mujhe pyaar hai UNSE

by ixedoc

The magic isn't there any more.

Magic isn't there? Is that all you have to say?

No, really much more than that. You've become cold, and I know this may devastate and hurt you, I've met this woman in my office who ..

Guessed as much, the way you've been playing truant of late ' always finding alibis and excuses for staying over late at work. It had to give, didn't it? The ;lies, the flings, the secretive trysts. Well, maybe I've made the big mistake trusting you with my life. Its time to be adult and sensible about this mess. Lets sort it out like civilized people. Tomorrow, first thing we'll sort this out at the lawyer's. Divorce by mutual consent, that the clause we will file under ' I've already talked it over ' and if we sign jointly on the dotted line, in just one year from the morrow, you are free and so will I be. No exchanges, no washing linen, no money.

Right, that about sums up this year long farce we've been enacting. And I must add here, now that you're so organized and methodical about the split ' I hate the perfume you wear. It drives me nuts, crazy. You practically bathe yourself in that stuff. The clothes, the bed, the bathroom and the whole goddamn house reeks of that sick perfume.

She looked out through the window, a tear springing in her eye. So that was his parting shat. Not a word of kindness, of remorse ' the unfaithful cad. How much was promised, how little delivered. She waited for him to leave and held her wrists to her nose: she inhaled the fragrance of her favorite scent. It was divine. How can anyone fit for pigsties ever appreciate class? She bit her lip. Someone will have to pay for this, she swore.

In fourteen months he married gain. The ravishing raven-haired doll in his office. Honky dory. All tickety boo it was, the honeymoon. Every head turned at every beach in Goa. She had oomph, in oodles. And thank heavens, she wafted in a cloud of a delicate alluring fragrance that lingered and drove him crazy.

He walked in home, and felt his feet stumble. His head reeled. Honey, what is that funny smell around here?

What smell?
That one, he says, drawing a deep breath - Like some jaded out of date perfume, a smell that concentrated attar brings?

She laughs, you are parosmic or paranoid or both

No, it is so real he says, crushing her in his arms, never mind. But he was intrigued, he couldn't get that smell out of his system. The sickening fragrance that his former wife wore, day in day out for the twelve months she was his.

The same smell he sniffs, the very next week. Call me paranoid darling, he says, but I am sure that's the same fragrance again.

You must consult with an ENT. You need a nose job, he! He!! she laughs, throwing her head back. Boy, she was beautiful.

That night he slept fitfully. It was getting to him, the infernal smell was on the pillow, the sheets, the sofa the toilet. Then it follows him, every day. Like some evil spirit the scent haunts: like his ex had cast a hex on her former husband and his home.

He leaves for a outstation assignment. He will miss this female. But, he will be relieved of breathing in hell. His home was now awash with smell. The smell he loathed. His work finishes in less than his planned four-day trip. He rushes home ' and sneaks back into his apartment. She loves surprises. He'd haul her off her sofa and carry her to the bedroom ' he clicks the door silently and tiptoes in. He doesn't find her in her usual seat, he nudges the bedroom door ' and stands, his mouth agape.

On the bed, tumbling in the silken sheets he sees his wife, wrapped in the throes of passionate embrace ' with his former wife. The couple looks up. The divorced woman looks at him and sniggers, a sneer on her face.

He now knew the source of the omnipresent fragrance.

I loved you, you loved her and now she loves me. She is beautiful Jay, too beautiful to be left for exclusive enjoyment of any one man. Funny world isn't it Jay, says his ex, leaning over to stroke her partners tresses.

His raven haired wife, props herself on the pillow ' Jay, I'm moving out ' moving over to be with my love, forever and ever. We'll just settle this in a civilized adult way. You know there is this 'divorce by mutual

He reels and holds his head, the sickening fragrance filling his lungs ' making him want to choke. As Shakespeare said it, hell hath no fury like a woman scorned. He felt bobbitized. Castrated. Leaving him for another man, he’d hate that - but for another woman? He clutched his hair and sank into the plush cushion of the sofa, and sobbed.