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Stories Anurag woke up writhing – it was as if someone had plunged a knife and was twisting and turning it, slowly…… The images began closing in….dark, slimy shadows smothering him….. He could see Him gazing into Her eyes and whispering something. He could see Her throwing back her head and laughing. The mellifluous sound of her laughter reaching him in jagged streaks, piercing his psyche….. He looked at around. He was in his bed. And she, his Neha, was sleeping peacefully beside him. Her thick hair covered her beautiful face like a halo. She looked innocent and vulnerable, like a child. ~*~ He was pottering around in the backyard. Their bedroom window was open. She had gone to change. He always loved watching her change. But she hated it. “Please, Anu I want to change at my own pace without you watching me. You know how much I sweat. After eight hours in the office I am virtually stinking. And when I start undressing you invariable grab me.” “But baby I don’t mind at all. Everything about you turns me on – even your –“ “Shut up! You’re crazy. But please give me some space,” she said. “Okay baba, okay. I don’t want to argue with you. Or else you won’t give me the precious little space I want at night,” he laughed and she punched him with mock anger, her cheeks growing pink with embarrassment. Even after fifteen years of marriage he was as crazy about Neha as he had been when they were dating. In all these years she had given birth to a child, put on a lot of weight, her skin had lost some of its sheen – all these things she herself told him. But to him she was still the same gorgeous, enchanting, beautiful, sexy Neha he had wooed and wedded fifteen years ago. And he was till madly, insanely, obsessively in love with her. A couple of months ago when they were driving back from the Power Plant where they both worked she asked him to stop the car in front of the vegetable market. “I’ll just pick up a few vegetables,” Neha said. “I’ll come with you.” He didn’t like her going alone because quite a few seedy characters frequented the vegetable market. “Come on, Anu. I am not a kid anymore. I am nearing forty and I have a teenaged daughter, I can take care of myself.” “But to me you are still a baby, sweetheart,” he said. Neha went about picking vegetables from their favorite shop, while close by he got busy selecting green chillies. He was very fond of chillies and this was the only vegetable he could select. “I am a great connoisseur of green chillies,” he would claim. “I want brinjals of bigger size. I am planning to make a curry of stuffed brinjals,” he could hear Neha tell Tulasi the vegetable vendor. “Sweety, I have a brinjal which is much bigger than all these. Do you want to try it?” Anurag heard these words and froze. He turned. A tall, dark and well-built fellow was standing by her side a smirk on his face. He felt blood rush to his head and the all too familiar pounding. It was as if a monster was inside his head trying to break out. He sprang forward. Before the lout could react Anurag had brought his knee up and slammed it into his groin with all his might. He fell down on the ground howling with pain, his hand on his crotch. Anurag kicked his face viciously. “You bastard. I’ll bloody kill you.” Just then a couple of pairs of hands yanked Anurag back. Neha caught hold of his arm and dragged him to the car. As they drove home Anurag was still shaking. Neha’s face was set. Back home after he had cooled down a bit Neha took him to the bedroom- out of ear shot of their maid Sarita and Akruti, their daughter, and confronted him. “What is wrong with you Anurag? Are you mad or something?” “Wrong with me? What do you mean Neha?” “Why did you have to act like that – like a road side hoodlum.” “Then what did you want me to do? Thank the fellow on bended knees for…for his obscene suggestion.” “Come on Anurag, you know what I mean. These things happen. One can’t do anything about them.” “What do you mean one can’t do anything. Any thug will insult you in public and I’ll just turn my face away pretending he was reciting the Gayatri mantra.” “No, you and I will simply ignore the lout and his remarks and walk away.” “I can’t…I wont’ do that.” “No, no, you won’t do anything that is sensible. You will get into a street-fight with some hoodlum like a C-grade Hindi film hero. What if that fellow had a knife or if he had accomplices, you could have been very badly hurt.” “Neha, at that moment I went berserk. I couldn’t think straight. I just had to cream him for his vulgar remark.” “And in that process you created a scene which was far more embarrassing than that lout’s obscene comment,” Neha said and stomped out. She didn’t talk to him the entire evening. At night when he reached for her she moved away. “Please Anurag, I have a headache.” He couldn’t sleep the whole night. It was really unfair he thought. Neha was still unable to understand his obsessive love for her. |
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