When and Why Does a Wife Go to a Non-Man?
A Harsh Reality of Society
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As soon as Krut closed his eyes, his phone, hidden under the pillow, began vibrating incessantly. He opened his eyes, shocked to see a familiar number flashing on the screen. “What’s wrong with him at this time?” he muttered as he cut the call and typed a message. The phone’s screen lit up again when a reply arrived. He quickly read the message and immediately got out of bed, moving silently in the dark to avoid waking anyone. He found his slippers and quietly opened the door.
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Ahar’s light was on, illuminating the room through the open door. He looked back to see if his wife had woken up, but the bed was empty. “Where did she go?” he wondered, many questions swirling in his mind. The washroom door was open, but she wasn’t there either. In a daze, he went to the kitchen, where the light was also off. In the next ten minutes, he searched the entire house but found nothing. He avoided calling out loudly, not wanting to wake mother in the next room. His initial surprise quickly turned to worry and anger. His phone started vibrating again; he cut the call angrily and looked around. Lost in thought, his mother’s words echoed in his mind: “Son! I don’t like your wife’s behavior these days; she locks herself in the room for hours, and I don’t know who she is talking to on the phone.”
With many questions in his mind, he started climbing the stairs to the roof. His foot had just reached the top step when he stopped, hearing a whisper.
“I became his wife, but he is not interested in me; we have a forced relationship. The first time I read a girl’s immoral messages on his phone, I cried a lot. I was afraid to tell him because he might get angry and not divorce me. When I fell asleep, he would talk to someone on the phone for hours. I kept eating myself inside. But how long would it last? There is someone who listens to my heart now. Since you came into my life, I feel like I have someone who cares. Whenever I am worried, I remember you. Talking to you lightens the burden of my heart; if he talks about his heart to someone else, then I have you to listen to mine.”
The whispers continued, but Krut’s patience was wearing thin. A storm of emotions surged within him, and he took a step forward, determined to confront this deception. Meanwhile, his phone started vibrating again. All his emotions erupted at once. For a moment, everything seemed to stop. It was as if someone had tied his tongue. His feet refused to move forward. Defeated, he descended the stairs. The whispers still echoed in his ears, piercing his heart. He turned off his phone and lay back on the bed. Even on the comfortable bed, he felt as if thorns were pricking him. How could he punish someone else for the same sin he was guilty of? If anyone deserved punishment, it was himself.
“Sometimes we don’t realize how a small mistake we make can become the precursor of a terrible storm.”
