both families returned on Saturday after visiting me again in the hospital.
 
 
When Meera and Desai went to see them off at the railway station, I had a visitor from my office. Nidhi.
“I was wondering when you'd visit,” I said with a smile.
Nidhi smiled lightly.
“I would have visited earlier, Krish sir. But something worse happened at home.”
She said in a sad voice.
It turned out that her grandmother had passed away on Wednesday, incidentally in the evening hours. She had been ill for a few weeks which eventually ended in an unfortunate way. I had memories of the aged mother of Sadashiv, having met her many times during my visits to Parvati's home.
Nidhi said Parvati had tried to call me many times on Wednesday night but my phone was switched off. The next day she learnt about my accident and stopped calling.
“Mom said she cannot visit anyone until next Wednesday.”
Nidhi said. I could understand.
I phoned Parvati right away and conveyed my condolences.
“I'm feeling bad for I can't visit. But what can I do?” Parvati said.
“I'm equally sad that I am not able to be there to join you in the grief, Parvati.”
I said.
“I will visit when possible, Krish.” She promised before hanging up.
 
Nidhi spent an hour with me. She was able to overcome the initial gloominess with our lighthearted conversation.
When she began to leave I asked when she would visit again.
"My days are going to be boring when Meera starts going to her office."
I said.
"I will be very happy to visit regularly, sir."
She said with a smile which looked energetic by then.
 
As I waited for Desai and Meera to return from the railway station, I mulled asking Desai to visit my office on Monday. When they came back, I spoke to him.
And he said he was already thinking about it.
"It will be helpful to see how things work there," He said. "Because now I’ll have to set up the Mumbai office myself. I’ll try to teach myself from your office."
"You should also try to find someone who can take over now, permanently."
I said.
Desai shook his head, "No. I'm just going to have a feel of what it is and how it is. But finding a permanent replacement for you is not on my table. Vickey Security Services is going to be in your able hands. I'm going to initiate the transfer of the ownership of the company to you."
And he also said he was going to shift to a hotel once I got discharged from the hospital.
"How many days are you going to be in Pune?" I asked.
"Till the weekend, I guess."
"Then why don't you stay with us?" I suggested. I said it in a flow but I quickly reasoned to myself that it would help me observe his interaction with my wife.
Desai looked at me for a second.
"Are you sure?"
He had changed his decision already.
 
 
The next day I had a couple of unexpected visitors. The first one was Maithrei. Both me and Meera were surprised alike when she suddenly walked into the room.
It was our first meeting in many months. Wearing a blue saree, Maithrei looked like she had gained some weight since the last time I saw her. Meera was quick to welcome her with a hug.
However, in the middle of a light conversation with her when Desai suddenly walked into the room, Meera simply forgot the joke she was sharing. She quickly managed to divert her attention to Desai but not before I noticed.
"Wow, we have guests," Desai said.
"It seems you're gonna be here for a while," Maithrei said while forwarding her hand to him. "Is there going to be a party or something?"
"I did party when I left for Shimoga. Partying while coming back here would make people say Shimoga wasn't fun enough. I won't do that."
"You always speak very highly of Shimoga. Take me there for once, first."
"You are always welcome to Shimoga."
"I have noted that down, deep down in my heart, Mr Susheel."
Maithrei's willingness to flirt with him was evident from her nonstop smile. Both me and Meera were engrossed in their conversation for a moment.
 
When Maithrei left, Meera was quick to tease Desai about his friendship with her.
"I thought you forgot us for a while. Many things in the past are coming to my mind. I am sure there would be unforgettable memories for you too."
"Good things can happen in your life." Desai smiled. "But there are great things too. No one can challenge that."
"And how do you define the good things and the great things, mister?"
"I know you are well experienced to differentiate them yourself." Desai looked deep into her eyes and waited for a second. "And if you think you aren't, then I'd like to make you."
Meera was lost in his eyes for a few seconds, making me burn with jealousy.
"Flirting with me when my husband is lying in bed? Are you here to help him or not?”
She asked.
“I'm helping. But no man can stop a wild storm.”
Meera laughed.
“I am a wild storm?”
“You are everything wild when you want. I'm just a servant.”
“Too much flirting happening here.”
Meera said and turned away.
I thought if she hadn't turned away, they might have ended up kissing.
The thought was unsettling. My wife and her lover kissing and someone walking into the room and catching me watching it. For a few minutes, I pondered about telling Meera to keep calm and then let go of it.
 
An hour later, another unexpected person walked into the room. It was Ananya.
I was surprised to see her but she was even more shocked to see Desai.
She stood there and stared at him.
"Hi, Ananya. Come in."
Desai invited her nonchalantly.
Ananya walked in and hugged Meera first and smiled at me.
"How are you now, Krish?"
The shock of having to face Desai unexpectedly didn't go away from her face. Even when she sat on a chair next to me and chatted with me, I caught her many times stealing glimpses of Desai and watching him through the corner of her eyes.
When I narrated how I fell from the balcony and how Desai interfered to help me in getting speedy treatment at the hospital, Ananya looked at him and found a chance to smile at him in a friendly manner. Suddenly her hostile mood was gone. I felt she was letting the overwhelming effect of running into him sink in.
Meera too was watching all this.
 
"It looks like it's you have a busy day," Meera said when Ananya left. "Everyone who walks through that door happened to be your old friends. Is there anyone else to come?"
"She was more of your friend than mine." Desai quipped and looked at me. "Wasn't she, Krish?"
"My wife is jealous. Don't mind." I said casually, making Meera's face red.
"I'm not jealous."
She said.
"Doesn't it feel good when our old friends come to meet us, even though the reason is painful? So there's something positive about Krish's accident."
Desai said.
"But I think the more you stay in Pune, the more often you'd be running into women from your past," Meera said. "Are you sure you'll keep yourself from meeting them?"
Desai smiled at her. 
"They don't know this new me. They only know the old Desai."
"The old Desai and new Desai... as far as I know there are things that are common for both... and I am sure those ladies are fond of those things."
"It doesn't affect me. Not anymore."
Desai said.
 
Even though Maithrei's and Ananya's visits eased the tension from Meera's mind for the first time after my accident, I felt Meera did not enjoy Desai's presence during their visit. She was careful not to be seen as jealous, but I felt she was keen to tease Desai about his past with both women. On any other day, I would have loved to flirt with them both a bit because I was lying in bed without having anything to do. But Meera's reaction had averted my thought process and made me wonder if Meera would turn warm toward Desai after that.
In the evening, when I woke up from a nap I couldn't see both my wife and Desai in the room. I phoned Meera and she said she was taking a walk.
When she returned, she was alone.
"Where is Desai?"
I asked.
"He went for a walk. He was with me, telling me that he was responsible for what happened to you." Meera sat with me and ran her fingers through my hair. "But I know it’s me who’s responsible for it. I shouldn’t have left you to suffer."
Meera's face was gloomy. I smiled at her and told her not to worry too much about it.
"The more you try to take the blame for it, the more guilty I would become. Do you want that?"
She shook her head.
"No. That's not what I want. I am sorry.”
 
When she left for home with Desai in the night, I found my old worries coming back. It was evident that they had become closer than ever since my accident. Even though they both had promised me that they would adopt self-control until I recovered, I knew they could easily break all those promises with the ease of breaking a match stick. They could celebrate a wild night in my bed at home, and in the morning they could pretend otherwise.
The visual of Meera opening her mouth in pleasure when Desai pushed his dick into her in the bathroom the other day kept flashing in my head. It didn't take much longer before I started imagining her lying on the bed with her legs parted, welcoming Desai's fully-grown dick into her pussy. My dick became hard and I wished I could release the pressure by shagging. But there was no way.
In the night when a nurse came to check me, the bulge between my legs was quite visible, despite being covered by the bedsheet. I kept my eyes closed to hide my embarrassment. Having an erection was not the reason for my embarrassment. But my inability to do anything about it was.
 
I was discharged from the hospital on Monday morning. As we were packing our things, Parvati walked in. She had come to see me.
"I thought I wouldn't get out before a week. But I could not sit there." She said.
I looked her in the eyes and smiled. "I'm deeply moved by this."
Parvati helped Meera carry my belongings to the parking. It was a short visit as we left for home soon. However, Parvati took our residential address and promised me that she would visit again.
 
At home, I insisted that I be shifted to our master bedroom. Meera had bought a pair of underarm crutches for me.
"The crutches are not for now," Meera told me. "You'll have to rest for a week before you can use them."
The pain in my limbs was anyway not making me feel the need to try them on any time soon. I continued to lie on the bed for the rest of the day.
 
Desai went to my office after I was shifted. Meera too decided to start going to her office from Tuesday. She had found a caretaker for me. It was a woman who lived in a nearby place. The woman would visit three times a day for an hour each to take care of me. At 11 am, 1 pm, and 4 pm. She was granted access to open the front door by adding her fingerprints to the biometric security system.
Desai had suggested hiring a full-time home nurse. But I didn't like it.
"I don't want to keep lying here for long, Desai. I want to feel the itch to get up as soon as possible."
I said.
He said it's wise thinking.
 
When Desai returned from the office, he said is not as easy as I made it look. He said he was going to stay in Pune for a week or two while he was transferring the ownership to me and learning how the company worked. He was going to shift to a hotel suite.
Meera asked me if we could ask Desai to stay with us because he was there for us.
I couldn’t disagree. We both felt it was our basic curtsey to offer him a chance to be with us.
And when we asked Desai, he happily agreed.
And I was suddenly finding a sense of satisfaction in keeping him waiting for it, just like me.
 
In the night when the dinner was ready, Meera brought it to my room and we all had dinner there. But when it was time to sleep, Meera said she would sleep in the other room.
"I want you to have a peaceful night, dear."
Her decision had me doubting whether she was making up an excuse to meet Desai later in the night. I regretted not drilling holes in the door of the third room, where Desai was sleeping. In the night I lay awake for a long, being extra alert for any noise of any door opening. But there was none.
 
In the morning, Meera became ready to leave for work, after having breakfast with me and Desai in my room.
Meera wore a white shirt and black pants to the office. It was the first time she was dressing up properly since my accident. I couldn't take my eyes off her when she came to say bye. The lines of her bra straps were visible through the thin fabric of her shirt.
"Watch your eyes, Krish, and stay good till I come back," Meera warned with a smile before leaving.
 

Chapter to be cont’d