In the bustling city of Indore lived Ramesh Thakkar, a man in his late thirties with a mischievous smile and a heart that was… well, generously distributed.
On one hand, he loved his wife Sunita dearly. On the other, he couldn’t help but feel a magnetic pull toward “appreciating” other women.
If you asked him, he would argue,
“Arre yaar, I’m just admiring beauty. That’s not a crime. Besides, I always come home to Sunita.”
Sunita, however, wasn’t born yesterday. She had the instincts of a police inspector and the patience of a tiger waiting to pounce. Ever since she noticed Ramesh’s habit of “lingering” a few extra seconds in conversations with pretty neighbours, she had developed a 24/7 internal radar.
First Escape – The Saree Shop Incident
One Sunday afternoon, Sunita insisted they go to Sundaram Saree Emporium.
While she was busy selecting sarees, Ramesh spotted Priya, a family friend’s cousin, browsing alone in the next aisle.
He slipped away and greeted her warmly. “Arre Priya ji! Long time, no see! You’re looking…”
Before he could finish, Sunita’s voice cut through the air.
“Ramesh! Who’s that?”
Quick-thinking Ramesh replied, “This is… uh… the shop assistant. I was just asking about a saree for you.”
Priya, playing along but smirking, said, “Yes ma’am, I’ll get him the most loyal-husband-approved saree.”
Sunita gave Ramesh a suspicious side-eye. Later, at home, she said, “Next time you go missing in a shop, I’ll assume you’ve started a saree business.”
Second Escape – The Tea Stall Drama
Ramesh had a habit of taking his “evening tea” at Sharma’s Tea Stall. That evening, while Sunita was visiting her mother, he invited Neha, a young boutique owner he had recently “befriended,” for chai.
The conversation was light and flirty until Ramesh froze — across the road stood Sunita, holding a shopping bag, staring like a statue from a horror movie.
Thinking fast, Ramesh shouted to the tea stall owner, “Bhaiya! Make one more tea for my wife’s friend here!”
Sunita crossed the road and sat next to Neha.
“So, you’re my friend now?” she said, smiling dangerously.
Neha, slightly embarrassed, replied, “Yes… your husband was just telling me about your… err… cooking skills.”
Sunita smiled sweetly. “Good. I hope he also told you about my knife skills.”
The tea stall went dead silent. Ramesh swallowed his tea in one gulp and said, “Bas yaar, let’s go home.”
Third Escape – The WhatsApp Blunder
One evening, Ramesh was chatting on WhatsApp with Anita, an old college crush. He typed:
“You still look as beautiful as you did in college 😍”
And sent it.
Unfortunately, he had accidentally sent it to Sunita.
The typing dots appeared immediately:
“Thank you, husband ji. Now come to the kitchen, I have something hot for you.”
Ramesh, terrified, walked in expecting a rolling pin. Instead, Sunita was holding a steaming bowl of mirchi pakoras.
“Eat,” she said. “Since you like ‘hot’ so much.”
He took a bite and instantly felt his tongue burning. Sunita watched with satisfaction as he gulped down three glasses of water.
Fourth Escape – The Kitty Party Surprise
One afternoon, Ramesh decided to take Shalini, a neighbour’s cousin visiting from Delhi, for coffee. He thought Sunita would be busy at her kitty party.
Midway through his exaggerated stories about his “business success,” he saw Sunita walk into the same café… with her entire kitty party group.
His mind raced. He quickly stood up and announced loudly, “Ah! Sunita! I was just helping Shalini ji here — she’s new in the city and was lost!”
Sunita, with a sweet but dangerous smile, replied, “Yes, I’m sure she was lost… and you were helping her find the right sugar level in her cappuccino, hmm?”
The kitty party group burst into giggles. Ramesh wanted to disappear into the sofa.
Fifth Escape – The Temple Blessing
Sunita once asked Ramesh to join her for a morning temple visit. On the way, he “bumped into” Rekha, a woman from his gym, and decided to chat while Sunita was buying flowers.
Unfortunately, Sunita returned earlier than expected. Ramesh, panicking, grabbed Rekha’s hand and said loudly, “Sister! How are you?”
Rekha froze for a moment, then awkwardly said, “Uh… brother, I’m fine.”
Sunita watched the interaction with narrowed eyes but said nothing. Later that night, she remarked, “Your family seems to have more sisters than the Mahabharata.”
The Turning Point
One evening, Ramesh came home to find Sunita dressed beautifully, candlelight glowing in the living room, and a romantic dinner set on the table.
He smiled. “What’s the occasion?”
She leaned forward. “I just realised something. No matter where you wander, you always come back to me. But Ramesh…”
Her tone shifted. “…if I ever catch you truly crossing the line, I won’t need to shout or fight. You’ll simply find the door locked… from the inside.”
Ramesh felt a shiver. For the first time, he realised that his little “adventures” might actually cost him the only woman who truly cared for him.
Still, old habits die hard. A week later, he was at Sharma’s Tea Stall again, chatting with the new schoolteacher in the area — but this time, he kept one eye firmly on the road… just in case Sunita appeared.
Moral of the Story
You can juggle lies, excuses, and quick escapes — but the person who truly loves you always knows the truth.
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