QED : a love story
Story by Vikram Karve
“Elope…? You want us to elope…?” I ask her.
“Yes. That’s why I have got my bag with me…” she says.
“But where do you want to go…?” I say.
“Take me to your place. I will stay with you…” she says.
“How can you stay with me…? You are married to someone else…” I say.
“I don’t care. I cannot live with my husband any longer. I am moving in with you…” she says.
“You can’t just move in with me. I told you that. You also know that my parents are coming to spend a week with me in Pune…” I say.
“But you have told your parents about me — haven’t you…?” she asks me.
“Yes…” I say.
“And your parents have agreed…?” she asks me.
“Yes. They have agreed to meet you. But only after you divorce your husband. And let me make one thing quite clear. My parents are quite orthodox. They will never accept a ‘live-in relationship’. According to them — living together without being married is called ‘living in sin’…” I say to her.
She looks at me angrily and she says to me:
“What are you saying…?
“Living in Sin”…?
If we have a clandestine love affair in secret — it is okay.
But — if we live openly together — it becomes “Sin”…!!!”
She seems very angry.
I want to reason with her.
So — I say to her:
“Let’s not argue about this.
You know that you will first have to divorce your husband — before you can even think of marrying me…”
“He refused point blank. My husband told me that he will never give me a divorce…” she says.
“You asked him for a divorce…?” I ask her.
“Yes…” she says.
“When…?” I ask her.
“This morning. Before he left for Mumbai…” she says.
“Mumbai…?” I ask her.
“He is catching the afternoon flight to Singapore…” she says.
“Singapore…? You never told me that your husband was going to Singapore…” I say, surprised.
“I did not know till late last night. He said he got a call yesterday evening. It is about some good job offer in Singapore. They called him over for an interview immediately. He is confident he will get the job. He says that the interview is a mere formality — just to negotiate his pay, perks etc…” she says.
“Oh…? So — he will be moving to Singapore…!!!” I say.
“Not he alone — WE will be moving to Singapore — both my husband and me — both of us will be moving to Singapore — he said that I was to go along with him to Singapore too — so even I will have to move to Singapore along with my husband…” she says.
“But what about your job…?” I ask her.
“He said that he will arrange with my company to transfer me to our Singapore office. He said that if my company does not transfer me to Singapore — the he will get me a good job in Singapore. He told me he has enough clout in the IT industry…” she says.
“Of course your husband has big clout in the industry — he is quite a big shot. That is why I am so scared. If he finds out about us — he will have me thrown out my job. He will ruin my career…” I say.
“So you have chickened out…?” she says, taunting me.
“No. I have not chickened out…” I say.
“Oh, yes — you have chickened out. You are not the same any more. What happened to all that talk about how much you love me — your promises that you would do anything for me. You have had your fun with me — and now when the time has come to do something — you want to run away from a commitment…” she says.
“I am not running away from my commitment. I promise I will marry you. I will convince my parents. But first — you will have to divorce your husband. You talk to him. I am sure everything will work out…” I say.
“Nothing is going to work out. Do you know what he said when I asked him for a divorce this morning…?” she says.
“What happened…?” I ask her.
“He blew up into a terrible rage. He told me that I would get divorce over his dead body. And then …” she says, tears welling up in her eyes.
“And then…?” I ask her, feeling worried.
“He brutally raped me. Like always. He is so rough with me, so brutal. He is a filthy pervert, a cruel sadist. Nowadays he gets rough, very rough — and he tries to…” she says to me — and — she starts crying.
I look at her in silence.
She sobs — and — she says to me:
“He did it this morning too. It is so disgusting, so painful, so terrible — I think I am still bleeding down there even now.
I cannot bear it any longer. His violent sadism is getting worse and worse. I cannot live with him for a single moment longer.
If you don’t take me with you — the only way I can get out of this hell is to kill myself — I will commit suicide…”
as she says these words — she break down — and starts sobbing.
“Please. Don’t cry. Let’s go to a doctor first…” I say.
“I don’t want to to a doctor. It is very embarrassing. It is easier for me to suffer the pain than bear the shame…” she says.
“Listen. I know a lady doctor. You can tell her everything. She is very nice and she won’t tell anybody. I will take the day off. You ring up your office too. We will go to the doctor now. And then — I will take you home…” I say, trying to console her.
“You are taking me to your home. I can stay with you…? Forever…?” she asks.
“No. Not forever. You can stay at my place till the evening. Then you can go and live with your folks for a few days. Meanwhile we will think of something…” I say.
“My folks…? I have no folks — I have no family — I am an orphan…” she says.
“Don’t say that. I know that your parents are divorced. But you are not an orphan…” I say.
She looks at me and she says to me:
“I don’t even know where my father is — he left 20 years ago — when I was just 5 years old.
And my mother — she got married to this horrible man — my so-called “stepfather”.
Lecherous bastard. He always had his eyes on me. He tried to molest me — to rape me … he did … so many times.
And he kept threatening me … that he would throw us out of the house … I could not tell anyone … no one would believe me.
Outwardly — my stepfather looked like a respectable gentleman — just like my husband.
My memories of those days are so terrible — that I shiver with fear when I think of that lecherous sadist — my horrible stepfather.
I just hate him. I am still so scared of him. I was desperate to escape from him — so — I got hurriedly married to the first boy I saw.
I never imagined I would land up in a worse situation. I jumped from the frying pan into the fire.
Now you listen to me — I am telling you for the last time — we have to elope today — if you ditch me — I will commit suicide…”
she says these words, with anxiety in her voice.
“Don’t say that. Something will work out. We will find some solution to the problem…” I say.
“Solution…? There is no solution to my problem. My husband won’t give me a divorce. You won’t take me into your home till I am divorced. For me — it is a “Dead End”…” she says, with despondency written all over her face.
Suddenly — someone turns up the volume on the TV in the Coffee Shop.
They all look at the TV screen.
There is a “Breaking News”.
There has been a terrible accident on the Pune Mumbai Expressway.
They show visuals of a mangled car smashed into a truck.
On TV — the news-reporter is saying excitedly:
“… the speeding taxi lost control — jumped over the road divider — and crashed into an oncoming truck.
The driver of the taxi miraculously escaped with injuries — but the passenger — a renowned Software Engineer — was killed — and he died instantly.
The name of the Software Engineer who lost his life in the accident is …”
I watch the news — I hear the name of the man killed in the accident — it is her husband.
“Hey. See the TV. It is your husband. That is your husband’s name. Your husband died in the accident. Your husband is dead…” I say to her, stunned.
“Yes — it is husband’s name — they are saying that he has died in the accident…” she says, looking at the TV — her face expressionless.
We sit in silence — watching the news of the terrible accident — in which her husband has been declared dead.
After a few moments — she lovingly takes my hand in hers.
And — she says to me:
“It looks like the knotty problem has untangled itself.
Yes — the problem has been solved.
“Love Triangle” — Solved — QED …”
And then — she snuggles close to me — and she breaks down into tears.
But — these are tears of happiness — tears of relief from her sorrow.
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Link to my original post in my Blog Academic and Creative Writing Journal Vikram Karve: http://karvediat.blogspot.com/2016/08/love-triangle-solved-qed.html
This is a Revised Version of My Story First Posted by me Vikram Karvein my blog at 5/14/2013 10:45:00 AM at url: http://karvediat.blogspot.in/2013/05/blog-fiction-story-no-40-problem-and.html and re-posted at urls: http://karvediat.blogspot.in/2013/07/love-triangle-solved-qed.html and http://karvediat.blogspot.in/2013/12/the-story-of-love-triangle.html and http://karvediat.blogspot.in/2014/08/love-triangle.htmland http://karvediat.blogspot.in/2015/08/love-triangle-story-of-possessive.html and https://karve.wordpress.com/2020/10/01/love-triangle-solved-qed-2/ and https://karve.wordpress.com/2019/06/02/love-triangle-solved-qed/ and https://karve.wordpress.com/2021/02/21/story-of-a-love-triangle-2/ and https://karve.wordpress.com/2021/10/01/a-love-triangle-story-of-a-possessive-husband-an-unfaithful-wife-and-her-shrewd-lover/ and https://karve.wordpress.com/2022/06/03/qed/ etc
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