‘So why do you keep calling Neil’s friends? Why didn’t you talk to Neil?’ Niti asked.
‘No use. He just denies it. Says I am crazy and imagining things’, she said as she wiped her nose.
‘Since, when do you think he is having an affair?’
‘Past few months. On and off. I just don’t know with whom or is it with all’
‘Any proof, signs?’
‘Erm.. No. But I know. His clothes smell of feminine perfume, some traces,’ Shruti affirmed.
‘Hmm.. And what is with the house? It looks like you have not even put a wipe on it for ages,’ Niti said.
‘Why should I do it? It is his house too. Let him clean it. But he is too busy having fun.’
‘Whatever it is.. I cannot think with so much clutter around. I can give you a hand to help clear it.’ Shruti reluctantly agreed as she knew Didi will not leave her if she didn’t.
After two hours, both of them sat exhausted with another cup of tea and some cookies to kill their hunger pangs.
‘So, what do you plan to do?’ Niti asked.
‘I did not think about it. I am waiting for him to initiate the divorce. I see no future in this marriage. I cannot trust him anymore. With no children, I think this is the best. I will go back to stay with Mamma and Papa, get a job maybe,’ she thought aloud.
‘Do you remember, how much you had fought with Mamma and Papa to marry Neil? In fact, both of you fought against your families to get married. Why are you giving up so easily?’ asked Niti.
‘That was a different time. Things are different now. I am in no mood to fight,’ said Shruti resignedly.
‘You choose your courage or you can choose comfort but you cannot have both.’
‘Means?’ asked Shruti.
‘Shruti, give it your best shot. You are ready to divorce based on some perfume on his clothes. Ridiculous. Find the truth. Talk to Neil, not his colleagues,’ she said.
‘And swallow that inflated ego. No ifs and buts. You will talk to Neil,’ Niti said firmly.