“I know Aryan …I‘ve not been able to justify my relationship with Pooja. She is a simple innocent normal girl, whose life I’ve made a mess of. I know……that now she…is attracted to you…..I can see it in her eyes……I can feel it……..and I also know…that you too like her……..but I am not angry or cross….with either of you, because I can understand the human need to be loved…and cared for…………..”
There was an uncomfortable silence between the two of us……which seemed to last an eternity.
I wanted to say something…but just couldn’t …..my emotions were in a turmoil…..could I take that one chance…I had been waiting for…..could I just go for it now……
I realized that if I didn’t speak today, I will never be able to do so again…so gathering all my courage….. I spoke
“Yes….Yash, …….you are right. I …….I’ve ……fallen in love with…Pooja” I confessed and that one sentence, just took all the guilt away. I felt so light…..as if I had confessed to my sins in front of god. Now whatever happens….I was not afraid. “I know its not right to suggest this ….but I think that time has come to rethink about your future…..and Pooja’s life.” I said it as gently and as feelingly I could say.
He nodded as if preparing himself for the inevitable……the words he wanted to say were there on his lips but were taking an eternity coming out of his mouth. But at last gathering every ounce of courage he said
“I guess, I will have to tell Pooja everything………I don’t know how I will face her but I can not live with this guilt any longer………
I guess she will divorce me after this but…..I am ready for any eventuality…..now. I can’t mess up with her life any more.”
“Would you like me to help…?” I asked gently.
“No Aryan, I’m grateful that you have confronted me with this today. I was living in constant guilt. I was not living normally with Pooja nor was I enjoying my life the way I wanted to.
It was as if I was always cheating myself. Now I feel light that at last I’ve come to terms with my sexuality and only thing is to make Pooja understand…I’m dreading the confrontation, but I guess that I will face it sooner rather than later…Thanks buddy. I owe you one for this. ”
“Yash!…there’s one thing I want you to promise…..” I said
“That you will not accuse Pooja of anything…….anything at all…..it was none of her fault that she was attracted to me. I hope you understand”
“I understand Aryan” he said smiling weakly…. “I’m glad that someone loves her more than I do…….otherwise she would have been shattered.
Don’t worry; I know she is not to be blamed.”
“Thanks” I said to him with a smile….extending my hand. He took it and shook my hand, smiled .We both hugged each other and he left my flat.
Though Pooja was shocked at first, and a bit disturbed, but with my help and Yash’s candid confession, she came to terms with the fact that Yash was indeed a normal guy but with different sexual preferences.
We explained it to her as gently as we could so that she was not hurt. The fact that she was now in love with me…helped her overcome the shock somewhat easily as compared to what it would have been, if that was not the case.
Her parents too were shocked with the development and took her with them to their home in Gujrat.
The legal process took more than three months. There was a ground for mutual divorce and ultimately it was granted.
Immediately after the divorce, I went to her place and with all sincerity I asked for her hand from her parents.
They were reluctant at first and were naturally apprehensive about Pooja’s future and that too when the boy was a friend of her ex husband.
But somehow I managed to convince them that……I would take care of their daughter throughout my life. When Pooja was asked about it she had no reservations (of course) and so we were married quietly in the registrar’s office in a simple ceremony.
I had requested my company for a change in apartment….and..as I had got promoted in the mean time so, they readily agreed to my request.
The apartment they provided to me was a solitary house. This was more comfortable, more spacious and more luxurious than the previous one.