Gaurav took one look at a seductively pouting Vidya, and decided I was smart enough to handle the problem on my own.
“You are right.” Gaurav spoke to my wife, ignoring me completely. “If my lovely hostess has done so much for me today, it is only right that I give her company now while her husband has to deal with this issue.”
With that, I was dismissed. I bid them adieu. I tiptoed to the main door, opened it, and shut it loudly so as to create the appearance that I had left. While Vidya kept my boss distracted with idle chit chat, making sure he didn’t see me, I walked back into the kitchen. I shut off my cellphone so no one could ring me.
My iPad was there and I switched on the camera app program. I could see that Vidya and Gaurav were talking on the sofa. He said something that made Vidya throw her head back and laugh. Her pallu kept falling across one shoulder, and Vidya would adjust it while giving Gaurav ample opportunity to check her out. Occasionally his hands would slide down and rest on her thigh as he made a point in the conversation — and I noticed Vidya would ignore the hand completely. After sometime, Gaurav got bolder and moved a little closer to Vidya, one arm on her thigh and another holding her hand.
I checked that the sound was being recorded, and then decided to creep to the edge of the room so I could see with my own eyes what was going on.
“You have kept yourself in fine shape, Vidya.” Gaurav told her. This time, he purposefully moved his eyes across her whole body, from top to bottom, stopping for just a bit at her bust; letting her know in no uncertain times that he was ogling her.
“Thank you, Gauravji. You are also in remarkable shape. Much better than my husband!”
“Who, Rajesh?” Gaurav laughed. “He is no comparison to me. Have you seen his paunch?”
“Ah, yes, Sir!” Vidya helpfully answered. “He eats too much!”
Both of them laughed, and I cringed in mortification.
“My fiancée is also becoming fat.” Gaurav became a little blunter. “She does not exercise and she is hardly into sex anymore.”
“Oh,” Vidya played the shy, demure lady for a minute, before hesitatingly volunteering, “I know how you feel, Gauravji. Even my husband Rajesh is like that now. All the time he is busy with work. Work, work, work. He hardly has time for me. He had to work so hard on the Korea deal for a month and ever since that …” Her voice trailed off.
“Korea?” Gaurav was incredulous. “I am the real brains in this company, Vidya. Your husband just signs some papers when I tell him to. When I say jump, your husband jumps. When I say sit, Rajesh sits.”
Gaurav slid over a little closer to her on the couch.
“Vidya, if I were your husband,” he announced, “I’d be all over you all the time! I’d NEVER leave you alone with another man! I would tie you to a bed and have sex with you day and night.”
“Thank you, Gauravji.” Vidya had the good sense to blush. “I guess Rajesh doesn’t find me attractive anymore.”
“Nonsense! He’s out of his mind. You are one hell of a sexy woman.”
“Thank you Gauravji. See, you are making me blush.”