AN EXPERINCE IN MUMBAI

          

I got a promotion as a manager in an American software company and got a transfer from Chennai to Mumbai.

It has been more than a year since I moved to Mumbai with my wife Janaki and daughter Kaveri. Wife Janaki. grew up in an orthodox family. She had an insatiable desire for me. She doesn't like me laughing at other women at all. She tends to own me only.

A three-room apartment, a car, medical expenses for the family, and many other benefits the company gave me. I lived in Malabar Hill, the area where a high-income professional live.

 After saying good bye to my y wife Janaki, who was going to her parents' house, with my two-year-old daughter Kaveri after loading them in the Karaikal Express to Chennai, I returned to the car park and hot into my car. It started raining.

My car's wiper was running fast. There were not many cars on the road. When I return home no one will be there to receive me. I do not know how I will spend the nights without Janaki until she returns from Chennai. It is the first time I've been separated from her for so many days.

.. The absence of Janaki and Kaveri at home is a new experience for me. I can do anything I want.No one will be there at home to watch me. I can watch any adults only video. When she went to Chennai, she told me that she prepared much food and kept them in the refrigerator for me. So that I can eat that food without eating out. She also warned me to keep the bedroom and Kitchen clean and water the indoor plants. She ensured that the refrigerator is full of fruits and food items. My mind is that there is no one who will question me, and I can do anything I want.

The traffic was as usual in that rain.

When my car came to a major intersection the red light in the Traffic signal came up. There was car in front of my car.

In just a few more minutes, the green light to come up. I will have to wait.

Someone knocked on my car window with an umbrella in hand in the pouring rain.

"What do you want" to lower the window glass? I said in Hindi.

"Sir, I missed the bus. I have to wait longer for the next bus. Can you give me a lift to my room? That would be a great help. ”? a woman in a frock asked me in English. In her accent I guessed that she is the Anglo-Indian woman.

 "Where do you want to go?" I asked her.

"Not far, sir. I will show the way ”.

She was reluctant to tell him where she was going.

It was a pity for me to see her standing soaking wet in the rain. Her body was soaked in the rain.

I could not see her face completely.

"Okay, get in the back seat," I said, opening the back seat door. She entered the car and sat in the front seat with a small handbag as she folded the umbrella in her hand. I could not stop her. The red light changed, and the green light came on. My car moved with that girl.

After a few seconds "What is your name?" I asked. her

In her cold trembling voice “I am Anita. You ”?

I do not want to say my real name I do not know what her motive is as she is a stranger

I reluctantly said the name that came out of my mouth as Ben.

" Sir, so you too are also an Anglo Indian"?

She asked

"Hmm," I replied reluctantly.

"Are you from Goa"?

"Hmm..." is a lie again.

"I was born in Margao, Goa."

“ I see. So are you are a Catholic ?”

“ Yes, I seldom go to church. I have no time. I grew up in Chennai. There I acted as an extra actress in Tamil films for two years. I came to Mumbai to act with the help of a Hindi actor ”

“Are you an actress? Did you Bollywood Mumbai, Anita?

“I acted. I acted in some films as a friend of the heroine ”

"Why not continue acting?"

"The actor cheated on me and moved to Mumbai city. Mover the producers expected me to keep them happy in their bedrooms "

"That is cinema world.What are you doing now Anita"?

There was no response from her and only a big sigh came in response.

"So where do you want to go now?"

She thought for a moment and said, "At Kamathipuram on Grand Road."

"What, Anita, are you in the red-light district of Mumbai?" I asked.

I knew that area is the place is a refuge for women who were sexually cheated . They have to sell their body to men what else can they do.

“That is the area for my survival, ”said Anita.

The rain stopped and she got to the area where she was supposed to go

“Ben sir. There are some women standing watching us. Let me get down. ”

I saw her face in the driver's seat mirror and her face was constricted. Is it a business to sell the body despite this lack of physical beauty? I felt awful over her condition. I took a five hundred rupee note with a picture of Gandhi from my purse and handed it to her and said, "Keep this, Anita.".

"I do not want money, sir. I am Not getting anything for free. If you agree, come to my room, have coffee with me, talk to me and go. ”

I thought. Janaki is not at home. There is no one to talk to me after returning home.

Now what do I do when I go to my room?. Nothing . My wife and daughter will not be waiting for me. So, what harm in accepting Anita’s offer and keep company with her.

I decided reluctantly to agree to her request.

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Separate room for her. Double bed. My favorite jasmine flower scent wafted in as I walked into the beautifully decorated bedroom. The picture on the wall was a sexy picture she took when she was an actress with her beasts partly exposed. There was a picture of her in Bikini What a difference between the beauty she had then and the beauty she has now.

 She asked in a sweet pleading voice to unbutton the back of her wet blouse. I hesitated at first., "Don't think that someone will be watching you, we're both only are in this room. No one will come into this room. ”

My mind raced. My fingers unbuttoned the back of her blouse. I remembered unbuttoning my Janaki; s blouse several Many times I have given her a hug and a kiss, after unbuttoning her blouse. Janaki never resented. But now my mind wandered. I shrugged with my trembling fingers. The fingers accidently touched her body.

and she turned towards me without the blouse and with Bra only I thought that she may help her to take out the Bra. If she asks, I decided not to do it  

She said "Please stay close to her face and look at her eyes.” and I said 'No'.

"Wait a minute," she said and went to make coffee.

I drank the coffee she brought.

"Don't drink the whole thing Sir. Share with me the coffee," she said.

"I do not want others to taste my saliva," I said.

"Why so Ben Will you like not even to taste a woman's lips. ”

Her question to me took away her inner purpose. She came closer and sat down with my heart pounding. Memories like Janaki rubbing her body with my body. That I liked because she is my wife.t this. My mind said that I will not betray Janaki.

I got out of bed

"Where are you going in a hurry Ben"

"I have to go home in time. My wife and child will be waiting." I lied to escape from her

"Are you married?"

"Yes, I have a baby."

Sorry I misunderstood you. She said thank you for being with me for some time.

"I am leaving.”

. I did not expect an answer from her.

 When I was about to leave her room, she said “ Ben please keep this five hundred rupees you gave me I do not want anything free.”

“ It is OK, keep that money for the coffee you gave. It was tasty.” I replied.

As I left her room the eyes of many women looked at me in amazement. From their look s it appeared to me as if they were thinking why this man leaving so soon.

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A few days after my wife and daughter retuned to Mumbai from Chennai, I did not tell Janaki anything about my experience with Anita. I knew that house will be on fire .

Months rolled by

One day Janaki came to me with a magazine. "Do you know the news?"

"Janaki I will know if you tell me the news"

"Extra actress Anita, who acted in some Tamil films, jumped across a Train and committed suicide".

I was shocked when I heard the name and the news.

“What?”, I asked not looking at her face.

"She had AIDS, so she committed suicide," Janaki said.

I sighed when I heard the news. And my impeccable mind. I also wished Anita’s soul in my heart to get peace.

 (Fiction)

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