Dhanuk’s News

They were at the Shri Ram Centre for Performing Arts  and it was during intermission. Nira had just left the washroom and was on her way to join Armann who had gone to get refreshments when she ran into Dhanuk.

“Hello, Dhanuk. What are you doing here?”

“The same as you. I’m here to see the stage adaptation of Hazar Chaurashir Ma.”

“Oh. Did you came alone?”

“I came with Indali and her husband.” Indali was his older sister. “Where’s Armaan?”

“He went to get refreshments. I’d bette head back before he wonders what’s keeping me.” She continued down the stairs and Dhanuk followed her.

When they reached the area where she was supposed to meet her husband, Dhanuk took both of her hands in his and said, “There’s something I need to tell you before he comes back.”

She had a bad feeling. Perhaps it was his tone or the expression on his face. “What is it?” she asked after a moment’s silence.

“It’s about Armaan.”

“What about Armaan?”

“I don’t quite know how to tell you this but he’s having an affair.”

She glared at him. “You’re lying, Dhanuk.”

“Why would I lie about this?”

“You’re doing it to be spiteful because I chose Armaan instead of you to be my husband.”

“I admit that I was devastated when you rejected me for him but I’m not a spiteful or vindictive man, Nira. I’m telling this because I care about you and thought that it would be better for you to hear it from me instead of someone else.”

“If what you’re saying is true, and I refuse to believe that it is, despite what you say, who is my husband supposed to be cheating on me with?” she demanded.


“Who is this woman and why do you think that Armaan is having an affair with her?”

“She was a prostitute working in Sonagachi where he met her. He took her to Faridabad and set her up in an apartment there. He decided to take her off the streets and made her his mistress.”

“How do you know this? Have you been spying on him?”

“No, I haven’t been spying on him. I know someone who saw him with her and–“

Nira pulled her hands free, her eyes flashing at him. “I don’t want to hear any more of this,” she snapped. “Please go before Armaan comes back. I don’t want him to see me talking to you.”

Dhanuk studied her for a few minutes. “I’m sorry, Nira,” he mumbled before he excused himself and walked away.

As soon as he was gone, Armaan joined her. “Was that Dhanuk?” he asked, handing her a glass of juice.

“Yes.” She took the drink and gulped most of it down, wincing at the cold.

“You look upset. What did he say to you?”

“Nothing important.”

“Oh, by the way, I will be away on business for a few days.”

“When are you leaving?”

“On Saturday morning.”

“Saturday morning? But, what about Mr. and Mrs. Patel? They invited us to have dinner with them on Saturday evening.”

“I’ve already called and told Mr. Patel that I can’t make it but that you will be there.”

She wasn’t keen on having dinner with the Patels without him. “How long will you be gone?”

“I’ll be gone for about five days.”

“In case I need to reach you, where will you be?”

“At The Lalit Mangar in Faridabad.”

Intermission was over and it was time to return to the second half of the opera.

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