FF: Bewafa- Madhu's Version note PG14

I step into an unfamiliar land. Or, is it familiar? The ceiling marks the old monsoons, the bathroom reeks of ammonia, the floor and its cracks paint the image of a woman in distress. It's always a woman. I have noticed the artwork, the spots on the moon and even cloud watching: it's always a woman suffering.

Why am I thinking about this nonsense? I won't have time for luxury or leisure now that I am back in a shoebox apartment.

What do they call it these days? Ah, cozy.

We are all politically correct, factory manufactured pigs. Insulin resistant, void of emotion, stuffed with pride, fed with egotism and raised in indifference. We are morning after pills created for the sole purpose of blocking a moment's discomfort. We are the output of assembly line living where all we strive for is the key to a castle with shining cars and a good wife.

And no, I am no different.

I am just as much a consumer, a machine and a bigot as the next person.

I met a rich and famous man who I thought I loved. I married him. Maybe, I married his money. I cannot fathom my own desires. I was drawn to his charm, blinded by the depth of his words. I said yes, to everything.

Everything he wanted of me.

I left my studio because he thought I should become his movie choreographer. I packed up and sold my dream to the highest bidder so my husband would have his peace of mind. I compromised my art form to dance to raunchy item numbers with suggestive lyrics.

I stopped talking to my friends because there was nothing to talk about. My universe began and ended with Rishabh. During the day, I would plan his dance moves and at night, I would dream his dreams.

I was very happy with my life, content until...

I saw him in

With her

In our bed

I stood there as he moaned in pleasure, pressing up against her body, telling her "I love you" with the same voice he told me every day.  He kissed her with the same mouth he kisses me. He slept with her in the same bed we lay in at night.

Through a creek in the door, he saw my frame.

"Madhu", he dared whisper with a dirty mouth.

I ran,

I ran until I couldn't run anymore.

I slept in the garden that night, with mosquitoes and dew drops, the blue grass and the red skies. Nothing made sense because he ruined it.

He ruined all of it. He ruined me.

I wish I could take back what he stole that night. He stole my kisses and gave them to her. He stole my trust and tossed it out the window. He stole my marriage and never returned it. He stole my home and offered her shelter. He stole my whole and lost it some place I will never find.

He lost me. 

Originally posted by: 4ever4love

WOW, that was good!  

Great writing and you made me FEEL what Madhu was feeling.  Ouch, that was painful!!!!! But I could also feel the strength in her.  

good job!!

Originally posted by: iiDona

thank you. I am happy you liked the FF. I hope you also read the original aka RK's version of events to get the full picture :)

Originally posted by: iiDona

I stood there as he moaned in pleasure, pressing up against her body, telling her "I love you" with the same voice he told me every day.  He kissed her with the same mouth he kisses me.

He ruined all of it. He ruined me.

I wish I could take back what he stole that night. He stole my kisses and gave them to her. He stole my trust and tossed it out the window. He stole my whole and lost it some place I will never find.

He lost me.