The last thing she wanted to think of, or see, was her husband’s storming into boss’s cabin, with a rage she never thought he was capable of; at least she thought so in her sex-crazed state of mind and impending orgasm waiting to explode, the third one in the previous 30 minutes when she was bent over the task and ridden hard by her young, attractive, unattached, single boss. Rohit, the husband, screamed, ‘you fuckin whore, you fucking whore, you filth,….’; he was frothing in the mouth would’ve been an understatement. He looked bat-shit crazy – hair disheveled, wrinkled suit that looked to have slept in the last three days, red eyes; he was angry, he was crying, and he was screaming. He was incoherent.
Life was alright for Rohit and Nadia; Rohit was a successful IT engineer, and Nadia, the embarrassed wife who we talked of getting ridden by her boss over the desk, his soon-to-be-ex, was a PhD in biochemistry and worked as a senior VP in a major pharmaceutical multinational. They lived in a posh neighborhood in Mumbai. Both came from old money, and weren’t, unlike their parents, shy of flaunting their good life in the right circumstances, for the right reasons, and when jostling with the right, equally well-heeled, upper-crust gathering. Both were laidback and would almost appear snobbish; they weren’t. Both donated generously for various causes and even spent time volunteering for various causes. In other words, they were enjoying the ‘golden retirement’ life in their twenties, blessed with the fortunes bestowed upon by their parents. Life moved on. It was an arranged marriage in the sense that it was a marriage of convenience. No concept of prenup or anything like that existed in the 1990s India. Each case was decided on merits when it came to determining compensation or alimony. Children, regardless of the nature of the case, remain in the custody of the other or even her parents. Never with the husband.
Even though it was an arranged marriage, they went out nearly every day and spend time to understand each other. They both were cautious. On one fateful day, Rohit finally conveyed his wish to move things forward more seriously and suggested the possibility of marriage. Nadia wore an inscrutable expression. Which at that time Rohit mistook to be of unwillingness and she wasn’t attracted to him. ‘are you proposing me?’ ‘Yes, that’s what I think I did when I said, “let’s move things forward more seriously.”’ Nadia laughed. ‘You moron, is that how you ask a girl, you stupid engineers…..’ Rohit was feeling confused. As an engineer, he was all for clarity and precision. Abstract or double negatives weren’t his forte. He stuttered….’is that a yes, Nadia?’ ‘No, it is not an yes for someone as naïve and stupid as you are in understanding the female of the species. But someone who has a basic sense of romance, it would mean yes a thousand times. Lean forward and kiss me, idiot.’ Rohit complied willingly.
Life was alright for Rohit and Nadia; Rohit was a successful IT engineer, and Nadia, the embarrassed wife who we talked of getting ridden by her boss over the desk, his soon-to-be-ex, was a PhD in biochemistry and worked as a senior VP in a major pharmaceutical multinational. They lived in a posh neighborhood in Mumbai. Both came from old money, and weren’t, unlike their parents, shy of flaunting their good life in the right circumstances, for the right reasons, and when jostling with the right, equally well-heeled, upper-crust gathering. Both were laidback and would almost appear snobbish; they weren’t. Both donated generously for various causes and even spent time volunteering for various causes. In other words, they were enjoying the ‘golden retirement’ life in their twenties, blessed with the fortunes bestowed upon by their parents. Life moved on. It was an arranged marriage in the sense that it was a marriage of convenience. No concept of prenup or anything like that existed in the 1990s India. Each case was decided on merits when it came to determining compensation or alimony. Children, regardless of the nature of the case, remain in the custody of the other or even her parents. Never with the husband.
Even though it was an arranged marriage, they went out nearly every day and spend time to understand each other. They both were cautious. On one fateful day, Rohit finally conveyed his wish to move things forward more seriously and suggested the possibility of marriage. Nadia wore an inscrutable expression. Which at that time Rohit mistook to be of unwillingness and she wasn’t attracted to him. ‘are you proposing me?’ ‘Yes, that’s what I think I did when I said, “let’s move things forward more seriously.”’ Nadia laughed. ‘You moron, is that how you ask a girl, you stupid engineers…..’ Rohit was feeling confused. As an engineer, he was all for clarity and precision. Abstract or double negatives weren’t his forte. He stuttered….’is that a yes, Nadia?’ ‘No, it is not an yes for someone as naïve and stupid as you are in understanding the female of the species. But someone who has a basic sense of romance, it would mean yes a thousand times. Lean forward and kiss me, idiot.’ Rohit complied willingly.