‘I’m finished. It’s all over. ‘
Shekhar was slouching on the sofa in a posture of exaggerated grief. Rekha was holding his hand, not knowing quite what to say to comfort him.
‘I wanted to give you a better life. I haven’t been able to provide even a fraction of what you have grown up with. .. They said the investment would double in a week.’
Rekha was crying now.
‘I thought of ending this miserable life, but I am too much of a coward. How can you stand to look at me, Rekha? I feel disgusted when I see my face in the mirror’ he broke into loud sobs and held her close.
‘It’s not the end of the world, Shekhar. It’s just money.’
‘Just money?’ said Shekhar. ‘It’s 1.5 crore rupees, Rekha.’
‘I will go to prison, lose my job when the company finds out. ’
‘I will not let that happen.’ said Rekha squaring her shoulders. ‘Don’t forget, we have the money. We will use the money papa has left me. Your boss will never find out.’
‘I won’t touch that money, Rekha. I know what your father thought of me.’
‘Well he is dead; you are here. It does not matter what papa thought. The money is mine now to do as I choose. I will not hear another word.’
‘Rekha, I will work late, moonlight, do anything and pay you back. No more gambling at the stock market. Promise. ’
‘Now go wash your face’ said Rekha in a mock matronly voice.
In the bathroom Shekhar stretched his arms and smiled. Now his mistress could have that flat she wanted and he would have a neat package of cash left over, he could come home late every night.
Everything was going as planned.
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