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Test Of Love
Prologue
This story is about a couple who go through various infidelities due to weak-mindedness and eventually realize how they allowed themselves to be manipulated.
I first saw Preethi when I had come home for summer vacation after my third year B.Tech. Her parents had relocated from Delhi and moved in to our locality. She had joined 11th grade the same college where I studied. She was stunningly beautiful and didn’t really look like a ** year old. Although, she was just in her 11th grade, she could put to shame any of the grown up girls with the kind of body she possessed. Being a Konkani ***** (like the famous Aishwarya Rai!) it was not surprising that she was gifted with a flawless, fair complexion. She was around 5'4", slightly above average height by Indian standards. Her eyes and her lips were her striking features. She had an awesome figure - she was neither skinny nor fat but just perfect. It wasn't surprising that there were lots of guys eyeing her.
Besides being the only kid in that locality to join the prestigious IIT, I was a very good swimmer and tennis player. Her father also joined the same club where my dad was a member. She too used to swim and I often used to meet her at the club swimming pool. I fell in love with her the day I saw her. But I was too shy to even talk to her. Though she sensed my feelings she just played along but silently used to admire me. Many a time when I was on the tennis court, she used to hang around in some pretext and watch me playing.
After my B.Tech unlike my other friends who rushed off to jobs and on to the US, I stuck back. Was lucky enough to get admission in IIM Bangalore. Our mostly silent courtship had continued since I first met her. When I completed my MBA and she was in her second year of four year architecture course in a well-recognized college. It was only during my final year MBA I could muster enough courage to propose her.
Though I know she was equally interested I was surprised when she showed reticence to getting married soon after her graduation. She wanted to do her masters in architecture from a prestigious college in the US and settle there. She did not want to think of marriage before that. I liked her focus. It made my love more intense. She sensed that too, but was very sincere and did not want to tease me in any manner. Though there was of bee-line of suitors she showed interest only in me.
I got a job in the IT field and a year down the line I got a job in the US. Only days before my departure to the US she opened up and confessed her love to me. Unlike me, she was very subtle in showing her love. Not that she was demure. Brought up mostly in metros she was quite out-spoken and bold almost bordering adventurous. After spending a few days with me taking her out most evenings I left for the US. I knew that she will definitely get admission in the college of her choice for higher studies in the US. Planning to shift within the vicinity of where she joins on her arrival I had to wait for two years to be close to her.
On her completing graduation her parents refused to send her for higher studies primarily because of the cost involved and wanted her to get married instead. I stepped in with my proposal. I promised her that she can continue her studies after marriage and I will foot the bill. We got married and after a brief honeymoon in Goa I left for US. She came after a couple of months just in time for the commencement of her M.Arch program in college of Architecture, Academy of Art University, San Francisco. I relocated to Oakland so that her daily commute is minimal, albeit an exhausting daily commute for me. I was 27 and she was barely 21. I never knew she was more than a year ahead of her class. By then the rest of my friends had all got married and were living in and around the Bay Area.
Thus our married life and her higher studies took off simultaneously. After marriage and our honey moon Preethi had blossomed in showing her love. Gone was the Preethi who was happy just holding my hand. Our meetings after even a day’s separation was always punctuated by her pouncing on me, arms locked around my neck and starting a kiss that lasted a minute, irrespective of our surroundings.
Our sex life was always an extension of our love. We made love. Not fucked each other. Symmetrical to my well-built physique, I was well endowed. On finding her difficulty in reaching orgasm during my penetration I quickly learned the art of pleasing her with my tongue. Orgasm or no orgasm she used to immensely enjoy our sex and always cuddled against me contended after the session.
She quickly got used to birth control pills and did not want to get into family way any sooner. In fact whenever that topic came up she was upfront in telling me that she is not into having kids at all. But understanding my emotional nature as a concession she agreed to have just one kid when she nears thirty. However, she was not at all averse to the idea of adapting couple of orphan kids and bringing them up as our own. Having to wait the next eight years or so for a kid was something that bothered me. But I had to respect her views and ambition.
With no scholarship or aide, her higher studies turned out to be a very expensive affair. Besides course fees, there were many other expenses. I used to dress in a manner that was just about passable. But studying in such an elite college of Architecture and often meeting up-scale people I made sure that Preethi is always turned out in the best of attire that money can get. More so to watch her strutting nicely in awesome dress and coming into my arms.
Six months into our married life and her masters program I realized that I cannot manage with the income from my current job and most of my savings were drying up faster than I had estimated. I decided to take up a job in a consulting firm that required me to travel at least four days a week. But the job allowed me clock as many billable hours and paid for a handsome overtime pay for those extra hours. Though Preethi was quite upset about my being away for up to four days a week she understood our financial condition. With the higher salary and addition income from overtime pay we could manage our expenses reasonably well. Most weeks I used leave on Monday afternoon and return on Friday late evening. Preethi used to cram up her course work during my absence and wait for my return eagerly keeping herself almost free to spend the weekend entirely with me.
Few months down the line my life took a turn I never expected …
Test Of Love
Prologue
This story is about a couple who go through various infidelities due to weak-mindedness and eventually realize how they allowed themselves to be manipulated.
I first saw Preethi when I had come home for summer vacation after my third year B.Tech. Her parents had relocated from Delhi and moved in to our locality. She had joined 11th grade the same college where I studied. She was stunningly beautiful and didn’t really look like a ** year old. Although, she was just in her 11th grade, she could put to shame any of the grown up girls with the kind of body she possessed. Being a Konkani ***** (like the famous Aishwarya Rai!) it was not surprising that she was gifted with a flawless, fair complexion. She was around 5'4", slightly above average height by Indian standards. Her eyes and her lips were her striking features. She had an awesome figure - she was neither skinny nor fat but just perfect. It wasn't surprising that there were lots of guys eyeing her.
Besides being the only kid in that locality to join the prestigious IIT, I was a very good swimmer and tennis player. Her father also joined the same club where my dad was a member. She too used to swim and I often used to meet her at the club swimming pool. I fell in love with her the day I saw her. But I was too shy to even talk to her. Though she sensed my feelings she just played along but silently used to admire me. Many a time when I was on the tennis court, she used to hang around in some pretext and watch me playing.
After my B.Tech unlike my other friends who rushed off to jobs and on to the US, I stuck back. Was lucky enough to get admission in IIM Bangalore. Our mostly silent courtship had continued since I first met her. When I completed my MBA and she was in her second year of four year architecture course in a well-recognized college. It was only during my final year MBA I could muster enough courage to propose her.
Though I know she was equally interested I was surprised when she showed reticence to getting married soon after her graduation. She wanted to do her masters in architecture from a prestigious college in the US and settle there. She did not want to think of marriage before that. I liked her focus. It made my love more intense. She sensed that too, but was very sincere and did not want to tease me in any manner. Though there was of bee-line of suitors she showed interest only in me.
I got a job in the IT field and a year down the line I got a job in the US. Only days before my departure to the US she opened up and confessed her love to me. Unlike me, she was very subtle in showing her love. Not that she was demure. Brought up mostly in metros she was quite out-spoken and bold almost bordering adventurous. After spending a few days with me taking her out most evenings I left for the US. I knew that she will definitely get admission in the college of her choice for higher studies in the US. Planning to shift within the vicinity of where she joins on her arrival I had to wait for two years to be close to her.
On her completing graduation her parents refused to send her for higher studies primarily because of the cost involved and wanted her to get married instead. I stepped in with my proposal. I promised her that she can continue her studies after marriage and I will foot the bill. We got married and after a brief honeymoon in Goa I left for US. She came after a couple of months just in time for the commencement of her M.Arch program in college of Architecture, Academy of Art University, San Francisco. I relocated to Oakland so that her daily commute is minimal, albeit an exhausting daily commute for me. I was 27 and she was barely 21. I never knew she was more than a year ahead of her class. By then the rest of my friends had all got married and were living in and around the Bay Area.
Thus our married life and her higher studies took off simultaneously. After marriage and our honey moon Preethi had blossomed in showing her love. Gone was the Preethi who was happy just holding my hand. Our meetings after even a day’s separation was always punctuated by her pouncing on me, arms locked around my neck and starting a kiss that lasted a minute, irrespective of our surroundings.
Our sex life was always an extension of our love. We made love. Not fucked each other. Symmetrical to my well-built physique, I was well endowed. On finding her difficulty in reaching orgasm during my penetration I quickly learned the art of pleasing her with my tongue. Orgasm or no orgasm she used to immensely enjoy our sex and always cuddled against me contended after the session.
She quickly got used to birth control pills and did not want to get into family way any sooner. In fact whenever that topic came up she was upfront in telling me that she is not into having kids at all. But understanding my emotional nature as a concession she agreed to have just one kid when she nears thirty. However, she was not at all averse to the idea of adapting couple of orphan kids and bringing them up as our own. Having to wait the next eight years or so for a kid was something that bothered me. But I had to respect her views and ambition.
With no scholarship or aide, her higher studies turned out to be a very expensive affair. Besides course fees, there were many other expenses. I used to dress in a manner that was just about passable. But studying in such an elite college of Architecture and often meeting up-scale people I made sure that Preethi is always turned out in the best of attire that money can get. More so to watch her strutting nicely in awesome dress and coming into my arms.
Six months into our married life and her masters program I realized that I cannot manage with the income from my current job and most of my savings were drying up faster than I had estimated. I decided to take up a job in a consulting firm that required me to travel at least four days a week. But the job allowed me clock as many billable hours and paid for a handsome overtime pay for those extra hours. Though Preethi was quite upset about my being away for up to four days a week she understood our financial condition. With the higher salary and addition income from overtime pay we could manage our expenses reasonably well. Most weeks I used leave on Monday afternoon and return on Friday late evening. Preethi used to cram up her course work during my absence and wait for my return eagerly keeping herself almost free to spend the weekend entirely with me.
Few months down the line my life took a turn I never expected …
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