It has been a while since I wrote a fiction series in parts, and the topics at the BarAThon challenge felt perfect to try and do one. The words seem to flow better now, and this is the fourth part of this seven part fiction, for the Day 4 topic, “Caught Red Handed.”
Index of Posts: Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7
~ 4 ~
Smriti was alone the next night, as Ninad, her son, was sleeping over at a friend’s house. A most-of-the-night study session, he called it. When she took the notebook to write, she remembered the days after her best friend’s death. Even there, she had been alone.
“Was I so lost because of what I had lost? Or had I been ignored?” she wondered, but she knew the answer to that. Her life had been fragile then, the strength her best friend had given her having ended suddenly. And she had turned to her husband for support.
~~~
Every yin needs a yang to balance. After I lost Ninad, my best friend, I felt broken. How could I not? He was the first person I’d turn to when I was in doubt, the first person who’d find the gloom hidden behind my pasted smiles and cheer me up, the one who made me feel at home in a new city where I didn’t know what to do, what to say, where to go. At that time, I had hoped my husband would be the one to realize I was hurting, and take a step towards me, to console me by telling me that it would be okay because he was there. When it didn’t happen, I had taken the step towards him.
“Darling, can we go away for a week? Let’s go to Pondicherry. You’ve been so busy after our marriage; we’ve hardly spent any time together,” I had asked him one day as we got ready for work. The look he had given in reply could have frozen water. I had asked him if I said anything wrong, but he didn’t say a word. I had tried bringing up the topic again that evening, only to get that same look again.
A few days later, he had walked into our room when I had been lost in some thoughts of home. My appa’s birthday was nearing, and it was the first time I would be away from home on that special occasion. I hadn’t meant to ignore him of course, but he had thought that way.
“Caught red handed, you bitch!” he had yelled. “Almost every time you are alone, you are lost in thoughts of that fellow. Best friend, it seems. He was your lover, wasn’t he? Don’t deny it. I’ve heard it from so many colleagues. Some of my friends had told me even then that you were sleeping with him while I was away on tour. I had my doubts, but no. Now it’s certain. Even months after he’s gone, you keep thinking of him and ignore me. Fine! Have it your way!”
Without even giving me a chance to explain, he had walked out again. I collapsed on the bed and began to cry, sadness and anger filling every inch of my body. I called my mother on the phone and told her what had happened.
“Marriage is two imperfect people who refuse to give up on each other, Chinnu,” she said, imploring me to be strong.
And I tried; for her sake. When he came back home, I gave him a hug as he stood in front of the mirror. I told him what I had been thinking about earlier and assured him nothing mattered more to me than him. He only nodded. I had made his favorite dish for dinner, lemon rice and coconut chutney. Yet, after a few spoonfuls, he complained of a lack of salt and threw the rest away. I broke down and cried some more, but made sure he didn’t see me.
A week passed by, and he continued to find ways to hurt me. I began to wonder if I mattered to him at all. Then one day, I caught him red handed, my jewels in his hand and wrapping them in a newspaper. I had my answer then.
Index of Posts: Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7
(© Vinay Leo R. @ I Rhyme Without Reason, 4th August 2016)
Omg! I think that this portion of your story could be true for so many girls out there. Husbands are jealous of best friends, especially if it is a guy, and that sours the marital bond. What’s Smriti going to do now? I dont like that husband of hers much.
Yes. I know. Sad but true, that. It’s a reality for many girls out there. 🙁 In this case, he didn’t even give it a chance even when the best friend wasn’t around.
I don’t know what she’ll do just yet, Ishi. I only have an inkling, but that’s one that changes by nightfall, usually. I don’t like the husband much either.
Smart usage of the prompt & great idea for #BarAThon, Vinay 🙂
(Anita recently posted… Caught Red-Handed)
Thank you, Anita.
Okay, this is getting curioser and curioser!
Best part of part 4? “Was I so lost because of what I had lost? Or had I been ignored?”
The way you write, I am in equal parts awed and amazed.
True. This part was a bit dismal, so that line might have been the best, I guess. I’m glad your curiosity is piqued. Thank you, Dhivya.
Creep! Such a creep he is.
Yep. Some people are, SSJ.
“A most of the night session” indeed 😛 Who is he fooling? 😉
The husband sounds like a right douche!
(Sid recently posted… Roulette)
Hehe! I know, right? 😉 But the details of that session doesn’t fall into the plot at the moment at least. 😛
Yes, Sid. That was the idea of the character. Good that it came out that way. 🙂
Wow her husband sound like a typical MCP, and Smriti sounds like she is trapped and has no escape.
(Jaibala Rao recently posted… Failed Determination)
At the moment, that’s quite true, Jb. Maybe it might change by midnight.
It would be fun if she beats him in his own game somehow ;)…
(Ira@ astimeflies recently posted… Shattered Pieces)
Maybe. 🙂 I’ve not thought about where it’s headed yet, Ira.
He was trying to hide his own sins by blaming her.
(upasna recently posted… Ma, even I was the Victim #Fiction #Child abuse stories)
Yes. In a way, he was. Thanks, Upasna.
Curiosity building up day by day…its like I’m waiting for next #GOT season.. Amazing stuff, Vinay! 🙂
Not that long a wait, Saumy. I’m no Martin. 😛 Glad you liked the story so far.
I love the way you have brought out her emotions. Looking forward to what happens next.
(Reema D’souza recently posted… Almost caught!)
Glad you liked the way I have brought out the emotions, Reema. Thank you. 🙂
Oh! Your story seems so real. These things do happen. Husbands play games and wives do not walk out. So well written, Vinay. Good one!
(Parul Thakur recently posted… Do you enjoy getting caught?)
Yes. They do happen, Parul. Glad you liked the part. Thanks! 🙂
This gets more and more interesting.
(Beat About The Book recently posted… The teacher)
Thankfully, Tulika. 🙂 Hope it continues to.
Oh I knew something was up! Trust is by far a very important factor in every relationship. Glad she found out his true colors 😉 lets see what happens next!
Yes. Trust does matter, very true. Thanks, Sanaa.
What a creep! There are many like him. I’m getting curious with each part. What’s gonna happen next?
(Rekha recently posted… The School Bus: #BarAThon Day 5)
Yes, Rekha. Many like him. I agree. 🙁
Very well written, the “what next element” is well maintained by you in the seven part series. I am eager to read the remaining parts…
I hope you enjoy the remaining parts too, Rupali. 🙂