"Oh you don't want to go there," came the reply from the group of ladies.
A lady sitting next to her replied. "That house belongs to the teacher. She teaches the kids in the neighborhood. But the girl does not seem to be from a good family."
Radha absolutely hated that teacher. She had been living in the society for seven months by now and yet she lied to everyone. She lied to Radha, the Radha!! No one lied to Radha Sharma! Everyone, in the society, in her contacts, everyone Radha knew, trusted her. They would tell her every little detail about her life, and she would listen..., as if she cared.
That is what had gone wrong. Since day one, that teacher had not told Radha anything. When she had inquired about her pregnancy, the teacher had kept mum. When Radha asked about her family, she would say nothing and would always keep to herself.The only people she actually talked to were the kids she taught. The kids Radha had been teaching, until she came along. Radha disliked the teacher with a passion. Well that is what I tell people, since they don't need to know, that I don't just dislike that girl, I hate her.
Radha had been the one to teach the kids before this girl came along and took her job! She had given tuitions to one of the kids and then that was it. Sweet talking the entire society, everyone now sent their kids to her house. In anger, Radha had started calling her "the teacher", a name most would take kindly, but Radha made sure it was equivalent to a curse. Soon the whole society followed suit, since no one wanted to make Radha mad. The problem was that they trusted her, Radha could never be wrong! And so, the entire society followed everything she did and said blindly. That had just encouraged her to say more bad things about the teacher.
And this new female addition to the society would be no different. She will learn soon. I should tell her the teacher's story to make sure she understands. It is essential that she does not hear good about the teacher.
"The teacher, that is what we call her," Radha explained gently to the new female, not wanting to scare her, "She is not one to be around."
"Why? What is wrong with her? Her house looks spectacular from the outside! Look at it! The way it is maintained, especially that garden! It has such beautiful roses!"
"Exactly hun. She grows roses. Do you know what that means? Roses are pretty from far away, but if you look closer, they have thorns. Just like she does. Her two kids, don't know whose kids they are. Not only that, she wears a mangalsutra and sindoor but no one has ever seen her husband! She always says he is away on a business trip. It has been 7 months and he has not been here even once. He was not even there for her delivery! What kind of a husband does that? A non- existent one. We don't even think she is married. You know girls now a days, the things they do." Radha replied to the new lady as each word from her mouth dripped with honey as she spat out venom.
"Honestly, we think she either does not have a husband, or a her husband left her. Did you know? She has twins! So maybe her husband was so poor that he could not afford taking care of two babies at once, hence he left her..., alone. If I was her, I would have rather aborted my kids then leave my husband, but obviously that was not the case for her. She chose her kids, which are more his since he is the father, and still goes around wearing the nishanis of a married woman. She is a widowed woman, and she brought the choice upon herself, so why can she not except it? Since she cannot handle the world, she cannot live in a society where she has two kids with no male figure. No one can live that life. Males are necessary to depend on, and since she refused that support, now she is all alone," Radha told the new lady, her eyes shining in pride as she talked about the role of women in the society.
Radha was quite impressed with herself. She knew that this new lady had fallen for her words. Just a little bit more and she would have one more person on her side against "The teacher."
However, before she could go on, a white SUV rushed past them in high speed straight towards the end of the society. The women looked at each other wondering who this big car belonged to. Must be someone rich, they all thought but didn't say anything since the richest person in the society was supposed to be Radha and her husband but this SUV owner beat them in that category.
This man seemed to be a lot more richer, Radha didn't even come close to matching this owner in wealth. But before they could go on, all of them stood up shocked as the SUV stopped right in front of the one house they never expected it would.
"It must be a mistake," Radha told the females calmly. She was sitting since she did not want to show how this SUV owner had rattled her senses and possibly her position in the society.
The next moment, even Radha, stood up abruptly as she saw who stepped out of the SUV. A very good looking man, with aviators on. He had the perfect body and the perfect features. Everything about him spelled perfection. His clothes were obviously Armani, with an elegant look to them. His shoes matched his high profile look, making him look like a perfect Greek God, and a "businessman," Radha breathed out.
If that caught Radha by surprise, the next thing had her fuming while the ladies around her gasped once again as they heard what the man said. He had a devilish smirk playing on his lips as he stared at the lady in his arms who was shocked out of her mind when she saw who had caught her.