I was relaxing in my bed room after lunch. I was dreaming about appointing new housemaid and having fun with her in bed since my wife had become religious with age. Post retirement I had nothing much to do with my increased spare time. My day dream was disturbed with a phone call on my cell. My son was calling me from his office.
'Yes?'
'Dad, sorry to disturb your siesta, will you please do me a favor?'
'What is it?'
'Manisha wasn't well in the morning when I left for office. I am calling her repeatedly but she isn't answering. Will you please check on her? Can you ask mom to take her to a doctor if needed?
'Okay.' I disconnected.
Manisha is my son Abhishek's wife, my daughter-in-law. She is a well-behaved cultured woman. She is aged 30 years, young, beautiful and sexy. Men on the street would burst with each other whenever she steps out of home. Drivers would forget to move on even if the traffic light would turn green. She has such a perfect and balanced sexy figure that no one would believe that she is a mother of a nine year old son. My friends in neighborhood had nicknamed her "Atom bomb."
I wondered what to do. My son was at office and grandson was at school. My wife had gone to temple after lunch and she wasn't expected for 2-3 more hours. In our Indian tradition father-in-law and daughter-in-law has to maintain safe distance. She is in our family since last ten years but I haven't spoken to her ten full sentences in all these years. I was rarely at home in day time when I was working.
I took a deep breath and knocked on her door. 'Manisha!'
There was no reply. After waiting for some seconds more I knocked again and said little loudly, 'Manisha, are you okay?'
She replied in a faint voice, 'Who is it?'
'It's me,Daddy! Can I have a word with you, Manisha?'
'Just a miniute, Daddyji!'
There followed a long silence. What was she doing? Changing? Or putting on some dress? Was she sleeping naked? Some of my friends from adjoining building have a habit of peeping in other's bedrooms with binocular. One of them had told me that Manisha wears shorts and small tops in her room. Another one had told me that in the morning she practices yoga in balcony of her bed room wearing just sports bra and panty.
I hope she was lying naked in bed and all these while she wasn't putting on some dress but just doing her hair and make-up.
'Daddyji, come in please!' she said and I turned the knob of the door with a hope to see her half naked if not in total nude.
I saw her sleeping in bed fully covered under bed sheet. She tried to rise from bed as I entered. I was disappointed as I saw her in full-sleeve cotton night gown and exposing nothing.
'Don't mind and be lying in bed. Manisha, how are you now? Abhishek called me and said you are not well. He asked me to check on you as he was unable to contact you.'
'I am not well really...there is a little pain in my body.I will be alright, Thank you Daddyji.'
I said, 'shall I call a doctor?'
'Hell no!' she said, 'it's just little pain...it will go away. I shall be alright. Daddyji, thanks for visiting.'