Adultery Who Watches The Watchmen (continued)

[samgreenvalley]

The rest of the morning was spent cleaning. I scrubbed the bathroom until my hands bled. I washed the utensils that had been left behind by the previous occupant—a Bihari family who apparently never heard of dish soap. I swept the floors twice. Dara went to his duty post at the main gate, looking official in his khaki uniform. I watched him from the window, standing straight despite his age, saluting cars as they entered.


By noon, I was exhausted and hungry. I made dal-chawal with the pressure cooker. Dara came for lunch, and we ate in silence. The food was bland—I had forgotten to buy salt. He didn’t complain. After lunch, he went back to work, and I decided to explore the colony.


Big mistake.


I was walking near the clubhouse when I saw Mr. Sharma again. He was sitting on a bench under a peepal tree, drinking chai from a kulhad. He waved me over.


“Menaka-ji! Come, come. Sit.”


I hesitated, then sat on the opposite end of the bench.


“So,” he said, lighting a cigarette, “how did you and Dara-ji meet?”


“Arranged marriage,” I lied. “My parents are from Nepal. We met through family.”


“Ah. And no children?”


“No,” I lied again. “We lost one. Still trying.”


He nodded, his eyes never leaving my face. “You are very beautiful, Menaka-ji. Too beautiful for a watchman.”


I felt my face flush. “Sharma-ji, please.”


“I am just stating a fact.” He leaned closer. I could smell the tobacco on his breath. “You know, I have some influence in this society. I could get Dara-ji a promotion. Head watchman. Better quarters. More money. All you have to do is be… friendly.”


His hand landed on my knee. I froze. For a moment, the old Menaka—the one before Dara, before the cameras, before the gangbang—would have slapped him and run away. But I am not that woman anymore. I am the woman who swallowed a security guard’s cum while my husband watched. I am the woman who let a maid’s husband fuck her ass on her own bed.


So instead of pushing him away, I looked at his hand and said, “What kind of friendly?”


He smiled, revealing those stained teeth. “Meet me tonight. 9 PM. The clubhouse has a back room. I have the keys. We can discuss the promotion in private.”


I stood up. “I will think about it.”


As I walked away, I could feel his eyes burning holes into my back.