I’ve been married for five years now and still haven’t developed feelings for my husband. It’s not like I haven’t tried to win his affection. He’s been treating me badly for years now that I’ve just given up.
I wanted to leave him but my mother was just worried about society, “log kya kahenge?”. So I stayed with him. We aren’t even in a physical or emotional relationship. But that’s alright. Because I’m secretly married to the love of my life.
I met him in school, and he’s the only one who understands me.
I want to live with him, and we are already married. He made me wear a mangal sutra, and we spoke our vows. It was perfect. He treats me like his princess whenever we meet, and when we don’t, I know that I’m still in his thoughts.
Despite being in a long-distance relationship, he never misses to amaze me with little things. He is so considerate and loving.
He’s going to get married soon. He told me about it and was even concerned that I would be angry. But I’m not. He’s not cheated on me. And I can’t leave my family yet.
We meet once a year, because I live and work abroad. He celebrates my small and big wins together. I don’t know if I am wrong or right, but I’m the happiest when I’m with him. He shares his emotional turmoil with me, I talk about my career problems and dreams too.
All odds are against us, but we have decided that we will leave our worlds behind when we turn 50.
I’m counting down the days. I believe that we are all here for just one life, and this is the life I want to live in with him.