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Stories He went to the window. The curtains were drawn. The tube light was on and through the gap between the curtains he could see her. She was wearing a white slip – his favorite one. It was sleeveless and had a plunging neckline. It showcased her voluptuous figure beautifully. He wanted to be a voyeur today and watch her change. She never stripped in front of him. And they always made love with only the night lamp on. Long time back he had once suggested that they keep the tube light on. “Why do you always turn love making into a performance ritual?” she had snapped. She had a always been very conservative in bed. Missionary position and its slight variations were all that she agreed to. A couple of years after their marriage he had suggested ‘sixty nine’. She hadn’t understood. When he had explained she had turned red in the face and hadn’t talked to him for two full days and (more important) two full nights! He watched her. She tied her hair into a knot and walked to the telephone and picked up the receiver. She dialed. “Hello!” Just then he heard footsteps and turned back. Akruti was coming towards him. “Papa, come, your tea is getting cold.” He went to the bedroom and knocked on the door. She opened it. “You were talking to
someone on the phone?” ~*~ Anurag and Akruti were having their evening tiffin. Neha was in the bedroom changing. “Papa, why can’t mummy change later? And she takes so long that by the time she comes out our tiffin is over.” “Beta, you know she sweats a lot. She likes to dry herself under the fan and change into something comfortable.” Just then Neha emerged from the room. Looking as beautiful and as fresh as ever. “Hey Neha, don’t take so long. We keep waiting for you and our tiffin is almost over by the time you come out.” “Okay baba from tomorrow, I’ll hurry up.” However, Neha continued to spend twenty odd minutes and Anurag too didn’t insist or else he knew they would end up fighting. And he knew every time they fought he was the loser. It was not only a question of sex – which of course was extremely important to him. He couldn’t sleep unless he held her close. This had been the case from the day one of their marriage. ~*~ Naresh had come to his office in connection with a file. He was a couple of years his senior. His son Manoj and Akruti were both in class eight. Anurag didn’t like Naresh too much. He considered him a nosey parker and a loud mouth. “Anurag, I don’t want to sound meddlesome but I would like to share something with you regarding Akruti.” “What’s it?” he almost snapped. “You know this September Manoj and Akruti had gone on an excursion with their classmates and teachers.” “Yes.” “Well apparently Akruti has got friendly with a few boys of class nine. She keeps ringing them up and they too call her up. And you know how these boys are - one of them has been boasting that Akruti is going steady with him.” Anurag kept quiet. That evening he asked Akruti. “No, Papa, I only talk to my classmates. I never ring up class nine students.” “But Sarita was telling me that the P&T telephone keeps ringing. “Most of them are blank calls. Of course I talk to Rehana, Mahesh and Swati quite regularly and they too often ring me up – but they are my classmates, not my seniors.” A few days later
Manjit Singh came to thank him. He was a Junior Telecom Officer who
was obliged to him for getting his son admitted to Kendriya
Vidyalaya. “Manjit, as you know both my wife and I are working. We have a maidservant at home who is quite smart. I am getting the impression that she is making a lot of local calls. Can you let me know to which numbers the calls are going?” Manjit thought for a moment and said, “No, problem. I’ll get you the list tomorrow.” |
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