HOW A LOVE TRIANGLE GOT SOLVED - Blog Fiction
From my Creative Writing Archives:
Here is a love story I wrote more than 2 years ago, in early 2013.
It is a simple story of a Love Triangle.
Do tell me of you like it.
HOW A LOVE TRIANGLE GOT SOLVED
Short Adult Fiction
By
VIKRAM KARVE
LOVE TRIANGLE - Blog Fiction by Vikram Karve
“Elope? You want us to elope?” I ask.
“Yes. That’s why I have got my bag with me,” she says.
“But where do you want to go?”
“Take me to your place. I’ll stay with you.”
“How can you stay with me? You are married to someone else.”
“I don’t care. I cannot live with him any longer. I am moving in with you.”
“You can’t just move in with me. I told you that. You also know that my parents are coming to spend a week with me in Pune.”
“But you have told your parents about me, haven’t you?”
“Yes.”
“And they have agreed …”
“Yes. They have agreed to meet you. But only after you divorce your husband. And let me make one thing quite clear. My parents are quite orthodox. They will never accept a live-in relationship. According to them it is called living in sin.”
“Living in sin? Sin? That’s funny. If we have a love affair in secret it’s okay. But if we live openly together it becomes sin.”
“Let’s not argue about this. You know that you will first have to divorce your husband before you can even think of marrying me.”
“He refused point blank.”
“You asked him?”
“Yes.”
“When?”
“This morning. Before he left for Mumbai.”
“Mumbai?”
“He’s catching the afternoon flight to Singapore
“Singapore Singapore
“I did not know till late last night. He said he got a call in office yesterday evening. It’s some good job offer in Singapore
“Oh? So he will be moving to Singapore
“Not he alone – WE will be moving to Singapore – he said I was to go along with him to Singapore
“But what about your job?”
“He said that he will arrange with my company to transfer me to our Singapore Singapore
“Of course he has clout in the industry – he’s quite a big shot. That’s why I am so scared. If he finds out about us, he’ll have me thrown out my job. He’ll ruin my career.”
“So you have chickened out?”
“No.”
“Oh, yes – you have chickened out. You are not the same any more. What happened to all that talk about how much you love me, that you would do anything for me. You have had your fun with me and now when the time has come to do something you want to run away from a commitment.”
“I am not running away from my commitment. I promise I will marry you. I will convince my parents. But first, you will have to divorce your husband. Talk to him. I am sure everything will work out.”
“Nothing is going to work out. Do you know what he said when I asked him for a divorce this morning?”
“What happened?”
“He blew up into a terrible rage. He told me that I would get divorce over his dead body. And then …”
“And then?”
“He brutally raped me. Like always. He is so rough with me, so brutal. He is a filthy pervert, a cruel sadist. Nowadays he gets rough, very rough, he tries to …” – she starts crying, and then, sobbing, she says – “… he did it this morning too. It is so disgusting, so painful, so terrible – I think I’m still bleeding down there even now. I can’t bear it any longer. His violent sadism is getting worse and worse. I can’t live with him for a single moment longer. If you don’t take me with you, the only way I can get out of this hell is to kill myself, I will commit suicide.”
“Please. Don’t cry. Let’s go to a doctor first.”
“I don’t want to. It is very embarrassing. It is easier for me to suffer the pain than bear the shame.”
“Listen. I know a lady doctor. You can tell her everything. She is very nice and she won’t tell anybody. I’ll take the day off. You ring up your office too. We will go to the doctor now. And then I will take you home.”
“I can stay with you?”
“Till the evening. Then you can go and live with your folks for a few days. Meanwhile we will think of something.”
“Folks? I have no folks, no family – I am a bloody orphan.”
“Don’t say that. I know that your parents are divorced. But you are not an orphan.”
“I don’t even know where my father is – he left 20 years ago, when I was just 5 years old. And my mother – she got married to this horrible man – my so-called stepfather. Lecherous bastard. He always had his eyes on me. He tried to … he did … so many times. And he kept threatening me … that he would throw us out of the house … I could not tell anyone … no one would believe me. Outwardly my stepfather looked like a respectable gentleman – just like my husband. Those days were terrible. I just hate him. I am still so scared of him. It is to escape from him that I got so hurriedly married to the first boy I saw. I never imagined I would land up in a worse situation. I jumped from the frying pan into the fire. Now you listen – I am telling you one thing – if you ditch me I will commit suicide.”
“Don’t say that. Something will work out. We will find some solution to the problem.”
“Solution? There is no solution to my problem. He won’t give me a divorce. You won’t take me into your home till I am divorced. It is a dead end.”
Suddenly someone turns up the volume on the TV in the Coffee Shop.
They all look.
There is a “Breaking News”.
There has been a terrible accident on the Pune Mumbai Expressway.
They show visuals of a mangled car smashed into a truck.
The news-reporter is saying excitedly: “… the speeding taxi lost control, jumped over the road divider and crashed into an oncoming truck. The driver of the taxi miraculously escaped with injuries, but the passenger, a renowned Software Engineer, died instantly. His name is …”
“Hey. See the TV. It is your husband. That is your husband’s name. Your husband died in the accident. Your husband is dead…” I say, stunned.
“Yes,” she says, taking my hand in hers, “it looks like the problem has solved itself. Love Triangle Solved - QED.”
VIKRAM KARVE
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