18-12-2018, 06:23 PM
Indian Wife Gone Bad Ch. 01
My name is Arun and I am 30 years old. I live in an Indian city and work as a Sales Manager in a multinational firm. My wife's name is Shilpa and she is 26. We have been married for about two years. She used to work in the same company as me as a receptionist when we fell in love, dated for a while and got married. Shilpa was and is exquisitely beautiful, with a flawless complexion, perfectly featured face and a body that looks like it has been sculpted using an hourglass template. She is slim, has long silky hair, medium sized and firm boobs, and a round as with curves that are hard to hide even in loose clothes. Obviously, she had many suitors in our company, so I felt very lucky when I convinced her to be my girlfriend and then my wife.
During our courtship, I had come to know that Shilpa was always considered a talented painter, but because her family was not very well off financially, she could not pursue her dream of becoming an artist too seriously. Since I earned more than enough for us to live lavishly, I suggested that after marriage, Shilpa should quit the dead-end receptionist job and work on her art, something she was delighted to do. So Shilpa would stay at home, do household chores, and attend painting lessons at a local college three days a week. Although she was always a good artist, I saw the lessons make a difference as her art evolved from a competent-but-amateur level to more sophisticated.
We lived in a big house that used to belong to my late parents, so we converted the store room into her "studio", with paints, brushes, canvases, easels, and everything. Shilpa spent most of the day in her studio painting some thing or the other, and soon the houses in our walls were adorned with a lot of different landscapes and still life paintings.
Then her lessons moved on to the final phase - portraits. To complete her course and have her paintings displayed in the college exhibition, she had to draw a life-sized portrait of someone. Her first choice was me, but the subject would have to sit in front of her for hours, for days at end, and my work hours as a sales managers were demanding and erratic. So Shilpa reluctantly agreed that I could not be a subject. She started asking some of her other friends, and some of or relatives, but they were either too busy or lived too far away to come to our house and sit in Shilpa's studio very often.
Finally Shilpa had run out of all possible options and was getting very distraught, when one evening I said to her,
"Hey, what about Balram uncle?"
"Who is Balram uncle again?" Shilpa asked with a furrowed brow.
"He is an old family friend of ours who lives down the street. You remember that big green bungalow on the corner?" I said.
"Yeah?"
"He lives there alone. He is retired, his wife is no more, and his kids are all in the US. I am sure he will be free and willing to help you out."
"Hmmm...but Arun" Shilpa countered, "Just his being free isn't enough. He should also make a good subject lookswise, you know."
"Well, he is no Adonis..." I said.
"No, I don't mean he should be handsome or good looking. He should look...oh how do I explain.... never mind. I'll see him and decide." she said.
"You know, he was at our wedding. But since we had so many guests, you might have forgotten his name." I said, getting up, "Let me get our wedding album and show you."
I went to the shelf, got our wedding album, flipped the pages until I reached a picture of us with Balram uncle, and showed it to Shilpa.
"See, he is no Greek god." I said as Shilpa studied the picture. And he wasn't. Balram uncle was almost bald, dark skinned, short, with a big paunch and stubby legs.
"Yeah... I didn't want a Greek god but this man is... well... no offence since he is your family friend, but he is ugly." Shilpa said with her nose crinkled.
"Hahaha." I laughed. "Yeah, I know. You should have seen his late wife. So pretty and graceful even in her older days. Me and the other guys in the neighborhood had a crush on her, and always wondered how he managed to bag her."
"Hehe, anyway, I'll continue looking for other subjects."
Shilpa looked and asked and requested and pleaded. But she wasn't able to get any commitment. And days were passing by fast. So finally one day she came to me and said,
"You know Arun, looks like I have no choice but to go with your Balram uncle. If I don't start painting soon, I won't get enough days to finish the painting by the deadline."
"Okay, but what about his ugliness?" I asked, with a smile.
"Hehe. Maybe I'll call it the picture of Dorian Gray towards the end." Shilpa joked.
That night we both went over to Balram uncle's house. He was a family friend, but more close to my parents, so ever since they had passed away, I had not met him too regularly. In fact only once, when i went to invite him for the wedding. So he was happy to see me. We spoke about this and that. He asked us about how our married life was. Other small talk. And then I broached the subject of Shilpa's portrait. When I asked him he started laughing,
"Me? A portrait of me? Are you two pulling my leg? I am an ugly old man." he guffawed.
"No no Balram uncle, nothing like that. You are very distinguished looking. Isn't he, Shilpa?" I said.
"Yes yes." Shilpa said politely, "In fact you are an ideal subject for a portrait with your unconventional looks."
"Haha, you are obviously being polite, but never mind. Sure I'll do it. I don't have much to do all day anyway. I just hang out with some other retired friends, read books, watch TV, and that's it. Modeling for a portrait sounds interesting. When should I come over?"
"Any time during the day is fine. You have our home phone number. This is my cellphone number." Shilpa said, giving him a card.
My name is Arun and I am 30 years old. I live in an Indian city and work as a Sales Manager in a multinational firm. My wife's name is Shilpa and she is 26. We have been married for about two years. She used to work in the same company as me as a receptionist when we fell in love, dated for a while and got married. Shilpa was and is exquisitely beautiful, with a flawless complexion, perfectly featured face and a body that looks like it has been sculpted using an hourglass template. She is slim, has long silky hair, medium sized and firm boobs, and a round as with curves that are hard to hide even in loose clothes. Obviously, she had many suitors in our company, so I felt very lucky when I convinced her to be my girlfriend and then my wife.
During our courtship, I had come to know that Shilpa was always considered a talented painter, but because her family was not very well off financially, she could not pursue her dream of becoming an artist too seriously. Since I earned more than enough for us to live lavishly, I suggested that after marriage, Shilpa should quit the dead-end receptionist job and work on her art, something she was delighted to do. So Shilpa would stay at home, do household chores, and attend painting lessons at a local college three days a week. Although she was always a good artist, I saw the lessons make a difference as her art evolved from a competent-but-amateur level to more sophisticated.
We lived in a big house that used to belong to my late parents, so we converted the store room into her "studio", with paints, brushes, canvases, easels, and everything. Shilpa spent most of the day in her studio painting some thing or the other, and soon the houses in our walls were adorned with a lot of different landscapes and still life paintings.
Then her lessons moved on to the final phase - portraits. To complete her course and have her paintings displayed in the college exhibition, she had to draw a life-sized portrait of someone. Her first choice was me, but the subject would have to sit in front of her for hours, for days at end, and my work hours as a sales managers were demanding and erratic. So Shilpa reluctantly agreed that I could not be a subject. She started asking some of her other friends, and some of or relatives, but they were either too busy or lived too far away to come to our house and sit in Shilpa's studio very often.
Finally Shilpa had run out of all possible options and was getting very distraught, when one evening I said to her,
"Hey, what about Balram uncle?"
"Who is Balram uncle again?" Shilpa asked with a furrowed brow.
"He is an old family friend of ours who lives down the street. You remember that big green bungalow on the corner?" I said.
"Yeah?"
"He lives there alone. He is retired, his wife is no more, and his kids are all in the US. I am sure he will be free and willing to help you out."
"Hmmm...but Arun" Shilpa countered, "Just his being free isn't enough. He should also make a good subject lookswise, you know."
"Well, he is no Adonis..." I said.
"No, I don't mean he should be handsome or good looking. He should look...oh how do I explain.... never mind. I'll see him and decide." she said.
"You know, he was at our wedding. But since we had so many guests, you might have forgotten his name." I said, getting up, "Let me get our wedding album and show you."
I went to the shelf, got our wedding album, flipped the pages until I reached a picture of us with Balram uncle, and showed it to Shilpa.
"See, he is no Greek god." I said as Shilpa studied the picture. And he wasn't. Balram uncle was almost bald, dark skinned, short, with a big paunch and stubby legs.
"Yeah... I didn't want a Greek god but this man is... well... no offence since he is your family friend, but he is ugly." Shilpa said with her nose crinkled.
"Hahaha." I laughed. "Yeah, I know. You should have seen his late wife. So pretty and graceful even in her older days. Me and the other guys in the neighborhood had a crush on her, and always wondered how he managed to bag her."
"Hehe, anyway, I'll continue looking for other subjects."
Shilpa looked and asked and requested and pleaded. But she wasn't able to get any commitment. And days were passing by fast. So finally one day she came to me and said,
"You know Arun, looks like I have no choice but to go with your Balram uncle. If I don't start painting soon, I won't get enough days to finish the painting by the deadline."
"Okay, but what about his ugliness?" I asked, with a smile.
"Hehe. Maybe I'll call it the picture of Dorian Gray towards the end." Shilpa joked.
That night we both went over to Balram uncle's house. He was a family friend, but more close to my parents, so ever since they had passed away, I had not met him too regularly. In fact only once, when i went to invite him for the wedding. So he was happy to see me. We spoke about this and that. He asked us about how our married life was. Other small talk. And then I broached the subject of Shilpa's portrait. When I asked him he started laughing,
"Me? A portrait of me? Are you two pulling my leg? I am an ugly old man." he guffawed.
"No no Balram uncle, nothing like that. You are very distinguished looking. Isn't he, Shilpa?" I said.
"Yes yes." Shilpa said politely, "In fact you are an ideal subject for a portrait with your unconventional looks."
"Haha, you are obviously being polite, but never mind. Sure I'll do it. I don't have much to do all day anyway. I just hang out with some other retired friends, read books, watch TV, and that's it. Modeling for a portrait sounds interesting. When should I come over?"
"Any time during the day is fine. You have our home phone number. This is my cellphone number." Shilpa said, giving him a card.
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