The Night at the Sofitel
My name is Sid. I’m in my early thirties, married to my wife, Priya, and we have two boys together. I work in finance, and one of my colleagues, Jay, is a Punjabi Indian man in his late thirties. He is also married, with three children of his own. Jay is quite fit, takes care of his appearance, and has long, straight hair.
It all started a few weeks before the incident at the Sofitel.
I had posted a photo on Instagram of Priya and me celebrating our anniversary. She was wearing a short white dress, and I thought she looked beautiful. Jay liked the photo and commented, “Wow, you’re a lucky man.”
At the time, I didn’t think much of it. He was a colleague, and I took it as a friendly compliment.
A few weeks later, though, I noticed that Jay and Priya had started following each other on Instagram. I became curious, and one day, while collecting an Uber Eats order, I happened to look at Priya’s phone, which was unlocked. I noticed that Jay had been sending her direct messages.
Some of his messages were quite flirtatious. He called her an “Indian goddess” and sent heart emojis. Priya occasionally replied with a thank you, but she didn’t really engage with his follow-up questions. I also noticed that Jay seemed particularly interested in her solo photos, especially ones where she was dressed up. He rarely liked the photos of her with me or the children.
I then noticed that Priya had liked two of Jay’s recent photos showing off his physique. He had messaged her to thank her for the likes, and she had responded with a heart reaction.
I couldn’t help wondering what was going on between them, although I didn’t have any definite answers.
Then came the night at the Sofitel.
Priya and I had organised a date night. We had arranged for a babysitter to look after the boys, and we went to the hotel bar and lounge for drinks. Priya posted an Instagram story, tagging me and showing our drinks and the hotel location.
We were both enjoying ourselves and had a few drinks. By this stage, we were feeling quite tipsy.
Then, unexpectedly, Jay walked into the lounge.
He was wearing his work clothes, including a suit jacket and a checkered shirt. He appeared surprised to see me there. He explained that he had been at a client meeting nearby. I found that a little unusual because, as far as I knew, Jay worked in finance rather than a client-facing sales role.
He came over and joined us.
What stood out to me almost immediately was how openly he complimented Priya. He commented on how beautiful she looked and seemed very comfortable flirting with her, even with me sitting right there.
I could see the way he looked at her, and I remembered the Instagram messages and interactions I had previously noticed.
At that point, something changed in my thinking. Rather than immediately confronting him or becoming protective and possessive, I became curious about what would happen if I wasn’t there.
I decided to step away and observe.
I had brought a second phone with me, my work phone. I used its live audio transcription and listening function, connected through my AirPods. This meant I could follow the conversation as it was happening in real time, rather than simply recording something to listen to later. I could hear and follow what was being said through my headphones while I was physically away from the table.
I left the phone face down and moved approximately ten to fifteen metres away, positioning myself behind a pillar where I could still see them.
I then pretended that my mother was calling because my father wasn’t feeling well and that I needed to step away to check on things.
Initially, Priya seemed concerned about me leaving. Jay, however, quickly redirected her attention towards him. He continued chatting and flirting with her.
At one point, he placed his hand around her waist. Priya initially moved his hand away, but later, after glancing around, she appeared to allow him to keep it there.
They continued drinking and laughing together. I could see Priya occasionally brushing his arm while they talked.
While I was standing away from them, I sent Priya a message explaining that my mother had called and that I needed to check on my father. I asked whether she would be okay if I left for around half an hour.
She replied by asking whether she should come home too.
I told her there was no need and that I would be back shortly.
She showed Jay the message, and they continued talking.
From where I was standing, I could see Jay leaning towards her and whispering something. Priya initially appeared to playfully push him away, but he persisted. He moved closer, kissed her and nibbled at her ear.
I was able to follow their conversation and see their interactions as they continued. Jay kept his hand around her waist, and their behaviour became increasingly intimate.
Eventually, Jay took Priya by the hand and led her out of the lounge.
I decided to follow them discreetly.
I saw Jay’s silver Mercedes parked near a side entrance. Priya got into the back seat, and Jay followed her before closing the door.
The area was relatively dark, although there was some light from the streetlights. From where I was standing, I could see some of what was happening inside the car.
What I witnessed was clearly more than innocent flirting. They became physically intimate and engaged in sexual activity. Jay had removed his jacket and trousers, and Priya’s dress had been pulled up. The car moved slightly during the encounter, and I could hear some of their reactions.
The encounter lasted approximately fifteen minutes.
Eventually, they appeared to finish, got themselves sorted out and returned to the lounge.
I made sure I wasn’t immediately visible and then pretended to return in a hurry, as though I had just come back from dealing with the family situation.
When I rejoined them, both looked somewhat flustered. Jay seemed pleased with himself, while Priya appeared uncomfortable and perhaps guilty.
We didn’t discuss what had happened. We carried on with the evening, although the atmosphere felt different to me.
Eventually, the night came to an end, and Priya and I went home.
I was left thinking about everything I had seen and heard, particularly how quickly the situation had developed once I had stepped away.
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