His wife was mentally unstable. Not crazy, just amply disturbed. Too disturbed to drive him against wall yet not enough to be sent to asylum.
He had two sons. One of them gay the other social outcast. Has been caught too many times stealing. So, though he was old and retired, none of his son had a say against his will. They knew he will ruin them if they disobey him.
He forced his older son, the gay to marry. He did not have guts enough to speak against his father. He married a normal, healthy girl. An orphan from a remote village, who was being brought up on leftovers of her uncle.
The girl was shocked to notice that her husband refused to touch her. She tried to woo him to her but he stayed as cold as ice and left for Mumbai after a fortnight of their marriage.
“Stay here and take care of my family. I will be back in durgapuja.” These were his last words before leaving her, writhing in agony.
Her father in law soon had his way with her. It did not took him long to overpower that timid girl. Corruption seeped in. To the outside world they were father in law and daughter in law, inside the home they were lovers. His mentally unstable wife guessed it but was intimidated by them.
“Open your mouth, and you will be sent to some asylum. I know a lot of medicines, a single drop of them will drive you insane.”
“As for accusing me, no one will believe you, because every one knows you are as crazy as one can be.” He laughed shamelessly.
Her husband received a telegram telling him that he was about to become a father. He returned home after the baby was born.
They were alone in the night; the baby was sleeping in the bed, “Whose child is this? Dad’s or sujoy’s?” he asked in an amused tone.
“I guess I know. He must have had his plans from the beginning. “He said. “I am leaving tomorrow morning, don’t expect me to be back. Don’t have the second issue. In that case you will be in mess.”
He turned his back on her and went to sleep.
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