“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?”

Sanjay Knew with every passing hour, his composure was at the helm of breaking… this was the fifth time he had come over to Mohit and Maya’s place at this hour, with no sign of Mohit around. More importantly, this was the third time he had rescheduled a date, rather, the date. She was so not going to pick his calls again. Come to think of it, Rita was slightly desperate. Having been rescheduled for a simple drinks date thrice already, if she was still ready to forgive him and come over to his place on Sat, she would be his bitch!

“There you go again! You cannot get out of this by day dreaming!” She snapped her fingers and with that his very lucid Rita dreams. “Tell me Sanjay… I know he is your friend but I am your friend too”

Maya was crying now, not in a quiet sob-by kind of way, or even in the more conventional teary kind of way, she was screaming and tears were rolling down her mascara laden eyes, making her look like a very real threat. Sanjay decided to call his friend while his wife threw stuff on the ground, he should probably lock up all the liquor.

Dial Mohit Office. Ringing. No answer. He probably left office for the place early. Should he tell her? No, it would too embarrassing. Only Mohit should tell her. Damn, he could still not help chuckling at the memory of the first time Mohit mentioned it. You always hear of such things, and see them on the TV but, for it to happen to somebody you know so closely.

He watched the mad woman throw expensive vases and get on and on about how she left everyone to be with Mohit and this was what he gave to her in return. That extremely well maintained body, the neckline of her dress flaunting her cleavage. The diamonds clinging to her neck, she was indeed beautiful. He tried to reach Mohit and couple of times but failed. He finally decided it was time to leave, and went to her. By now, Maya had exhausted herself and was just lying on the sofa, smoking a cigarette.

“Hey, I should be going, it’s really late and I shouldn’t be here. I will talk to Mohit alright? Now, don’t drink too much and just try and get some rest.” Sanjay started walking towards the door, somehow his steps were heavier today and it took what felt like forever to reach the door knob.

“Sanjay wait!” Maya’s voice was barely audible. “Can you please stay here tonight, at least till Mohit gets back, I don’t want to be alone.”

Sanjay smiled, this was the moment he had been waiting for all evening. He turned around and looked at her, what a mess she was. “Okay then, let me inform my cook that I won’t be coming back tonight.” He smiled at her. He stepped outside on the porch and lit a cigarette, there was no cook. He bemused himself at how little Maya really knew about him. He took a puff and called Mohit Cell and disconnected after the third ring. This had been agreed upon.

Mohit called back.

“Is everything like we planned”, “yes Mohit, things are exactly how we planned it”.

”are you still at the Reiki place”? “Just got over, needed a few extra lessons for today”

“When do I see you then?” “How long do you think it will take?”

“I don’t know, by what you told me about her, might take a while!” Sanjay chuckled and disconnected.

He went back inside the house. As expected, Maya had dimmed all the lights keeping only a few of them on, so as to make it look romantic. He looked at her again, and didn’t see the beautiful daughter of the richest motherfucker in town, but a wounded lioness, ready to hunt again, he knew why she was doing this. She wanted to get back at Mohit. She could stoop to any level just to make him realize his mistakes. What a cold heartless evil bitch!

“you deserve it”, he muttered. “Why, that looks very romantic”, he said out loud. Maya smiled her best smile and offered him some wine.

“I thought, if he is out with that bitch, why should I be moping around the house. I have good wine and a good company, let me just take advantage of that.”

“I could use a wine”, Sanjay said and took the glass from her. All the signs were right there. She looked at him different, lingered her fingers a little longer on the glass than required. She was laughing and filling his glass up, he was flirting, the healthy kinds. She was responding and before long she was pressing her chest against her arm. After that what happened is a little hazy in Sanjay’s memory. She kissed him and they went upstairs, he undressed her…


Part –II

A few months before the night of Maya’s explosion, Sanjay and Mohit had met at a bar nearby, a place not too far but far enough so they didn’t bump into anybody they knew. Mohit was sweating profusely.

“Wow, you have a had a rough day, it seems”, Sanjay looked at him.

“You have no idea” ,Mohit replied.

“No, I mean literally. You have marks all over your neck… obviously the good kinds ”, Sanjay winked.

“Dude, it’s not even funny anymore. She is crazy! She wants me to fuck her all the time. She wakes me up with a blow job and asks me to fuck her twice before I go to work. She comes to my office at lunch, asks me to do her in the car! IN THE CAR man! It was good fun in the beginning, I liked the excitement but now, I am just tired mostly. I hate it, I want to sleep! And if I am not doing her, I should be dirty talking to her. There is no room to say no! That crazy woman, would give an everyday slut such competition! She always wants to know how good she is in bed! And now, it’s gotten out of hand. Vijay sent me some kinky video about strapping and tying up and shit. You know Vijay! She saw it, and from then on, it’s only been that! She wants me to tie her up and do anal! She hits me, she likes to hit me blue black and fucking bite me everywhere! It’s not fun anymore. She is sick! Sick fucker  ”

“So, tell her you are into this weird shit! ”, Sanjay tried very hard not to burst out laughing.

“It’s not just that”, Mohit continued, “She loves to treat me like her dog! You should see her man… she kicks me around and in the politest of ways! She makes me run around like her spot boy whenever her friends come over! Belittles me, god! I hate every waking moment with her”

“Leave her” Sanjay got serious now.

“She is rich god damned, I like the money I get to splurge.” Mohit said matter of factly. “I am screwed.”

They met a few more times before they found the perfect way to eliminate Mohit’s problem. He stopped going home at night, just went to change and bathe. Spoke to Maya, only when absolutely required. Left little proofs that he might be cheating. But he wasn’t. He was taking Reiki classes, the magic healing. Touching and pressing the right nerves. People took years to hone this skill to perfection. Mohit needed only a few months, for he had to perfect only one skill. After the class, he went to the same bar every day, ordered the same drink and the same side, , always the same spot, facing away and no one was to disturb him. He left anonymously and always left a hefty tip. This went on for about three months before the final phase of the plan took place.

Mohit was waiting outside the house at the designated time. Sanjay had met him at the bar only a few minutes ago, he went in from the backdoor and found her exactly how he wanted to see her for so long. Ties up, spread eagled naked, slap marks and whip marks. She made him buy all those things. Sanjay had done her good. He smiled, she opened her one good eye half shut, and screamed, “oh baby! That Sanjay did this to me. I just wanted to spend some time with him. Oh god! Look at me, he defiled me!”

“Shush”, Mohit said politely. “Maya, you know, I really want to kiss you today…”  and he did, he kissed her and untied her, quite some blood had been lost, he took her to the bathroom, cleaned her up. She couldn’t understand, why was he not calling the police, why was he not taking her to the hospital. He wiped her dry. Then, he wiped the floor and then he filled the tub. He asked her to get in. “This will soothe you my dear”. She was obedient like a child. Priceless feeling. He asked her, “How did it feel” ?

“How did what feel?”, she was shocked.

“The whole episode…did you enjoy it? Oh come on, I know what happened.”

Now was the time of the grand finale. She started crying softly. “Oh Mohit, I am sorry. I didn’t know this would happen! I was mad at you and then, I wasn’t thinking.” But Mohit was not listening. He was looking at her neckline and the diamonds that were still there, Sanjay had asked for them, as a souvenir. So he touched her diamonds. He moved two fingers around her necklace, her neck, her beautiful neck where the one nerve resided which was connected directly to her heart.

Part III

Neighbors had put up a “Welcome Back” sign at the door. Mohit was in police custody for 30 days. Maya’s dad had accused him of killing his daughter, but there was no court case. They had settled out of court, since the Bartender vouched for Mohit’s presence every single night in the bar till about midnight, and the murder happened around 10 30 in the night. The neighbors said, they always heard screaming noises  and saw weird things if by mistake either of their drapes were left open. She was spoilt and nobody really liked her. It was only a matter of what will become of you reputation, if they get to know that your daughter was into this kind of nymphomaniac stuff and that she had betrayed her husband. There was no need of a court case. But if there was one, Sanjay had skillfully taken Mohit’s place at the bar, always the same spot, facing away and no one was to disturb him. He left anonymously and always left a hefty tip, Sanjay was more generous because it was not even his money.