Hi, my name is Kavya. I am writing my personal experience for the first time. Please ignore any typing mistakes.
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This incident happened five years ago. I had a boyfriend, and we were physically involved during my college days. But my parents refused our marriage due to his caste and married me to a guy I had never seen before because of my fate.
After my marriage, my boyfriend asked me to come with him, but I was confused. My parents had told my future husband everything about my love story, and he agreed to marry me. After a lot of explanation, I got married as per my parents’ wish. This made me frustrated. I decided to humiliate him, torture him, and punish him. I wanted to make him feel like he was in hell. My boyfriend suggested ideas in great detail on how to do that.
One such idea was to torture him emotionally by explaining my physical relationship with my boyfriend in detail on the first night.
On my first night, I took a glass of milk and went to the bedroom. My cousins literally pushed me inside with their naughty smiles. I felt miserable because this occasion should have happened with my boyfriend as my husband, not with someone else. I was also thinking about my boyfriend’s idea of how to start explaining my physical relationship to my husband.
I entered the bedroom and kept the glass of milk on the side table. My husband closed the door. As soon as the door closed, I shouted at him angrily, asking how he could marry a girl who was already in love with someone else. He was shocked because he did not know anything at all. Before he could answer, I asked him whether my parents had told him about my love story. He said that my parents told him it was just a one-sided love affair from a boy who was troubling me.
I was shattered by that answer because my parents had played mind games with me. I was totally shocked and confused about how to react. I sat on the bed and silently cried. He looked at me, sat on the floor, took my feet, placed them on his thighs, and spoke to me in a gentle and soft manner, asking me to forget the past and start a new life with him. At that moment, I saw him clearly through my wet eyes. He was very dark, bald-headed, and very thin. We slept separately that night.
The second night repeated with the same kind of emotions, and I was unable to explain what my boyfriend and I had planned.
On the third night, he drank alcohol in front of me. He almost finished a bottle and asked me to explain how deeply I was in love with my boyfriend.
I started explaining how it started, how many times we went out, and everything. Suddenly, his voice and language changed. He began asking how many times we had sex, how it happened, how many positions we tried, and other vulgar details. I became tense and called my boyfriend. He saw the situation and laughed loudly, asking what my husband would do now, and said he would sleep with me that night.
My boyfriend was listening to all this and asked me to put the phone on speaker. I did. My boyfriend was also drunk, which I understood later.
My boyfriend said I was already his girl, and my husband said he would make me his slave and warned that from the next morning, even if my ex touched me, I would feel only him.
I shouted at him angrily and said I already belonged to my boyfriend and that if my husband touched me, I would only feel my boyfriend. Then my husband challenged me that if my wet eyes dried within 30 minutes, I would belong to him forever. If not, he would apply for a divorce.
My boyfriend was listening to all this on the phone call. He was drunk and, without thinking, said he was ready for the challenge.
I was confused about how to react. I was between two drunk men who did not understand a girl’s feelings.
My boyfriend said he had accepted the challenge because he had confidence in me and told me not to panic. He asked me to record the entire 30 minutes on video.
I asked for five minutes to think. After five minutes, I told my husband that he should not remove my dress within those 30 minutes. If he could win under that condition, I would accept it. He thought for a while and said my boyfriend should stay on the call until the time was completed. All three of us agreed. My boyfriend asked me to start the timer and record the video, and I did.
He started in a very calm manner. He came near my feet, took them in his hands, and started caressing them softly. I felt like crying due to the tingling sensation, but instead I felt laughter and anger at the same time.
He slowly lifted one of my legs onto his shoulder and began touching gently up to my knee. Then he lifted my other leg onto his shoulder and massaged both gently. My eyes were getting wet – not because of pain but because of the fear of losing my boyfriend.
Then he stood up and placed his hands on my waist. His fingers moved slowly over my waist, navel, and hips, praising my body.
My boyfriend and I were both listening to his words. I was in a strange situation. My pain started fading, and I began feeling enjoyment from his touch.
I kept remembering my boyfriend’s confidential words to keep my eyes wet, but they were drying within two to three minutes of his touch.
He moved to my neck and started caressing my face, my eyes, nose, lips, chin, and ears. By that time, 12 minutes had passed. He brought his face close to mine, brushing his cheeks against mine.
His hands were still on my waist, holding me tightly. My eyes became wet again when I started comparing him with my boyfriend.
My boyfriend was fast and could not last more than three minutes in bed. We used to fight about this. Even though we were physically involved often, I regularly felt dissatisfied. But my husband’s calm presence and gentle touch made my body shiver.
I felt my nerves reacting strongly. I kept remembering my boyfriend’s words about trust and confidence to keep my eyes wet, but this time, my eyes were not becoming wet, even though I was thinking about him.
My husband’s fingers and lips continued touching my shoulders and neck. I was biting my lips, and he noticed and told me not to hurt myself.
Our faces came closer, and our noses touched. He kissed my forehead first, then my eyes, then my nose, and finally came near my lips, waiting for my response. His hands were around my waist, holding me tightly. He touched me more closely, and I responded by kissing him passionately. We shared a long kiss for about five minutes. The time was 24 minutes.
I started forgetting my boyfriend’s words and responding to my husband’s actions. He held me gently, and I felt myself reacting in a way I never had before.
I forgot the time and the conditions. I lay down on the bed comfortably and pulled my husband beside me. My eyes were dry, but my body was reacting strongly. We kissed intensely. He removed my saree, and I removed his clothes. I was shocked to see him.
Before I could fully understand the situation, my phone received a video call from my boyfriend.