Strange Incidents -2
In a cold winter night William was enjoying a pleasant sleep in
the bed. But his wife Nancy who was sleeping besides him,
was turning sides frequently. Her movements disturbed his
sleep. He turned to Nancy and asked her, “What is wrong?”
“I am restless.”
“Why?”
Nancy was perturbed. “I don’t know,” she replied.
“Is it because I lost the race?”
“It is not concerned with that.”
“Then what is it?”
“I don’t know.”
“Better forget it and let’s sleep.”
“Okay.”
William gently cuddled her. The soft touch excited him. He
pulled her hair and kissed her. Nancy moaned and said pushing
him away, “Stop it.” Her rude response hurt him.
He asked her, “What’s wrong with you Nancy?”
“I am disturbed, and right now I don’t want to have *.”
For the last three nights she had been behaving oddly. Whenever
he tried to make love with her she refused. Usually she was the
one who used to initiate and at times when he didn’t respond
warmly she teased him calling a cold man.
But lately he could notice her behavior was different.
“Cold woman,” he reverted in her style. Nancy didn’t react
and just turned her back to him. William was all the more
surprised by her silence. After some time she was half asleep.
Suddenly she quivered and whispered, “Hey! Stop it.”
“What happened,” he asked in surprise.
She turned her face to him and said in a sleepy tone, “Don’t
pull my gown. I have told you that I am not in the mood.”
“But I did nothing,” he said.
“Don’t lie, I know you well, don’t fondle me, it is irritating,”
she said with a flustered look and turned her face.
He was confused and thought it better not to argue and let her
sleep. However Nancy’s weird behavior worried him. Suddenly
she sat down and stared at him.
He was astonished, “What is wrong?”
“As if you don’t know,” she said angrily.
“Really I don’t know,” he tried to convince her but Nancy got
irritated. She just took off her gown and threw it away.
William asked her, “What is this now?”
“You don’t understand any feelings, right? Okay, satisfy your
lust . . . come-on, rape me,” she said in a highly agitated way.
“Put on the gown, you will catch cold,” he said.
“Hardly matters. You want to play with my body? Then go
ahead,” she said lashing back again.
“Trust me, I didn’t touch you,” he tried to convince her.
She asked in anger, “Am I lying?”
“It must be a dream,” he said.
“No.”
“Why are you so upset? Is it because of the money problems
we have?” William said but she didn’t reply.
“If it is because of the huge money I am spending on my horses
to fulfill my dreams of winning those races, I will stop it anytime.
Nothing is more important than you,” he said.
“I have told you before, it has nothing to do with your horses
and race,” Nancy replied promptly.
“Please relax honey, and share your problems with me. I want
to know the trauma you are going through?”
Nancy was silent. She moved slowly, slipped in to the bed and
resting her head on his chest started crying bitterly. William
caressed her gently and said, “If you don’t tell me your problems
how can I help you?”
“I am feeling . . .” she sobbed.
William encouraged her, “Yes tell me.”
“Someone . . .”
“Yes, go on . . . someone . . .”
“Someone is pulling my gown . . . fondling and sucking my
breasts,” she cried.
“Oh darling, it may be an illusion, forget it.”
“It is not, it is real,” she said confidently.
William had never seen his wife in such a state. He pulled her
in his arms and said, “Come close to me and throw your fears
away. It is such a cold night and you are sweating.”
“Trust me it is true,” she said.
“I think you are not well, we will consult a good psychiatric.”
“Hold on, what are you trying to say? Am I abnormal?” She
asked with fury in her beautiful eyes.
“No, but Nancy you are behaving very strangely. You seem to
be under a deep stress and you are not even ready to share it with
me,” William said to her.
Nancy heaved a deep sigh and didn’t reply. She turned her
back to William and fell asleep.
In the morning William woke up late and looked around for
Nancy. He called her, “Nancy . . .”
His eight-year-old son Robin entered the room.
“Where is your mom?” He asked.