Adultery Beloved Mother

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Rakesh cleared his throat, adjusting the gold chain around his thick neck. "Bhabi ji," he said with exaggerated politeness, fingers steepled under his chin, "don't misunderstand me, but how much does teaching those street urchins pay you?" The overhead bulb flickered as if embarrassed by his act. Mother's fingers tightened around the edge of her faded nightgown, the one with the stretched neckline that kept slipping to reveal the healing bite mark.
Father answered before she could, his voice wheezing between labored breaths. "Very little, Rakesh-ji. Barely enough for medicines." His skeletal fingers plucked at the frayed blanket covering his broken leg. A drop of sweat traced the hollow of his temple. "What can we do? God has written our fate this way."