I called Nisha – my fiancée.
Nisha answered almost immediately.
“I was waiting for your call – have you reached…?” Nisha asked me, excitedly.
“No – my flight got cancelled at the last minute due to some problem with the aircraft – so – they deboarded us – they made us wait in the departure lounge for 3 hours saying the flight was delayed and would take off once the aircraft was ready – and now they are saying that the flight is cancelled…” I said to her.
“So – when are you going…?” she asked me.
“Tomorrow morning…” I said to her.
“Tomorrow…? So late…?” she said.
“There was a flight in the evening – but – I decided to stay for a day – so that I could spend some time with you…” I said to her.
“That’s so nice of you…” she said, “where are you now…?”
“I am at the Airport Hotel…” I said to her, “Okay – it’s one o’clock now – I’ll be at your office in half-an-hour – we’ll have lunch – then see a movie – go shopping – and spend the evening together…”
“I have office till 5:30 PM – I’ll meet you in the evening – tell me where I should come – or – if you want – I can come to the Airport Hotel – and we can spend the night together…” she said.
“Take “half-day” off – let’s spend the day together…” I said to her.
“No. No. That’s impossible. I am extremely busy in office today – I don’t even have a moment to breathe – please try to understand – I have deadlines to meet today – I just can’t leave office now – we’ll meet in the evening – and – I will make it up to you…” Nisha said, in a beseeching voice.
“Are you in your office right now…?” I asked Nisha.
“Of course – I am working in my office – where else can I be at this time…?” Nisha said.
“You are not in your office…” I said to her, “You are sitting in “XXX” Club with a man – enjoying a glass of beer…”
Nisha turned around trying to find me – but – I had hidden myself from her view – behind a wooden screen.
I could see her – because she was in the light – but – she couldn’t see me – because I was in the dark – behind the screen.
There was shock and consternation on her face – as she looked around – searching for me.
Then she got up and started walking towards the entrance.
I made a quick exit before she spotted me – I was in no mood to confront her – or – listen to her excuses and lies.
I took a taxi and went straight to Nisha’s house.
Her mother opened the door – she seemed surprised to see me – but she asked me to sit down.
After a few moments – Nisha’s father came into the living room – probably woken up from his afternoon siesta
I told them that my flight had got cancelled and I would be going the next day.
“Where is Nisha…?” I asked her parents.
“She has gone to work…” her father said, “didn’t you call her and tell her about your flight being cancelled…?”
“I did…” I said, “did Nisha call you and tell you something…?”
“No. Nisha hasn’t called since she went to office in the morning…” her mother said.
I looked at Nisha’s parents – they looked quite confused – but – I wanted to get it off my chest.
“Nisha and Me – it is an arranged marriage – and – the proposal came from you – so – I thought that it would be best to tell you first – I am breaking my engagement with Nisha – I don’t want to marry her…” I said to Nisha’s parents.
I thought Nisha’s parents would be shocked – show some emotions – maybe even shout at me angrily – but – they were totally silent – their faces numb – as if they were pole-axed.
After some time – I spoke.
“I am sorry – but – please patiently hear what I have to say…” I said to Nisha’s parents.
And – I told them the whole story – about what had happened – what I had seen with my own eyes.
Nisha’s father spoke first.
“She was just having lunch with a man…” Nisha’s father said.
“The issue is not that she had lunch with a male friend. The issue is that she lied to me about it…” I said to him.
“She has male colleagues in office…” Nisha’s mother said.
“Did I ever say that she can’t socialize with her male colleagues…? Did I ask her to break her friendship with her male friends or prohibit her from having male friends…?” I said, “Why did she lie to me that she was in office when she was actually having lunch with an office colleague or a friend…?”
“Maybe – she thought that you may not like it….” Nisha’s mother said to me.
“If she thought that I wouldn’t like it – then – why do it…?” I said to Nisha’s mother.
Nisha’s parents remained silent.
I said to them:
“Please ask Nisha two questions:
Firstly – why tell a lie when there is no need to tell a lie…?
Secondly – why do something that you have to lie about…?”______
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