29-05-2019, 04:50 PM
On Wednesday I called Tarun Sarkar. "Tarun, can you get me a key for that room in Muzaffarnagar?"
He knew exactly what room I was talking about. "Whoa, Sunil. Calm down. I don't like what I'm hearing. You're smart enough to recognize the foolishness of doing anything violent."
"Tarun, I assure you that I have absolutely no intention of becoming violent. I just think that it would be most appropriate if I showed up there and had a little conversation with my wife and her lover. I absolutely promise that there will be no violence. Trust me, Tarun."
There was a pause on the line and I heard the hesitation in his voice. "Ok, Sunil. I'm trusting you on this, please don't disappoint me. I'll get the key over to you by Friday morning."
"Thanks, Tarun. I owe you big time," I said before I replaced the phone on its base.
True to his word, a messenger delivered a sealed envelope early on Friday. I kept busy that morning with mundane tasks then told Pam that I would be out for the rest of the day. She had my cell phone number and would contact me if absolutely necessary.
I slipped behind the wheel of my car and headed out to the highways. I had timed the drive so that I would arrive at the Guest House about 4:30 p.m. I parked my car near the guest house and I looked around as I entered the lobby. The Guest House looked nice, and quite. The lift took me to the 2nd floor and I quickly made my way to their room. I put my ear to the door, but heard nothing.
I quietly unlocked the door and peered in. The door opened to a short hallway with a closet on the right. Beyond that was what appeared to be a small living room. This was obviously like a suite and I heard them from the doorway leading to the bedroom. I moved silently to the partly opened door, opened it further and looked in.
They didn't notice me; I doubt if they would have noticed if M.S Dhoni and his hole Indian cricket team had entered the room. Mathoor was in the midst of an orgasm and he was gasping out the last of his ejaculation. Menka was groaning and her hands were clasped tightly on his shoulders. Ufffff, could I have timed this any better?
"Bravo, bravo. What a performance. Is an encore possible?" I spoke uo loudly while applauding. It was as if a bomb had gone off in the room. Mathoor jumped from between Menka's legs and was standing by the bed clutching a portion of the sheet with which he covered his groin.
Menka had grabbed the remaining portion of the sheet to her chest. Her eyes were wide with fright and she had turned an interesting shade of gray as she recognized who was standing in the doorway. Mathoor just stood there, mouth agape. Menka had lowered her eyes. I casually moved into the room and took a seat on the chair.
"Ok, Mr. Mathoor. I won't use the term Doctor because it remains to be seen how long you'll be able to retain that title. You have two options which I will explain in detail. Option one: You will close your practice and move out from Delhi. Out of state also includes suburban cities, that's too close. May I suggest Muzaffarnagar; that way you'll still be able to meet my soon to be ex-wife and resume your weekend activities. I'm sure that she would be terribly disappointed if you did not continue fucking her every Friday and Saturday. You will have 30 days to get out.
"Option two: If you refuse option one, I'll bring immediate suit against you. I will also petition the Licensing Board to revoke your license to practice medicine in this state, which I predict would certainly limit gaining access to your profession elsewhere in the country. I don't think that they condone a physician screwing his married patients. I will also provide your wife with ample evidence in any divorce action she takes. You have 60 seconds to make a decision or I will decide what action to take." I raised my wrist and looked at my watch.
After a few seconds I heard him grate, "You son-of-a-bitch."
I raised my eyes in mock surprise. "That's not an answer. You have 20 seconds left."
"You win," he had sagged, his features drawn and frightened now. "I'll move." I saw him shake in anger and frustration. He knew that he really didn't have much of a choice. I had his balls in a vise.
"Wise choice - now get dressed and get the fuck out of here before I change my mind." I snarled.
He quickly dressed, grabbed his bag and without even a glance at Menka, departed.
As the door slammed behind him, I turned my attention to my wife. She was still sitting up in the bed with the sheet still clutched to her chest. I noticed her pallor. Her eyes were still averted, she would not meet my gaze. I saw one tear coursing down her cheek.
"Menka," I began. "I'm not going to ask why you destroyed our marriage. I don't want to know the reasons behind your adultery. I really don't give a shit about the reasons for your betrayal.
I continued. "I fully intended to destroy you. I intended to bring all of the evidence of your infidelity, written and visual, to court. Our children would have been horrified and your reputation irrevocably shredded, which would have effectively ruined your career with your firm.
"But, I'm not going down that road. I realized that by doing that I would be descending to your level and I would lose my self respect. So I'm filing for a no-fault divorce. I'll let you explain to the kids why we're splitting up. I have already rented an apartment and all of my things should be moved in by the time I leave here. I don't want you contacting me under any circumstances, either in person, by phone or by mail. I would really prefer it if I never saw you again. Right now the sight of you sickens me. Any necessary communication will be through my attorney. The necessary papers will be delivered to you on Monday morning."
To her credit she didn't start with the stale excuses. I didn't hear "oh, I'm so sorry - it was just sex - I love you, not him - I've never done this before - please forgive me - it'll never happen again - I was bored - it was just a fling." I heard none of that sorry shit. She just sat there, pale as a ghost, with her head down. For a brief moment I felt sympathy for her, but I quickly cast that aside.
I rose, looked at her one last time, turned and quickly walked out of the door and out of her life.
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Since the divorce was uncontested, it went through relatively quickly. Mathoor had kept his word (like he had a choice?) He was gone in less than a month, his practice sold to a new physician.
Menka had made no attempt to contact me which was a relief. I wanted to put this whole sorry mess behind me as quickly as possible. Did I grieve? Of course I did - it's not easy to move on after being in love with and married to a woman for almost 25 years. Did I have doubts about the action I had taken? No, I knew that I had no other option. So there were many nights that I just stared, unthinking, at television images until the boredom drove me to a sleeping pill and bed.
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He knew exactly what room I was talking about. "Whoa, Sunil. Calm down. I don't like what I'm hearing. You're smart enough to recognize the foolishness of doing anything violent."
"Tarun, I assure you that I have absolutely no intention of becoming violent. I just think that it would be most appropriate if I showed up there and had a little conversation with my wife and her lover. I absolutely promise that there will be no violence. Trust me, Tarun."
There was a pause on the line and I heard the hesitation in his voice. "Ok, Sunil. I'm trusting you on this, please don't disappoint me. I'll get the key over to you by Friday morning."
"Thanks, Tarun. I owe you big time," I said before I replaced the phone on its base.
True to his word, a messenger delivered a sealed envelope early on Friday. I kept busy that morning with mundane tasks then told Pam that I would be out for the rest of the day. She had my cell phone number and would contact me if absolutely necessary.
I slipped behind the wheel of my car and headed out to the highways. I had timed the drive so that I would arrive at the Guest House about 4:30 p.m. I parked my car near the guest house and I looked around as I entered the lobby. The Guest House looked nice, and quite. The lift took me to the 2nd floor and I quickly made my way to their room. I put my ear to the door, but heard nothing.
I quietly unlocked the door and peered in. The door opened to a short hallway with a closet on the right. Beyond that was what appeared to be a small living room. This was obviously like a suite and I heard them from the doorway leading to the bedroom. I moved silently to the partly opened door, opened it further and looked in.
They didn't notice me; I doubt if they would have noticed if M.S Dhoni and his hole Indian cricket team had entered the room. Mathoor was in the midst of an orgasm and he was gasping out the last of his ejaculation. Menka was groaning and her hands were clasped tightly on his shoulders. Ufffff, could I have timed this any better?
"Bravo, bravo. What a performance. Is an encore possible?" I spoke uo loudly while applauding. It was as if a bomb had gone off in the room. Mathoor jumped from between Menka's legs and was standing by the bed clutching a portion of the sheet with which he covered his groin.
Menka had grabbed the remaining portion of the sheet to her chest. Her eyes were wide with fright and she had turned an interesting shade of gray as she recognized who was standing in the doorway. Mathoor just stood there, mouth agape. Menka had lowered her eyes. I casually moved into the room and took a seat on the chair.
"Ok, Mr. Mathoor. I won't use the term Doctor because it remains to be seen how long you'll be able to retain that title. You have two options which I will explain in detail. Option one: You will close your practice and move out from Delhi. Out of state also includes suburban cities, that's too close. May I suggest Muzaffarnagar; that way you'll still be able to meet my soon to be ex-wife and resume your weekend activities. I'm sure that she would be terribly disappointed if you did not continue fucking her every Friday and Saturday. You will have 30 days to get out.
"Option two: If you refuse option one, I'll bring immediate suit against you. I will also petition the Licensing Board to revoke your license to practice medicine in this state, which I predict would certainly limit gaining access to your profession elsewhere in the country. I don't think that they condone a physician screwing his married patients. I will also provide your wife with ample evidence in any divorce action she takes. You have 60 seconds to make a decision or I will decide what action to take." I raised my wrist and looked at my watch.
After a few seconds I heard him grate, "You son-of-a-bitch."
I raised my eyes in mock surprise. "That's not an answer. You have 20 seconds left."
"You win," he had sagged, his features drawn and frightened now. "I'll move." I saw him shake in anger and frustration. He knew that he really didn't have much of a choice. I had his balls in a vise.
"Wise choice - now get dressed and get the fuck out of here before I change my mind." I snarled.
He quickly dressed, grabbed his bag and without even a glance at Menka, departed.
As the door slammed behind him, I turned my attention to my wife. She was still sitting up in the bed with the sheet still clutched to her chest. I noticed her pallor. Her eyes were still averted, she would not meet my gaze. I saw one tear coursing down her cheek.
"Menka," I began. "I'm not going to ask why you destroyed our marriage. I don't want to know the reasons behind your adultery. I really don't give a shit about the reasons for your betrayal.
I continued. "I fully intended to destroy you. I intended to bring all of the evidence of your infidelity, written and visual, to court. Our children would have been horrified and your reputation irrevocably shredded, which would have effectively ruined your career with your firm.
"But, I'm not going down that road. I realized that by doing that I would be descending to your level and I would lose my self respect. So I'm filing for a no-fault divorce. I'll let you explain to the kids why we're splitting up. I have already rented an apartment and all of my things should be moved in by the time I leave here. I don't want you contacting me under any circumstances, either in person, by phone or by mail. I would really prefer it if I never saw you again. Right now the sight of you sickens me. Any necessary communication will be through my attorney. The necessary papers will be delivered to you on Monday morning."
To her credit she didn't start with the stale excuses. I didn't hear "oh, I'm so sorry - it was just sex - I love you, not him - I've never done this before - please forgive me - it'll never happen again - I was bored - it was just a fling." I heard none of that sorry shit. She just sat there, pale as a ghost, with her head down. For a brief moment I felt sympathy for her, but I quickly cast that aside.
I rose, looked at her one last time, turned and quickly walked out of the door and out of her life.
##
Since the divorce was uncontested, it went through relatively quickly. Mathoor had kept his word (like he had a choice?) He was gone in less than a month, his practice sold to a new physician.
Menka had made no attempt to contact me which was a relief. I wanted to put this whole sorry mess behind me as quickly as possible. Did I grieve? Of course I did - it's not easy to move on after being in love with and married to a woman for almost 25 years. Did I have doubts about the action I had taken? No, I knew that I had no other option. So there were many nights that I just stared, unthinking, at television images until the boredom drove me to a sleeping pill and bed.
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