I then heard a sudden sound. It was the doorbell! It seemed, by some strange and lucky coincidence, I had switched on to see my house just in time!
I switched the view to the front door. This was the living room camera and I could see the chain on the door rattling as someone knocked on it. In another window on the screen, in the kitchen, I could see that my wife was disturbed by the sound. Yet, something in her appearance, in her mannerisms, in her body language made me believe that she wasn’t surprised to hear the doorbell ring. It was almost as if she was expecting it. I followed her on the cameras through the house as she moved to the living room and opened the door.
It was Wasim. Of course it was Wasim! As soon as Vidya opened the door, Wasim pushed the door open and entered the house. My house.
“What’s the matter, memsaab?” He barked, leering at her. “For the whole of last two weeks you don’t open the door, even though we know you were home, or answer our texts? What’s going on, randi?”
Answer our texts. I should check Vidya’s phone!
I watched as my wife Vidya stood there, looking crossly at the burly guard.
“I told you last time we can’t see each other like this anymore.” She said, her arms folded emphatically over her ample chest.
“Memsaab. Memsaab.” Wasim pushed his way into the house and equally forcefully closed the door as Vidya backed away slightly. “It’s cute, when you say no, but how many times I have told you not to irritate me, Vidya? When your husband’s away, you are my little bitch.”
“You seem to have gotten a lot more obnoxious lately.” Vidya said defiantly. “People can see you come here, you know. I have an image in this society. I told you guys to be discreet, but you guys all come in at once all the time. Especially you.”
“Ah, your image.” Almost nonchalantly, Wasim reached out and cupped Vidya’s breasts with his hands. “Your oh so respectful image, hai na, memsaab? You still think people believe you are a respectable housewife, faithful to her husband, while I am here, playing with your tuttay.”
Vidya stood there, not moving, as Wasim continued to paw and squeeze her tits, feeling her up through her blouse. She said nothing as he took a boob between his forefinger and thumb, tweaked up and pinched the nipple.
“Ouch!” Vidya made a disgusted expression and brushed his hands away. “You guys have no finesse! Standing there and trying to milk me as if I am a cow!”
Wasim laughed.
“Isn’t that what you like, memsaab? You are a cow. Nay, as I said, you are a bitch. My bitch.”
“Go away, Wasim.” Vidya said. “I have lot of work today. I can’t be bothered with you guys now.”
“Ouch.” Wasim said, putting his hand on his heart, feigning an injury, “Memsaab. You insult me. Your attitude! Your sharp tongue! Oh, randi! You break my heart!”
“Wasim! I have no time …”
Whatever Vidya was saying she never finished. Suddenly Wasim moved to her, and in a flash had her in a tight bear hug, his lips on my wife’s.
Vidya struggled, but wife was no match for this man with the strength of a bear. I watched, awestruck as the guard continued to kiss my wife. Sirens of panic were going off in my head. This was not the usual affairs of Vidya. He was forcing himself on her. This was rape. I should do something. Maybe I should call home. The ringing of the phone might jar Wasim away.