High-Tech Wife Swapping

HIGH-TECH “WIFE SWAPPING”

Short Fiction Story – A Sci Fi Romance 

By

VIKRAM KARVE

From my Creative Writing Archives:

Science Fiction - Sci Fi - an experimental story. 

I wrote this story long ago - more than 20 years ago - in the mid 1990s. This story also features in my short fiction anthology COCKTAIL 
Do let me know whether you liked the story.

HIGH-TECH “WIFE SWAPPING” – A Romance By VIKRAM KARVE

Failures avoid school reunions. 

It is painful, and shameful, for a loser to be in midst of winners.    

But this time I decided to go.  

Sucheta would be there. 

She had rung up from New York.  

And of course her husband Anand was also coming with her. 

Maybe that was the real reason I wanted to go.  

It was fifteen years since we passed out from school and the reunion was a grand affair in the best hotel at this picturesque ‘queen’ of hill stations on the slopes of the awesome mighty Himalayas where our school was located.

As I said the reunion was followed a lavish dinner and dance party for ours was an elite and famous boarding school, valued more for its snob appeal rather than for its academic excellence. 

‘Bookworm’ was an exception.  

He had topped the board exams and had become a distinguished scientist, always inventing something mysterious and experimenting something esoteric.  

“Hi, Bookworm,” I said. I was genuinely happy to see him.  

“Moushumi,” he said angrily, “my name is not bookworm. My name is Doctor Kedarnath Joshi.  So don't call me Bookworm. I don't like it. I am a full-fledged Professor.”  

“Okay, I'll call you Professor Bookworm,” I teased him. 

“That’s better,” he said, with smug look on his face.  

“So, Professor, what are you inventing nowadays?” I asked. 

“I’m researching in the frontiers of Psycho-cybernetics.” 

“Pyscho-what…? Stop the mumbo jumbo, Bookworm. Tell me in simple language. Who are you and what do you do?” 

“Okay. I am a neurologist. A psychiatrist.  A psychologist. And I also hold a doctorate in Electrical Engineering. Currently I am researching in mind-transference,” Bookworm said proudly. 

“Mind-transference…?” I asked confused.  

“You have seen star-trek haven’t you?”

“Yes.”  

“There they transfer persons in space. H G Wells’ time machine transferred entire persons in time,” he said.  

“Time Machine…you’re making a time machine…?” I asked incredulously. 

“No..No… I am working on something more complicated…Brain Transfer…I can put your mind into someone else’s body and vice-versa – that is, someone else’s brain into your body!” 

“It sounds very spooky to me.  Is it ESP…?  Or some kind of occult stuff…?”  

“Not at all,” Bookworm said, “Nothing supernatural, esoteric or mystical.  It’s a purely scientific technique.  I’ve developed a pilot system for trials. The machine is upstairs in my hotel room.  Why don’t you give it a try?”    

A strange curious wicked thought crossed my mind. I surveyed the expanse of the majestic ballroom with my eyes and soon my eyes found Anand.  

His dashing physique and his magnificent beard made him look prominent in the crowd.  

He looked a decisive, hot-blooded and dangerous man, but he also looked vulnerable. 

He wore a lonely and rather perplexed expression, as though he were at the party but not enjoying it.  

And beside him stood his wife Sucheta radiating the natural pride of possession that any woman feels when she has the ownership and company of a man that other women desire.  

I reminisced. There were four of us who grew up together. The same group of classmates and friends - in school and in college - Anand, Mohan, Sucheta and Moushumi (that’s me) – the famous four – inseparable friends. All of us loved each other.  

I had the first choice since both Anand and Mohan were desperately in love with me and both had proposed to me. 

I chose Mohan, leaving Anand for Sucheta.  

And since that moment I kept tormenting myself wondering if I had made the wrong choice.

Physically I lived with Mohan but longed for Anand, repenting, and trying to imagine what my life would have been like if I had married Anand instead of Mohan.  

I looked at Anand, and then at Bookworm.  

Serendipity...! Yes. It was indeed Serendipity... pure luck... 

I felt the adrenalin rush. 

This was my golden chance to find out what life would have been like if I had married Anand... and I was going to seize the opportunity.  

I waved out to Sucheta and five minutes later both of us were lying side by side on the double-bed in Bookworm’s hotel room.  

There was a mesh of wires with electrode-transducers connected to our heads (like an EEG), a laptop-like special computer and a briefcase-size electronic device which Bookworm described as the ‘Electrophoresis Signal Processor’.  

“Good,” Bookworm said, “both your brainwave frequencies are in ‘beta’ state around 15 hertz.  I’ll give you both a high frequency burst to momentarily raise your brain-states to ‘K-Complex’ and instantaneously commence the electrophoresis.”  

Looking at me, he said, “Moushumi, you will be Sucheta as far as the outside world is concerned. So when you wake up, go straight to Anand.  Let’s see if he suspects.” And then to Sucheta he said, “Sucheta, you go straight to Mohan. He will think you are Moushumi.”  

“It’s dangerous. I’m scared,” Sucheta said.  

“Come on, Sucheta. Be a sport. It’s just for fun,” I said.  

“It’s not fun. We’re doing this experiment to validate my research – in vivo – to see if the concept of mind-transference it works. Just for half-an-hour,” Bookworm said, “then both of you come back and I’ll reverse the process, everything will be the same as before, and you can leave as your own total selves – your same mind in your own same body.”  

I closed my eyes in trepidation wondering whether I was doing the right thing. Suddenly I felt my brain go blank and then there were vivid flashes in a void.  

Half an hour later, when I was in a state of ecstasy, in seventh heaven, gliding in Anand’s strong arms, enjoying the dance, in blissful trance.  

Bookworm suddenly appeared by my side, started tugging my arm and telling me with urgency in his voice, “It’s time. Let’s go, Moushumi.”   

“Moushumi…? Why are you calling her Moushumi…?” an incredulous Anand asked Bookworm.  

“She is Moushumi,” Bookworm said pointing at me.   

“Are you drunk or stoned or something…?” Anand snapped angrily. “Can’t you see she’s Sucheta, my wife...? Moushumi must be with her husband Mohan.  I last saw them having a drink near the bar.”   

Instinctively I turned and looked towards the bar. 

I could not spot Sucheta. 

Nor was Mohan there. 

I hurriedly scanned the room. 

There was no sign of them. 

They had disappeared.  

Bookworm was in a state of panic and he started shouting incoherently:

“Anand...Anand...Try to understand...Your wife Sucheta has gone away with Mohan.  And this lady here in front of you is Moushumi – Mohan’s wife. This is only Sucheta’s body. Inside her is Moushumi’s brain. Moushumi’s mind is in Sucheta’s body. My in vivo experiment was successful – my psycho-cybernetics discovery is validated – the mind-transference has been achieved...!”  

“Psychocybernetics …? Mind-transference …? Stop talking nonsense …!” Anand shouted angrily at Bookworm and taking my arm he said to me, “Come on Sucheta. Let’s go. Bookworm has gone crazy. And it’s getting late. We’ll drive straight down to Delhi. I’ve got a busy day tomorrow before we catch our flight back home to New York.”  

As we walked through the parking lot towards the luxury limousine Anand had hired for his visit I noticed that ‘our’ car was missing.  

It was cold and I glanced at ‘our’ small cottage on the hill slope for the last time.

‘They’ were probably cuddling up in ‘our’ bedroom by now.   

I thought I was smart, but it was Sucheta who played the double game.   

For me it was only a half-hour experiment, but Sucheta had upped the ante and turned the tables on me.  

Will Mohan ever find out? 

And what about Anand?

Will he continue to think I am his wife Sucheta? 

Will this psycho-cybernetic mind-transference last forever? Am I beyond the point of no return? 

As I think of my future, I shiver with tremors of trepidation. 

From now on life is going to be a tightrope walk.  

Every moment I’ll have to be on my toes.

I’m excited…very excited…and a bit terrified and scared too. 

It’s going to be dangerous fun.  

But one thing is sure.  

Now I will really know what life would have been like if had I married Anand instead of Mohan.

VIKRAM KARVE

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2. All stories in this blog are a work of fiction. Events, Places, Settings and Incidents narrated in the stories 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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Updated Version of my Story written by memore than 20 years ago - in the mid 1990s - and earlier Posted Online by me a number of times in my various blogs including at urls: http://creative.sulekha.com/double-game-fiction-short-story-by-vikram-karve_32021_blog  and  https://karve.wordpress.com/2005/12/24/  and  http://karvediat.blogspot.in/2014/02/electrophoresis-virtual-wife-swapping.html  and  http://karvediat.blogspot.in/2014/09/wife-swapping.html and http://karvediat.blogspot.in/2013/01/wife-swapping-by-signal-processing.html  etc 

A Neighbourly Affair – Fiction Short Story

A NEIGHBOURLY AFFAIR

Fiction Short Story

By

VIKRAM KARVE

Suppose you are a housewife – at home – in your kitchen.

Your phone and doorbell ring at the same time.

What will you do…?

Your mobile phone is in your bedroom – your main door is on the other side of the house – and – you are midway in the kitchen.

Both your doorbell and mobile phone ring at the same time.

Which will you attend to first…? 

Will you go to the bedroom and pick up your mobile phone…?

Or – will you go and open the front door…?

Well – I was in exactly the same situation.

And – I chose to open the front door.

Yes – I let the mobile phone keep ringing in the bedroom – and – I went to open the front door.

I went to open the front door because I was expecting someone – and – I did not want to keep him waiting.

I gave preference to opening the door rather than attending to the mobile phone – because – I wasn’t expecting a call – and – I thought it must be one of those numerous “marketing” calls I get every day.

In any case – later – I could always see who had called – from the “missed call” details.

I did not want to keep the person who I was expecting waiting outside the front door – because – I was sure that he was in a passionate hurry to meet me.

And – I was yearning to meet him too.

I was yearning to meet him because he was my Lover – the man with whom I was having an extra-marital affair.

He lived next-door – yes – he was my next-door neighbor – and – there were only two flats on the floor.

Our routine was set.

My Husband went to work at 7:30 AM and returned home at 7 PM – his office was quite far away from home – and – he walked to the station to catch the 7:45 local train to Churchgate – and then – he walked down to his Office in Nariman Point.

My Lover (Next-Door Neighbour) went to work at 9 AM and returned at 6 PM – his office was very near – in fact – his office was in the building right next to our building.

My Lover’s Wife went to work at 8 AM and returned at 6 PM – she too walked to the station to catch the 8:15 Churchgate local train – but she got off at Marine Lines where her office was located.

My Lover came home during his one-hour lunchbreak – from 1 to 2 in the afternoon.

First – he would come over to my place for a quick bout of lovemaking – and then – he would go across to his house for lunch and small nap – and then – he would return to his office at 2 PM.

Thus – we – my Lover and I – we just had a few minutes together – and – I didn’t want to waste precious minutes of “quality time” answering the phone while keeping my Lover waiting outside.

That is why I chose to open the door.

My Lover came in – and we rushed to the bedroom.

Meanwhile the mobile phone had stopped ringing – but – as we began our frenzy of lovemaking – the mobile phone started ringing again – so – I just put out my hand to the bedside table – and – I switched off the mobile phone.

A few minutes later – when we were lying in bed together – our lust fully satiated – I heard the doorbell ringing.

I wondered who it was at this time of the afternoon.

The doorbell rang again.

I got up from the bed – I signalled to my lover to remain where he was – then – I closed the bedroom door – and – I went to open the main door.  

It was my husband – and – standing beside my husband – was another man I knew – my husband’s boss.

Seeing the surprise on my face – my husband said: “We had gone to the domestic airport to see off our CEO – while driving back – my boss suddenly desired to meet you and have a cup of coffee – I called you twice – you didn’t pick up – and then – your mobile was switched off…”

I stood there – dumbstruck – trying to recover my wits.

“Won’t you ask us to come in…?” my husband’s boss said to me.

“Of course…” I said – and I invited them into the living room.

They – my husband and his boss – they sat down on the sofa.

I served them a glass of cold water.

Then – I said: “I’ll make a quick cup of coffee for you…”

“Why coffee…? It is past one o’clock – let’s have lunch – why don’t you rustle up something quickly…?” my husband said to me – and then – my husband looked at his boss and said: “My wife will cook a quick lunch, Sir…”

On hearing this – my heartbeats became rapid – I felt tremors of trepidation – my lover was in our bedroom – what if my husband decided to go in there…?

I looked at my husband’s boss.

He seemed to be making up his mind – and – from his expression – it seemed that he was going to accept my husband’s invitation to have lunch at our place.

My husband’s boss was about to answer – when his mobile phone rang.

My husband’s boss took the call – he seemed to be intently listening to whoever was speaking on the other side.

Then – my husband’s boss just said: “Yes – I will be there…” into his mobile phone.

My husband’s boss disconnected his call – and he said to me: “I would have loved to have lunch with you – but something urgent has come up – and – I have to get back to office. In fact – we’ll skip the coffee too – and hurry back – but – I’ll take a “rain check” on the lunch and coffee…”

Both of them – my husband and his boss – got up from the sofa and left for their office.

I breathed a sigh of relief.

It was a close shave – a narrow escape.

I closed the main door – I walked to the bedroom – and – I opened the bedroom door.

There was no one in the bedroom.

I looked in the bathroom – but – it was empty.

My Lover had disappeared.

Then – I saw that the balcony door was open

(Yes – we had a balcony attached to our bedroom).

My Lover was not hiding in the balcony.

I looked down from the balcony – it was quite a height from our 3^rd floor flat.

My lover was lying sprawled on the ground – on the concrete.

A Security Guard was standing next to him.

Suddenly – my husband and his boss came out of the foyer – and – when they saw the body – they rushed there – and – they bent down and looked at the body of my lover.

They had an animated conversation with the security guard – I saw my husband make a call from this mobile phone – and then – my husband’s boss left alone in the office car.

My husband looked up – he saw me – and he waved to me – gesturing to me to come down.

I rushed down.

“He is unconscious – he seems injured – we have called an ambulance…” my husband said.

Soon – the ambulance came – and my husband went along in the ambulance with my unconscious Lover.

My husband returned in the evening – and he said to me: “He is okay – two fractures – his shoulder – and his leg – and a head injury – they did an MRI – nothing to worry about…”

“That’s good…” I said.

My husband looked at me – and said: “But – it is a mystery how he got injured so badly – he himself says that he fell down while walking – but – the security guard says that he was climbing down the drainpipe – and he slipped and fell from quite a height…”

“Oh…” I said.

“Seeing his injuries – the security guard’s version seems more plausible – but then – I’d rather believe my neighbour…” my husband said.

“Yes…” I said, “We’d rather believe our neighbour…”

VIKRAM KARVE

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“HIGH TECH” WIFE SWAPPING

“HIGH-TECH” WIFE SWAPPING

Short Fiction Story – A Sci Fi Romance 

By

VIKRAM KARVE

From my Creative Writing Archives:

This is a “High-Tech” Story – Science Fiction – Sci Fi – an experimental story. 

I wrote this story long ago - more than 20 years ago - in the mid 1990s. 

This story also features in my short fiction anthology COCKTAIL 
Do let me know whether you liked the story.

“HIGH-TECH” WIFE SWAPPING – A Romance By VIKRAM KARVE

Failures avoid school reunions. 

It is painful, and shameful, for a loser to be in midst of winners.    

But this time I decided to go.  

Sucheta would be there. 

She had rung up from New York.  

And of course her husband Anand was also coming with her. 

Maybe that was the real reason I wanted to go.  

It was fifteen years since we passed out from school and the reunion was a grand affair in the best hotel at this picturesque ‘queen’ of hill stations on the slopes of the awesome mighty Himalayas where our school was located.

As I said the reunion was followed a lavish dinner and dance party for ours was an elite and famous boarding school, valued more for its snob appeal rather than for its academic excellence. 

‘Bookworm’ was an exception.  

He had topped the board exams and had become a distinguished scientist, always inventing something mysterious and experimenting something esoteric.  

“Hi, Bookworm,” I said. I was genuinely happy to see him.  

“Moushumi,” he said angrily, “my name is not bookworm. My name is Doctor Kedarnath Joshi.  So don’t call me Bookworm. I don’t like it. I am a full-fledged Professor.”  

“Okay, I will call you Professor Bookworm,” I teased him. 

“That’s better,” he said, with smug look on his face.  

“So, Professor, what are you inventing nowadays?” I asked. 

“I’m researching in the frontiers of Psycho-cybernetics.” 

“Pyscho-what…? Stop the mumbo jumbo, Bookworm. Tell me in simple language. Who are you and what do you do?” 

“Okay. I am a neurologist. A psychiatrist.  A psychologist. And I also hold a doctorate in Electrical Engineering. Currently I am researching in mind-transference,” Bookworm said proudly. 

“Mind-transference…?” I asked confused.  

“You have seen star-trek haven’t you?”

“Yes.”  

“There they transfer persons in space. H G Wells’ time machine transferred entire persons in time,” he said.  

“Time Machine…you’re making a time machine…?” I asked incredulously. 

“No..No… I am working on something more complicated…Brain Transfer…I can put your mind into someone else’s body and vice-versa – that is, someone else’s brain into your body!” 

“It sounds very spooky to me. Is it ESP…? Or some kind of occult stuff…?”  

“Not at all,” Bookworm said, “Nothing supernatural, esoteric or mystical.  It’s a purely scientific technique.  I’ve developed a pilot system for trials. The machine is upstairs in my hotel room.  Why don’t you give it a try?”    

A strange curious wicked thought crossed my mind. I surveyed the expanse of the majestic ballroom with my eyes and soon my eyes found Anand.  

His dashing physique and his magnificent beard made him look prominent in the crowd.  

He looked a decisive, hot-blooded and dangerous man, but he also looked vulnerable. 

He wore a lonely and rather perplexed expression, as though he were at the party but not enjoying it.  

And beside him stood his wife Sucheta radiating the natural pride of possession that any woman feels when she has the ownership and company of a man that other women desire.  

I reminisced. There were four of us who grew up together. The same group of classmates and friends - in school and in college - Anand, Mohan, Sucheta and Moushumi (that’s me) – the famous four – inseparable friends. All of us loved each other.  

I had the first choice since both Anand and Mohan were desperately in love with me and both had proposed to me. 

I chose Mohan, leaving Anand for Sucheta.  

And since that moment I kept tormenting myself wondering if I had made the wrong choice.

Physically I lived with Mohan but longed for Anand, repenting, and trying to imagine what my life would have been like if I had married Anand instead of Mohan.  

I looked at Anand, and then at Bookworm.  

Serendipity...! Yes. It was indeed Serendipity... pure luck... 

I felt the adrenalin rush. 

This was my golden chance to find out what life would have been like if I had married Anand... and I was going to seize the opportunity.  

I waved out to Sucheta and five minutes later both of us were lying side by side on the double-bed in Bookworm’s hotel room.  

There was a mesh of wires with electrode-transducers connected to our heads (like an EEG), a laptop-like special computer and a briefcase-size electronic device which Bookworm described as the ‘Electrophoresis Signal Processor’.  

“Good,” Bookworm said, “both your brainwave frequencies are in ‘beta’ state around 15 hertz.  I’ll give you both a high frequency burst to momentarily raise your brain-states to ‘K-Complex’ and instantaneously commence the electrophoresis.”  

Looking at me, he said, “Moushumi, you will be Sucheta as far as the outside world is concerned. So when you wake up, go straight to Anand.  Let’s see if he suspects.” And then to Sucheta he said, “Sucheta, you go straight to Mohan. He will think you are Moushumi.”  

“It’s dangerous. I’m scared,” Sucheta said.  

“Come on, Sucheta. Be a sport. It’s just for fun,” I said.  

“It’s not fun. We’re doing this experiment to validate my research – in vivo – to see if the concept of mind-transference it works. Just for half-an-hour,” Bookworm said, “then both of you come back and I’ll reverse the process, everything will be the same as before, and you can leave as your own total selves – your same mind in your own same body.”  

I closed my eyes in trepidation wondering whether I was doing the right thing. Suddenly I felt my brain go blank and then there were vivid flashes in a void.  

Half an hour later, when I was in a state of ecstasy, in seventh heaven, gliding in Anand’s strong arms, enjoying the dance, in blissful trance.  

Bookworm suddenly appeared by my side, started tugging my arm and telling me with urgency in his voice, “It’s time. Let’s go, Moushumi.”   

“Moushumi…? Why are you calling her Moushumi…?” an incredulous Anand asked Bookworm.  

“She is Moushumi,” Bookworm said pointing at me.   

“Are you drunk or stoned or something…?” Anand snapped angrily. “Can’t you see she’s Sucheta, my wife...? Moushumi must be with her husband Mohan.  I last saw them having a drink near the bar.”   

Instinctively I turned and looked towards the bar. 

I could not spot Sucheta. 

Nor was Mohan there. 

I hurriedly scanned the room. 

There was no sign of them. 

They had disappeared.  

Bookworm was in a state of panic and he started shouting incoherently:

“Anand...Anand...Try to understand...Your wife Sucheta has gone away with Mohan.  And this lady here in front of you is Moushumi – Mohan’s wife. This is only Sucheta’s body. Inside her is Moushumi’s brain. Moushumi’s mind is in Sucheta’s body. My in vivo experiment was successful – my psycho-cybernetics discovery is validated – the mind-transference has been achieved...!”  

“Psychocybernetics …? Mind-transference …? Stop talking nonsense …!” Anand shouted angrily at Bookworm and taking my arm he said to me, “Come on Sucheta. Let’s go. Bookworm has gone crazy. And it’s getting late. We’ll drive straight down to Delhi. I have got a busy day tomorrow before we catch our flight back home to New York.”  

As we walked through the parking lot towards the luxury limousine Anand had hired for his visit I noticed that ‘our’ car was missing.  

It was cold and I glanced at ‘our’ small cottage on the hill slope for the last time.

‘They’ were probably cuddling up in ‘our’ bedroom by now.   

I thought I was smart, but it was Sucheta who played the double game.   

For me it was only a half-hour experiment, but Sucheta had upped the ante and turned the tables on me.  

Will Mohan ever find out? 

And what about Anand?

Will he continue to think I am his wife Sucheta? 

Will this psycho-cybernetic mind-transference last forever? 

Am I beyond the point of no return? 

As I think of my future, I shiver with tremors of trepidation. 

From now on life is going to be a tightrope walk.  

Every moment I will have to be on my toes.

I am excited – very excited – and a bit terrified and scared too. 

It’s going to be dangerous fun.  

But – one thing is sure.  

Now – I will really know – what life would have been like – if I had married Anand – instead of Mohan.

VIKRAM KARVE

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This story written by me Vikram Karve in 1994 and published in my anthology COCKTAIL - also earlier posted online a number of times by me including on this blog Posted by Vikram Karve at 12/22/2011 09:31:00 PM at url: http://karvediat.blogspot.in/2011/12/electrophoresis-my-favourite-short.html  and in the year 2005 in my creative writing blog at url: http://creative.sulekha.com/double-game-fiction-short-story-by-vikram-karve_32021_blog