MY LOVE AFFAIR AND THE SUCKER PUNCH
Fiction Short Story
By
VIKRAM KARVE
From my Creative Writing Archives:
A Passionate Love Story I wrote 6 years ago, in the year 2008.
Do tell me if you liked the love story.
SUCKER PUNCH – Short Fiction Story by Vikram Karve
Part 1
It all started when my wife discovered that I was having an affair.
She flew down to Delhi by the first available flight and confronted me.
Guilt ridden, I confessed the truth.
She asked for divorce.
I agreed.
Under the circumstances she was fully justified.
Also, I had fallen genuinely in love with Anita.
One year later, Alka and I were formally divorced by mutual consent and I married Anita.
Actually it all started because we bought that luxurious 3 BHK apartment in that posh township in Aundh.
We should have been happy and content staying in our cosy little rented apartment in the heart of Pune.
But the lure of owning one’s own dream house, that too in a high-falutin locality, was too strong a desire to withstand.
And everyone said that the way real estate prices were shooting up, it was a life-time chance and fantastic investment too.
Buying the house meant two things.
First, my wife Alka had to start working again to help pay the housing loan EMIs.
Second, we had to postpone our immediate plans for a second child, a companion for our three year old daughter Sneha.
Everything was fine.
Our work life and our family life was going on fine – in fact, despite the hiatus she had taken to have the baby, my wife was doing very well, and thanks to the IT boom, she got fast promotions and even her salary had become more than mine.
Then one day, suddenly, my firm was acquired by some wise guy in the States, who merged our firm with his bigger firm and decided to transfer the Pune operations to the main facility at Gurgaon, near Delhi.
The new owner decided to sell off the Pune office, its vast real estate which was prime property, and also sell the firm’s extensive assets for an exorbitant sum of money and make a huge profit.
It made business sense too, having everything in one place.
Though I had to relocate to Gurgaon, it was with a big promotion and huge pay hike.
My wife Alka could have come with me to Gurgaon.
But she did not want to give up her job in Pune, where she was doing extremely well.
More importantly she did not want to leave our dream home in Aundh which we had painstakingly designed, decorated, adorned and embellished so lovingly.
Locking up our Pune home and not living in our own beautiful house would be a pity.
Selling our beloved house was unimaginable.
Renting it out would be sacrilege.
And Sneha, our darling daughter, was so well settled, doing so well in her excellent school just opposite our house, so engrossed with her friends, her creative hobby classes, her games, her routine, everything, that it would be cruel to dislocate her joyful and happy life.
I could have changed my job and stayed on in Pune too.
But here, in Pune, at that point of time, I could not even dream of getting the high position and pay hike I was being offered in Gurgaon after my firm’s takeover by the new American firm.
Maybe, somewhere in the back of my mind, it had irked my male ego that my wife was earning more than me here in Pune.
Now, once I went to Gurgaon, I would be way ahead of her, both salary-wise and position-wise.
Tell me, which husband likes to be inferior to his wife?
Or maybe, we both were in competition with each other.
So we began this long distance marriage.
Meeting whenever could, planning family vacations to exotic locations, trying to spend “quality time” together – but as everyone knows this is all a façade, a masquerade that all actors in a long distance relationship go through, enact, perform, for the others’ sake, maybe to soothe one’s own guilt.
And then it happened – the affair with my colleague Anita.
The affair did not happen suddenly.
It was not a sudden spur of the moment “one-night-stand”.
It was a full-fledged love affair.
It happened slowly and surely, as it probably happens to most lovelorn couples suffering the void of a long distance marriage.
It all started as a harmless workplace friendship.
Then there was a bit of light-hearted flirting, a hint of flippant romance.
As time passed we became closer and closer, spent more and more time together, at work and off work, and our relationship blossomed.
It was silly of me to assume that I could keep my friendship with an attractive single woman like Anita purely platonic, for she too was as lonely as I was.
We started having a passionate affair and fell in love with each other – I still do not know which happened first.
It was just a matter of time before rumours reached Alka’s ears.
The way Anita and me were brazenly at it, I wonder how it took so much time for Alka to find out.
And then one day, out of the blue, suddenly, Alka landed up in Gurgaon and confronted me.
I confessed, Alka asked for a divorce, so Alka and I got divorced through mutual consent, and I married Anita.
Part 2
Three years later Anita and I sat anxiously in the clinic.
We sat in the clinic because Anita hadn’t been able to conceive a baby.
For the first year of our marriage we planned not to have a baby, focussed on our careers, enjoyed ourselves.
The next year, we were carefree, let nature take its own course, and left it to chance.
The third year, we desperately tried to have a baby, as Anita had crossed thirty.
And as time passed, disappointment turned into anxiety, and then panic set in.
And so we sat in the clinic waiting for the doctor.
“There’s good news for you,” the doctor said to Anita reading the reports.
“I’m okay...?” asked Anita excitedly.
“Absolutely okay...!” the doctor said to Anita, “you are fully fit to have a baby.”
“Then what’s wrong? Why can’t she conceive?” I asked.
“The problem is with you, Sir,” the doctor said to me, “you are sterile.”
“What…?” I shouted dumbfounded.
“But he is so good …” Anita exclaimed incredulously.
“Wait…Wait…Just wait a minute...” the doctor said to Anita, “I’m sure he is good. But please try to understand – there is a difference between impotence and sterility…”
“What nonsense...?” I said angrily, “I am not sterile or anything... Let me tell you that I am fully virile. I have a daughter from my earlier marriage.”
“Not possible,” the doctor said emphatically, “You could never have fathered a child in your entire life…you have congenital, incurable, permanent…come inside…I will explain it in detail…”
“Then who fathered my daughter...?” I screamed hysterically, my brain spinning crazily like a vortex.
“That’s for you to find out...” the doctor said dispassionately.
The doctor continued speaking, but I could not discern a word of what he was saying as my mind went blank in an abyss of silence, a deafening silence, and I continued to stare at him like a zombie.
VIKRAM KARVE
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