What the hell is going on between my husband and
that bitch?' Maya's patience was at its lowest ebb and she was ready to burst.
Sanjay knew that she was serious. 'Look, Maya.
There is nothing going on between the two of them. Just a little bit of healthy
flirting, I'd say.'
'Flirting? Healthy flirting? Really Sanjay . . .'
she rolled her eyes in disgust. 'That's what you men call it? There is nothing
healthy about flirting, Sanjay, not for a married man.
Healthy flirting is a term introduced by perverted
men who want to lend legitimacy to their extramarital dalliances. Flirting
invariably has a sexual connotation to it.' She got up from her seat and walked
around the room gesticulating and muttering something to herself. Suddenly she
stopped, turned back, looked at Sanjay and asked, 'Did my husband sleep with
her? You are his friend. Did he ever tell you anything about it? '
“No, they haven’t Maya.” Sanjay lied, ‘Perhaps!’
Sanjay was not sure what Veer and Shikha had. It was complicated. They began as
colleagues. Veer and Shikha had met over an interview. Shikha was looking to
hire an Analyst for a new project in her account. Sanjay was the other Analyst
in the team, working on another project. Veer had been Sanjay’s recommendation.
Shikha had frowned when Sanjay had mentioned a
reference; his previous references had turned out to be duds. It was difficult
to meet Shikha’s standards of quality and performance. Well read, well
travelled, she showed support for the environment and social causes exclusively
and limited to social media. She wore silk kurtas
with stoles and stilettos and Cartier reading glasses for a fashion statement. Her fashion choices apart, she was a diligent worker who tolerated no nonsense, worked for the organization,
the team, and had immense love for her work. Shikha had a vulture eye for
quality and could spot it in her team and her project deliverables. Reluctantly,
she had agreed to meet Veer. He turned out to be a quality hire.
Veer joined Shikha’s team the following month. Their
relationship blossomed with each passing day. Veer was indispensable to the
team. He was mature in his dealings with Shikha and the team. Veer’s charm and
looks bowled Shikha over. Her conversations with Veer ventured towards personal
ground. Veer knew her for who she was: capable, intelligent, wise; an
acceptance she always longed for from her pot-bellied, male-chauvinist of
a husband. But was invariably denied. Shikha looked forward to her days at work,
to the coffee machine chats and meetings with Veer that extended beyond pleasantries
towards genuine sharing and bonding.
Though, Veer enjoyed the honest conversations with
Shikha his fan following of Shikha was more to do with his inability to say
“no” than an attraction to her conversational skills or curvaceous physical
assets.
Sanjay, with whom Veer had worked years back, also
seemed to notice the increasing proximity between Veer and Shikha. He did
broach the topic a couple of times and Veer escaped them with nonchalant shrugs.
There were 10 other people in the team. One of
them being Mrinalini, who reported directly to Veer. Mrinalini was the pretty
lass in the team. She was young, petit, had silky black hair and doe-eyes; the girl every man wished to lay. The young boys in the team
were forever ready to help Mrinalini code. But, Mrinalini was steadfast in her
love and devotion to her new husband. She had not the slightest eye for a male
of any species, let alone the lean, lanky, bespectacled geeks in a leading
multi-national IT company.
She reported her tasks to Veer, who seemed decent,
and she kept all communication within the team to strictly professional.
Mrinalini knew that she attracted attention, she always had. So to avoid
unwanted attention, now that she was married, she stuck to discussing daily
tasks and reporting completion at the end of each day with Veer. She had lunch
with the other mediocre girls in the team and headed straight home after work
to make hot rotis for her handsome
husband.
Six months into the project and the half-yearly
performance review was due. It was at the review meeting with Veer, while
discussing her milestones and performance that she felt Veer’s hand brush past
hers, ‘or was that a deliberate touch.’ She quickly distanced herself within friendly
limits. But, the next touch was obviously not a brush rather a grab.
“Umm! Mrinalini, what happened?”
“Nothing.” Mrinalini did not know how else to
respond, ‘Perhaps, I misinterpreted,’ she thought.
“But, isn’t this what you want Mrinalini? I mean,
I am the only man you speak with in the team after all... isn’t that for a
reason?”
“No! What rubbish!”
Veer now taken aback, withdrew his grip off
Mrinalini’s hand.
“Oh! I thought we would celebrate your 4.5 on 5
score, that’s all.”
“I guess, this meeting is over, then. I’ll just
complete your review at my desk. We’ve discussed the milestones you’ve
achieved; I just need to add improvement areas.” Veer shut his laptop and left
the war room.
Mrinalini was shaken. She ran straight to the
ladies washroom and burst into silent tears. ‘Veer would definitely screw my
score. I am sure he will place me on the Performance Improvement plan, I would
have to leave the organization in three months with a poor experience letter
and that would mean an end of my career.’ Mrinalini frantically searched her
mind for a solution, but it seemed to be clouded with the shock of what had
just happened.
‘I must talk to someone, whom can I speak with
about this. The other girls will only be happy at my loss. They were friendly
colleagues, but none a friend.’
‘I’ll speak with Shikha, she seemed approachable
and upright.’
Mrinalini confided in Shikha, who was supportive
and assured Mrinalini of official action against Veer. Mrinalini was thankful
for a soul like Shikha, who appeared as an angel in her hour of fear, humiliation
and need.
Mrinalini went home consoled and calm, but the
shame of the incident and doubtful guilt of whether she had unknowingly lead
Veer on kept her from confiding in her husband.
Shikha, however, was heartbroken. ‘But, then, Veer had not committed to anything.’
‘They had never even acknowledged the sexual
tension between them.’
Yet, Shikha felt cheated. She was habituated to
Veer’s company and confidence now. ‘Would she have to lose her knight in
shining armour, yet again? Would her desire for male companionship be left
insatiated, once more? Would she have to lose out once more on physical
intimacy and love, that she was deprived off each day by her unappreciative,
dominating, old husband?’
Shikha was fed up of losing her personal battles,
she was fed up of finding satisfaction in work, she was fed up of feeling
unloved, unwanted and unimportant.
She changed Mrinalini’s team and decided to
discuss the matter with Veer. Veer did not deny the episode, given the camera
recordings that could be retrieved as proof.
After considerable thought, Shikha decided to
approach HR with a formal complaint against Veer. But, as fate would have it,
Mrinalini disappeared on sick leave and announced an unplanned pregnancy by the
end of the week. Shikha decided to wait for Mrinalini to get back to work before
proceeding with the complaint with HR.
Mrinalini could not come back. Due to a low
placental position and bleeding she was advised bed-rest. She decided to quit.
This was Shikha’s opportunity. That very evening,
she invited Veer for dinner at Crowne Plaza. Dressed to kill, Shikha put her
request on the table, amidst a romantic dinner by the pool.
“Veer, I can forget the whole incident, cause
we’re friends, you know good friends. I’m sure you understand me and my needs.
I’m not getting any younger, neither is my husband. Your wife is done with
nesting and you’re still in your prime. I’m sure we can all lead a happy life
if you so desire.”
Veer knew he had no way out. He had trapped
himself in this vicious cycle of charm, lust and deceit. He had to give in, he
did. Their reverie continued for months. Veer successfully fooled Maya. Shikha
successfully fooled the organisation.
They continued a life of compromise, till Maya
caught Shikha’s flirtatious glance towards Veer at the office Diwali party.
Maya was livid and determined to get to the bottom of it. Questioning Sanjay
had not revealed anything. Sanjay could not be trusted, he was obviously hiding
information.
Maya decided to hire a private detective.
***
Maya now lives with her son in a smaller
apartment. She relocated to Mumbai and leads an independent life sans her
handsome, charming husband but in peace and acceptance of a worthy life.
This story is based on a prompt provided
by the TOI WriteIndia contest.
© 2016 by Donna Abraham
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Nicely written...fate turned a harrasser into a victim himself..talk about walking in other's shoes
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