BETRAYAL
He entered
the wedlock with no prior conversation before the marriage. The families thought that she was pretty and
he earns good. So they must get married. She was 24 and he was 28. It was the
so called Perfect age for marriage.
She had
being the good girl all her life. Toiled day and night to keep her house neat
and clean, polished her husband’s shoes, cooked for him, served him in the best
possible ways in all the sectors of life.
He got it
all without asking for it. Maybe that is why he never valued what she meant to
him because she was all his. He got all of her and she was always available.
The good typical, submissive wife!
He found me
in a social networking site. We gelled well in the introductory chat itself. He
had clearly mentioned that he was married since last three years. The purpose
of connecting was, I was looking for a professional photographer to get my
portfolio done.
“I am an
amateur model trying my luck in the film industry. I am free spirit and love
adventures in life. I can’t cook nor adjust with people or my own family for
that matter.” Is how I introduced myself to him. I had a profile picture of me
in straight hair with a hat. Except my nose, the side pose covered hardly any
details of my face. My long fingers held a cigar with grace and I blew the
smoke out.
He commented
saying, “You look smoking hot”
I playfully
questioned. “Hotter than your wife?” “Of course. Umm let’s not talk about her
now.” was his reply.
We often had
long chats online. We also exchanged e mails during the day while he was at the
office. We didn't meet as I said I was too busy. He couldn't insist as he was
married and couldn't afford to take the risk.
I just got
to know that deep down he did love his wife and didn't wish to cheat on her.
Virtual cheating is something he didn't consider as a big crime I suppose.
On the
Friday evening, we were talking over the phone. “Tell me your fantasies.” I
asked him.
“To fuck you
from behind in the shower.” I did find his reply very offensive. I hadn't asked
him to describe about his sexual fantasies. “ You sound like a very wild man.”
was the only reply I uttered in a flirtatious tone. “Would you like to give it
a try? Miss.. Sexy hat?”
“Why not? If
your wife has got no problem with her husband wandering with Miss sexy hat.”
“She is
boring. Let us only talk about us. Me and you. Okay?”
Okiiies I
said in a girly tone.
That night
he slept happily hugging her curled wife.
She talked to him about his day. He was being very sweet to her. They
did have a good life. He found her a nice marriage material.
In next
couple of days, he found his fantasy being tried to be fulfilled by his wife.
He pushed her away calling her a crazy woman.
He was not
used to see her like that. How come the wife got so bold and asked for it? Was
she trying to take control? It isn't right for the devoted wife to act outside
of her boundaries.
He didn't
like her bite her bottom lip and drop her “Pallu” with an inviting smile.
She slept
turning away from him while he was sleepless trying to figure out what the hell
was wrong with his coy wife?”
Couple of
months passed.. “So how is your married life?”
“Miss hat, I
love you and I guess my wife has lost it. She acts crazy these days. Let’s not
talk about her please. I like it when you talk to me. Your voice feels very
familiar and soothing.”
His wife was
busy watching some soap opera. She turned at him and smiled busy munching on
the flavored peanuts. “Look at the sari she is wearing. Buy that one for me.
It’s trending these days.”
“Saving
money is trending this season. Focus on that.” was his reply.
The same day
I got the similar sari delivered at my flat with the note, “This is my token of
love. I thought of personally gifting it to you but your door was locked, hence
leaving it here with the watchman. Call me as soon as you receive it.
“It is
beautiful.” Thank you.
“Let’s meet
up tomorrow? I wish to see you in the same sari. It’s being two months since we
started talking. I haven’t seen your face too. Let’s meet at your flat
tomorrow?
“You haven’t
seen my face but a lot of me.” I giggled.
“Leave your
wife. Let’s meet then. Let’s have a life together. Just you and me. Chuck that
boring bitch out of your life. What say?”
He argued
stating that it wasn't that easy. One
more passed by. We hadn't met even once. During one such argument, I cleared
stated. “Either me or her.”
Two months
later,
He looked at
his wife. She was busy preparing his favorite dish and talking about the maid
not being regular for work, the broken pipes which needs immediate attention
and started dictating a list of groceries needed.
His mind had
only the sentence uttered by me. Either me or her! He had chosen and he was
thinking of the ways to disclose it to his wife.
She started
serving him the breakfast. “How’s it? Check the salt please.”
“I need
something.” He said.
“Salt?”
“Divorce”
She looked
at him with a very blank expression.
“I can’t act
like I love you. It’s being long since I am trying to tell you. I don’t love
you. We are just not meant for each other. I need to split from you. I can take
care of you throughout your life but I can’t live with you.”
“Reason?”
she questioned.
“I don’t
like you. That’s it.”
Is that all?
“Yes”
“Anything
more you would like to say?”
“No”
“Okay”
“Okay for?”
“Okay you
shall get what you want and if it’s divorce? You get that too.” she sat down
and continued having the breakfast.
“The salt is
a little less.” She smiled.
Her behavior
was much unexpected.
One year
later,
He had
divorced his wife in order to marry his Miss hat. He believed that he was the
one taking control of his choices and lives of the people around him. He
thought he was the reason he split from his loving wife.
He went to
my flat and found it locked and inquired about the owner which he thought was
me. He was shocked to know that the owner never lived in the flat! They stayed
abroad since past two decades and the flat often remained locked.
He tried to
call me several times and messaged me on both my numbers. He tried reaching me.
He failed.
He went back
to his wife but found that she was married to her childhood friend and was
happy with him. There was no point in asking her to get back to him.
He was left
with and no woman and no love in his life!
He thought
he was the one taking charge of his life. Hell no! It was me making him do things.
I feel no guilt in accepting it. He never loved me in spite of me being his
loving wife. I knew he was never happy with me and never desired to be with me
though I loved him with every bit of me.
The trick of
the fake profile worked. He was instantly attracted towards me that way because
I was unavailable, I was mysterious. I was the dark secret of his life! The
desirable, sexy secret of his life.
I had
already made a decision to get back to my childhood sweetheart. I was done
trying to be his loving submissive wife. If he wasn't the king Ram, there was
no need of me being his beloved Seeta!
I played my
game. I made him ask for the divorce and go mad thinking about the mysterious
Miss hat!
No I feel no
guilt as he got what he deserved.
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