My husband is guilty of a ghastly crime (Short story)
Please note -This is a piece of fiction.
I looked out of the window and repeated to myself “everything is
under control, everything is fine, life is perfect".
I looked at the picture perfect photo frame lying on the mantel
piece. Our wedding photo- we looked just perfect, made for each other as we
looked into each other's eyes and held hands. Yes everything is fine this is
just some silly notion stuck in my head. My husband can never do such things.
He is such a gentleman. We have a perfect life together. Let me not ruin it by
doing something silly. Repeating these words to myself I dozed off in the
chair.
The dream came again. I could see a little boy running in the
meadows, he threw up his head in the air and laughed. He looked so happy, full
of life. All of sudden dark clouds loomed over. He looked up and frowned.
Someone called his name - a man in a sweet singsong voice. And I could see a
shadow emerge. The little boy cowered with fear - no please don't do this to
me. I don't like it. It doesn't feel nice. Shhhh said the man - I could see his
silhouette now, I struggled to see his face but it wasn't clear. The little boy
was in tears now, he shivered. The man bent down slowly and started unbuttoning
the boy’s shirt and unzipped his pants. And then the boy let out a ear piercing
scream. At that moment a flash of lightning hit the sky and I saw the face of
the man. It was Ankit.
But he looked so different. No longer the sweet gentleman who was
caring, sensitive, the perfect life partner I always knew. Here was a stranger,
a menacing evil spirit whom I did not recognize. And with that, I woke up as
usual with a start. I was perspiring all over despite the air cooler being is
full blast. I wiped of the beads of sweat and drank some water from the bottle
at my bedside. I knew trying to sleep would be futile. I decided to make some
coffee and went to the kitchen. After a few minutes I was seated by my favorite
spot in the balcony clutching my mug of caffeine and the events of the past few
days ran before my eyes.
Kamala tai our domestic help who had been working with us since
almost a year came running to me all in tears. “What is it, did your husband
rob you of your money yet again?” I asked her. No tai she looked scared,
confused and looked like she wanted to confide something in me not was uncertain
if she should. Though we shared a formal relationship of employer and employee
officially - as 2 women we shared a very unique bond. I respected this gutsy 35
year old woman who was uneducated but was fiercely independent, worked hard to
earn her bread had big dreams for her only son Raju whom she had enrolled in an
English school nearby with my help. She used to seek my advice on Raju's
studies and how she should invest money for his future. She helped me learn the
basics of cooking and managing the house as I was completely naive about this.
Her son Raju was a studious boy who wanted to fulfill his aai's dreams.
He sometimes came along with her to our house on Saturday's and animatedly told
me about his school while he munched a biscuit I had given him. I quite liked
the boy.
“Tai she said I do
not know how to tell you this, I have been unable to sleep the whole night
thinking about how to spill this news to you. Please do not take this wrongly.
I feel embarrassed telling you this though I feel I must be open and not hide
this from you. Raju has been quiet for a few days, earlier I thought maybe
something at school. But day by day he has become quiet and has been
withdrawing into a shell. I kept pursuing him to open up and finally he broke
the news to me last night- Ankit dada has done something very bad to him he
took him to the bedroom the other day when I left him over to go to Shah madam’s
house for work and you had to leave suddenly for some work. Dada took him to
the room and told him he will show him some fun stuff on computer. There was
some cartoon going on but after a while the cartoon turned dirty and Raju
started feeling uncomfortable. Then dada started groping him and put his hands
inside his pants. Raju was completely shocked he did not know what was happening
but he felt dirty. He started sobbing and told dada please don't else I will
tell aai I don't like this. Immediately dada held him by the neck and
threatened him – “dare you tell a single soul. I will make sure you are
punished and will inform your school principal that you were stealing money in
my home. They will believe me of cos and then you will be rusticated from the
school. What will happen then to you and your studies? Think about it. Go home
now and keep your mouth shut. We will watch another interesting cartoon next
week. Go now”.
Raju came home and has been disturbed ever since. Didi I know this
is very tough for you but believe me I want you to know the truth”. I couldn't
believe what I just heard. Was this some movie script? What the hell was she talking
and that too about Ankit? Why on earth would he do such a thing?
My husband - a pedophile? A child molester? I couldn't imagine that
in my wildest of dreams. The woman has gone mad, she is hallucinating. I know
Ankit since so many years he can never do such a thing. He is a gem of a person,
in fact since past few days we have been thinking of having a baby and when I
expressed my wish of becoming a mother to him, though I know he himself is not
very keen on having kids he decided to go with my wish just for my sake.
How can this be even remotely true? I realized she was looking at
me and waiting for my reaction - I gathered all the patience I had and calmly
asked her to leave - I do not believe you , I do not say you are cooking up a
story but your son is imagining things and you are gullible to believe him. Go
home now”.
Though I tried to brush aside this thought from my mind I
couldn't. I was suddenly reminded of the little urchin boy Rehan who used to
play in our backyard. He was a little ball of joy, around 4 years old. I would
sometimes stop by and give him a packet of chips or an orange. Ankit would
usually smile and speak a few words. I noticed since past few days he was not
to be seen. Initially I thought he must have gone to his native place for a few
days. I saw him then after a few days, he no longer looked the same kid.
Something has changed but I couldn't place what. I decided to ask him - one day
I found him looking forlorn and gently held his hand and started talking to him.
Looked like he was about to tell me something but suddenly he spotted someone
and froze. I turned behind and saw Ankit smiling at him. The little boy did not
reciprocate though, his body went cold, and his hand was icy cold. Before I
could open my mouth, he let go of my hand and ran as fast as his legs could
carry him. I was confused then, but now something made me put the pieces
together.
That night Ankit was going for a reunion with his school friends.
I decided to snoop around, it made me feel like a bloody offender, what kind of
a wife was I? I was snooping over my hubby and that too not suspecting him of
having an affair but of molesting young children. I must be mad. I went through
his closet, laptop etc couldn't find anything concrete. Of course I wouldn't if
this was an ugly truth he was hiding from me, he would be doing it smartly and
would not leave all the evidence out there for me to see.
I thought a lot and remembered that box in the attic -he told me
it was old school and college memories and when I was eager to see them, he
diverted my attention and shoved the box in the attic. I had to find that box.
After 45 minutes of puffing and panting, I finally found it. I was in a state
of mixed emotions. What was I doing? Should I open this or just put it back?
This cannot had true but What if it is? I have to find out. With shaky hands I
opened the tin.
It had photographs of his school days, with his parents, cousins
and friends. There he was a little chubby boy of 8 in Shimla on a trip with his
parents and this one at a friend's birthday party cake smeared on his face. As
I looked at those pics I couldn't help smiling. I turned to the next memory and
I froze. There were nude pictures of young boys, with their genitals circled
and some more pictures which are too horrific for me to describe in words. I
saw things which made me feel sick in the stomach, I almost puked. I heard a
sound and quickly regained my senses, I shoved the tin in its place. It was
time for him to return. I pretended to be asleep, I was not in a position to
confront him. I needed to sort my thoughts.
I spent the next 2 days running these events through my mind. I
thought about our courtship days, our marriage, life after marriage. He had
always been the perfect partner, helping me around, cheering me, standing by me
and encouraging me. We were the envy of every party. The chic couple who
complemented each other perfectly, had money, fame, love everything. I toyed
with the idea of just forgetting this damn thing like a bad dream. Maybe we
move to a different house, a new city or how about going abroad? He had an
opportunity to move to London. I could ask for a transfer. We would have
a baby and our life would be beautiful just as it was till a few days back. I
just needed to get this damn thing out of my head.
I was reminded of a case I read in the newspaper a few days back
when a famous actor was arrested on charges of molesting his maid and his wife
had stood by him claiming that he could never do that. I wondered if she was
telling the truth - what a wife would go through when she realizes her husband
was guilty of such a ghastly crime. The faces of the 2 boys - young and
innocent flashed before my eyes. Could I really build a happy life knowing what
had happened to them and choosing to remain mum about it? There may be so many
such young and innocent boys who went through a similar ordeal and how many
more would go through it? It wouldn't stop I knew that for sure.
If I confronted him, he would deny but would have to accept it
when I threw those pics on his face. But what next? What would I do? He would
plead and I would forgive him? And move on? What was the guarantee he would
mend his ways? What about the trauma the innocent souls went through? Should he
walk scot free because I don't want society to mock at me and want to desperately
keep up the image of the perfect happy couple? Would I really be happy after
knowing the truth?
I knew the answer and I also knew this would have serious
repercussions on not just him and me but our families as well. But I knew I
owed this to Raju and Rehan's of the world and I would not be able to see my
face in the mirror if I chose to ignore this. I had made my decision and my
heart felt lighter. I calmly picked up my phone and dialed the number.
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