Adultery WiFi WIFEY

[NightOwl]

UPDATE 3
                                                 
                                                                                                    TRISHA





I was visiting my sister's house. She has recently become a mom. We stayed the weekend there, helping her out and spending time with my niece.


When we got home on Monday evening, I forgot about the wifi game since the stranger did not update his wifi name the last time I checked. I prepare dinner by rummaging through the refrigerator, throwing together some of the leftover ingredients. I quickly improvised a hearty meal - a vegetable curry, fried rice, and fried plantains on the side.

Once I was done, I settled on the bed and reluctantly checked the wifi name.

"If I what?" I frown, confused, excited and annoyed at the same time after reading the stranger's wifi name. 

Whoever it was, it felt a bit exciting. I take one last deep breath and read the wifi name again. 

I mumble, "If I do what."? a bit loudly this time.

"Something wrong." Arun enquires.

Arun's questioning face peeking from behind his laptop- "If what?" "Oh..nothing.." I pretend to be busy with something else and finally finish my beckoning work putting aside the wifi mystery for a while.

"Care for a walk?" I ask Arun.

Arun reluctantly agrees. He is busy with work, but I don't want to go out alone since I am being stalked.

Arun and I clasped hands and walked out of the house. We could see the streetlights of the neighbourhood getting lit and the noise of the waves at the beach shore slowly beginning to drum up.

We take the narrow walkway shortcut, crossing through the houses around ours. My mind races, thinking -*My stalker could be anybody*

On the way, I pass Rahul, the college teen who lives near my house,  but avert my eyes, not wanting to attract attention. My stalker could be Rahul too!!! Who knows, maybe he is the one who is taking his chances with the neighbourhood Bhabi.Cliche!

I peek inside the neighbouring houses to take a closer look inside. I catch a glimpse of a lonely Mr Sharma sitting inside a room. He is a widower. Maybe he is the architect behind all this. Lonely nights and a lonely bed must have bred wicked ideas.

I was gawking at the shadow of Mr Gupta and his quarrelsome teen daughters behind the curtains. Maybe Mr Gupta is fed up with his family life and decided to flirt with me. A noise startled me. The watchman. He is on duty patrolling the streets.

Suddenly it hits me that he could be the one stalking me - my anonymous prankster.

The realisation made my mind race, and I started to think of all the possibilities. It could be someone I call a brother, an uncle, a neighbour or even a college kid. Whoever it was, the idea of being followed was thrilling. Something not so safe.

I try to shake off the thought and look away when I catch Arun's eyes piercing through mine. He knew something was wrong. I quickly mumble, 'If I do what?' and watch Arun furrow his eyebrows and process the thought.

He turns to me, asking, 'What's with you, Trisha? You are being strange."

I quickly lie and tell him everything is fine before returning to our house. I take a deep breath, realising I'll never get the answer to my question this way.

My anonymous prankster is in these boulevards or any of those houses, living an apparently perfect life. Suddenly our gated community, Green Valley, seems not so boring & perfect.
"What happened to that Pervert who was harassing you?" Arun asks while putting his shoes on the rack.

I shrug, "He is still trying."

Arun seems surprised at my nonchalance, "What do you mean he is still trying? That weird wifi naming still going on?"
He quickly takes out his phone to check.

"What does this mean? I will if you---?" He clenches his jaw.

"Nothing probably.He is goofing around." I laugh.

" Why are you taking this so lightly? He could be a psychopath." Arun cautions me.

"Is it wise to mess with a psycho?" I reply
"It is not wise to communicate with him either.", Arun talks back.

We are inside our bedroom now.
"Look. This pervert is harmless. Let me flush him out in my way. If you intervene,you will scare him away, and we will never know who the culprit is. That would be worse. We could never fully trust anybody here if we never get to know the identity of the prankster." I try to reason.

"What's your plan then?" Arun asks with displeasure.

"The plan is simple . Carry on with his creepy game and wait for him to make a mistake."I propose.

Arun looks hesitant.

"Come on!! Let's play this wanna-be Playa." I smile mischievously," I can stop any time by calling security if I feel threatened."

Arun warns," As soon as you know this dirtbag's identity let me know. I will handle it from there."
That's all I wanted to hear.

By then, I had opened my laptop and started changing my wifi name - "If what?"

 I smirk and click Enter.

I know I am playing with fire, but that enthrals me. It made me feel powerful and in control of a situation. I am beginning to enjoy this tussle, our little game of wits.

Meanwhile, my husband prophecises, "The game is on! I can picture the creep playing his creepy game, and you are trying your best to catch him off guard. You would change the wifi name back and forth, incorporating different jokes and pop-culture references in an attempt to set the traps for him. Sometimes, his reactions would slip through, and I know that you would slowly but surely get closer and closer to his identity.And, One day,boom he will give away his identity and then ...." Arun smiles ominously, crackling his knuckles.



Now I get a sense of why Arun is getting out of this. He is looking for vigilante-type justice. He wants to beat up the culprit before handing him to the authority.