Complication

by Rohan Parekh

The unconscious man is tied to a chair.

This man, Nishant, has been having an affair with my wife Sonali.

I’m trying to figure out what she sees in him. Nishant is certainly good looking, but that can’t be the only reason. A lot of guys chased Sonali in college, including me, and many of those guys were far better looking than me. But she let me catch her — Maybe because I’m rich.

“Where am I?” Nishant asks groggily.

Looks like he’s finally awake. I stop pacing around and sit in front of him.

“Do you know why you’re here?” I ask.

“Who are you?” He asks.

“The husband of the woman you’re sleeping with.”

“What? No.” He replies, disoriented.

I show Nishant a video on my phone. It’s a video of my wife giving him a blowjob in the upstairs bedroom.

“Oh no.” Nishant says.

“She’s good, isn’t she?” I smile. “This would do very well on Pornhub.”

“Look, I’m sorry about what happened. Where am I?” He asks.

“You’ve fucked my wife in my home so many times, yet you’ve never seen the basement? How long has this been going on?”

“10 months.” He says.

“Sonali’s birthday was 10 months ago.”

“Our first time was on her birthday.”

I nod, “Makes sense. Sonali was angry that I couldn’t be with her on her birthday… Tell me what she saw in you.”

I take a gun out of my jacket.

“Okay, okay. Just relax. We met at Runners Park. We started jogging together and things just clicked. One night she told me that she’s grateful that I’m always there for her. Then she kissed me. That’s how it started.”

“So I was never there for her? Is that it?” I ask.

“I don’t know.”

“Maybe I took her for granted.”

“Where is she?” He asks.

“Both of you have put me in an awkward position.”

“What do you mean?” He asks.

“I understand why Sonali did what she did. But I can’t stay married to her.”

“Really?”

“But if I divorce her I lose half my net worth, maybe even my house. I should’ve made her sign a damn pre-nup.”

“She doesn’t need your money.” He replies.

“She just needs your cock right?”

He doesn’t respond.

“She may not have married me for money, but she’ll certainly loot me in the divorce.” I say.

“You know she was right, you are an asshole.” Nishant says.

“Yeah but at least I didn’t cheat on her.” I reply.

I point the gun at Nishant’s face and fire.

His brains are all over the floor.

I’m annoyed at the blood on my clothes. I should’ve stood farther away from him when firing. But then I wouldn’t have been able to see the fear on his face. Life is all about balance, no?

I go to my bedroom upstairs, take a shower and put on some fresh clothes. Then I get into my car and drive away.

My PI will take care of the rest.

A few months later I’m reading the paper in my living room. I’m reading about a murder that took place in my very own house.

The article states that Sonali is headed to the electric chair for the murder of Nishant.

Sonali was willing to divorce her husband to be with Nishant but he wanted to end the affair. The refusal angered Sonali so much that she shot Nishant. Damn shame.

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