The Other Woman

“It is not my fault that we fell in love. I was equally helpless. You knew the truth, you had a choice. I did not. You lured me into loving you and now when I have no escape you are telling me that it is a mistake. Did I love you for any reason? I was naive. I thought love comes to us when it is destined to. You are my first love and you knew that. I have held upon you like a lifeline, like that little strand of hope and yet you chose to cut it off without even thinking how heartbreaking it will be for me.”

She kept speaking in a flow and eventually her words were drowned by her sobs. I wanted a lazy, relaxed evening and that was the reason I chose CCD for a nice coffee to escape from the everyday bickering of life. But alas, maybe I was not destined to have my peace. I rose a little from my seat and then sank again in its plush leather. Last time when I extended a helping hand to a lady she glared at me asking me to mind my own business. Well, I should have rather concentrated on my coffee but time and again my eyes darted towards the sobbing demure. She appeared so shattered. I could see myself in her.

*20 years ago*

"Please don’t go. Think about our little daughter. What will I do without you?" I held his leg firmly crying out aloud. He shrugged me away.

"We both are poles apart. I have developed feelings for Shanaya. I will send the divorce papers in a week."

"What is that she has and I don’t?"

"Look at yourself for once. What are you? A mere housewife! She is educated, matches my standards, young, beautiful, poised and you a rustic housewife", he roared.

He left with his belongings and also left a broken shattered inconsolable wife.

"I was the same when you married me. I gave up my career because your parents were ill."
Her voice echoed back from the walls. He was gone.

“Ma'am shall I remove the cup?”

The voice of the waiter brought me back to the reality. I ordered another coffee and almost involuntarily my eyes again drifted to the girl. She was still sobbing. It's now or never. There is nothing to lose. I gathered myself up and went and sat next to her.

And maybe that is when she realized that she was in a public cafe. She regained her composure almost instantly.

“Are you okay?”

“Yes I am perfectly fine. Thank you for asking.”

“I am sorry but I overheard your conversation. I am not here to give you any sympathy but I am here to tell you that it is okay if he chooses to leave you. It's his loss. My husband also left me for another woman 20 years back.”

She blinked her tears away. With a quivering voice she spoke ,"Would you still be sitting here if I told you that I am the other woman in this case?”

I was numb. For years I had harboured such intense hatred for women who broke homes, who caused families to separate for their vested interests and today my heart was going out for one. I knew how it felt to be abandoned. I was estranged by my husband only six years after my marriage. All my feelings came rushing back to me. But then this girl she appeared so fragile, so broken. After my long silence I spoke , “Why on the Earth did you choose a man who already belonged to someone else?”

“Ma’am it was not my choice. Though my story might seem another sympathy attractor but I grew up as an orphan, worked very hard all my life. There was no one who was overjoyed when I got a distinction, no one when I got graduated, no one to feel proud when I got my first job in a leading MNC. No one till the date I met him. He was my immediate boss. The first day I met him was at my office. Suave, smart, a debonair straight out of  the Mills and Boon books. But I knew, I was nothing. Nothing in comparison to him. But maybe love doesn't seek perfection. It is made to fill voids that make us incomplete. He used to smile from his cubicle daily whenever I looked up from my desk. My heart started weaving dreams even before I knew. His voice made me feel weak in my knees. And then one day he asked me out. It was the most beautiful day of my life. In between the conversation I told him the truth of my life and he listened, patiently. I felt naked with every word I spoke. For the first time I was letting my heart speak. All pain and frustration in my voice was flowing from my eyes. That was the night that he promised to share my loneliness. What else could I have asked for? I never questioned him if he did not return my calls, or did not meet me for days or did not make our relationship public. He had his reasons and I had faith in him. For the first time I was feeling loved. How could have I questioned him? He was already giving my dreams the reality I had always wished for. Until one day when my colleague suspected something fishy and enquired about it. My lips were lying but somehow my face gave out the truth. He was married and had 2 kids. My entire world came crashing down. My dreams, my reality, my hopes and my fears all piled on the heap of guilt. I was going to be the reason for breaking someone else’s family. You tell me ma’am who would know it better than me what it feels to lose your family? Saying I felt guilty would be an understatement to what I actually felt. I was crushed. I needed him badly. I had no one to call my own except him yet I did not have power to confront him and break his family. To be a house breaker is no one’s dream.  To be the other woman in someone’s life feels degrading. I fell in my own eyes. For nights I kept debating with myself whether I should confront him or not. Every night I fell asleep praying that tomorrow when I wake up it ends like a nightmare but every morning I was swept with guilt and remorse. I was shocked that I wasn’t feeling angry or cheated. And then one day I confronted him. He told me he and his wife are incompatible and he is filing for a divorce. Yet I could not reason him out. Because I did not want to question him. I did not want to lose him. And above all I was selfish. He called me today to say that he won’t exit my life but he can’t even divorce his wife. I do not want to be his mistress. I want a family that I can call my own. But he did not understand that. He never will. I loved him with everything I had and I ended up being nothing at all.”

She started crying again.

“Oh my God. You should file a case against him. It’s not your fault. It is not.” My own words surprised me. Was I  actually saying that to a woman who broke someones house? No I was saying that to a little girl who was deceived in love. She did not want to break his family. I kept cursing that man in my mind.

“How can a file a case against a man who gave me the happiest moments in my life? I am carrying his kid in my womb. I don’t know what to do. If I bring it to life it will be called a bastard child which I will never be able to justify. But if I kill it then I will lose the only memoir of my relationship. I think I should accept being his mistress. At least he will be in my life.  I know he’ll be cheating on his wife which I do not want but do I have a choice?”

“I am sorry but my child don’t ruin your life. Abort this child. Go to a new city. Re start your life. I have a daughter of my own. If something like this would have happened to her I would have given the same advice. By God’s grace she is happy and I want the same for you. She got a perfect husband and I want you to do the same.If you choose to be his mistress you will always be crushed in your life and so will your child be. Don’t do that. Why do you want to degrade yourself to that level when you can be the wife of a respectable man?”

“Aunty I guess you are right. I was just thinking about myself. Not once did it register my mind that will my child be able to bear this. I can’t punish my child for the sins that I have been committing. Not for once did I....

Suddenly my phone started ringing.

“Mummy its me Ritu.”

I was stunned listening to her voice. She appeared to have been crying and driving.

“Maa Ritesh is a cheat. He cheated upon me. Smriti his junior it is. And that is happening past one year. I am coming back home. You were right all men are.........

Suddenly there was screeching of tyres, horns and shrieks!!

"Ritu Ritu Ritu speak up", I shouted with all my might.

“What happened aunty?”

“Hello do you know whose number is this?”

“Yes yes she is my daughter. What happened? Is she okay?”

“Please reach army hospital next to Rathpur road.”

I started trembling. My own little daughter is struggling for her life. I was crying.

“Aunty what happened? Are you okay?”

“My my daughter met an accident.Army hospital now, I panted while I spoke.”

“Aunty let's go I have a car.”

All through the way I kept praying for the safety of my daughter. Ritesh how could he do this!! My daughter trusted him so much. How could he? Why God why the same fate for my daughter.

We reached the hospital. Ritu was in ICU. But out of danger.

“Aunty I am leaving. I have made up my mind. I am leaving.”

I blessed her with all my heart. I thanked her profusely for bringing me to the hospital.

“Aunty you changed my life. I can never thank you enough.”

She left. But a paper went flying out of her purse. I rushed to grab it. I shouted her name so many times but she had already gone. I turned it

Smriti Misra

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The paper fell from my hands. Did I just bless the girl because of whom my daughter was in ICU?

Though I know she has left Ritesh but now I wouldn’t let my daughter be with that man. But he said he could not divorce Ritu for Smriti. That meant he loved her. But he did cheat on her. I know how loneliness feels but then living with someone who is willing to cheat you is that worth it?

My questions had no answers.

“Who is with patient number 780?”

I walked towards her room hiding the secret of her husband and his love. I wish I did not want that relaxing cup of coffee. Smriti wasn’t wrong but then Ritu is my daughter. My choice is also tough.