Devi is a 31-year-old housewife from Ahmedabad.
Right after graduation, my parents started preparing for my wedding. Frantic and long phone calls to relatives, seeing pictures of prospective groom every day and decking up the house was all my parents would do. I was young, unprepared and confused but I couldn’t stop them. They looked really happy and always told me that it is for the good of our family. I gave in and things worked out really fast. Within six months, I was engaged and three months after my engagement, I got married.
It was an arranged marriage. My parents and my husband’s parents had been friends for many years. Initially, I struggled to adjust to the new house, new family and new environment. My husband was very supportive during this time. He was always around, helping me every time he felt I needed something.
Two months after our marriage, my husband moved to Canada. He started working for an international bank there. Both of us had plans to move together but it was decided that I stay in India along with his family for a while.
Almost a month after my husband left, I started feeling sad and lonely. I was restless, sitting idle whole day at home. Slowly, I started spending more time with his family and eventually, I got close to everyone. They all loved me.
Time started passing quickly. I was busy with household chores, taking care of my family and learning a new language in my free time. A year later, my husband finally took a small break from work and decided to visit us. His time in India was short and he wanted to spend most of it with me.
We went to different tourist places, took up small vacations on the weekends and visited our several relatives, including his elder brother who lived near our house.
His brother was single but very handsome. We had a long conversation about our past and current relationships. He seemed quite interested in me and wanted to know what kept me busy while my husband was away. I found it strange at first but also loved some of his attention.
A few weeks later, his brother visited me again. By this time, my husband was gone and I was alone at home. He told me that he wanted to discuss something urgent regarding our family business.
We began speaking over a cup of tea and it was then that he confessed his love for me. He wanted to be in a relationship with me. He even suggested that I leave my husband and start a new life with him.
Right or wrong?
To be very honest, I was shocked. I didn’t except something like this but I couldn’t reject him right then. Over the next few days, he continued calling me, pursuing me to meet him again. I was obviously attracted to him but also scared about ruining my marriage. He assured me that he would keep it all a secret and not speak about us to anyone.
We started meeting regularly, at his house or whenever I was alone at home. Our time spent together brought us closer, physically and emotionally. He would carefully listen to me and make me feel special. While I was enjoying the attention, I also regretted cheating on my husband, behind his back. I was constantly worried about the consequences I’d have to face if anyone found out my relationship with my brother-in-law.
Today, it has been three years since I started dating my brother-in-law. We meet very often and have a great sexual compatibility. My husband and my family are unaware of my relationship. Whenever my husband is back, I stop all communication with my brother-in-law. I love my husband and don’t want to part ways with him but while he is away, I do enjoy my brother-in-law’s company.