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SHOT ONE
It had been nearly six months since it happened. Six long lonely months filled with a lot of tears, a lot of anger and a lot of bitterness.
Six months since her husband's Christmas party when she, Gauri, like the dutiful wife she had been, had not attended the celebration had offered to take care of her ill Mother-In-Law and then fetch him when the party was finished and drive him home, to save him the inconvenience of drinking and driving and then collect his car the next morning. But she had got the time wrong and had arrived about half an hour earlier than she was expected, so she had gone inside to let him know she had arrived.
She was surprised when she couldn't find him at first. The room was full of mostly drunken people, dancing, laughing and talking and obviously enjoying the Christmas atmosphere. Why she didn't just wait outside in the car she will never know, but for some reason she decided to look in the rest of the hotel for him. The female instinct... they call it intuition. A door on the far side of the dance floor was open and she noticed one or two people using it so she walked through it into the gardens outside. She was feeling a little neglected and a little sad for she did not accompany her husband.
It was cold and she was on the verge of going back in when she heard voices and giggling from around the corner. Curiosity got the better of her and she walked around quietly. Those voices were some things she had heard before. She knew that she knew those voices. Excited to meet some friend of hers she stepped forward.
Six months later the sight she encountered is still vivid in her mind. Her husband, Ajay, had his hands on the waist of another woman, not just another woman ... it was her best friend Richa who co incidentally worked with him, and was married to someone too. She had her back against the wall, the straps and top of her dress had been rolled down and Ajay was sucking furiously on her otherwise good looking breasts. As he sucked, her hand was inside his pants tugging at his obvious excitement.
Gauri stood, frozen to the spot, and it was only when Richa opened her eyes and noticed her, that she moved, turning and running back through the hotel to her car. She could not believe that a man she had loved so dearly had cheated on her. She had proposed him, fought to her own mother to marry him and had supported him throughout ... and if sex, well if that's the case ... she had done many things which were uneasy and uncomfortable for her husband's sake. She made every possible attempt to keep her supposed man happy.
Their separation had been swift, she spent Christmas with her mother and had lived there until moving into her own apartment two months ago. Money, thankfully, had never been a problem and served to smooth over some potentially difficult differences quite quickly. Ajay was remorseful and was content to literally pay for his indiscretion. Gauri spared nothing in decorating and furnishing her new apartment at his expense.
Her pain was added to by the knowledge that Richa had left her husband for Ajay and was now living in their house. Maybe she was blind, she often thought. Maybe she should have seen the signs, realized that their marriage was dull and that Ajay was restless. But she had not, had accepted her life as it was and was now paying the price. She had thought maybe married life is like this, that two people living together face many hurdles ... but her faith was very wrong.
It was time to look to the future and to start her new life alone. She had decided that now her priority is going to be her career and grooming.
After the initial trauma she had tried to get on with her life and was thankful to her friends for their support. They included her where possible in their social lives, inviting her out regularly. One more thing she had to learn to do ... she had to learn to enjoy her own company and love herself.
Gauri had taken up some of their offers and had relaxed on a few occasions and enjoyed herself. She was surprised by the attention men gave her on realizing she was unattached and had turned down a few requests of movie and dinner dates. More to her surprise were the suggestive comments and demands from some married male friends, all of which she quickly brushed off.
Only once in the six months had she let any man get close to her. It was about two months ago now, just after she had moved into her new apartment. She had been at a dinner party in a friends and the obligatory single man who had been there gave her a lift home, all thanks to how her car broke down midway.
"Thank you so much for the help Mister. She got down in front of her building and leaned at the window to thank him.
"Well Miss or Mrs.? He asked quizzically.
"Just Gauri. She said with a smile.
"Then its just Omkara for you.
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