22-04-2025, 08:36 AM
A Heavy Compromise
Vanitha, frozen by Mani’s sobs, slowly gathered herself, raising her voice.
Vanitha: "Mani, get up, wash your face, and come back."
Mani wiped his tears, head bowed, and shuffled to the kitchen sink. Vanitha rose, went to the bathroom, splashed cold water on her face, adjusted her deep red saree, and returned to the desk refreshed—her saree still pristine, but her mind heavy. Mani stood across, hesitantly meeting her gaze. Vanitha, voice firm, demanded.
Vanitha: "Alright, Mani. Give me the phone."
Mani stammered, head lowered.
Mani: "Okay, okay, madam… but, but… I need a small favor first, madam."
Vanitha, shocked and angry, asked softly.
Vanitha: "What, Mani?"
Mani fell to her feet again, pleading.
Mani: "Sorry, madam! I don’t know another way, madam! Sorry, madam!"
Vanitha, resolute but tense, pressed.
Vanitha: "What is it, Mani? Speak!"
Mani, faltering, said slowly.
Mani: "Madam… madam… I… I want to spend a full day with you, madam. Sorry, madam…"
A heavy silence gripped the room—Vanitha’s mind reeled, though she’d half-expected this. Staring at the desk, she weighed the consequences—refusing him wouldn’t risk her job or safety. But her reputation, her name, and the GM’s respect—he saw her as a daughter—would be at stake. Yet, this wasn’t just Mani’s fault; she’d teased him, crossed boundaries. If she agreed, would it end here? Her mind spun with questions and answers.
After ten minutes of silence, Vanitha, voice heavy, asked.
Vanitha: "Mani, will you swear not to bother me again after this?"
Mani stood, stunned by her response, eyes eager.
Mani: "Absolutely, madam! Absolutely! I swear, madam! On the day you choose, I’ll hand over my phone first, then we…"
Mani trailed off. His eyes locked on Vanitha—she met his gaze firmly, saying slowly.
Vanitha: "Fine, tomorrow. Submit this file to the office and bring the documents I asked for."
Without another word, Vanitha grabbed her bag and left the quarters. She got into her car, driving home. Mani stood by the desk, shocked, processing her answer—his eyes mixed surprise and unease.
At home, Vanitha went straight to the bedroom, shutting the door—still in her deep red saree, she buried her face in the pillow, silently weeping. Her tears soaked the pillow—guilt, fear, and shame overwhelmed her. She didn’t know when she fell asleep.
At 9 PM, Maithili’s knock woke her. Vanitha wiped her eyes and opened the door—Maithili stood with a plate of food, speaking softly.
Maithili: "Vanitha, Vinith called; he’ll be late tonight. I helped the kids with lessons, fed them, and put them to bed. Eat and rest, don’t worry."
Vanitha nodded with a faint smile, taking the food.
Vanitha: "Okay, Amma. Thanks."
She ate slowly, collapsing onto the bed—her mind swirled with dread. Tomorrow, her decision, and its fallout haunted her. Closing her eyes, she slipped into a restless sleep, her heart still heavy.
Vanitha, frozen by Mani’s sobs, slowly gathered herself, raising her voice.
Vanitha: "Mani, get up, wash your face, and come back."
Mani wiped his tears, head bowed, and shuffled to the kitchen sink. Vanitha rose, went to the bathroom, splashed cold water on her face, adjusted her deep red saree, and returned to the desk refreshed—her saree still pristine, but her mind heavy. Mani stood across, hesitantly meeting her gaze. Vanitha, voice firm, demanded.
Vanitha: "Alright, Mani. Give me the phone."
Mani stammered, head lowered.
Mani: "Okay, okay, madam… but, but… I need a small favor first, madam."
Vanitha, shocked and angry, asked softly.
Vanitha: "What, Mani?"
Mani fell to her feet again, pleading.
Mani: "Sorry, madam! I don’t know another way, madam! Sorry, madam!"
Vanitha, resolute but tense, pressed.
Vanitha: "What is it, Mani? Speak!"
Mani, faltering, said slowly.
Mani: "Madam… madam… I… I want to spend a full day with you, madam. Sorry, madam…"
A heavy silence gripped the room—Vanitha’s mind reeled, though she’d half-expected this. Staring at the desk, she weighed the consequences—refusing him wouldn’t risk her job or safety. But her reputation, her name, and the GM’s respect—he saw her as a daughter—would be at stake. Yet, this wasn’t just Mani’s fault; she’d teased him, crossed boundaries. If she agreed, would it end here? Her mind spun with questions and answers.
After ten minutes of silence, Vanitha, voice heavy, asked.
Vanitha: "Mani, will you swear not to bother me again after this?"
Mani stood, stunned by her response, eyes eager.
Mani: "Absolutely, madam! Absolutely! I swear, madam! On the day you choose, I’ll hand over my phone first, then we…"
Mani trailed off. His eyes locked on Vanitha—she met his gaze firmly, saying slowly.
Vanitha: "Fine, tomorrow. Submit this file to the office and bring the documents I asked for."
Without another word, Vanitha grabbed her bag and left the quarters. She got into her car, driving home. Mani stood by the desk, shocked, processing her answer—his eyes mixed surprise and unease.
At home, Vanitha went straight to the bedroom, shutting the door—still in her deep red saree, she buried her face in the pillow, silently weeping. Her tears soaked the pillow—guilt, fear, and shame overwhelmed her. She didn’t know when she fell asleep.
At 9 PM, Maithili’s knock woke her. Vanitha wiped her eyes and opened the door—Maithili stood with a plate of food, speaking softly.
Maithili: "Vanitha, Vinith called; he’ll be late tonight. I helped the kids with lessons, fed them, and put them to bed. Eat and rest, don’t worry."
Vanitha nodded with a faint smile, taking the food.
Vanitha: "Okay, Amma. Thanks."
She ate slowly, collapsing onto the bed—her mind swirled with dread. Tomorrow, her decision, and its fallout haunted her. Closing her eyes, she slipped into a restless sleep, her heart still heavy.
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