My wife was beautiful. This is true. I have not seen her eyeing other men. However, many men ogle at her openly. She was a woman with less demands. At the age of 25, she was an angel. She was slim with a very good figure. In the saree, she looked nothing less than a goddess.
I have seen many men secretly check her out, thinking of doing unimaginable things to her in their minds. I was happy that it was only in their mind that they could think of the dirty things that they would do to her.
My wife was also intelligent. After we got married, I got her a job in software testing at my company. When she joined, she was an instant hit among men. I could see all the men staring at her on her joining day. I beamed with pride, knowing that she was mine and only mine. The rest can look.
I am a good man. I supported my wife whenever she wanted. She was a devout wife. She never cared about anyone else apart from me. She dressed decently to the office. Never flirted with other men. She always had a smile on her face. She could cook beautifully. She was shy by nature. She was a dream wife.
One day, our office asked all employees to come dressed in traditional Diwali wear. My wife wore a saree, and I wore a kurta. We went together to the office in our car. She looked good. But for some reason, we were in a hurry while starting from home today.
I did not notice that she had worn her saree way below her navel. It was too late, as we had already reached the office to tell her to correct it. Before I could tell her, she was out of the car and walking out. Today, it was strange. When she was getting out of the car, her entire midriff, including her belly button, was exposed.
I was jealous. I did not want other men to see my wife’s navel. I parked the car and ran towards my wife. But she was already with her other teammates. I could see that her saree was now in a proper position. I will tell her later. The day went by, and I totally forgot about it.
In the evening, when I saw my wife, I asked her how her day was. She told me that her team had fun. They had photo sessions and went out for lunch. I suddenly remembered about her saree. I did not want to sound paranoid. But I asked her if she had any photos of her team taken today.
She told me that she had taken some and gave her phone to me. She was so innocent. She had nothing to hide. I had configured her phone. I knew her passcode, and I also tracked her location. I told her we could check when we reached home. She kept it back.
Back home, she cooked me dinner and went to wash the vessels and take a bath. I was watching TV when I saw her phone. I quickly took it and went to her pictures. There were some pictures of her with her female friends. I checked to see if she was wearing a saree, but in most of the pictures, her saree looked fine. I was relieved.
I was about to keep it back when I suddenly remembered that I also had to check her WhatsApp. I went and saw that there was a group that all the females of her team were part of. It had 155 unread messages. I saw that it was the pics that were shared. I opened it and let all the 155 pics download.
I started scrolling through it. There were group pics, individual pics, and some small group. I raced past the pics where my wife was not there. Most of her pics were group ones taken from a long distance. Then I saw a pic that stopped by heart. It was a solo pic of my wife. She was laughing, looking at someone.
The pics were taken from an angle. Her entire navel, including her belly button, was visible. My heart sank. My hands shivered as I scrolled through. There were more. She was in between two guys. She had her entire navel exposed in that pic. My hands were trembling as I went to the next pic.
The same pic of my wife with the same two guys. But this time, she was smiling, and one guy had his palm on her hips. My head was spinning. I was going to drop the mobile. I controlled my feelings. I scrolled again to find more pics of my wife. This time, it was a pic with her manager.
He was in a dhoti and had his arm around her, resting just below her breasts. I used all my energy to stay conscious. I was somehow not able to do it. I put the phone down. My heart was hammering hard. I was in a limbo. I trusted my wife. But now I was confused. Was she cheating on me? I was not sure.
My wife came back to see me in a vegetative state. She thought I was feeling sleepy. I told her that I had seen her team pics. She had no emotion on her face. She went ahead to take a bath. I waited for her to be back. I was not sure how to take this up with her. I was in shock.
She came out of the bath to see me still in a shocked state. She did not ask me anything. She searched for her phone and dialled her mom, speaking like nothing was wrong. I watched her to check if she saw her messages. She was not even interested. I decided to ask her again how her day was.
She remembered and quickly came to me with her mobile to show me the pictures. I silently sat as she showed me the pictures on her phone. Then she opened WhatsApp and saw that I had already seen the pictures shared there. She saw that there were 155 photos and gave the phone to me and said that she was too tired.
I let her go to sleep. She slept in seconds. Sleep had left me. I was figuring out what I was feeling at this time. Was it betrayal, anger or excitement? I was not sure. I wanted to be clear on what I felt. Was my wife acting innocent? Or was she too naïve that anyone could take advantage of her?
We were married only for a year and there were no instances where she made me jealous. She did not have a boy best friend or past lovers. She was fully dedicated to making our home-cooked food and came with me wherever I wanted.
Or was I paranoid? I felt a tingling feeling when I realized someone had seen my wife’s exposed navel. I was sure she was innocent. But I had to confirm it. I had to wait for another opportunity to present itself.
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