Next-door (Part 10)
“Everybody loves you. I don’t remember when was the last time anybody came to drop me to the airport.” They had needed three big cars to accommodate everyone on their way to the airport. Mrinal’s parents, sisters, brother-in-law, nephew and nieces had accompanied them to the airport. So had Parikshit and Antara’s uncle.
“They all love you. You shun them,” she said in an indulgent, and not a complaining tone.
Mrinal sighed and leaned back on the chair. They had completed the check-in and security check, and were waiting for the boarding.
“I don’t know when it happened, Antara. But I just lost connect. There is just too much hypocrisy. Even love is selfish and loved ones a means to achieve some other end. Get married so that we can host a lavish wedding and prove to everyone in the market that we are a “strong party”. Or get married traditionally so that I can show off the dowry my daughter-in-law has brought. Or get married quickly so that I live long enough to see and flaunt my grandchildren and see their wedding too.”
Antara chuckled. “I understand the hypocrisy part, but you can be funny about it.”
“I sound weird, don’t I?”
“No,” she frowned, “Absolutely not. Just brutally honest.”
“And is it okay? To be brutally honest with you?”
“What kind of a question is that? Of course, Mrinal ji…”
“Then let’s start with this. Please stop calling me Mrinal ji.”
“What else do I call you?”
“I have a name.”
“That’s what I am using…”
“Mrinal ji?” he emphasized on ji.
“Oh!” she looked away nervously.
“What?”
“I’m not used to it…”
“Come on. It can’t be that difficult. It’s not like you have been addressing me like this for years.”
Actually she had been. He didn’t know how often his mother would talk about him before neighbors, relatives, acquaintances and anyone who would listen. And there couldn’t have been a more patient listener than Antara. Mohini Agarwal’s focus was mostly on his weird ways, his not being interested in family business, his ascetic lifestyle and his unwillingness to get married. But Antara would often try to picture the real person behind her rants. And she had always referred to him as Mrinal ji.
Presently she smiled and acquiesced, “Okay.”
“Okay? Then let’s test it.”
“What?”
“Call me by my name.”
“Huh?”
He shrugged and looked on expectantly.
She threw up her hands and gave in, “Fine. Mrinal. Happy?”
“Very.”
She shook her head smiling.
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Mrinal grew nervous as they approached his house in the campus. How would she find the small two-bedroom house allotted to him in faculty quarters?
“This is a humble teacher’s abode,” he said as he unlocked the door, “I don’t know if you will find it livable.”
Antara looked at him surprised. In the short time that she has known him, he had taken charge of their relationship; making decisions, leading her, assuring her… This sudden display of anxiety on his part was new to her.
She waited until they had stepped in to reply, “It is ours, right?”
Mrinal felt like a huge burden was lifted off his chest. He smiled looking relieved, “Yes. It is. That is until I get promoted and hopefully get another one with one more bedroom,” he said, still sounding self-deprecating, but comfortable.
“We will worry about it when it comes,” she spoke in jest and walked around the hall they had stepped in.
“Antara,” he went to her and held her hands, “I know you would be overwhelmed with all the exhaustion and dealing with so much change, not to mention my demands and questions… And I am not asking you to make an immediate decision…”
“Mrinal ji!” she grew alarmed and forgot her promise to call him by name only. What was it leading to? “What is it?”
“No. Nothing to worry about. Come. Sit here,” he led her to the sofa lying in the hall, “Antara. There was something important about me that I should have told you before the wedding, or before the wedding was decided. But I skipped it. Partly due to circumstances. But more importantly because I am willing to change it for you.”
Despite his assurance, Antara’s face looked deadly pale. Was the incredibly good future that was smiling at her a mirage after all? Was something horrible going to be revealed?
“Antara. It’s not just the family and family business I have distanced myself from, but also the family money. I live off my own salary. It doesn’t feel uncomfortable to me. But it can’t sustain the lifestyle that they lead back in Kolkata. At my or your house. This isn’t a choice that you have made, however. And this isn’t a choice you are bound by. Papa transfers money to an account of mine every month. If you want to use it…”
Antara had gradually relaxed and was smiling by now. “Mrinal,” she interrupted and remembered her promise in addressing him, “I also know a bit more about you than you think. Auntie had described your meager accommodation in gory details to me multiple times, bemoaning why you were inflicting this hardship on yourself; and why you won’t use family money. I have walked into this marriage with my eyes open. Stop worrying.”
“But it still wasn’t your choice…”
“But this is a choice I am proud of. I can’t promise, Mrinal, that it would all be smooth. Money or no money, I have never run a house. I don’t even know what your salary is. I don’t know what our monthly budget should be for everything. I don’t know what can or cannot be accommodated in that monthly budget. I don’t know if we can afford this honeymoon in Mauritius. But I am more than willing to learn; happy to learn. And… I don’t know if I am worthy enough… But I would like to contribute…”
Antara watched astonished as Mrinal’s eyes moistened. “I can’t believe my luck,” his voice was thick. He embraced her gently at first. But the hormones that he had suppressed with efforts for last two days were fueled by his emotional high and they raged beyond his control. He caressed, then rubbed her hair and back. Still aware of his assurance to her that he would go slow, he tried to pull away, but she put her arms around him. “Don’t stop,” she mumbled through her shallow breathing, “Don’t stop today whatever happens.” Encouraged, he threw the caution out of window, leaned forward and nibbled at her ear lobes. They turned out to be extremely sensitive, and she moaned out aloud.
“Come inside,” he whispered in her ear and then led her to the bedroom. The sheets hadn’t been changed in weeks, but neither of them were in a position to care. He seated her on the edge of the bed and approached her left shoulder with trembling hands. He unpinned her aanchal from her blouse. The pleats spread out covering her arms. “Is there another pin?” he asked. She shook her head. There were no insurmountable barriers now! He sat on the bed and pulled her down. He took care to penetrate her slowly. She herself was prepared and did not let even an accidental sound slip. What came out of her were tears. Not of pain, but of pleasure. And happiness! She wouldn’t have admitted it earlier. But now there could be no harm. She was in love with this man. Through his mother’s complaints, she had been falling in love, bit by bit. She could never have imagined that she would have him for herself one day. And that too so easily!
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To be continued