21-10-2022, 11:32 AM
"What are you doing here?" Ketaki asked in Hindi in a worried voice.
"Sir told me to drop off these files." Fahim replied, also in Hindi, in a very flat voice.
"What?" I heard her voice going higher.
"Sir told me to drop off these files." Fahim repeated himself.
"He didn't say anything to me when he called a while back."
There was silence for a few seconds.
"Come in. I'll call Samir." Ketaki walked towards the phone on the table which was in view of the camera, followed by Fahim who was holding the huge stack of files very effortlessly. I reached for my cellphone. Within a few seconds, my cellphone started ringing. I pressed the silent button.
"He is not answering. Is probably in a meeting." she said. "Okay, just put them on the dining table over there."
Fahim walked out of the camera's view, and Ketaki just stood near the phone, fidgeting with her hands, staring in his direction. A few seconds later, Fahim came back into view.
"Do you......want some water?" Ketaki tentatively asked.
"Yes, that would be nice." Fahim said.
"Have a seat."
Fahim sat down on the couch right opposite to the webcam, facing the screen. He looked around the living room curiously. Ketaki returned with a tray that had a glass of water and a glass of orange juice.
"Have some juice as well." she said, placing the tray on the coffee table in front of him. She sat down on the couch with a couple of feet of space between them.
"Very nice house you have here. And a very cute son as well. And a nice husband. You have a great family, Ketaki." Fahim said politely, and I started leaning towards thinking that I had been too paranoid after all.
"Thanks. Do you have....are you....." Ketaki stammered.
"Married? Yes. Two wives. Five kids. Three live with my first wife in the village. Two live here with my second wife and me." Fahim said.
"You have two wives?" Ketaki said, sounding surprised. Indian law allows '.s to have up to four wives.
"Yeah, well, you know me." Fahim said and started laughing. Ketaki smiled. That confused me a little. What did he mean by 'you know me'.
Fahim finished off the water and picked up the juice glass and leaned back.
"But Ketaki, I must say." he said, taking a sip of the juice, "Neither of those two compare to you."
"Fahim!" Ketaki said, sounding a little upset.
"It's the truth, sweetheart. There was never anyone before or after you that matched up." Fahim said, and then added, "In every way possible."
"Fahim, you can't talk to me like that!" Ketaki said admonishingly, "I am a married woman, a mother....I am your boss's wife for god's sake!"
Fahim moved on the couch until he was right next to her, brought his face close to hers and said,
"I am just speaking from the heart." he said, and then tried to put his hand on her hand. She slapped it away and got up.
"I think you should go."
"I am just talking, Ketaki!" Fahim said, also getting up.
"Just leave, Fahim, or I'll tell Samir."
"Tell him what?" Fahim said and laughed. "Have you told him about us?"
"Yes."
"Really? You have told him EVERYTHING about us?" Fahim said,
"I have told him enough." Ketaki said, folding her arms emphatically. What did that mean? She had told me "enough" but not everything?
"Haha, still folding your arms in that adorable way. You haven't changed a bit in ten years, Ketaki." Fahim said. That rang another bell in my head - ten years? I thought Ketaki said it had been sixteen years. Ten years was how long we had been married.
"You seem to have gotten a lot more obnoxious though." Ketaki said defiantly.
"Ouch." Fahim said, putting his hand on his heart, feigning an injury, "This is one thing you have that no other woman does. Your attitude. Your sharp tongue."
"Fahim, I am..." Ketaki started saying, but suddenly he took to rapid steps, and in a flash had her in his embrace. And had put his lips on hers.
Ketaki struggled, but my 5'3" wife was no match for his hulk-like strength. I watched, awestruck as my driver continued to kiss my wife. Sirens of panic were going off in my head. He was forcing himself on her. I should do something. Maybe call home. That would put a stop to this.
"Sir told me to drop off these files." Fahim replied, also in Hindi, in a very flat voice.
"What?" I heard her voice going higher.
"Sir told me to drop off these files." Fahim repeated himself.
"He didn't say anything to me when he called a while back."
There was silence for a few seconds.
"Come in. I'll call Samir." Ketaki walked towards the phone on the table which was in view of the camera, followed by Fahim who was holding the huge stack of files very effortlessly. I reached for my cellphone. Within a few seconds, my cellphone started ringing. I pressed the silent button.
"He is not answering. Is probably in a meeting." she said. "Okay, just put them on the dining table over there."
Fahim walked out of the camera's view, and Ketaki just stood near the phone, fidgeting with her hands, staring in his direction. A few seconds later, Fahim came back into view.
"Do you......want some water?" Ketaki tentatively asked.
"Yes, that would be nice." Fahim said.
"Have a seat."
Fahim sat down on the couch right opposite to the webcam, facing the screen. He looked around the living room curiously. Ketaki returned with a tray that had a glass of water and a glass of orange juice.
"Have some juice as well." she said, placing the tray on the coffee table in front of him. She sat down on the couch with a couple of feet of space between them.
"Very nice house you have here. And a very cute son as well. And a nice husband. You have a great family, Ketaki." Fahim said politely, and I started leaning towards thinking that I had been too paranoid after all.
"Thanks. Do you have....are you....." Ketaki stammered.
"Married? Yes. Two wives. Five kids. Three live with my first wife in the village. Two live here with my second wife and me." Fahim said.
"You have two wives?" Ketaki said, sounding surprised. Indian law allows '.s to have up to four wives.
"Yeah, well, you know me." Fahim said and started laughing. Ketaki smiled. That confused me a little. What did he mean by 'you know me'.
Fahim finished off the water and picked up the juice glass and leaned back.
"But Ketaki, I must say." he said, taking a sip of the juice, "Neither of those two compare to you."
"Fahim!" Ketaki said, sounding a little upset.
"It's the truth, sweetheart. There was never anyone before or after you that matched up." Fahim said, and then added, "In every way possible."
"Fahim, you can't talk to me like that!" Ketaki said admonishingly, "I am a married woman, a mother....I am your boss's wife for god's sake!"
Fahim moved on the couch until he was right next to her, brought his face close to hers and said,
"I am just speaking from the heart." he said, and then tried to put his hand on her hand. She slapped it away and got up.
"I think you should go."
"I am just talking, Ketaki!" Fahim said, also getting up.
"Just leave, Fahim, or I'll tell Samir."
"Tell him what?" Fahim said and laughed. "Have you told him about us?"
"Yes."
"Really? You have told him EVERYTHING about us?" Fahim said,
"I have told him enough." Ketaki said, folding her arms emphatically. What did that mean? She had told me "enough" but not everything?
"Haha, still folding your arms in that adorable way. You haven't changed a bit in ten years, Ketaki." Fahim said. That rang another bell in my head - ten years? I thought Ketaki said it had been sixteen years. Ten years was how long we had been married.
"You seem to have gotten a lot more obnoxious though." Ketaki said defiantly.
"Ouch." Fahim said, putting his hand on his heart, feigning an injury, "This is one thing you have that no other woman does. Your attitude. Your sharp tongue."
"Fahim, I am..." Ketaki started saying, but suddenly he took to rapid steps, and in a flash had her in his embrace. And had put his lips on hers.
Ketaki struggled, but my 5'3" wife was no match for his hulk-like strength. I watched, awestruck as my driver continued to kiss my wife. Sirens of panic were going off in my head. He was forcing himself on her. I should do something. Maybe call home. That would put a stop to this.
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