03-01-2019, 11:42 PM
I got up after couple of hours as Richa’s cell phone was ringing. It was in silent mode but vibrating and had unknown number. I didn’t answer and just left it back on the side table. It ringed one more time after 5 minutes and seemed to be same number. I thought of answering this time but it got disconnected before I could. Richa was still in deep slumber after all the exertion in the day. I didn’t disturb her and went to bathroom to freshen up. When I came out of bathroom I saw 3rd missed call from that number on her phone. That really got me curious and excited as well. Was it Ranabhir? Patil Sir? Or another tormentor whose number is not yet saved? I was tempted to wake her up but I avoided and went towards the kitchen to make some coffee. I was then relaxing in the living room sipping the coffee and watching football game on the television. We didn’t really had any plan; so I was looking forward to spend a leisure evening at home watching sports.
Richa came out to the room after about half an hour. She was looking somewhat tired as she cuddled me on the sofa and kissed. I kissed her back. “Sorry! I overslept. Looks like you’ve already prepared coffee!”, Richa said. “Let me get you a cup darling!”, I responded and walked to the kitchen to fetch my dear wife a cup of warm coffee. I received another kiss for serving that coffee! Richa wasn’t really into football but she just sat there sipping the coffee while I had almost finished mine. “Did you check your phone? There were 3 missed calls from an unknown number!” I informed her. She nodded negatively so I quickly walked into bedroom and fetched her cell phone. “In fact 4 missed calls! There was one more just couple of minutes back!” I clarified. She was puzzled too and checked her phone while sipping the coffee. She couldn’t recognize the number either. “I thought one of the men you play with!” I teased her. She smiled back and went ahead to check her WhatsApp messages. Just as she was about to get up from sofa, the phone rang again. Richa answered quickly this time.
“Hello! Richa madam boltat na?” (Hello! Is this Ms Richa talking?), asked man on the other side.
“Yes, kaun baat kar rahe hai?” (Yes, who is this calling?), my wife responded back.
“Madam, mi Kamble boltoy. Olakhla na? XXXX hospital wala!” (Ms, this is Mr. Kamble here. Did you recognize me? From XXXX hospital!), the guy provided his introduction. Richa knew instantly and so did I realized but she didn’t respond as she was slightly taken aback. I indicated her to talk to him and find out reason for calling.
“Hello! Arey madam apan bathroom madhe nahi ka masti marli hoti! Tumhi ani to dusra manus ani me!” (Hello! Maam, don’t you remember we had fun in the hospital bathroom, you, the other man and me?), Kamble provided additional context thinking Richa didn’t recognize his name.
“Haan, Kamble ji pahchana! Kaise he aap?” (Yes Mr. Kamble I do remember. How are you doing?), my wife tried her best to be candid and soft. It was the same wardboy who along with Mr Verma had ravished her in the hospital while she was there to stay with her colleague.
“Ekdum bechain madam! Layi athvan yete tumchi!” (I am good Madam but missing you a lot!), Kamble said very openly. Richa didn’t respond as she didn’t know how to but the fellow continued in his local language.
“Aaj free hay ka? Me sandhykali yetoy mitra kade. Tumchya ghara chya javal cha he. Tithun ch night shift la jayin tar madhe thoda time asel aplyakade.” (Are you free today? Actually I am visiting a friend who stays nearby your locality. Will go directly to hospital from there but will have some time in between.), the rascal made his intentions clear.
Richa hesitated as she looked at me. I purposely looked away at television as she tried to think through about what to say to him. “Ek minute hold kijiye please!” (Can you hold for a minute?), my wife responded to him and looked at me for a clue. I didn’t utter a word and waited for her to ask me explicitly but she didn’t seem comfortable (probably with the way day had gone) and appeared to be telling him to cut the plan off. “You didn’t reject him outright! You took time to think about it. Doesn’t that answer you?”, I spilled the beans just before she resumed talking to him. But she probably got the message.
“Kamble ji, actually mein abhi ghar pe hoon. Aur bahar aana thoda mushkil hai.” (Mr. Kamble, I am currently at home and its slightly difficult for me to get out now.), my wife provided some justification in an attempt to avoid him.
“Ghari yeto na mi! koni ahe ka ghari?”(I can come to your place. Is there anyone home?), Kamble continued as he remained optimistic even since Richa answered his phone.
“Umm…ummm….ummm…..kitne baje aane ka soch rahe hai aap?”(Umm…. What time are you planning to come?), Richa took a really long pause before asking him that question. She was still somewhat uncertain but she thought of checking the time at least.
“Me 6 vajta pochto! 8 paryant nighen tithun!” (I will be there by 6 and will leave by 8pm), Kamble disclosed his plan. Before Richa could argue, he disconnected the phone.
I turned to her as soon as she finished the conversation. “Darling! Are you okay?” she startled me with that question. “Babes! I thought you would be tired.”, I responded almost instantly. “It’s fine! That two hour sleep really helped.”, my wife confirmed shamelessly that she was ready for another (4th) man in the day. I couldn’t argue anymore. She quickly served me some evening snacks and requested me to stay in our 3rd bedroom and lock it from inside while the ward boy was going to be at our place. I gathered some dry food items, water and juices along with my laptop and was ready to lock myself in the room. It wasn’t very long before our intercom phone rang. Kamble, the ward boy, wasn’t allowed entry into our society by the security. Richa had to confirm him as the guest after which he was allowed to enter. Richa spoke with Kamble also and informed him our wing, floor and flat number. She had already changed into a satin gown that hugged her figure nicely. It had series of strings at the top covering (?) the cleavage area. It was a sleeveless one with very thin shoulder straps; hence Richa skipped wearing a bra but she had put on panty. She was slightly nervous when the doorbell rang but I wished her and locked myself into the room while she went to door.
Kamble looked at my wife lustfully as she opened the door. Richa smiled and walked him inside towards the sofa in the living room. Unlike Ranabhir and some of the other men, he didn’t jump on her right away. Instead he relaxed on the sofa and stretched out his legs on the center table. “Wah! Chaan ahe ghar ani sajavat!” (Great! It is nicely decorated house!), he praised and Richa responded with another short smile. Richa has always mentioned to me that it works well if the man starts using her body immediately in their meetings as against trying to have a conversation or delay the actions by some means. She is quite good at socializing otherwise, but in such situations she knows the outcome hence finds it little odd to strike or continue conversation. Kamble, on the other side, wasn’t particular well-mannered person; neither was he a womanizer nor a stud. But he was behaving confidently when he gently yelled at Richa, “Ghari alelya lokana paani tari vicharta ki nay?” (Don’t you at least serve water to the people coming to house?). That startled my wife and she rushed to fetch water for him. She took a minute to arrange a jar of water with a glass and also a bottle of soft drinks into a tray and came walking to where he was sitting. “Aap chai/coffee lenge?” (Would you like to have a tea or coffee?), my wife asked politely while she stood on the opposite side of the table facing him. Kamble took a deep breath and picked up the glass of water and gulped it down entirely. He wiped his mouth and also some sweat from his forehead using his hand. He had probably walked some distance to our house and was sweating profusely. “Fan vadhva ki zara” (Increase speed of the ceiling fan), he commanded my wife. She quickly acknowledged it and waited for his next instruction (or move). He waited for couple of moments as he looked around our living room and peeped into the kitchen. “Chhe..tumhala kahich shista nahi… ghari alelya mansala chahapani ani khayala dyayacha asta” (You’re completely ill-mannered, you don’t even know that you should offer some snacks and tea to someone coming to your home), spoke Kamble while nodding his head in displeasure. Richa had a tough time understanding his local language but she made out that he was talking about snacks. “Sorry, muze laga aapke pass time kaam hai, isliye maine puchha nahi! (Sorry, I thought you had limited time and you woudnt want to waste that, so I didn’t ask!), my wife offered an explanation.
Richa came out to the room after about half an hour. She was looking somewhat tired as she cuddled me on the sofa and kissed. I kissed her back. “Sorry! I overslept. Looks like you’ve already prepared coffee!”, Richa said. “Let me get you a cup darling!”, I responded and walked to the kitchen to fetch my dear wife a cup of warm coffee. I received another kiss for serving that coffee! Richa wasn’t really into football but she just sat there sipping the coffee while I had almost finished mine. “Did you check your phone? There were 3 missed calls from an unknown number!” I informed her. She nodded negatively so I quickly walked into bedroom and fetched her cell phone. “In fact 4 missed calls! There was one more just couple of minutes back!” I clarified. She was puzzled too and checked her phone while sipping the coffee. She couldn’t recognize the number either. “I thought one of the men you play with!” I teased her. She smiled back and went ahead to check her WhatsApp messages. Just as she was about to get up from sofa, the phone rang again. Richa answered quickly this time.
“Hello! Richa madam boltat na?” (Hello! Is this Ms Richa talking?), asked man on the other side.
“Yes, kaun baat kar rahe hai?” (Yes, who is this calling?), my wife responded back.
“Madam, mi Kamble boltoy. Olakhla na? XXXX hospital wala!” (Ms, this is Mr. Kamble here. Did you recognize me? From XXXX hospital!), the guy provided his introduction. Richa knew instantly and so did I realized but she didn’t respond as she was slightly taken aback. I indicated her to talk to him and find out reason for calling.
“Hello! Arey madam apan bathroom madhe nahi ka masti marli hoti! Tumhi ani to dusra manus ani me!” (Hello! Maam, don’t you remember we had fun in the hospital bathroom, you, the other man and me?), Kamble provided additional context thinking Richa didn’t recognize his name.
“Haan, Kamble ji pahchana! Kaise he aap?” (Yes Mr. Kamble I do remember. How are you doing?), my wife tried her best to be candid and soft. It was the same wardboy who along with Mr Verma had ravished her in the hospital while she was there to stay with her colleague.
“Ekdum bechain madam! Layi athvan yete tumchi!” (I am good Madam but missing you a lot!), Kamble said very openly. Richa didn’t respond as she didn’t know how to but the fellow continued in his local language.
“Aaj free hay ka? Me sandhykali yetoy mitra kade. Tumchya ghara chya javal cha he. Tithun ch night shift la jayin tar madhe thoda time asel aplyakade.” (Are you free today? Actually I am visiting a friend who stays nearby your locality. Will go directly to hospital from there but will have some time in between.), the rascal made his intentions clear.
Richa hesitated as she looked at me. I purposely looked away at television as she tried to think through about what to say to him. “Ek minute hold kijiye please!” (Can you hold for a minute?), my wife responded to him and looked at me for a clue. I didn’t utter a word and waited for her to ask me explicitly but she didn’t seem comfortable (probably with the way day had gone) and appeared to be telling him to cut the plan off. “You didn’t reject him outright! You took time to think about it. Doesn’t that answer you?”, I spilled the beans just before she resumed talking to him. But she probably got the message.
“Kamble ji, actually mein abhi ghar pe hoon. Aur bahar aana thoda mushkil hai.” (Mr. Kamble, I am currently at home and its slightly difficult for me to get out now.), my wife provided some justification in an attempt to avoid him.
“Ghari yeto na mi! koni ahe ka ghari?”(I can come to your place. Is there anyone home?), Kamble continued as he remained optimistic even since Richa answered his phone.
“Umm…ummm….ummm…..kitne baje aane ka soch rahe hai aap?”(Umm…. What time are you planning to come?), Richa took a really long pause before asking him that question. She was still somewhat uncertain but she thought of checking the time at least.
“Me 6 vajta pochto! 8 paryant nighen tithun!” (I will be there by 6 and will leave by 8pm), Kamble disclosed his plan. Before Richa could argue, he disconnected the phone.
I turned to her as soon as she finished the conversation. “Darling! Are you okay?” she startled me with that question. “Babes! I thought you would be tired.”, I responded almost instantly. “It’s fine! That two hour sleep really helped.”, my wife confirmed shamelessly that she was ready for another (4th) man in the day. I couldn’t argue anymore. She quickly served me some evening snacks and requested me to stay in our 3rd bedroom and lock it from inside while the ward boy was going to be at our place. I gathered some dry food items, water and juices along with my laptop and was ready to lock myself in the room. It wasn’t very long before our intercom phone rang. Kamble, the ward boy, wasn’t allowed entry into our society by the security. Richa had to confirm him as the guest after which he was allowed to enter. Richa spoke with Kamble also and informed him our wing, floor and flat number. She had already changed into a satin gown that hugged her figure nicely. It had series of strings at the top covering (?) the cleavage area. It was a sleeveless one with very thin shoulder straps; hence Richa skipped wearing a bra but she had put on panty. She was slightly nervous when the doorbell rang but I wished her and locked myself into the room while she went to door.
Kamble looked at my wife lustfully as she opened the door. Richa smiled and walked him inside towards the sofa in the living room. Unlike Ranabhir and some of the other men, he didn’t jump on her right away. Instead he relaxed on the sofa and stretched out his legs on the center table. “Wah! Chaan ahe ghar ani sajavat!” (Great! It is nicely decorated house!), he praised and Richa responded with another short smile. Richa has always mentioned to me that it works well if the man starts using her body immediately in their meetings as against trying to have a conversation or delay the actions by some means. She is quite good at socializing otherwise, but in such situations she knows the outcome hence finds it little odd to strike or continue conversation. Kamble, on the other side, wasn’t particular well-mannered person; neither was he a womanizer nor a stud. But he was behaving confidently when he gently yelled at Richa, “Ghari alelya lokana paani tari vicharta ki nay?” (Don’t you at least serve water to the people coming to house?). That startled my wife and she rushed to fetch water for him. She took a minute to arrange a jar of water with a glass and also a bottle of soft drinks into a tray and came walking to where he was sitting. “Aap chai/coffee lenge?” (Would you like to have a tea or coffee?), my wife asked politely while she stood on the opposite side of the table facing him. Kamble took a deep breath and picked up the glass of water and gulped it down entirely. He wiped his mouth and also some sweat from his forehead using his hand. He had probably walked some distance to our house and was sweating profusely. “Fan vadhva ki zara” (Increase speed of the ceiling fan), he commanded my wife. She quickly acknowledged it and waited for his next instruction (or move). He waited for couple of moments as he looked around our living room and peeped into the kitchen. “Chhe..tumhala kahich shista nahi… ghari alelya mansala chahapani ani khayala dyayacha asta” (You’re completely ill-mannered, you don’t even know that you should offer some snacks and tea to someone coming to your home), spoke Kamble while nodding his head in displeasure. Richa had a tough time understanding his local language but she made out that he was talking about snacks. “Sorry, muze laga aapke pass time kaam hai, isliye maine puchha nahi! (Sorry, I thought you had limited time and you woudnt want to waste that, so I didn’t ask!), my wife offered an explanation.
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