I'm Lesbian, My Husband's Gay

CHAPTER 17 : THE MEET

"Be ready, they are nearby."

I was informed by my mother as I sat on my bed in my room. I was looking at my reflection in the mirror but all I could see was the broken image of Rup crying and my inside tearing apart.

Everything that was happening was happening without my consent yet I had to act like I was happy, like I had no problem.

I had previously stated that I could take a bullet for Rup. I guess it's time for that to come true. He can do and did so much for me, I can atleast try to pay it back even a little. For the sake of his life, I can do this.

The ride back home was silent unexpectedly. Father didn't utter a single word nor did he try to hurt me physically. He seriously considers this a deal and doesn't have any other interests. I'm glad.

But what makes me wonder is how the heck he even got to know where I was. I didn't tell anyone about my location, not even that girl. Then again, where the heck he got that gun?? He never used to own any! And its illegal to own one anyways, it's India not America. Although after returning I didn't see it anymore.

I really don't know anything anymore nor do I care. I'll do whatever he says for now. Truth is never left hidden.

"কিরে হলো?" Mother called out from outside.
(Are u done?)

"না দাড়াও। হচ্ছি।" I answered her back.
(No wait I'm getting ready.)

I lazily stood up fron my bed, took a tower and went to the washroom. I emptied my tank, then washed my face with water to get freshened up. As I rubbed the water from my face with the towel, I looked at myself in the mirror. Dark patches have settled under my eyes. My face has become dull. I thought about cleansing my face with facewash but then decided against it.

Normally, even for normal meet and greets or get-togethers, I put on subtle makeup to be presentable. But today I had no goddamn intention of looking presentable. Not atleast for that girl or her family.

I casually put on a prussian blue t-shirt with tiny white polka dots on it and a black jeans for the bottom. I combed my hair naturally and didn't apply any oil or gel. I still looked beautiful but I didn't care.

As I was getting ready, an idea popped up in my mind. I should tell her today in person that I'm gay. She should obviously break the marriage and thus I'll be saved for atleast a brief time before father brings another chick.

I don't know if my father has telepathy or something but as soon as that idea struck me, he came through the door and spoke,

"একটা জিনিস মন দিয়ে শুনে রাখ, কোনো চালাকি করার চেষ্টা করবি না। ওকে তুই জনবি না কোনোভাবেই তোর বিষয়। ওর তোকে পছন্দ হলে হলো নাহলে না হলো, তুই কোনো কথা মুখ থেকে একদম বার করার চেষ্টাও করবি না। বিয়ের পরে চুলোদ্দুয়ারে যা, কিন্তু বিয়ে তে যেনো কোনো বাঁধা না আসে। নাহলে আমার লোক কিন্তু তোর দুটো বন্ধুর পিছনেই লাগানো আছে। তুই খুব ভালো করে জানিস কাদের কথা বলছি। ওরা এসে গেছে প্রায়, নিচে নাম।"
(Listen one thing very carefully, don't try to be oversmart. Do not tell her anything about you. If she likes you it's ok, otherwise you will not even try to utter a single word. After marriage do whatever you want, but the marriage should not be obstructed. Otherwise my men have kept an eye on your two friends. You know very well who I mean. They have already arrived, come downstairs quick.)