HAPPENSTANCE
TETE-A-TETE WITH MY HUSBAND’S GIRLFRIEND
Short Fiction - a Naughty Love Story
By
VIKRAM KARVE
From My Creative Writing Archives :
Here is a zesty Mumbai story I wrote around 17 years ago – in the year 2000 – after a browse in the Jehangir Art Gallery at Kalaghoda in Mumbai.
I saw two women in an animated conversation – and suddenly – this story was conceived in my mind – so I went home – and I wrote the story.
I am sure you will enjoy this naughty romance...
TETE-A-TETE WITH MY HUSBAND’S GIRLFRIEND – A Naughty Story by Vikram Karve
“Excuse me – are you Urvashi Mukherjee by any chance...?” a feminine voice said from my right.
I turned my face and I looked at the smart young woman wearing a red top and dark blue jeans.
The woman was not “fair and lovely” in the conventional sense.
The woman was not “fair and lovely” in the conventional sense.
But she looked very desirable – in a sensual kind of way.
Chic and sexy – flowing hair – with just the right amount of make-up – she exuded confidence.
And – as she looked at me with those wonderfully radiant, large and expressive dancing eyes – I felt a strong attraction for her – even though I was a woman.
“Yes. I’m Urvashi Mukherjee...” I said.
“Hi... I’m Babita. Babita Khanna...” she said.
“Sorry Ms. Khanna – but I don’t think we’ve met before....” I said.
“Sad – isn’t it...? But I know everything about you – My Dear Urvashi...” she gave a vivacious laugh.
Then – she reached out to my arm – displaying a rather impulsive and gratuitous intimacy – and she said to me:
“I recognized you instantly – the moment I saw you. You look exactly like you do in your photograph...”
“My photograph...?” I asked, surprised – pulling away my arm.
“Yes. You look lovely. You look exactly as in the photo Milan keeps in wallet...” she said.
“Photo...? Milan...?” I exclaimed.
I did not like the way she said “Milan”
How dare this woman casually refer to my husband in such a familiar manner – and that too – by his first name.
And – she had called me Urvashi too ...
I was truly flabbergasted.
Who was this woman...?
Why was she acting so intimate and talking to me on first name terms...?
And – how had she seen my photo in my husband Milan’s wallet...?
“You know my husband Milan...?” I asked
“Of course I know Milan. We work in the same office. Hasn’t Milan told you about me...?” she said.
“No. I don’t think so. At least I don’t remember...” I said.
“That’s surprising. Well – it seems that I know everything about you. But – you know nothing about me...” she said.
“What do you mean...?” I asked.
She looked at me – into my eyes – and – in a rather patronizing manner – she said:
“Your husband Milan should have told you about me. He has told me everything about you...”
“Milan has told you everything about me...?” I said.
“Yes. He always talks about you...” she said.
I was taken aback – quite bewildered.
I was taken aback – quite bewildered.
I did not want to talk to this woman.
So – I turned my face away from her – and I looked straight ahead at the painting in front of me.
There was a silence between us – a grotesque silence.
Then – I turned towards her – and – I said to her:
“Well, well, well. Quite intriguing. My husband Milan has told you everything about me. But – he hasn’t told me anything about you...!!!”
“Hey – Milan didn’t tell me you were an art-buff. I never imagined I would run into you here - at the Jehangir Art Gallery...” she said.
“I’m no aficionado...” I said, trying to sound sarcastic, “I am just killing time here till it stops raining.”
“Aficionado...? That’s a good one...!!! I never imagined you’d speak such highbrow English – considering you’ve studied in a vernacular school...” she said sarcastically.
This insult was too much.
Anger began to rise inside me.
But the woman persisted – and she said to me:
“You know Urvashi – Milan keeps telling me of your hilarious malapropisms when you were newly married...”
“I’m sure he has told you about our honeymoon too...?” I blurted out in anger.
I instantly regretted my words – the moment they left my mouth.
“Of course I know everything about your hilarious honeymoon,,,” she said with a mischievous smile.
“What...?” I asked, stunned.
She smiled – and she said:
“He told me about the way you got all sozzled on your first night on the beach in Goa – when he mixed Feni in your juice – hoping to remove your inhibitions...”
Now – I was really furious.
I did not want to talk with this woman any longer.
So – I said to her:
“Good Bye, Ms. Khanna. It must have stopped raining outside. Time for me to go. I’d hate to come in between the beautiful paintings and a true connoisseur of art like you...”
“Hey. Come on. I’m no connoisseur of art. I too ran in here to take shelter from the heavy rain...” the woman laughed.
Then – she said to me:
“And listen – don’t call me Ms. Khanna. Just call me Babita. I’m calling you Urvashi – isn’t it...?”
“Okay. It was nice talking to you...” I said.
And then – I walked out of the gallery hall into the foyer of Jehangir Art Gallery.
It was still raining.
So – I stood at the entrance looking out towards Kalaghoda – waiting for the rain to stop.
To my horror – I noticed that the woman had followed me – and – she was standing next to me – which made me feel quite uneasy and uncomfortable.
She was a real mystery.
How come my husband Milan had never mentioned her...?
He always told me everything about his life.
That’s what I had thought.
At least till now.
I had plans for the afternoon – and I did not want this woman clinging to me like a parasite.
“Let’s go shopping...” the woman said, as if reading my mind through clairvoyance.
“No. I have got some important work...” I said.
She looked at me with a curious expression – and she said to me:
“Work...? What work will you do all alone at home...?”
So she knew.
My husband Milan had told her even that.
I looked at her firmly and said to her:
“I’m really not keen on shopping right now. Besides – I have to get home early. We – Milan and I – we are going out for a movie and dinner tonight.”
“No – you aren’t...” she said confidently
“What do you mean we aren’t...? He has already bought the tickets...” I said.
“Maybe he has bought the tickets – but Milan is not going to turn up before midnight. You can take my word for it...” she said.
“He promised me...” I said defiantly.
“Promises are meant to be broken. He won’t come. He’ll be busy doing my work – since I have taken the day off. And then – he has to go to a business dinner...” she said firmly.
“Milan is doing your work...? Business Dinner...?” I asked, flabbergasted.
“Don’t delve too much...” she said
“What nonsense...? I’ll ring him up right now...” I said – and I took out my mobile phone.
“No point trying to call Milan now...” she said, “his mobile will be switched off right now. He’ll be in a meeting. But don’t worry. Milan will ring you up at around 6 to cancel your movie date and dinner programme. He’ll tell you he has to work late. Of course – Milan won’t mention the “business dinner” part though...” she said saucily.
“Business dinner...? How do you know all this...?” I asked, confused and angry.
She winked – and she said to me:
“I told you. Your husband Milan tells me everything. There are no secrets between true friends.”
Friends...?
True Friends...?
My husband Milan and this woman called Babita Khanna who I had never heard of before...?
This was getting murky.
First – she was a colleague.
This was getting murky.
First – she was a colleague.
Now she’s suddenly become a friend of my husband – a “true friend” – just imagine – she is a “true friend”...!!! And me – what about me...?
The whole thing was bizarre.
It was incredible and unbelievable.
“No Secrets” between Milan and his “Girlfriend”.
But – Plenty of Secrets between Milan and Me – his Lawfully Wedded Wife.
The rain was down to a drizzle.
Suddenly – she said to me:
“Come let’s go shopping. And then – we’ll enjoy ourselves. We’ll go to all your favourite places. And – we will do all the things you like.”
I wondered why she was doing this to me...?
Why was she chatting me up...?
What was her motive...?
Was she trying to tell me something...?
Was this really a chance meeting – a pure coincidence – happenstance – serendipity...?
Was this really a chance meeting – a pure coincidence – happenstance – serendipity...?
Or – was it a contrived coincidence...?
I had to get to the bottom of it all.
So – I said to the woman:
“Okay Babita. Let’s go on a “girlie” date. I want to find out whether my husband Milan has really told you everything about me...”
VIKRAM KARVE
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This story is a work of fiction. Events, Places, Settings and Incidents narrated in the story are a figment of my imagination. The characters do not exist and are purely imaginary. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.
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