Mrs.Venkatraman, Will you marry me?

I looked at my wife who was feeding our little boy Adarsh. She looked up and caught me watching her. She smiled her dazzling smile and I grinned back watching the two people who mean the world to me. I kept looking at my wife, as my mind clouded with memories. Mrs. Venkatraman. That was her name the first time I met her. I was 26, Bachelor with a master’s degree and a wonderful job. I had everything in life except a wife and I was spending my time in other indulging habits like boozing and jerking. It was on such an occasion I had the fortune of meeting my darling wife. It was my friend Krishna’s birth day and to celebrate it he had taken us all to the UmraoJaan recreational club. It was the hub, where there were artists who served men with mental and physical pleasure. We entered there at late night, just in time to watch a kathak dance performance, from one Mrs. Venkatraman. Mrs. Venkatraman? A married whore? My interest was piqued. We sat ourselves comfortably as the curtains lifted gracefully. I was stunned by the young woman who stood there. She had a beautiful poise. A magnificent body, perfect wheat complexion and a mesmerizing face. But, something about her was different, something unique, something… I quite couldn’t grasp. In the end of all...

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