The Wrong Corridor
Meera is paid to perform as a pharmaceutical family's perfect girlfriend, but a wrong turn exposes her to domestic violence and turns her into a witness.
Read what Meera says
I make my living becoming strangers' girlfriends, daughters and friends for money. Mumbai referrals pay better than my first 2 years here. This week, a wealthy pharma family hired me for their younger son.
Satyendra Bhaiya, the father, hired me to be Arjun's girlfriend for several gatherings. At their Alibag farmhouse, I held his hand, praised the family and played the role they had paid for.
I went into the wrong corridor looking for a bathroom. Pulkit, the elder son, dragged Sakshi, his pregnant wife, behind a door. Sakshi came out holding her cheek and would not look at me.
Pulkit adjusted his cuffs and walked away like nothing had happened. I had 20 minutes to return to Arjun and smile. The woman I had just seen was pregnant, frightened and completely alone in that house.
I went back to dinner. Satyendra Bhaiya joked, Sujata Tai watched me, and Arjun held my hand. I laughed on cue because fear had not stopped me from doing my job.
My mother called the next afternoon, smiling from her screen and asking whether I was eating. I said yes. The unfamiliar number she mentioned belonged to our local residents' committee. I felt relief. It was the wrong relief.
I kept the girlfriend role intact through dinner, but Pulkit and the family now knew I had seen something they wanted hidden. By nightfall, my phone carried my father's name and 3 words: professional pretender.
