Lusty Feminist Wife: Mishti ki masti (Scene 6)

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Scene 2: The Escape to Amit’s House

I walked out of the house and ran to the corner of the road, looking up, left, right everywhere, my hand on my head wondering what had happened to my life. The afternoon sun was burning my skin, but I felt cold from inside. The noise of the traffic, the auto-rickshaws honking, everything felt distant, like I was watching a movie of someone else’s life.

I realized I left my luggage in the house. My laptop, my clothes, the gifts I bought for her, everything was back there in that room of betrayal. I didn't knew where to go, what to do, whom to call. I couldn't go back in there. If I saw that man again, or saw her face again, I might do something crazy. I might kill someone or kill myself.

My mind was racing with 10 different thoughts, I need to sit somewhere and think. Why did she do it? Was I not enough? How long has this been going on? The questions were hammering inside my brain.

I walked faster towards my best friend's house. Amit lived just three blocks away. We were college buddies, we were of the same age, talked the same way, we graduated in the same course, worked in same industry but different companies. He was the only one who would understand. He had a wife, Shweta, and a single kid, born a few months back. They were a happy family. Like I thought I was, I told myself bitterly.
I reached his building and ran up the stairs, skipping steps. I rang the bell, I was panting, breathing heavily, sweat dripping from my forehead into my eyes.

The door opened. Shweta Bhabhi stood there. She was wearing a simple house gown, her hair tied up in a messy bun. She looked at my face, at my sweat soaked shirt and wild eyes.

She asked, "Aray, Shubhankar what happened? You look terrible."

I gasped for air, leaning against the doorframe. I said, "Bhabhi, my wife... my wife, she has ruined my happy life."
She looked confused, her eyebrows knitting together. She said, "What? Calm down, sit. Come inside first. I will bring glass of water."
I stumbled inside and collapsed onto their sofa. The living room was full of toys. It looked so peaceful, so normal. It made my heart ache more.

I said, "Where is Amit? I want to talk to him. I need him right now."

She said, "Amit has just gone outside to get some groceries, he will be back in few minutes. But tell me nah, what happened, I am feeling scared? Where is Mishti? Did something happen to her? Is she in hospital?"

She thought Mishti was hurt. She thought some accident happened. I looked up at her, my eyes burning with tears that refused to fall.

I said, "She was having sex with another man, the moment I entered our bedroom, the man was fucking her and I saw it and later she was smiling shamelessly."

Shweta Bhabhi froze. The glass of water in her hand shook, spilling a little on the floor. Her mouth opened, but no sound came out for a second.
"Shubhankar..." she whispered, her voice full of shock. "Are... are you sure? Maybe you misunderstood?"

"Misunderstood?" I laughed loudly, a crazy sound. "Bhabhi, there is nothing to misunderstand when a man is pounding your wife on your own bed! I saw them naked! I saw her saree on the floor! She was enjoying it!"

I put my head in my hands, grabbing my hair tight. The image of the gym guy jumping off my bed was replaying in my mind like a broken video loop.

"Chi... I can't believe this," Shweta Bhabhi said, placing the glass on the table and sitting on the chair opposite me. She looked disgusted and shocked. "Mishti? But she seemed so... devoted. She always talks about you."

"It was all a lie," I said, my voice shaking. "All of it. Two weeks I was gone. Just two weeks! And she couldn't wait. She brought him to my house. To my bed."

I took the glass of water and gulped it down in one go, but my throat was still dry. My hands were trembling so much I almost dropped the empty glass.

"Who was the guy?" Shweta asked softly, leaning forward.
"I don't know," I spat out. "Some tall bastard. Looked like a gym trainer or something. He ran away like a coward when he saw me. And Mishti... she just stood there covering herself, looking at me with those big eyes, saying 'sorry'."

"I am so sorry, Shubhankar bhaiya," Shweta said, her tone changing to sympathy. "I don't know what to say. This is... this is too much."
Just then, the sound of a key turning in the lock echoed in the room. The door opened and Amit walked in, holding two heavy bags of vegetables. He was smiling, humming a song.

"Shweta, I got the fresh paneer you wanted," Amit said, kicking the door shut behind him. Then he saw me. He saw me sitting on the sofa, red-faced, sweating, looking like a destroyed man. He saw Shweta looking pale.

"Shubhankar?" Amit dropped the bags on the floor. " Aray, when did you come back? What are you doing here? You look like you saw a ghost."
I looked at my best friend. The only person I could trust. My control broke.

"Amit..." I choked out.

"What happened?" Amit walked quickly to me, putting a hand on my shoulder. He looked at Shweta. "Shweta, what happened to him?"
I grabbed Amit’s hand. "Everything is finished, Amit. Mishti... she cheated on me."

Amit looked at me, then at Shweta, then back at me. "What do you mean cheated? Like... texting someone?"

"No," I said, looking him straight in the eye, the anger rising again. "I caught her in bed with someone else. Just now."

The room went deadly silent. Amit’s grip on my shoulder tightened. The reality of the situation was settling in the room like a heavy fog. I was a man with no home, no wife, and a broken heart, sitting in my friend's living room, while my life had turned into a dirty joke.