I was the seventh daughter of my father who retired as a teacher from a Government school. Because of my horoscope, I was chosen by wealthy parents, for their only son. He loved me but could not satisfy my yearning for a child, even after ten long years.
In the meantime, my husband Dinesh got a job in a remote Project and I too managed to be employed as a teacher, because of my academic background.
One day a close friend of his, came to my flat and I invited him to come inside. I told him Dinesh had gone on official tour, and went inside, to make tea.
When I returned to the drawing room, he had bolted the door from inside which I failed to notice.
He came close to me and sat beside me in the sofa. After finishing tea during small talk, he slowly held me in his arm and gave me a kiss. I did not like it. Neither did I resist.
He then pulled up my petty coat and commented: “You have shapely legs!”
His hands reached upwards, stroking my thighs and then I yielded. Thus our first son was born.
My husband was very happy. I have a sneaking suspicion that it was all preplanned by them. Having once tasted the joy of sin, I had many friends from the opposite sex, resulting in the birth of two daughters.
All went well, till my impotent husband was killed in an accident at the Project site. I had a job and I did not enjoy sex with my husband; so this did not affect me, though I felt sorry.
The children grew up and two of them went abroad, my son got employed in the Project.
I had to go to Bombay, to attend a marriage and I took out all my jewelry, costing some ten lac rupees. After my return, I failed to put the jewelry in the bank locker.
I became ill and was admitted in the Project Hospital.
My friend came to the hospital daily and accompanied me to my flat. We were shocked to see the door opened and ransacked. Jewelry and kitchen articles were taken away. My friend’s house was also attacked by thieves. We filed complaint with the police.
In the meantime, my friend saw children of a tribal, nomadic woman, playing with his gold necklace. He was very influential and police caught the woman, along with the stolen jewelry. But it was kept in judicial custody, pending hearing of the case, which lingered on, for years, though I had recognized my bangles etc.
One day a close friend of his, came to my flat and I invited him to come inside. I told him Dinesh had gone on official tour, and went inside, to make tea.
When I returned to the drawing room, he had bolted the door from inside which I failed to notice.
He came close to me and sat beside me in the sofa. After finishing tea during small talk, he slowly held me in his arm and gave me a kiss. I did not like it. Neither did I resist.
He then pulled up my petty coat and commented: “You have shapely legs!”
His hands reached upwards, stroking my thighs and then I yielded. Thus our first son was born.
My husband was very happy. I have a sneaking suspicion that it was all preplanned by them. Having once tasted the joy of sin, I had many friends from the opposite sex, resulting in the birth of two daughters.
All went well, till my impotent husband was killed in an accident at the Project site. I had a job and I did not enjoy sex with my husband; so this did not affect me, though I felt sorry.
The children grew up and two of them went abroad, my son got employed in the Project.
I had to go to Bombay, to attend a marriage and I took out all my jewelry, costing some ten lac rupees. After my return, I failed to put the jewelry in the bank locker.
I became ill and was admitted in the Project Hospital.
My friend came to the hospital daily and accompanied me to my flat. We were shocked to see the door opened and ransacked. Jewelry and kitchen articles were taken away. My friend’s house was also attacked by thieves. We filed complaint with the police.
In the meantime, my friend saw children of a tribal, nomadic woman, playing with his gold necklace. He was very influential and police caught the woman, along with the stolen jewelry. But it was kept in judicial custody, pending hearing of the case, which lingered on, for years, though I had recognized my bangles etc.
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