I reached for my cellphone and was about dial my home number when I saw the scene on the screen change. My wife had stopped struggling and now had her hands around his back. She was no longer being forced into the kiss, but was a willing, even enthusiastic participant. I watched, undeniably turned on, as the kiss continued.
Vidya finally broke the kiss and pushed him away. This time, he let go of her. For a moment no one spoke.
“You should go, Wasim.” Vidya finally said, trying to smoothen her hair. “Please.”
“It’s really hot, memsaab.” Wasim replied, exaggerating the ‘memsaab’ part. “Can I please get a glass of water, Vidya?”
The lecherous grin he directed at my wife while calling her by name wasn’t missed by her — or me.
“OK, sure. Just water.” Vidya looked at him with a steely look, and then shrugged. “Come to the kitchen.”
Wasim followed her into the kitchen Vidya gave him a glass of water, which Wasim drank in one gulp, and then handed the glass back to my wife. As Vidya turned to place the glass into the sink, Wasim raised his hand, and smacked my wife square on her bum.
WHACK!
The glass fell from her hands into the sink. Luckily it didn’t break.
WHACK!
Vidya remained standing there, her back to him, while he continued to spank her buttocks.
WHACK!
“I haven’t fucked you for twelve days, memsaab.” Wasim said. “I missed this big buttock of yours. Such a nice, spankable buttock.”
WHACK!
“Please.” Vidya murmured. “Wasim. I told you that it’s over.”
Wasim stopped playing with her bum. Instead he grabbed my wife by her hips and made her turn around to face him.
“Don’t play coy with me, memsaab. It is not over until I say it is over, bitch.” His voice was now raised. He was angry. “You should know, this is not Mumbai or Delhi. This is a small suburb of Pune. This is a small gated community. Everyone knows everyone, and everyone knows everything. Especially about you.”
I felt the hair stand on my arms. I am sure Vidya felt similarly alarmed, yet she managed to sound surprisingly defiant. What did he mean “especially about you”?
“Yeah, so?” I heard her say. “What do you mean?”
Wasim sighed. Then I saw the big guard raise his hand.
SLAP!
He struck Vidya on her left cheek, hard. I saw a bright red mark spread on her milky white cheek. And then he raise his hand again and swung the other way, slapping my wife again.
SLAP!
“Do you like it memsaab? A high class gori memsaab like you being slapped like a fifty rupee whore, and by a low class worker like me? Do you like it, Vidya?”
Vidya said nothing, but glared at him defiantly, even as her cheeks must have stung. Wasim grinned.
SLAP!
“Vidya, have you wondered why no one has told your husband yet about all of your little affairs?”
SLAP!
I saw my wife gasp, but she did not say anything.
SLAP!
“All those videos on the cellphone we took. Of you sucking our dicks. Of you on all fours, taking it in your gaand. Of you being passed around, from dick to dick.”
SLAP!
“Those videos must be all over WhatsApp now, Vidya, but no one has sent anything to people we don’t know. And certainly no one has told your husband anything. Why do you think that is, memsaab?”