I was a petite 32 years of age, happily married for the past seven years with Raj, who had a managerial job in a company that required him to look after two offices; one in Mumbai and another in Pune. He had to visit each office once in a week. Raj loved me a lot. We did not have any children. After seven years of marriage, we did not have a great sex life; but I was pretty satisfied with my husband as he did not spare any efforts to make me happy and feel comfortable.
I craved for a child and in spite of consulting several doctors, the result was nil. We had many tests and after all the tests, Raj said that doctors told him that everything was alright and that the doctors could not advise us why we did not have a child. I knew there was something wrong with my uterus, because my hubby Raj was too loving to tell me the truth so I did not feel bad.
This was one of the reasons for my occasional depression and dislike for socializing. I did not like, when someone asked me how come we did not have a child. Living in a small apartment, I got bored when my husband Raj was away. Raj was insistent that I take up a job. I was reluctant because, if I took a job, I would surely be subject of constant male attention.
I did not like lascivious male attention. You might call me conservative. In fact I was not just conservative but perhaps frigid at the time of my marriage. How my hubby made me a conservative woman from frigidity stage is another story. However, it did not mean I was an outright bore. I liked to wear makeup and dresses that highlighted my figure and beauty without making me look exhibitionist. My husband Raj liked me to expose a little when we went out to parties. I however, limited myself to wearing makeup and dresses that might make me look desirable but not available. My hubby had to be content with that.
Even when I wore simple dresses and makeup: I was gawked by males everywhere due to my feminine and sexy figure. I got irritated with excessive male attention. However, unlike other husbands, mine loved it. I certainly had what you could call eye catching figure. I was fairly tall for an Indian female and had the right contours particularly, where it mattered to men.
My breasts were not huge but they were not small and stood out. My husband Raj liked me to wear bras that accentuated them. They were firm to start with and In spite of my efforts, I could not hide my sizable boobs and shapely ass. In any dress, be it a saree or salwar kamiz, my caving-in waist and shapely bums projected out tantalizingly. Raj insisted on my wearing sarees, well below my navel. Initially I resisted him. However, as he was persistent, I relented and thought of allowing him the small concession.
When I told my husband Raj about my reasons, for not taking up a job, he laughed and said, "Come on Neena, we are living in 21st century. You are beautiful and males will stare at you. That is natural. Sometimes, some will touch you or even try to squeeze your breasts or bums while travelling in bus or train. If you don't like it, catch the fellow and smash him. But don't be afraid. Besides, when you take a job, some casual male female interaction, staring, flirting, joking etc. will happen. Rather than taking an offense, you must enjoy it. It is no big deal, as long as we (husband and wife) are true to each other. Always remember: 'Past is gone, Future is not known. Today is your own to enjoy"
He kept telling me of his casual flirting, joking with his office female staff. He told me that even during college days he had many girl friends. I knew his reputation during the college and suspected that he must have smooched if not fucked some of them. I was not keen to know about it; because what mattered to me was that he loved me very much and cared for me.
After a lot of persuasion from my hubby, I decided to take a job in a multinational private chartered accountancy company in Mumbai. My husband Raj warned me that during my travel or in the office, I might attract male attention. I had to learn to accept it. If I could, I should enjoy it. However, he told me not to accept vulgar comments, molestation or forced solicitation. Well I knew I could very well deal with such rogue behavior.
Sameer Sir, was my immediate senior. He was smart, handsome, tall and well built. He had been working for five years in the company. We worked under the same boss. In the very beginning of my stint, I was quite inexperienced and he greatly helped me to ensure that I quickly started doing my job as per company's expectations. He covered up for my mistakes and deficiencies.
I was a bit uneasy at this benevolence towards me. He did not have to do that. After all, I was a commerce graduate and supposed to be proficient in my job. But the fact was that I wasn't and Sameer Sir knew it. I admitted to him as much during my first days of work; when the boss gave me some assignment. As the time passed, through his assistance, I was able to improve my working and impress my boss and seniors about my competence and efficiency.
After a few days of our introduction, Sameer Sir forbade me to call him "Sameer Sir." He insisted that I should call him only as "Sameer". Initially it was difficult; but I started calling him Sameer. That broke the initial formal wall between Sameer and me. at times however, I felt uneasy. This was because, in spite of his charm and benevolence, I noticed Sameer sizing me up several times. I noticed his stealing glances at my boobs and ass I had the ass that I knew, did a lot in men's crotches. My hubby never got tired of telling me that. Why blame poor Sameer? Even aged persons and happily married guys in our office tried to get closer to me under one pretext or another.
Mind you, I was not wary of dealing with male colleagues. I knew how to put them in their place; if and when required. Sameer was a bit different. I did not feel offensive towards him because he was such a simple dear person and helped me out without the slightest ado. I respected him for his help and guidance. Naturally, I felt indebted to him. He seemed a bit different. Over a period of time Sameer and I got along well and chatted of things apart from office matters. I was however, always conscious and ready to react, lest he might make any undue sexual overtures.
Much to my regret, what I feared happened one day. Sameer compared me with one of the actresses and teased me on my sexual features and other males ogling at me. He told me that since I looked sexy, other colleagues could not avoid sizing me up. I controlled my reaction, although I was a bit edgy.
He kept asking me about my married life and about my husband and how come we did not have any child so far. Well, that was my achille's heel. I told him rather sternly to mind his own business. When Sameer tried to laugh off my rebuff saying, "Come on Neena, I was just joking."
I raised my voice and said, "Sameer Sir, I do appreciate your help all this while, but don't be under the impression that I am one of those who will offer herself to you on cheap solicitation. What you men think of me? Do you think, I am a cheap woman?"
Sameer's face turned pale at my stern rebuff. It was a bolt from the blue for him. I had never reacted that way with him earlier. He did not expect that kind of response from me. He looked at me sheepishly. I stood up; pointing a finger at him, I left his room saying, "I hope it is clear."
Sameer did not attend the office for the next three days until the weekend. I also did not bother to check. However, when he returned on Monday, he was not the same Sameer that I knew. I did not expect the kind of impact my rebuff had made on him. I must have spoken in much harsher tone than I had intended; because his lively attitude evaporated. His face looked, as if he did not eat for some days. The first time we faced each other in the office after that episode, He mumbled apologies and moved away from me. For the whole of that week, he did not come near me, nor looked in my direction.
