It had been love at first sight, or so it had seemed then. Sheela had met her future husband at a party hosted by one of the junior officers in the unit under her fathers’ command. As per their regimen, a party would be hosted at the drop of a hat, and under any pretext. Sheela herself was never keen, but had no option but to follow the established tradition. On that fateful day, she was introduced to Lieutenant Ravinder, who had recently joined the unit. That was in Ambala Cantonment. Lieutenant Ravinder was tall, fair & strikingly handsome. He was 26 and a bachelor. Sheela was 29, but looked a lot younger than her age. She was a stunner, and was well built and well stacked in all the right places. She stood 5’ 7” tall, fair and was very articulate. They had hit it off in their very first meeting, and soon they were seeing each other on a regular basis. It was a matter of time, and as expected by all those around them, he had proposed to her. He informed her father, that he was an only child and was a native of Bangalore, where his widowed father lived. His father was an industrialist and financially very well settled. He had informed Sheela, that his family was orthodox and after marriage she would have to stay with him, and in the event of a non family posting, she would have to stay at Bangalore. Sheela had agreed whole heartedly. Ravi had later informed her, that his father had been quite against the marriage in view of her age, but he had persuaded his father, who had reluctantly agreed. For the record, Ravi’s father Mr. V. R. Rao was always referred to by all concerned as SIR.
Sir was aged 51, tall and dark with a greying beard. He was broad shouldered and hirsute. He was a stern man and a strict disciplinarian and was more feared than respected by his employees. She had her first glimpse of him when he came to Ambala with Ravi to talk to her parents. He was candid and clear. He had not even glanced at her while finalizing the wedding arrangements with her parents. He had made his presence felt to her parents, while ensuring that the distance between him and her family was understood clearly. Sir, had left the next day for Delhi from where he was to take a flight to Bangalore.
A few months thereafter they were married. Ravi and Sheela were in bliss. It had been a wonderful marriage. Ravi’s annual leave of 45 days having been sanctioned, they prepared to go to Bangalore. They arrived in Bangalore to a great welcome. It was one party after another from his friends and relatives, as well from the business community of her father in law. Sheela did not even have the time to realize that fifteen days had transpired from the time she had arrived in Bangalore. On the sixteenth day the orders arrived. Lieutenant Ravinder received urgent orders that he had been posted to the front and that his leave in emergent circumstances had been cancelled and he was recalled with immediate effect. Lieutenant Ravinder needed to leave the very next morning. A pall of gloom set over the house.
Sir, looked at Ravi and said, “This is what I have always been afraid of!”
Lieutenant Ravinder : “It is all right Dad. I’ll be back soon. And Dad, for God’s sake, don't use that clout of yours to get me back.”
Sir nodded and told his son to be with his wife and calm her. With that he had turned and walked away. That night Ravi had held her in his arms lovingly and they had made passionate love. Ravi had left the next morning, leaving Sheela behind.
A month later, they received the message that Lieutenant Ravinder was missing in action. Sir, took the news in his stride as he strongly believed that his son would return. Sheela was however inconsolable. As time passed Sheela however accepted the inevitable and resigned herself to the fact that she was a widow. Sheela carried out her household duties in right earnest. Sir, sensing the need for her to start socializing asked her to look after a small part of his office administration, hoping to keep her busy. She had her own chauffer driven car and was given the liberty to keep her own timings. Sir, was too busy and there were many days when they did not even see each other.
But, Sheela had her own private dilemma. She was a young full bodied woman, who had her own physical needs. She would finger herself, and at times use a dildo. It was during her return from office, one day, that while filling petrol in the car, she had a good look at her driver. She had never bothered to look at him as such. But, now she saw his shoulders, his rough hands, admired his strong jaw line. She found herself thereafter stealing glances at his butt, his fingers, nose, ears, and the back of his neck. When he would hand over the car keys, she would as if unknowingly, touch him and experience the thrill. There were times when she would ask him to have tea and he would sit on the floor, while she sat on the couch. She would encourage him to stay and make him talk about his wife, her figure etc., She began to flirt with him when she knew there was nobody around. Sheela was determined to seduce the driver and was waiting for a chance. In the meanwhile her only solace continued to be her dildo and her fingers.
Whilst conversing with Rafiq, the driver, she asked him, what clothes his wife wore.
“She wears shalwar kameez memsaab.”
“Does she wear a bra?”
“No memsaab. We cannot afford it. She wears a cotton body wrap memsaab.”
“Here, take these for her. I hope they will fit her.”
“No memsaab. They are not big. She, my wife has little size. Not like memsaabs.”
Sheela giggled, but stopped when she heard her father in laws car drive up the portico. She asked the driver to leave, and who was more than ready to leave. He sped away as fast as he could. Sheela was quite flustered herself and was standing in anticipation when Sir walked in. He nodded at her, and requested her to have a cup of coffee made for him. Sheela rushed to the kitchen, while Sir sat himself on the couch. He saw the brassieres on the floor. He bent and picked them up, and without even looking at them, he put them in his pocket. Sheela came with the coffee and he took it.
“Sir, dinner to be served when?”
“I am going to my room to freshen up. Shall we say eight? It is seven thirty now, better make it an hour. 8.30 suits you?”
“Yes Sir.”
Sir left, and Sheela heaved a sigh of relief. All the staff left as usual by eight and Sheela had the food kept on the food warmer. She waited. It was 9.30 and Sir had not yet come. Mustering courage, she went up to his room. She knocked softly on the door and said “Sirr”
