Chapter 10: Gender Betrayal

“It’s all your fault”, I say flatly. I know she needs some bitter truth. She looks at me in horror. “How can you say that? I let him do...” she starts to talk but I interrupt “how many times do you have sex in a week?”

She is taken aback by my directness but answers “thrice”

“Thrice a week? “ I ask surprised. She nods. “And you were saying you did everything he wants!” I say accusingly.

“Then how many times...” she starts to ask. “As many times as he wants. I am sure if you let him he will have sex three-four times a day” I reply.

Her eyes widen. “But...”, she starts.

“No buts. If he wants it, you are going to let him” I declare. She looks at me for some time and then nods. “Next, Did you tell him you can’t have sex on religious festivals?” “Well I can’t! Mom...” she starts.

“What? You are listening to your mom? You think she can tell you what men of his age want? And by the way isn’t it written “Husband is God” in religion?” I say.

She looks mortified.

“Look either you can continue doing these stupid things or please your husband”, I say.

She nods.

“So you are going to have sex whenever he wants right? “ I ask.

She nods.

“In festivals, while cooking, while watching a movie, while in the shower, while traveling” I start to list scenarios.

“Traveling?” She asks with surprise.

“Yes! If he asks, you will do it!” I declare.

“You don’t know everything. Once he asked me to suck his penis in a theater” she says.

“Did you do it? “ I ask.

“No ... obviously not”, she tells me horrified by the idea.

“Next time you do it. Better yet, don’t wait for him to initiate, grab his penis and start sucking” I tell her.

She is in absolute terror. I keep looking at her. We sit silently for a long time. Awkward silence grows with every passing second.

She finally resigns and nods her head.

“He says you don’t watch porn...” I ask.

“I don’t like it”, she says.

“From now on, no matter how perverted, how nasty the porn is, you will watch it and if he wants you to replicate something you will do it” she looks at me just for a second.

“What if I don’t like it?” She asks.

“Doesn’t matter. If he wants you to do something, you do it” I reply.

“But...” she starts.

“No buts. You know how handsome he is right? And has a good salary and a good body. Girls would be lining to get him.” I say. She looks horrified.

“And you can try the next man and the next. But everyone will keep leaving you if you act like a stuck-up bitch” I finish.