Prabhanjan meets Rushi at Bistro, Infinity mall. This place is crowded and they chose this place to hangout despite of the greater risk of being seen together. No wonder his addiction grew stronger and he didn't cross check the pros and cons of his new found love in this woman who seems to have the tacts to lure men and get things done. When the man she lured was none other than Prabhanjan who had his reputation and reaches to highest ranking officers and ministers, a man of principles who worked hard all his life just to overcome the fate of poverty he lived his childhood in, she couldn't just let him go. She stung him, broke him, moulded him and tamed him according to her taste. He spoke words which she wanted to hear, he did things she wanted him to do, he got corrupted in his mind poisoned by the lust of a woman he thought he loved besides his wife.
A man's conscience better knows the truth and develops a feeling that is called intuition which tells him that his actions are not going to earn applause but fetch critical shame to him at times. But psychology is still an area of extensive hard core research. It finds pleasant stimulation both in fame and abuse. Where in one part of the world we can see famous men with the urge to score in the favour and construct something better for the world and make it a good place to live in, there exist another part within or without the earlier fraction of the population which seeks pleasure in abuse, pain something which we can also call "masochism."
Prabhanjan was both of them. He got adulterated in his mind with unlikely attention and kinky abuses on his male ego which Rushi implied on him tactically without letting him go away. She had been playing games on him effortlessly ever since they both accidently got together. Never did he think, he would entrap himself in such a false game which they both know is a game. He loved his wife, his only love of life. The difference between his wife and this woman he had been dating secretly is that she can do anything for him but this woman can do anything with him.
They, Rushi and Prabhanjan, spent an hour together in that cafe sitting stealthily hand in hand together recalling the past days of Malagar, the fun they had all together. Their bond was based on the way they both understood each other as friends while they both knew that they cannot be happy as couples but they can share fair time together as friends telling each other at times how much they admire each other and had their weaknesses too. These few things were not easy for Prabhanjan to handle nor can he spit it out to any one because the only friend he used to have before he met Rushi was his wife. Now he cannot have anyone to share his feelings with, no one to discuss his problems with, no one.
Now he is just sitting in his rocking chair andandnbsp;smoking his cuban cigar and thinking what is he doing with his life? He had spent a small fraction of his lifetime and he cannot erase it. Not that he cheated his wife for this woman but his expression of love for Rushi, that he was auditioning another woman for his wife's role. He spent hours clenching in guilt reluctantly loving two different women. For once he thought that he is tredding the same path of his father.
Without much ado, his memories started surfacing and he went on a backflash.
