21-10-2022, 10:43 AM
Or at least it ended our conversations about the topic. Over the next few days, the seed of suspicion in my mind started growing. Had Ketaki been completely honest with me? Wasn't it too much of a coincidence that of all the cars in all the world, this guy had been assigned to mine as a driver? What if he had come here searching for her? Ketaki had always been a gorgeous little minx. Having Pintu had only accentuated her figure. Her boobs had gone from C to D cups. Her ass had grown, but not obscenely so. It retained its heavenly shape, only added a layer or two. And her waist, slightly thicker than when we got married, was still in control, giving her a well-padded but still hourglass figure. She was still worth lusting after, and I feared Fahim might have come to lust after her. Especially if they had more of a history than she told me.
Did she go farther with him than she had told me? The other guys she had told me about had come later, when she was in college. Which meant Fahim was her first boyfriend. Did she still have feelings for him? Is that why she was so awkward around him?
I tried in vain to bury all these doubts. Finally I decided I needed to verify the truth somehow. But how? I could not just ask Fahim point blank if he had come here looking for her. I could of course change drivers. I decided to eventually do that. But first, I hatched what was a very weird and clumsy scheme to figure out if Ketaki had been telling the truth. And this is how the scheme unfolded.
Two weeks later, after lunch, I took out a bunch of files from my cabinet. Then I called Fahim to my office,
"Fahim, I need to work on these files at home tonight. But I have to go for a meeting later, in Mr. Shah's car. So I need you to just drop off these files at my home right now."
"Right now?" he asked.
"Yes."
"Will anyone be home?" he asked.
"Yes, my wife Ketaki will be home. I'll call and tell her to expect you."
"Okay, sir." Fahim picked up the files and left the office. I then called up Ketaki.
"Ketaki, I will be late today. I need to go meet a client with Mr. Shah. In fact I am headed towards a meeting right now and will be in meetings till later. And I may not be able to have dinner at home."
"Okay, Samir." she said.
I then told the receptionist that I would be busy in an important call, so was not to be disturbed. And I shut the door to my office, and sat in front of the computer. I put the headphones on and turned the monitor on. My living room came into view and I could hear Ketaki humming some song out of the camera's view.
Yes, in a display of extreme creepiness and paranoia, I had set up the workstation in our living room with a webcam and a powerful omnidirectional mic. I had woken up early before Ketaki to set it up. I had hooked up the webcam and the mic to a chat client. Then I did a remote login to my office computer, and started the same chat client from there on another ID. And that's how I had a direct video and audio feed of whatever was happening in my living room. I had turned the monitor off, and told Ketaki that something was wrong with the display, so she should use her laptop if she needed to check email.
With the headphones on, and my eyes on the screen, looking at the empty furniture in my living room, I waited for Fahim to eventually show up. My house was about half an hour away from office, so it would be another 20 minutes or so before Fahim turned up at my door. I spent those twenty minutes just staring at the screen. Ketaki passed by the screen a couple of times, humming a song like she always did. She was wearing a shin-length skirt that she often wore at home, and a t-shirt.
As the minutes ticked by, I started panicking a little. What if Ketaki found out I had gone to all these lengths to snoop on her? What if she had been telling the truth? Maybe I should just call this whole thing off. I vacillated between self-doubt and guilt as the time passed. And finally, after several minutes of tension, the doorbell chimed in my headphone. And I watched Ketaki stride past the screen, towards the door.
The door was just outside the view of the camera, so I could only heard the voices for a while.
Did she go farther with him than she had told me? The other guys she had told me about had come later, when she was in college. Which meant Fahim was her first boyfriend. Did she still have feelings for him? Is that why she was so awkward around him?
I tried in vain to bury all these doubts. Finally I decided I needed to verify the truth somehow. But how? I could not just ask Fahim point blank if he had come here looking for her. I could of course change drivers. I decided to eventually do that. But first, I hatched what was a very weird and clumsy scheme to figure out if Ketaki had been telling the truth. And this is how the scheme unfolded.
Two weeks later, after lunch, I took out a bunch of files from my cabinet. Then I called Fahim to my office,
"Fahim, I need to work on these files at home tonight. But I have to go for a meeting later, in Mr. Shah's car. So I need you to just drop off these files at my home right now."
"Right now?" he asked.
"Yes."
"Will anyone be home?" he asked.
"Yes, my wife Ketaki will be home. I'll call and tell her to expect you."
"Okay, sir." Fahim picked up the files and left the office. I then called up Ketaki.
"Ketaki, I will be late today. I need to go meet a client with Mr. Shah. In fact I am headed towards a meeting right now and will be in meetings till later. And I may not be able to have dinner at home."
"Okay, Samir." she said.
I then told the receptionist that I would be busy in an important call, so was not to be disturbed. And I shut the door to my office, and sat in front of the computer. I put the headphones on and turned the monitor on. My living room came into view and I could hear Ketaki humming some song out of the camera's view.
Yes, in a display of extreme creepiness and paranoia, I had set up the workstation in our living room with a webcam and a powerful omnidirectional mic. I had woken up early before Ketaki to set it up. I had hooked up the webcam and the mic to a chat client. Then I did a remote login to my office computer, and started the same chat client from there on another ID. And that's how I had a direct video and audio feed of whatever was happening in my living room. I had turned the monitor off, and told Ketaki that something was wrong with the display, so she should use her laptop if she needed to check email.
With the headphones on, and my eyes on the screen, looking at the empty furniture in my living room, I waited for Fahim to eventually show up. My house was about half an hour away from office, so it would be another 20 minutes or so before Fahim turned up at my door. I spent those twenty minutes just staring at the screen. Ketaki passed by the screen a couple of times, humming a song like she always did. She was wearing a shin-length skirt that she often wore at home, and a t-shirt.
As the minutes ticked by, I started panicking a little. What if Ketaki found out I had gone to all these lengths to snoop on her? What if she had been telling the truth? Maybe I should just call this whole thing off. I vacillated between self-doubt and guilt as the time passed. And finally, after several minutes of tension, the doorbell chimed in my headphone. And I watched Ketaki stride past the screen, towards the door.
The door was just outside the view of the camera, so I could only heard the voices for a while.
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