2: Compromise
Madhu had lain awake all night, quite unable to digest the shock. Was this really happening to her, Madhu Sharma, for whom receiving love notes from potential suitors had become as routine and sundry as brushing her teeth? Could a man really reject her? Her own husband at that?
It was hard to absorb.
The following morning, Rishabh found Madhu sitting in the same position he had left her in the night before. Feeling sorry, he made an offer, "You can opt out right now. I expect you would want to do so. Don't worry. I will take care of everything."
Turning to him, with an unusually serene expression in her tired eyes, she said, "No, that is not an option. I can't be the cause of distress to my parents. I'm willing to carry on with this charade, that is, if it's all right with you."
Rishabh wasn't just disappointed, he was taken aback. This was highly unexpected. It was meant to be only a small complication, but now all his plans had gone awry. He had clearly informed his father about his ongoing affair, but Shiv Ahuja, being who he was, had dismissed it.
"Ohh! So, you are playing around with a white woman? Well, that happens, my son, and it doesn't matter."
"But it matters to me, Dad. I love her!"
"And does she love you?"
"I think so. Yes, I'm pretty sure about it," he'd replied, albeit a little doubtfully.
"Then is she willing to marry you and be my bahu?"
Looking down embarrassed, Rishabh had said, "She can't, she's already married. It's...it's complicated."
"So that is the case." Shiv beamed. "And here I was straining my brains wondering why my son hadn't hooked up with a girl yet."
Rishabh was by no means lacking in looks. He was unusually handsome, of good build, and above average height. He liked to maintain an athletic physique with regular exercise. But despite being inundated with innumerable suitable matches, each woman's family willing to part with unbelievable amounts in dowry, he had steadfastly declined. He had even refused to pay a visit to his hometown until now. His hand finally being forced by the news of his dadaji's terminal illness, whose final wish was to see his youngest grandson married and settled in life.
But what Rishabh lacked in moral makeup, he made up with his integrity. "I don't want to live under false pretenses. I do not want to be instrumental in ruining an innocent life!"
"Then are you willing to let Papaji go to his deathbed with his final wish unfulfilled? Do you want the shadow of his regret to cloud the rest of our family's future?" his father had asked him.
Rishabh wasn't too pleased, but his father was leaving him with no real options.
"Just get married to this nice girl, bid farewell to your Dadaji, then you can do whatever you wish. Get a divorce or, if you are a real man, carry on at both ends, neither party need know!" Shiv winked conspiratorially while giving Rishabh a sound thump on his back.
His son wasn't surprised. For a long time, he had suspected that his father ran more than one household, and his long-suffering mother probably knew but was too tired to fight it. He went through with the farce, and no one raised a finger.
Fortunately for Rishabh, it appeared his grandfather had been holding on to his last breath for this particular event before he gave up and was declared free from this world. But undoubtedly the extent of his alarm was immeasurable when Madhu refused his offer of an amicable separation. He was flummoxed!
Why did he have to carry on living a pained existence with this girl until she made up her mind to set him free? She was being unreasonable. "But, but I can't""
"Carry out the duties of a normal husband?" she asked without hesitation.
Rishabh was surprised. "Yes."
"I don't expect you to, especially after what you told me last night. But can we...maybe give us a chance?" There was a desperate note of a plea in her voice.
Not exactly enjoying the exchange with Madhu he retorted, "No, that's impossible. I was forced into this." The words were out before he could take them back.
"But I wasn't. What about me? Where is my fault in all this?"
Rishabh glared at the ceiling. Why was he being made to feel guilty?
"Well, that was the reason for my offer. We can end this now, and you will be free to start a new life again." He looked eagerly at her; this was the opportune time to get his way.
She laughed. "That's easy for you to say. You're a man! But in this society, a woman rejected after marriage is like a pariah. All the men who used to flock around me would not even consider looking at me again"thanks to you."
Smiling wryly Madhu continued, "Besides, what about my parents, their dreams? What about all my father had to go through to get the best possible match for his only daughter?"
Rishabh closed his eyes... He hadn't realized; things were much more complicated than he had imagined.
Then she said in a much calmer tone, "I request you to think this over because it doesn't affect just the two of us, it does a lot of others"those whom I love and care for above and beyond myself. Perhaps if we give it a month or two we could develop differences? I could tell my father I can't stay with you, that we don't get along, and he'd understand. It won't be as harsh, and you would be free to do as you please."
Looking at her, Rishabh wondered. Did she really mean what she said?
"It's just a request," she said again.
He nodded, but was silent. He needed some time to think.
tbc
Indian Mythology
Sampoorna
CID
