Heart for hiring & love for sale
It is easy for a man to fall in trap laid by a voluptuous woman.
It was around 10 o’clock in the night. Anand was strolling on the terrace looking at the pleasant and attractive surroundings in his colony, recollecting nostalgic memories of a decade ago when he worked in a small town in the same district.
His pensive mood was disturbed by the cell phone call. As he switched on the phone and said ‘hullo’ he heard a very sweet, pleasant and melodious voice with which he was familiar long ago but couldn’t recognise it immediately.
“Could you guess me?” Came the sweet voice of a lady. “Oh, Radhika,” said Anand after a little thought. “Thanks for your kind remembrance. That itself reveals how deeply you like me still,” said Radhika jovially. Her words gave Anand a happy surprise. A familiar female voice for a bachelor in terrible loneliness is quite naturally a pleasant experience.
Anand didn’t expect that Radhika, who married about a decade ago and living with her husband and two daughters, would remember him long after he was transferred from her place. During their conversation he recollected their last
*** adhika entered Anand’s chamber even without permission with selfacquired intimacy for an official purpose. In fact, the purpose of her visit was different. Owing to his appreciation of her work she developed intimacy with Anand and, on that day, she became bold enough to indirectly express her intention to marry him.
Everything was okay with the proposal but the caste difference between them discouraged Anand to proceed further in the matter as it might lead to complications in the future.
“Society has not advanced to the extent of appreciating our matrimonial union, howsoever strong our feelings may be for each other” were the last words Anand had spoken to her when they parted last after his transfer from her place. He, however, had a soft corner for her as she expressed her sincere love for him.
You are still a bachelor as if waiting for me. Take me for your wife. I still have you in my mind,” said Radhika.
It was impossible to believe that a married woman and the mother of two daughters would so dearly love another man as ardently as she might have loved him before her marriage with someone else. It was however a matter of an unusually happy surprise for him that Radhika still had the same feeling for him.
He, however, sought her company as he was experiencing intolerable and torturous loneliness in which his consciousness shivered with confusion, tension and a state of mental chaos. He was eager to come out of the cold, unfathomable, lifeless abyss of loneliness due to his continued celibacy at 45. He didn’t hesitate a second to give his green signal to her proposal.
The week days were over, Anand again received a phone call from Radhika in the wee hours of the day. The moment he found Radhika’s number he was overjoyed. “Hullo!” said Anand. “Why don’t you visit my place, I mean, your old station? Let’s meet once as I have lot of things to speak to you,” said Radhika.
“Yes, I will definitely come next Sunday,” said Anand.
“Please call me over the phone before you reach my place so that I could give you the clearance after my husband has leaves the house,” said Radhika rather as a precaution.
Anand alighted from the bus and swivelled his head around to ensure that he was not recognised by any previously familiar person. He slowly reached Radhika’s house. He reached her residence with pleasure and joy to see her who was eagerly waiting for him and to have a sumptuous dinner prepared by her. She still had a relaxed, easy-going attitude that she had when she was hardly 18. It was a different day for
“Has anybody seen you on the way?” asked
Radhika as Anand entered her house.
“No. There is only one madman, always obsessed with talking to someone over a cell phone who threw a look at me,” said Anand.
“Don’t bother about him. He was frustrated with life after her lady love deceived him,” said Radhika, taking steps along with Anand into her bedroom.
It was 10 o’clock in the night. Radhika snuggled close to Anand on the bed without any qualms that a married woman with children generally has in the presence of an alien. Anand felt that she was eminently suited to provide a good companion to fill his leisure moments whenever he wanted relaxation from the dirty drab of routine of his job.
But Anand neither had the courage needed to touch the skin of a
married woman, nor could he ask Radhika to seek a divorce from her husband since divorce was still an alien concept for orthodox
Indians. Anand was perplexed as to what to do.
“I can offer you sufficient money, settle you in an expensive apartment but cannot ask you to divorce your husband, and marry me. Nor can I marry you at this age when you are already the mother of two children.
Then what is the fun of our coming so close?” said Anand frankly.
Radhika smiled looking deep into his eyes.
“You are still hesitating to touch me? Why you think it is a sin? Sex with mutual consent is universally accepted,” said Radhika giving
Anand the courage to enjoy physical union with her. Anand was nonplussed.
Anand was somehow reluctant to enjoy carnal pleasure with her since tradition did not allow a man in the Indian society even to keenly look at another man’s wife. He was born and brought up in a traditional family in which the boys are not allowed even to joke with cousins from whom they are expected to maintain a distance.
As such he could not think of sexual joy with her. A wife, according to Anand’s opinion is not a moving mass of flesh, mechanically performing certain functions like satiating his hunger with food during the day and gratifying husband’s carnal desire during night; a wife is an integral and inseparable part of his physique, his mind as well as his thoughts.
With such thoughts in mind Anand could not immediately accept her in sex. In order to divert her attention for some time he entered into a conversation with her.
“How are your terms and relations with your husband?” asked Anand.
“He derives pleasure from physically torturing me. Though I am very keen to divorce such a sadist, I could not resort to the extreme step since divorce is still a new and unacceptable idea in our society. I have to discharge my responsibilities towards my children. Nobody comes forward to marry the daughters of a divorced woman. I have to spend life with my husband though reluctantly for the sake of my daughters. The only thing I desire from you is a permanent solace in your clasp, your warm and tender love and your exceptionally courteous treatment,”
said Radhika tears rolling down her rosy cheeks.
Anand took a kerchief and wiped tears on her cheeks in a manner of consoling her.
As Anand remained silent Radhika went on: “I am in fact quite reluctant to marry him. He is an unqualified boy hailing from a poor family while I am a postgraduate from a middle-class family. But a job in government, however small it might be, was regarded as a qualification for marriage irrespective of other reasons in those days when unemployment was so severe and the private sector had not developed to the extent it was today. Love and marriage cannot happen with the same person. So I married a poorly educated sadist and lastgrade employee in the government but cannot love him sincerely. I love you but unfortunately could not express my love for you at that time because of the wide gulf between our social statuses. But on that account how can I suppress my intense desire to share my happy moments with you? So I took the bold decision,” said a jovial Radhika.
Radhika slowly removed her blouse, brassiere and her six-yard long sari and flung them on a corner of the cot in a disorderly fashion as if to provoke Anand for
enjoying sex with her. As she approached Anand she loosened the knot of the petticoat and let it slip down on the floor. There was hardly any lingerie left on her person. She threw it aside with her legs and flung her hands round Anand’s neck and warmly caressed his lips with hers.
For the first time in his life, Anand saw the complete anatomy of a voluptuous, lusty woman standing before him without a stitch of cloth on her person. Her muscles were overlaid with a layer of soft fat; her thighs were fresh and supple like the trunk of a banana tree; her perfect large breasts, which seemed to have never been touched by her husband, were like the impossibly idealised portrayals of the female form in books on sex and graphic fiction. Her lips were like kernel of a coconut.
It was no doubt a feast to the eyes of Anand. ‘Am I looking at a living woman, the wife of someone else or a mannequin in a dressmaker’s shop?’ he questioned himself. When Anand was hesitant to touch her, she suddenly sprang up and tightly clung to him. Anand was shocked at her infidelity.
‘Even married women hesitate to appear in fullfrontal nudity before their husbands even in total darkness. Contrary to it, how dare she was to display her sexual vigour before a stranger however ardently she might have loved me?’ felt Anand. To accept her in sex or not – that was the question.
As he observed her anatomy keenly he could grasp that there was no satisfactory gratification of carnal desire between her and her husband all these years.
“Why you are silent?” said Radhika, breaking the silence.
“What to say? I am unable to say anything except to accept what you say and do,” said Anand.
Though he simply responded to her movements he was haunted by an inner fear that he was committing a sin.
“Anand! Shall I say one truth?” whispered Radhika in Anand’s ears. “Yes.” “Everyone in this world cannot have everything that one desires. You need sexual joy to set your mind free from tension out of your dirty drab routine as a responsible officer. And I need the warm love and solace in the clasp of a cultured and civilised man who makes me forget my sadist husband. Each of us can give what the other needs. Life after all is a compromise with circumstances. We are utilising the opportunity that has come our way to please each other. What is wrong in it?” said Radhika with extraordinary mental maturity, giving Anand much astonishment.
Though Anand was initially quite reluctant to her proposal, her temptation had become so strong that he could no longer control himself and had finally yielded to her temptation. They gradually reached closure and tightly locked into each other’s close clasp. Anand was highly delighted when she encouraged him to nuzzle into her bosom repeatedly.
The night went off unusually well. As the day dawned Anand felt a rare lightness of heart and he was totally transmogrified by a joy that words in any language could not express. He experienced a joy that he missed for more than two decades of his life in torturous celibacy. Absence of female companionship and the love of an understanding comely wife created in his life perversion, trepidation, frustration that resulted in depression of mind and hatred towards life leading to the very thought of suicide.
At that critical hour, Radhika entered his life and gave him a great relief and made his life meaningful. Radhika found Anand in a serious mood.
“What are you so seriously thinking? Gratification of physical lust is a natural thing that none needs regret. Each of us has done justice to the other. If you torment you mind with unnecessary thinking about it you will be doing more injustice to yourself,” Radhika continued after a brief pause: “Had we been married ours would have been not merely the union of a man and a woman but the perfect union of the feminine grace and the virile power of man,” Radhika smiled pleasingly at Anand.
Anand’s joy was lifted to an ampler air.
Radhika went on: “I feel it is my pleasure and privilege to be with you throughout life, through all the vicissitudes of your life, sharing your joys and sufferings. I am yours forever. By that, I don’t mean that I will divorce my husband and ask you to marry me in public view. Marriage is a purely private affair between a man and a woman who are willing to live together to achieve a unique happiness which neither can achieve in isolation. Marriage
need not be a ghastly public confession,” said Radhika much to the delight of Anand.
“If your husband finds us in this state, will he not sulk?” Anand expressed his trepidation over the possible consequences of his illicit contact with a married woman like Radhika when it would be detected by her family members.
“Don’t worry. He leaves for office early in the morning and reaches home after 10 o’clock in the night in an inebriated condition. He will have night duties thrice in a week. My children play in the next room and cannot understand what we do. We can happily enjoy life as we please. Do not mistake that I have degenerated to the level of developing illicit contact with another man. Married life without love is equal to prostitution. Sex with a sincere lover is sacred though they are not married. Hence I took the decision,” Radhika described the misery of her married life, tears welling up in her eyes.
“So you have decided to be my mistress lifelong?” asked Anand.
“Not mistress. Take it for granted that I am your dearest wife, your life partner. We are bound by sincere love,” asserted Radhika.
Since that event, Anand was so completely besotted with Radhika that he was totally obsessed with thoughts about her and nothing else in his mind. Emboldened by the courage Radhika gave him, Anand began to visit her place whenever he received a call from Radhika.
Whenever Anand would visit Radhika’s town, he would first wait for a few minutes in the bus shelter and, only after getting a green signal from her over phone that her husband had left the house, would he reach her house and sneak into her bedroom through the door kept ajar. And after finishing the business he would retrace his steps to the bus stop with the same care and caution.
Radhika, too, took all precautions to hide their affair from her husband’s eyes and ensured that nobody in the neighbourhood would get the slightest hint of his frequent visits to her house. Now it had become a routine affair for them.
Anand’s unbridled passion for Radhika strengthened day by day.
“Ours is not sexual aggression but genuine passion of love that binds two souls together,” whispered Radhika in the ears of
Anand. And she went on: “The ethics that promote human happiness most are the ethics worth observing. The rest are to be ignored. Our physical union promotes our happiness. We should not think of anything else,” said Radhika encouraging Anand to continue sex with her.
“Of course what you said is no doubt true. But…,” said a hesitant Anand.
“There is no workable sexual ethic. The question whether a code is good or not is to be judged by the answer for the question whether it promotes human happiness or not. Relaxing the old moral code to suit our present circumstances is nothing wrong, particularly when it contributes to our happiness,” said Radhika.
The next time Anand carefully watched around to ensure that he was not identified by anybody. There was no one except the same madman wearing a crippled torn off shirt with dishevelled hair, unshaved moustache and hawing a squalid appearance. His pants frayed completely and slipped off his waist. He seemed to have taken a bath more than a month ago. His face revealed a squint.
He was always obsessed with talking over a cellphone with someone. He, however, spoke flawless English with perfectly modulated sentences which could not be brushed aside as gibberish talk but was full of meaning. Since there was no clearance from Radhika over the phone, Anand sat in the bus shelter listening to the madman.
“Hullo! Is my expression clear?” the madman went on, “Acting on the celluloid is not great but acting in real life is really great... A teacher teaches her pupils that character is strength, but she teaches herself that money is strength... There is nothing wrong if someone deceives you since deceiving others is an act of intelligence, but to
be deceived is an act of foolishness... Why blame the pickpocket for stealing your purse? You must scold yourself for your carelessness or negligence... Those who deceive others are pardoned if they repent their sin, but none can forgive a man who ruins himself believing in the fidelity of an infidel woman... Am I clear?”
His talk indicated that he was frustrated with some serious failure or disappointment in life.
The green signal came from Radhika.
Now, Anand was assured of a happy leisure time with Radhika in her bedroom which was embellished like an earthly paradise. Anand could gradually and easily strut into her bed chamber with least fear of being detected by anyone.
“As I see you every time a fresh fountain of happiness springs from the depth of my heart and it is very difficult to describe it in words. I can only experience it,” said Radhika, during one of their subsequent rendezvoused.
Anand tried to please Radhika to the maximum extent his purse could afford. A happy period of three years went off peacefully for them enjoying carnal pleasures. Once Anand went as usual with a hand bag and placed it in her hands. She opened it and was surprised to see a huge bundle of curreny notes.
“What is this?” asked Radhika.
“I find it difficult to frequently visit your house. I feel some kind of guilt. So, I raised a loan of fifty lakh rupees to purchase a comfortable apartment in the city where we can pass for a married couple so that we can avoid a possible risk of detection of our illicit relation by somebody. I am likely to be transferred on promotion. I will come to the city wherever I find time and you can operate from that house for two or three days in a week,” said a jovial Anand.
“Oh, excellent idea!” said Radhika. Anand returned to the city. Time rolled away fast. There was a long silence. Whenever Anand phoned her, Radhika did not respond. Anand made repeated enquiries about her, but nobody could give correct information of her whereabouts. Anand was rather perturbed as to what happened to her. He entertained torturous thoughts. He lost patience. He could no longer wait.
One evening, he reached her place but hesitated to go to her house as usual since the time was not suitable for their rendezvous. Anand alighted from the bus and telephoned her, but he could not get a green signal from Radhika as before. He sat on a bench in the bus shelter to wait till he was assured that Radhika was alone in her house. The frowsy madman was there as usual, speaking to someone over phone.
The madman threw an insinuating smile at Anand and went on with his talk in his usual way over the cellphone: “Please take my advice seriously. Your relations with her will be joyful as long as you could take her in expensive cars, fly in costly flights, purchase a luxurious house, and provide a flashy lifestyle to enjoy with your earnings. Unless you have loads of inherited wealth or could earn it, happy union with her is not possible. Isn’t it?” said the madman. Anand didn’t pay much attention to him.
The time arrived for their usual meeting. Anand slowly reached Radhika’s house. As usual Anand opened the gate and took steps to the first floor. As he was about to knock the door to enter her bedroom as usual when her second daughter came out from the next room and stood across the door as if to prevent Anand from entering Radhika’s bedroom.
“Is mummy inside?” asked Anand.
“Yes, she is inside. She seriously told me not to disturb her as the gentleman inside does not like any disturbance,” she said.
Anand experienced a sudden jerk with intolerable shock. He could not believe his own ears. He however tried to compose himself and again started pleading with her.
“Mummy might have told you not to disturb her if any other person comes, but not me,” said Anand with eagerness writ large on his face for her reply.
“No. Mummy clearly told not to allow you. If you want to see her, please wait downstairs at the gate and come after the Innova car was left. Then I will ask mummy whether to allow you in or not,” said Radhika’s daughter.
Anand was jigged with jitters for a few minutes. He couldn’t tolerate what Radhika was doing although she was not his married wife. He again went upstairs and pleaded with Radhika’s daughter to call her mother saying that he had to convey an urgent message.
“If you disturb them now, uncle will come out and beat you mercilessly as he did another visitor just before you came,” said Radhika’s daughter.
Anand received an unexpected intolerable shock that completely upset his mind. His face looked weary and agitated. He felt as if he had lost the most valuable thing in life. His heart missed a beat. He recollected what Radhika had once said: “Even really married couple will not have this kind of harmony and amity between them, I suppose.”
Anand could not control the train of tortuous thoughts. He could now understand the reasons for Radhika’s long silence. He quivered with tension. ‘Radhika rejected me? Is it a fact or nightmare?’ felt Anand. The world around him had become dark and desolate and he was unable to see the objects in front of his eyes even in the bright street lights.
Distraught with her spurning him all of a sudden and in a state of unusual qualm, Anand was unable to think of anything further. With a heavy heart and severe pang he slowly retraced his steps to the bus shelter, with his face completely soaked in sweat and heart beating fast. He reached the bus shelter and decided to wait till he could meet Radhika and find the reasons for her spurning him all of a sudden.
The madman in squalid look was still there. As he found Anand returned so early he pitifully sniggered at him. Anand recollected what he had talked earlier as it seemed quite relevant to his present state. ‘He might have faced a situation similar to what I have met with now,’ felt Anand. A minute later the madman resumed his talk over his cellphone looking at a distance.
“Intense desire of a woman for power and pelf makes her degenerate to anything to achieve her goal and resort to any crime for a luxurious life,” the madman continued: “What I expected three years ago to happen, has happened today. Hi... hi… hi…,” said the madman, laughing loudly and looking at the sky.
In a totally disturbed state of mind Anand remained a silent listener. After observing the surroundings for a few seconds the madman continued his talk in the cellphone: “Are you shocked? It is quite common. Leaving her old paramour in the lurch when she finds a wealthier one is not something new to her... hi... hi... hi. Didn’t she evict me from her heart after she reduced me to penury? She could flit from partner to partner easily. With every new paramour she becomes a demure bride by pretence. Isn’t it an art?” the madman said laughing loudly.
“Have you now learned life’s greatest lesson that you have sincerely loved her only for your total destruction? Do you know why men miserably fail in life? They take love seriously and career lightly. It should be the exact reverse if one wants to succeed in life.”
Anand’s mind of was full of scorpions. He was enmessed in a neurotic mess. ‘Did I commit a mistake in accepting sex with a married woman? Or I mistakenly took a call girl for a pious lady?’ He began to think seriously without finding answers. Anand was unable to return to the city with a rueful face in such a state of terrible disappointment and shock.
His mental and physical energies had completely exhausted. He slowly took steps towards the nearby park and as he was about to sit on a cement bench he felt the presence of someone coming behind him. He turned aside and found the madman talking him.
“Oh, my dear friend! Don’t get disheartened,” the madman went on in his usual way in the cellphone looking at the star-strewn sky. “She resumes her love for you and you can again spoon in the bed with her if you could prove that you possess property more than your successor-paramour who is now in a tight sex lock with her behind the closed doors of her bedroom. Money is the centre of all human activity. One can purchase love with money but no one can earn money with love. In the absence of wealth, love is a waste of time, energy and even of life. Her heart is a luxurious chamber that could be hired. Her love is a commodity that could be purchased. The longer you pay an exorbitant rent the longer you can hire her heart and the bigger the price you pay the better the quality of her love for you,” the madman laughed mechanically.
A little later, the scruffy madman slowly approached Anand. Anand peered into his eyes for the first time with a question mark in his face trying to recollect his previous familiarity with him.
“Oh, dear friend!” said the madman. “You can drive your successor-paramour out of her heart if you follow my advice,” said the madman. “Who are you?” said Anand in a feeble voice.
“Your predecessor-paramour of Radhika. Hi.. hi.. hi..”
The time arrived for their usual meeting. Anand slowly reached Radhikaʼs house. As usual Anand opened the gate and took steps to the first floor. As he was about to knock the door to enter her bedroom as usual when her second daughter came out from the...
For the first time in his life, Anand saw the complete anatomy of a lusty woman standing before him without a stitch of cloth. Her muscles were overlaid with a layer of soft fat; her thighs were fresh and supple like the trunk of a banana tree; her...
He, however, sought her company as he was experiencing intolerable and torturous loneliness in which his consciousness shivered with confusion, tension and a state of mental chaos. He was eager to come out of the cold, unfathomable, lifeless abyss of...
Money is the centre of all human activity. One can purchase love with money but no one can earn money with love. In the absence of wealth, love is a waste of time, energy and even of life. Her heart is a luxurious chamber that could be hired. Her love...