I’m still with my spouse though. Feel like venting. So here goes.

[iam_who_iam]

Just now, Spartan said:

quora, indus ladies.

hoo ilaanti oka site unda, chaala miss ayya nenu 

[nokia123]

3 hours ago, Spartan said:

I’m a 31 year old Indian man and I work at a large financial services company in New York. I grew up in India, moved to Canada when I was 21 because my family moved, worked in Montreal for a few years and then I moved to the US at 24 to go to business school.

While I was in India, I’d never quite met anyone I liked. Didn’t happen in Canada either. But at business school in the US, I met someone I was wildly attracted to. She is from New Delhi and as of today, I’m married to her. While at university, we were crazy in love but we also had crazy big differences and fought a lot. Our fights were intense and so was our attraction.

After we graduated, I proposed to her and she accepted. But what was slightly weird was that she seems to be a little ashamed of the fact that I was from a small city in India. I’m from Surat - which is definitely not as large as Delhi. Her family actually seemed to mock me a little. Why? Because I am from Surat. I’m well spoken, I dress well, I’m well read, I have a decent education and I have worked hard to build a career of my own. What I don’t have is the unnecessary ostentatiousness, style and “tashan” that many metro city guys demonstrate. And my wife seems to think I’m a gawaar (idiot) for not having those things. I honestly don’t care much about showing off. For her, show-off and image is very important. When you’re in love though, you often ignore a lot of red flags. And inspite of noticing this condescending manner in which her family behaved with me, I still married her. My thought was that I don’t have to live with these people anyway since they’re in Delhi and we would be in New York.

I’ve tried to adjust to all my wife’s demands but nothing is ever enough for her. She wants foreign trips multiple times a year, doesn’t want to work hard, wants a fancy car and a house. It is difficult to buy all these things at once especially when you’re just re-starting your career after doing your Master’s. I still take her to 2–3 foreign vacations each year, I have bought a high-end car (for which I pay ridiculous monthly installments) and pretty soon, I’ll be forced to take a huge housing loan. Housing in NYC isn’t cheap.

But still, all she does is demand more. She constantly compares me to her brother - who earns way less than me, is obese to the point of being dangerously unhealthy BUT he has the aura of being a big city guy and talks with such confidence that one would think he is the president of the US or something.

I realized within a couple of years that my wife is quite immature and this show-off mentality is deep rooted in her mind. I’ve tried explaining to her lovingly that there should be a limit to fake show-off but she doesn’t get it. Her life is geared towards making others think she is “living a great life”. She isn’t from a very wealthy family or anything. She’s from a middle class family. But her desire to be high society is unbelievable. She also thinks she’s superior to me because she’s from a metro city. So she constantly demeans me and behaves like a spoilt high-school brat. I just didn’t mind these things so much when I was dating her. Now when the blind love has reduced, I’m starting to see these things more clearly.

I am honestly suffocated by her. In the mean time, we had a young lady join our office in NYC. She was from Surat too but had lived in the US since she was 15. Ivy League post grad. Her dad was the CTO at one of the largest tech companies in the US. Lets just call her Tanya.

Tanya was a few years younger to me maybe, very intelligent, hardworking, started getting a lot of appreciation from everyone at office for her great work and was just refreshing. She had a great smile, dimpled cheeks and just an overall radiant personality.

We were on different teams but we talked often because we had a lot in common - our hometown mainly. Finally I had found someone who was from my city! We’d often talk about our city and what it was like growing up there. Felt good to talk to someone from your own place. Best part was, she came from a well-to-do family but had no airs. She was humble. She was hard working. She had lived in NYC since her teenage years but had no airs about it. She wasn’t ashamed of being from a small place in India (although Surat is no longer that small). She was confident in herself. And just very cute.

We often used to go for quick afternoon walks post lunch. We’d have coffee together sometimes in the office cafeteria. She was pleasant to talk to and was a very real person. I actually kind of liked her - but I knew she didn’t think of me that way.

She was still single at that time. We worked in the same office for a year and a half maybe and I just knew I was sort of getting emotionally dependent on her. But I didn’t do anything about it. I didn’t want to cheat. Then one day, my wife and I decided to visit India for a month. My wife, of course, refused to come to my place in Surat. She decided to go to New Delhi to stay with her parents - which was okay with me. We booked our tickets. A few days later, I was on a coffee break with Tanya and she told me she was going to India for a few weeks too - to Surat! Her travel dates were a little different but about 10 days of her visit co-incided with my visit as well. Which was cool.

After landing in India, my wife stayed at Delhi whereas I took a flight to Ahmedabad and then reached Surat by train. I spent time with my mom and dad, visited old friends and just explored my city - it had changed so much since I had last been here.

Tanya arrived after about two weeks. She called me and asked if I wanted to hang out. Tanya hadn’t visited Surat in about 8 years now. Her parents lived in New York and she was staying with her grandparents in Surat. She had been away for so long that she didn’t know what to do in Surat anymore. So she preferred exploring the city with me. I think she felt safer with me around. And it seemed to me that the huge crowds intimidated her.

But she was graceful about it. She loved sitting in auto-rickshaws, made no fuss about trying out a bus even! She loved exploring the old parts of the city on foot. My wife would never do any of these things.

One evening, she invited me to dinner at their place. I was stunned when I saw her house - it was so opulent and grand. Her grandparents were kind and fed me like I was their own son. I could see where she got her generosity, humility and great personality from. She’s just inherited part of it from her beautiful family I think.

Her grandparents went off to sleep early and Tanya and I were sitting in her garden. The garden itself was fairly large and had a huge mango tree. We sat under the tree as night fell and just lay on the grass doing nothing in particular. We talked about random stuff and I just felt so happy being around her.

She gave me a tour of the garden. She actually knew everything about every tree or flower in there. We got back to the tree, and sat under it with our backs to the trunk. She talked about her childhood memories in that house. I loved how the house had this old fashioned yet beautiful vibe. Typical old Surti houses - they’re large and inviting.

At one point, I realized I was sitting just very close to her. My shoulder was actually touching hers. She didn’t seem to think it was a big deal. But at this one point, I don’t know what happened to me. I just turned to her, put my finger to her lips and looked at her. She stopped talking. I kept looking at her - her fair face, those cute dimples and her twinkly eyes and her down-to-earth demeanor. Many girls in her place would be so full of themselves. But not this one. She looked back at me with those cute round eyes of hers with a slightly baffled expression. I think the soft moonlight just made her (and everything around us) look very surreal.

I leaned a little towards her and I could tell she just didn’t know what to do. I didn’t want to scare her. And I wondered if I shouldn’t lean any further. But then, she stuck out her hand and touched my cheek and broke into a cute smile! We both laughed and it was just weird. The rest is a daze. I kissed her and she kissed me back. Her hands in my hair felt like the divinest thing ever. She smelt like oranges - I think it was her perfume. She was just beautiful and I just wanted to love her and protect her and just not let go of her. Kissing Tanya was more intense than anything I’d ever felt. It was better than sleeping with anyone. I was in a daze. Her neck was so soft, her hair was like silk and she was just like this wonderful little thing.

That’s where it ended. I didn’t want to sleep with her and ruin it. I liked the beauty of what we had. I didn’t want to complicate it. After I went home that night, the feelings of guilt started. The fact that I was married became painful to even think about. But I just wanted to feel loved and cared for - just once. And I didn’t want to ruin it. So I just went off to sleep thinking about the few wonderful hours I spent with Tanya.

I woke up the next morning. My wife called, complained about a few things and threw a few tantrums as usual. Honestly, that morning I just wanted to end it with her and just go be with Tanya forever. The contrast was so evident - the peace I felt with Tanya and the lack of peace I felt with my wife.

For the next few days, I didn’t do much. I just thought about this. A lot. And a few evenings later, I went to see Tanya. I wasn’t sure what I should tell her. But it turned out to be easier than I expected. She herself told me that we probably shouldn't have done what we did. And I knew she was right. I hugged her, thanked her for understanding and apologized for making a move on her when I was married. She apologized back for not stopping me when she should have. After 5 minutes of incessant apologizing on both sides, we decided to stop.

Tanya moved to a different company not too long ago. We never repeated what we had done of course. And honestly, it wasn’t too awkward being with her in the same office after getting back to the US. None of us made a big deal out of it.

Quite honestly, I felt she was too good for me. She deserved better than a divorced guy with all this baggage. And I also felt that I need to work harder on making my marriage work. I’m trying really hard to make it work - even today. But to make a marriage work, both people in the marriage need to work hard. In my case, my wife isn’t making as much of an effort as I am. But I’m trying to make her understand some things. Progress is slow - very slow. But we’ll get there I hope. My wife will never be like Tanya. And I don’t want her to be like Tanya. Because if I expect that, I’ll only be disappointed when that doesn’t happen.

All I can do is try to make my wife the best version of herself that she can. An affair can often work in a cathartic way. It can help you vent your emotions. But before you decide to act on it, you need to think responsibly - about yourself, your spouse and the person you’ve fallen in love with. A marriage needs work. They’re not always perfect. You have to put in that work before you give up.

touch chesavu bro...

[alta]

evado kani.. pindesadu..

chadive opika leni vallaki short version :

- babu from small town Surat - papa delhi

- after marriage - shunting began, wife ki show offs kavali

- office lo nitya menon lanti surat pilla joined, perfect from him

- india trip lo surat papa ni anukokunda kissed ( ONLY KISSED, no lapak lapaks) , felt

- back to US, regret the kiss, good frndship. Divorce teesukovadam kanna Trying to get the best out of his wife 

 

denemma short version ani intha rasana

 

 

[TamrajKilvish]

4 hours ago, Spartan said:

nenu okka line kuda chadavale..nuvvu rendu paras chadivava...

nenu 3 sadiva nee yenkamma..red flower ni chesav ga nannu

[Spartan]

11 minutes ago, TamrajKilvish said:

nenu 3 sadiva nee yenkamma..red flower ni chesav ga nannu

[smeagol_precious]

4 hours ago, psycopk said:

ori eedi yenkama.. oka male inta rasadu ante... edi opika ki dandam sami... vedi opika ni batti chuste his struggles will continue for his lifetime anipistundi... by the way i stopped reading after couple of paras..

true ... intha story saduvuthunte pattapagale nidra vasthondi

[smeagol_precious]

45 minutes ago, alta said:

evado kani.. pindesadu..

chadive opika leni vallaki short version :

- babu from small town Surat - papa delhi

- after marriage - shunting began, wife ki show offs kavali

- office lo nitya menon lanti surat pilla joined, perfect from him

- india trip lo surat papa ni anukokunda kissed ( ONLY KISSED, no lapak lapaks) , felt

- back to US, regret the kiss, good frndship. Divorce teesukovadam kanna Trying to get the best out of his wife 

 

denemma short version ani intha rasana

 

 

Kathi gadi review laaga 2 hrs sinmaa ki 1 hr review raasav gaa baa 

nuvve mana db critic inka

[k2s]

very nice..

[himacream]

9 hours ago, Idassamed said:

Bumchicks emaina unte konchem highlight cheyyi bro, will be easier for DB pejanikam

aasesulu

[Peter123]

people are of diff types ...