Conclusion

The scene before her was surreal, she had seen and experienced similar events in the past but none so premature as Ramesh’s. All were painful of course, her mother’s passing, then of course Papa’s, Ramesh’s parents, and several other elderly relatives that seemed to have lived good and full lives.  She’d comforted Sita through all her miscarriages, grieving with her, the loss of her children before they ever saw the world.

Through it all Ramesh had always been the touch stone of strength for everyone around him.  Living in Canada away from tradition had made them feel like they would be young forever for none of her generation and stayed in India long enough to see their elders grow old.  Now it was Ramesh who was gone, and she would never again feel that small surge of electricity she had repeatedly tried to hide whenever she heard him call her name, instead she would remember the hurt and confused look on his face that fateful Sunday.

Ranjani tried to remain stoic as she resisted the urge to cry, she needed to be strong now, not only for herself and Sita, but for the baby she just found out she carried.  She was pregnant, and facing the fact that she was going to have to tell her sister everything or have an abortion and hope she never found out.

The morning Ramesh had showed up at Ranjani’s apartment had been a turning point for her.  Never able to resist his soft chocolate brown eyes Ranjani had let him in and braced herself with fear at what was about to come.  There he was, or so she thought, just another man with a weakness for her flesh, just like all the others who were willing to have a go with the poor handicapped girl for easy sex.

Instead she was to be surprised.  Ramesh had walked in and looked around, taking in the stark white walls, the modern elegance of the place she called home.  Silently he appraised the room, his eyes resting for a moment on the second strange cell phone that lay on the table beside her more famliar one.  “Are you alone here?”  He asked tenatively, looking around once more.  “Of course she replied,” somewhat defensively.  “What’s up why are you here?  I need to return something to my friend.”

“Raajee, he whispered softly,” as he sat down on the sofa, “what are you doing to yourself?” “Why are you being so self destructive?  I know all about your activities, I’ve been watching you for weeks and I’ve come to beg you to stop please, you are destroying yourself, you are behaving like a prostitute!”

Ranjani’s cheeks had grown red, angry that he was not there after all to declare his love, instead like a sick pervert he had been spying on her!  Ramesh had come to give her a lecture on propriety!  Angrily she had lashed out at him, calling him every foul name she could think of, and when he didn’t react she took it up a step and stripped herself of the now claustrophobic turtle neck tossing it aside and straddling him on the sofa, exposing her breasts within their lacy cups leaning into his shocked face.

“Oh come on Ramesh, you’ve been wanting some of this for ages, I have seen it in your face, I’ve felt it when you brushed up against me, don’t think I haven’t had my eye on you too.”   Suggestively she had pushed him down on the sofa, pressing herself into his chest, releasing her hair from it’s clip to ensnare him in her lair, reaching for his hands that sat limp at his sides and placed one on each nipple laughing at the expression on his face as they grew hard under his touch.  She could feel him becoming aroused and she pressed herself further down into him, starting to grind as she had done for so many others, learning a long time ago that this was what they seemed to like; thinking all the while how men were so predictable.  Head tilted back, his eyes closed Ramesh moaned, “Raajeeeee, what are you doing?”  and then in a single movement, quick as lightening he flipped her over, and raised his hand, smacking her firmly on the rear, spanking her hard, three sound taps before standing up and unceremoniously dumping her on the ground.

Heaving and wheezing he composed himself, and coldly looked down at her stunned face.  “Yes I have been watching you, and yes I have desired you, as I am only a man, but I am here because I also care for you.  One of my buddies told the guys at work about the woman he fucks and leaves each week.  When he passed the pictures he took of her in action around the office imagine my shock when I saw my baby sister in law.  I have known about your whoring for weeks and I tried to come here to tell you privately to save your sister grief but it seems that it was a mistake.”

Then just like that, he left, the next time she saw him was in a hospital bed and now within a few short months, he was gone and she and Sita were alone once.  What would Sita say when she found out?  What shame, but it was too late, she had to tell her, guilt ridden for treating dear sweet kind Ramesh so poorly Ranjani decided then what to do.  She wasn’t sure who the father was, likely Rajeev, if he did the math right but she knew she’d never tell him.  He was the one married man she’d ever indulged in, besides her sinful thoughts toward Ramesh.

Tears streaming down her face she turned and reached for Sita’s hands and looked into the face of her grieving sister, “Seetu, there is something I need to tell you.

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