06-11-2018, 08:12 PM
I discussed with Meera about Mr. Shekhar's suggestion. She instantly turned angry at him because he tried to induce her husband for something she had refused.
She revealed that Mr. Shekhar wasn't collaborating with her firm for more than a month and now he wants her to follow him to work for the team which actually is her current firm's market adversary. For me it didn't make much sense. She wasn't the owner. She doesn't have to think that deeper. She said she and her colleagues are a team which forms the backbone of the branch. If she leaves, that will be termed as nothing but backstabbing.
I asked what if she tells them that her husband is forcing her and she can't deny him. She looked at me like she heard a joke. At that moment I felt like I didn't possess any value or power in her life. I didn't. Her eyes screamed that. She had the upper hand in my life, and this wasn't a breaking news. This incident just underlined that fact.
*****
I conveyed my helplessness to Mr. Shekhar. I don't know how he might have thought of me. Perhaps, a man who had absolutely no control over his wife. But it was just my assumptions as he didn't make any sign that showed contempt towards me.
Few days later he called me. He said he was missing us. He suggested we do something together for fun. I was confused first. Then he suggested we go and watch a T20 match that was happening on Saturday. I immediately agreed, as I heard him promising to arrange the tickets.
He then told Meera too the same and I didn't have to ask her. She was ready.
Saturday he reached our home in the morning. Meera was getting ready and she told me to prepare him coffee. I felt a bit shy for her ordering me so open to prepare coffee for him but I relented. As he enjoyed hot coffee, I noticed his shining Mercedes parked outside.
I couldn't hide my excitement as I walked around it. Mr. Shekhar asked if I wanted to test drive it and I instantly obliged. But I couldn't do much as Meera announced she's ready before I move it more than a few yards. I smiled at Mr. Shekhar helplessly. He noticed my disappointment and said if I want I can drive it to the stadium. I wanted it.
Meera wore a light green camisole with a brown jacket and a black denim. She matched a sunglass with it and looked absolutely gorgeous.
Mr. Shekhar exchanged some genuine compliments and opened front door for her.
She saw me in the driver's seat and backed off, saying it's too rude to leave Mr. Shekhar alone in the back seat.
I instantly agreed with her thinking. I could have suggest Mr. Shekhar to take front seat and let her take rear seat, but without thinking much due to my excitement of driving a Benz, I instead suggested her to sit with Mr. Shekhar in the rear seat. Mr. Shekhar smiled and opened back door for Meera. She thanked Mr. Shekhar for his compliments when he sat next to her.
I concentrated on the driving for the next sixty kilometres. Mr. Shekhar and Meera did all the talking. They joked and laughed together and I remained a mere listener. In middle of those jokes were the ones she had made up from Mohan. In that, she and he were a couple. Mr. Shekhar asked her what will she say if Mr. Mohan happens to see them together. She said she'd stick to what she had said earlier; that they're a couple.
"What about krish?"
"I'll say he's our driver."
She said and laughed. Mr. Shekhar too. I had to imitate laughing.
But then I realised it. I had become their driver.
We reached the place and got a nice place to watch the match. Meera indeed attracted a lot of eyes and Mr. Shekhar mentioned about it. He told me that I have a beautiful wife, again.
As the match progressed, Meera's dress wasn't the same throughout the match. She tied her jacket around her waist and the camisole showcased best of her curves. I saw many eyes measuring up her inch by inch.
I was hugely turned on by the attention she's got from the public. I wondered if Mr. Shekhar was also feeling the same.
The match was a thriller that was decided on the last ball only and we, along with the crowd, erupted in madness, screaming high. While coming back, I volunteered to drive again. After forty something kilometres he suggested a deviation and it ended at the parking lot of a restaurant.
He lead us inside and it was a pub. With dim lights and lethally energetic music, it looked a place to visit. As we found a nice couch at a corner, I noticed a crowd at the other end. That was a dance floor.
"We'll go there later."
Mr. Shekhar said. He and I were sitting at either sides of Meera. She checked the menu and she named a wine for her. Mr Shekhar quickly rejected it. He said she can select a hot drink only. She selected a vodka then. I went for what Mr. Shekhar did.
I saw couples walking towards the dance floor and the crowd was growing. After one hour or so, we also hit there. Meera pulled me to the floor at first and we danced to a latest Bollywood track. It was a remix version and it lasted more than ten minutes. It followed an English track which I couldn't say whether a remix or what; but it was awesome. Meera was back to her stadium outfit, as she tied the jacket to her hip.
I stopped when the track finished. Mr. Shekhar was watching us.
He complemented her dance and said she was the centre of attraction on the floor.
"You should also dance!"
Meera held his hand and said. I also felt the same. I didn't have anything in my mind. It wasn't that I wanted to see my wife dancing with someone else. I told her that you should take him to the dance floor.
"After all, he's your live-in partner."
I was relating to the 'Mohan joke' and they both smiled.
The track was a slower one with enough beat that allowed interested takers to dance faster. But I saw Mr. Shekhar putting his arm around her waist and moving in tune with the song. His steps were quite attractive, and instantly earned everybody's attention. One after another, I watched the whole crowd on the floor switching to those moves. It was quite something to see a fifty year old man making those youngsters follow him on the dance floor. As the song ended, I saw Meera walking towards me. I thought she might be tired. But she quickly untied her jacket and handed it to me. And without saying a word, she walked back to Mr. Shekhar.
She revealed that Mr. Shekhar wasn't collaborating with her firm for more than a month and now he wants her to follow him to work for the team which actually is her current firm's market adversary. For me it didn't make much sense. She wasn't the owner. She doesn't have to think that deeper. She said she and her colleagues are a team which forms the backbone of the branch. If she leaves, that will be termed as nothing but backstabbing.
I asked what if she tells them that her husband is forcing her and she can't deny him. She looked at me like she heard a joke. At that moment I felt like I didn't possess any value or power in her life. I didn't. Her eyes screamed that. She had the upper hand in my life, and this wasn't a breaking news. This incident just underlined that fact.
*****
I conveyed my helplessness to Mr. Shekhar. I don't know how he might have thought of me. Perhaps, a man who had absolutely no control over his wife. But it was just my assumptions as he didn't make any sign that showed contempt towards me.
Few days later he called me. He said he was missing us. He suggested we do something together for fun. I was confused first. Then he suggested we go and watch a T20 match that was happening on Saturday. I immediately agreed, as I heard him promising to arrange the tickets.
He then told Meera too the same and I didn't have to ask her. She was ready.
Saturday he reached our home in the morning. Meera was getting ready and she told me to prepare him coffee. I felt a bit shy for her ordering me so open to prepare coffee for him but I relented. As he enjoyed hot coffee, I noticed his shining Mercedes parked outside.
I couldn't hide my excitement as I walked around it. Mr. Shekhar asked if I wanted to test drive it and I instantly obliged. But I couldn't do much as Meera announced she's ready before I move it more than a few yards. I smiled at Mr. Shekhar helplessly. He noticed my disappointment and said if I want I can drive it to the stadium. I wanted it.
Meera wore a light green camisole with a brown jacket and a black denim. She matched a sunglass with it and looked absolutely gorgeous.
Mr. Shekhar exchanged some genuine compliments and opened front door for her.
She saw me in the driver's seat and backed off, saying it's too rude to leave Mr. Shekhar alone in the back seat.
I instantly agreed with her thinking. I could have suggest Mr. Shekhar to take front seat and let her take rear seat, but without thinking much due to my excitement of driving a Benz, I instead suggested her to sit with Mr. Shekhar in the rear seat. Mr. Shekhar smiled and opened back door for Meera. She thanked Mr. Shekhar for his compliments when he sat next to her.
I concentrated on the driving for the next sixty kilometres. Mr. Shekhar and Meera did all the talking. They joked and laughed together and I remained a mere listener. In middle of those jokes were the ones she had made up from Mohan. In that, she and he were a couple. Mr. Shekhar asked her what will she say if Mr. Mohan happens to see them together. She said she'd stick to what she had said earlier; that they're a couple.
"What about krish?"
"I'll say he's our driver."
She said and laughed. Mr. Shekhar too. I had to imitate laughing.
But then I realised it. I had become their driver.
We reached the place and got a nice place to watch the match. Meera indeed attracted a lot of eyes and Mr. Shekhar mentioned about it. He told me that I have a beautiful wife, again.
As the match progressed, Meera's dress wasn't the same throughout the match. She tied her jacket around her waist and the camisole showcased best of her curves. I saw many eyes measuring up her inch by inch.
I was hugely turned on by the attention she's got from the public. I wondered if Mr. Shekhar was also feeling the same.
The match was a thriller that was decided on the last ball only and we, along with the crowd, erupted in madness, screaming high. While coming back, I volunteered to drive again. After forty something kilometres he suggested a deviation and it ended at the parking lot of a restaurant.
He lead us inside and it was a pub. With dim lights and lethally energetic music, it looked a place to visit. As we found a nice couch at a corner, I noticed a crowd at the other end. That was a dance floor.
"We'll go there later."
Mr. Shekhar said. He and I were sitting at either sides of Meera. She checked the menu and she named a wine for her. Mr Shekhar quickly rejected it. He said she can select a hot drink only. She selected a vodka then. I went for what Mr. Shekhar did.
I saw couples walking towards the dance floor and the crowd was growing. After one hour or so, we also hit there. Meera pulled me to the floor at first and we danced to a latest Bollywood track. It was a remix version and it lasted more than ten minutes. It followed an English track which I couldn't say whether a remix or what; but it was awesome. Meera was back to her stadium outfit, as she tied the jacket to her hip.
I stopped when the track finished. Mr. Shekhar was watching us.
He complemented her dance and said she was the centre of attraction on the floor.
"You should also dance!"
Meera held his hand and said. I also felt the same. I didn't have anything in my mind. It wasn't that I wanted to see my wife dancing with someone else. I told her that you should take him to the dance floor.
"After all, he's your live-in partner."
I was relating to the 'Mohan joke' and they both smiled.
The track was a slower one with enough beat that allowed interested takers to dance faster. But I saw Mr. Shekhar putting his arm around her waist and moving in tune with the song. His steps were quite attractive, and instantly earned everybody's attention. One after another, I watched the whole crowd on the floor switching to those moves. It was quite something to see a fifty year old man making those youngsters follow him on the dance floor. As the song ended, I saw Meera walking towards me. I thought she might be tired. But she quickly untied her jacket and handed it to me. And without saying a word, she walked back to Mr. Shekhar.
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