Adultery DISEASE

[OLDWINE]

NEXT DAY

NATASHA


I am not gonna honor Mr.Gupta's flirtatious request. Wearing something that another man wants in order to extract information from him - I am not cut out for that job; neither am I married for it nor do I desire to follow another man's whims.


I did not protest Mr.Gupta's proposal cause I knew the next day he was going to forget all about it. As usual, I am wearing a homely Salwar suit while visiting Mr.Gupta's house.

As I entered Vishal's house, I could see that it was in complete disarray. Clothes were scattered all over the floor, newspapers were strewn across the coffee table, and dishes were piled up in the sink. I couldn't help but think that this was not the Vishal I saw yesterday. He was so cheerful and full of life yesterday, but today, this place looks as gloomy as a graveyard.

"Good Morning, Trisha," Mr.Gupta greets me but with the wrong name.

My heart sinks. His bright smile and kind eyes instantly catch my 
attention. 
I can tell he can't remember my name, but something about me makes him feel warm and happy.
Do I really look like his old flame? Was this Trisha woman his lover once?

'Hello Vishal,' I greet him with a smile, hiding my sadness. 'Do you remember me?'

Vishal tries to recall, but his mind fails him. 'I'm sorry, dear. I can't seem to remember your name."

"It's Natasha. I am your neighbor....and friend,' I say that with as much kindness as I can conjure.

'Natasha, yes. I remember now. You have such a lovely name,' Vishal says, trying his best to hold onto this new memory.

I laugh softly. 'Thank you, Vishal. Is there anything I can do for you today?'

"I remember now. I've been meaning to ask you for a favor. Yeah, I already asked you for this favor. You promised to wear a saree today, Natasha." Mr. Gupta sounds betrayed.

Damn, he remembers !!!

"You did?' I gulp, a little unsure of how to handle this delicate situation.

"I was wondering if you could help me remember something,' Vishal says, his expression changing suddenly.

I can't understand where this is going, but I decide to play along, "Okay, what is it that you want me to help you remember?'

"I want to see you in a saree. I want to remember what a true beauty looks like in a saree," Vishal says, his voice laced with seduction. "A sexy saree.'

My cheeks blushed at his request. I am stunned by his boldness and don't know how to respond.

"Please, Natasha. I promise I won't tell anyone. I just want to see you in a saree one last time before I forget," Vishal pleads, looking confused.

Surprised by his request, My face gets warmer.

 But seeing the longing in Vishal's eyes, I couldn't refuse this time, "Of course, Vishal. I'll come in the evening wearing a saree."

"A sexy one." Vishal grins.

"I don't know, Vishal. I don't have a saree like that." I reply, trying to stay composed.

Vishal smiles mischievously, "I'm sure you can find one among all those wedding gifts you got recently, aren't you?"

I laugh at his cheeky remark. He is being stubborn like a bulldog. I think to myself, what's the harm if this brings a little joy into his life? After all, he is gonna forget about it the next day.


"Okay, I'll see what I can do," I say, winking at him.

Vishal's face lit up, 'Excellent! I'll be waiting for you.' He says.

I couldn't believe what had just happened.

I kept telling myself that I was doing this to cheer up a sick Alzheimer's patient, but I couldn't deny that it was exciting, and I found myself looking forward to seeing his reaction when I wore the sexy saree.