Adultery Ajab Si Piyas

[maitripatel]

About half an hour later, it suddenly struck me that Neeru was downstairs working in the storeroom. I immediately got up, adjusting my gown as I rose. Just before stepping out of the room, my gaze fell upon the mirror, and for a brief moment, I simply froze. I felt a sudden surge of affection for my own reflection, for at that moment, I looked far more beautiful than I usually did in my daily routine.

 
I had taken a shower that morning before breakfast, so I felt completely fresh. With the makeup on, my skin seemed to glow even more radiantly. Gazing at myself in the mirror, I picked up the perfume bottle once again and gave myself another thorough spritz.
 
Even at that moment, no untoward thoughts crossed my mind regarding what Neeru might think of me. I viewed him as nothing more than a servant.
 
As I stepped into the storeroom, I once again caught the scent of dampness that pervaded the space. However, this time, that damp smell was mingled with something else-a foul, unpleasant stench-like the odor of someone’s filthy sweat and unwashed body. At first, I couldn't figure it out; then, suddenly, my eyes fell upon Neeru, and I realized that the foul odor was emanating from his body.
 
My nose wrinkled in disgust, and my brow furrowed.
 
I noticed that Neeru had climbed up onto the gallery. He had finished scrubbing the entire gallery floor with a brush and was now dusting off the boxes and suitcases stored up there.
 
As my gaze rested on him, I saw that he had taken off his soiled shirt and placed it aside on a box. He was now clad only in his dirty “lungi” and a vest-a garment even filthier than his shirt. The vest might once have been white, but through sheer grime, its original color had vanished completely. It was sleeveless and torn in a couple of places; here and there, it was stained with black oil spots and caked with dirt.
 
His dark, swarthy arms were now completely bare, exposed all the way up to his shoulders. His chest, too, was now largely visible.
 
Upon seeing me, he spoke: "Ma'am, the cleaning is done. Now, please tell me-what should be done with these boxes?"
 
I approached the gallery and, carefully gathering my gown, ascended three steps of the wooden ladder. My upper body was now level with the gallery floor.
 
Observing the cleanliness of the gallery, I felt a momentary urge to compliment him. He had truly executed the work exactly as my husband had instructed. Saud had been absolutely right in saying that Neeru was a capable worker, but utterly lacking in brains.
 
Recalling my husband's words, I smiled faintly.
 
A short distance away, Neeru was sitting on his haunches. His “lungi” had ridden up to his knees, leaving his dark, swarthy legs fully exposed to my view.
 
As I drew this close to him, I once again became acutely aware of the foul odor rising from his body. His entire frame was drenched in sweat. His shoulders, chest, and arms were right before my eyes-completely bare-with beads of sweat glistening upon them.
 
Neeru was standing right there in the hall, looking around. The moment he saw me, he asked, "Ma'am, shall we start the cleaning?"
 
I replied, "Yes, but first, we need to start with the storeroom. Come with me."
 
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