Misc. Erotica The Astrologer and My Wife (COMPLETED)- By Novelist Casanova

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I was going home happy.

In the car I kept thinking about the day. The case was over. The client was the son of a high-profile man, and my fees had come in cash — ten crores. For the first time in a long while I was not thinking about court, juniors, or the next hearing. I was thinking about my wife and my son. I decided I would take both of them to Thailand. A proper trip abroad. Good hotels, some rest, and a change from Bangalore. The whole drive home I was planning it in my head and smiling to myself.
The moment I entered the house, that happiness broke.
My son was sitting on the sofa in complete shock. My wife stood near him, also in shock, her face full of worry and sadness. The air in the house was heavy.
As soon as she saw me, my wife came running and hugged me tightly. Then she began crying against my chest.

A sudden fear went through me.
“What happened?” I asked, holding her. “Tell me what happened.”
My son looked up, eyes red, and his voice came out broken.
“Appa… I failed. I failed in the exams.”
For a second I just stood there with my wife still crying against me.
I accepted it faster than they did.
“It’s okay,” I said, keeping my voice steady. “Failed papers can be cleared. He can write them next semester and pass. This is not the end.”
But my wife pulled back from the hug and shook her head at once. There was a kind of desperation in her face I had rarely seen.
“No, Shiva. I don’t want him to carry backlogs. I wanted him to pass this time itself.”
Her voice was full of pain and urgency.

“I told all my friends he would become a successful advocate like you. Some of them I even told he might become a judge one day. If he fails now, what face will I show them? It will bring me shame.”
She looked at our son, then back at me, and the desperation only grew sharper.
“I don’t care what it takes. He has to pass this time itself. I will do anything for that. Anything. I cannot sit and watch him carry this failure.”
My son lowered his head further. My wife’s eyes were still wet, but behind the tears there was a fierce, restless determination. In that moment it was clear — this was not ordinary sadness. She was prepared to go to any length to make him clear his exams now.

The ten crores, Thailand, the happy plans I had made in the car — all of it suddenly felt far away.
The entire mood in the house was spoilt.
What I had walked in carrying as a victory had turned, within minutes, into the first real crack in our home.