Lusty Feminist Wife: Mishti ki masti (Scene 6)

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Scene 3: The Call

I took a deep breath, trying to steady my shaking hands. I looked at Amit and I told Amit, exactly what I saw in the room. I didn't leave out any dirty detail. I told him about the sweat, the way her legs were wrapped around that stranger, the sounds of pleasure coming from her throat that used to be only for me. I told him how that gym trainer bastard was using my wife like a cheap doll and how she was letting him do it on our marriage bed.

Amit stood up and started walking around the room, rubbing his forehead in frustration. I looked at him and he said, "You must have recorded something on your phone? Shubhankar, think! You know how the laws are in our country. If she cries domestic violence or says you hit her, you are finished. We need proof."

I looked at him like he was speaking a foreign language.

I said, "Amit, I am not thinking that far right now. I need to understand first what has happened. I just walked out. I didn't think about cameras or recording. My life is burning and you are talking about security officer?" I paused, looking between Amit and Shweta. "Did you guys notice anything? To me everything was normal. I didn't get a hint, from her expressions, from her talk, from the way she behaved with me. This came out of nowhere. If she was not happy with me she should have talked. We are adults!"

Shweta Bhabhi was sitting on the edge of the sofa, looking terrified. Bhabhi said, "Yes, this is highly unusual, this is not how it should happen. Mishti... she always seemed so devoted. Mishti loves you a lot."
My blood boiled hearing that.

I said, "Bhabhi, don't say her name, I feel disgusted by this name. A woman who loves her husband doesn't open her legs for a stranger the moment he leaves the city."

The room went silent again. Shweta looked down, ashamed for her friend.
Amit stopped pacing. He sat down next to me, putting a hand on my knee. Amit said, "Hey, tell me Shubhankar, we are with you, tell us what you need. We are your family now. Tell us what you want to do, do you want us to talk with her? Did you want to involve her parents? We can call your father-in-law right now."

I imagined the chaos. Her mother crying, my parents having heart attacks, the society talking.
I said, "No not parents, things will go out of hand. Not yet. I can't face them yet."
Bhabhi said, "Which means we should talk with her. We need to hear her side, even if it is lies. We need closure."
Amit nodded firmly. He looked at his wife. "Shweta, call her and tell her to come here, we want to talk. Tell her Shubhankar is here and she needs to come right now if she wants to save any dignity."

Shweta Bhabhi picked up her phone. Her hands were shaking slightly too. She found the number and pressed the call button. She looked at me and put it on speaker.

Tring... Tring...
My heart started hammering against my chest again. I wanted to smash the phone, but I also wanted to hear her voice.
Tring... Tring...
The phone was picked up.
"Hello? Shweta?" Mishti’s voice came through. She was crying. I could hear the heavy, ugly sobbing on the other end. "Shweta, please... is Shubhankar with you? Is he there?"

I clenched my fists, digging my nails into my palms. Her voice, which used to sound like music to me, now sounded like nails on a chalkboard.
Shweta Bhabhi took a deep breath, making her voice hard and serious, unlike her usual sweet tone. "Yes, Mishti. He is here."
"Oh thank God," Mishti sobbed. "Is he okay? He... he just left. He was so angry. I was so scared he would do something to himself. Please let me talk to him, Shweta. Please give the phone to him."

I signaled 'No' to Shweta with my hand. I couldn't speak. If I opened my mouth, I would only scream abuse.
"He doesn't want to talk to you right now, Mishti," Shweta said coldly. "And frankly, looking at his condition, I don't blame him. You have done something terrible."
"I know... I know I made a mistake," Mishti cried, her voice cracking. "It was just... it was a moment of weakness. I don't know what happened to me. Please, I love him. Tell him I love him."

"Stop it!" Amit shouted from his seat, unable to control himself. "Stop with this 'love' drama, Mishti! We know what you did."
"Amit bhaiya?" Mishti sounded terrified. "Please... you guys have to understand."

"We understand that you cheated on your husband in his own house," Shweta said, cutting her off. "Listen to me clearly, Mishti. If you have any shame left, come to our house. Right now. We are sitting in the hall. Come here and face him."
"I... I can't," Mishti stammered. "I am scared. He was so angry. What if he hits me?"
I looked at Amit. Me? Hit her? She destroys my soul and now she is playing the victim card?

"He is not going to touch you," Shweta said sternly. "Shubhankar is a decent man, unlike the company you have been keeping. Come here alone. Don't bring anyone else. Do you understand?"
There was a pause, just the sound of her sniffling on the line.

"Okay," she whispered. "I am coming. I am coming right now. Please tell him not to leave."

Shweta cut the call and placed the phone on the table face down.
"She is coming," Shweta said softly.
I leaned back on the sofa, closing my eyes. I felt exhausted, drained of all energy. The woman I trusted blindly was coming over to explain why she shattered my world for a few minutes of pleasure.
"Let her come," I said, my voice low and dark. "I want to see what lie she invents now."