This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda. The prompt is , WoW- ‘…..And it rained that night.’
‘……And It Rained That Night’
It was dark. The heavy monsoon struck like lightning on the deserted streets in South Mumbai. The lights went off and passengers were stranded at the railway stations. Trains were running late. Several cars were floating like paper boats in the flood coruscating, gripping the city in its belt. There were crazy rumors that it’s the end of the world. May hem striking!
I brushed aside the worry. People are crazy, ‘ I tell myself. I was completely drenched and braved the storm as I got down the train from Dadar after three hours. I straggled my way, moved my steps to Stadium Restaurant, near Churchgate Station. May be I am a lucky soul who found shelter at the restaurant. It was 11 PM. There is no light. I plead for a hot cuppa tea from the waiter standing outside. He looked at me with contempt. My jeans rolled in mud, the white shirt stained with rain water stuck to the skin.
Finally, he relented. I am escorted to a single table occupied by a lady, decked in a green colored Saree. She must be in her early 30s. She was taken aback and pretended to play with her hair. I muttered a hesitant, ‘Hi!!! It’ raining heavily.’ She appears uninterested, ‘So?” She chided me, ‘Dude! See, how drenched you are?” I tersely replied, ‘Yeah! I know. Came all the way from the station and bet will go back to Andheri in a while.’
‘Are you out of your bloody mind? You came all drenched and wanna go back at Andheri. Trains are not running. Boy, you will be stranded,” She furiously said.
“Do you have a fag?” she desperately asked
I offered her a cigarette. She lit the fag and blew the smoke curled like ballons, “Listen! My car is coming. You can come to my place at Bandra to spend the night. I stay near Mount Mary Church. But, bear in mind that I am offering you shelter as a human being and not because I want to sleep with you.”
I was flustered and didn’t know where to bury my face. I plucked courage and asked, “If you don’t mind me asking, what are you doing alone in this rain outside at 11 p.m?”
She looked at me menacingly, “None of your fucking business.”
“The car is coming. Let’s rush,” She ordered.
We run towards the Red Skoda and she plodded clumsily. Blame the saree. The driver reached Bandra at 1 a.m
She offered me a peg of whisky. “You know,” She took a sip and said, “You asked me why I hang around on my own at night.” She flung a picture at me. “He is my husband, a philanderer business tycoon who has no time for me. I am very lonely. Don’t go at the kind of wealth shamelessly displayed in the house. I am Rupa. And you?”
“Akash..Akash,” I said twice.
We were already drunk at 3 a.m. I am finding myself drawn towards her. Behind her wealth and smile, I can sense grief and sadness. I caress her hands. Rupa bend her head on my shoulders, forcing a passionate embrace. There is something about her. I felt guilty. I am being intimate with a married woman but, at the same time, I am drawn by her magnetic presence.
No power in this earth was going to stop us. I followed her steps in the bedroom. A red candle is burning and heavy rains is rattling on the window. She removed her clothes. We kissed each other. I gently caressed her body in the heat of passion. Rupa submitted herself to me. I can’t stop feeling the guilt. My conscience is dead with remorse. We made love that night. Rupa is lying next to me on the bed, displaying a radiant smile . I cannot sleep.
I walked inside the dining room and stumbled across her bag. My eyes stopped at a stack of hand-written letters. I flashed the light of the mobile phone to read the letters which sent me in a tizzy of sort. I am reading my own letters. Rupa is my pen friend who signed with the pseudonym, Mad Woman. My eyes became moist. Rupa exchanged letters with me for the past one year, confessing her life with me, deep dark secrets on her troubled relationship with her husband. It never crossed my mind that she is the woman during our intimate moments.
I confronted her in the morning. She cried and poured her lung out. I held her hands, “I promise to you, Rupa. You were my friend and will always remain one. The first person who told me everything about her life, your husband and marriage in shamble.
She threw me out of the house, closed the door on my face.
Six Months Later:
The phone beeps, You got an sms. reads the Airtel notifiation. ‘We are separated by mutual consent. He left for US with his girl friend and gave me the house as compensation. I am pregnant with your child. Meet me at Barista in the evening.’
PS: This is a work of fiction and bears no ressemblence to any human being, living or dead. It is also linked to Friendship Day.
Happy Friendship Day Folks,
Love
V
Very interesting story Vishal. Great read!
Thanks a ton, Preeti:)
I didn’t see that ending coming at all Vishal, and like the creativity.
Thanks Michelle. My first attempt at an extra marital and happy u liked the creativity behind:)
This indeed was interesting..the chain of occurrences!
Thanks ton, Red Handed:)
Happy ending, Vishal. Nicely expressed 🙂
So many twists in the tale.
No coincidence that he met his penfriend that night when it rained… God planned it…
Thanks Anita. It’s fiction but then coincidences happen in everyday life also:)
Wow! Really complicated but all worked out in the end!
Thanks Roshni for dropping in. Guess, some relationships are complicated.
Nice one, kept up the momentum till the end 🙂
Happy friendship to you too, though belated
Happy friendship day, Madhavi. Thanks for liking the post:)
a SUDDEN TWIST and you should be writing more Vishal.
Thanks, Kalpana. Will try next day..planning to come up with more short stories:)
That was interesting. Don’t know whether to be sorry for her or sad… personal choice I guess.. But you written real well. 🙂
Thank u so much, Sheethalsusan:)
loved the story.
Thanks a load. You just made my day:)
A happy ending was a relief at the end. Nicely narrated story.
Thanks loads, Anmol for liking the story:)
Liked it. Too many coincidences and too good to be true. But, narration made it true for me 🙂 Good one Vishal.
Thank u, Shanx:)
Very nice twist to the tale, I like where you are taking your blog. Keep writing.
Thank u so much, Inderpreet for the encouragement:)
Quite a tale!
Thanks loads and welcome here. Its pure fiction:)
When are you publishing your novel…well whenever you are don’t forget to send me a copy 😀
You are brilliant Vishal…another great story…
I guess it’s just a coincident that I wrote an article on married women having an extra marital affair…just a week ago…
https://thafreebird.wordpress.com/2014/07/31/wife-why-do-they-cheat-their-better-half/
WoW! That’s such a coincidence. Thanks for the kind words…AARYA and coming from a brilliant writer like you, its such a high. In the meantime, read ma novella on the other blog. Jumping straight to ur blog:)
The many coincidences of life…
Welcome here, Nimi. Guess, the perks of living in a metro:)
Life in a metro? Realistic. Nicely penned.
Thanks Alka. I am so glad that you visited and left your foot print. Guess, the different moods of life in a metro, completely fiction:)
That’s some story you weave here. Perfect material for a full entertainment movie! Well done, Vishal
Thank u so much, Beloo. I hope one day I can churn blockbuster plus best seller..lolz. Ur comments made my day:)
This was really good, Vishal 🙂 I didn’t see that twist coming! Loved it 🙂
Thank u soo much, Aathira for liking it. It means a lot to me:)