03-09-2025, 10:36 AM
Hi, I’m Vishwas (name changed) and I’m from Bangalore.
I’m 6 feet tall, with a slim, average build, and I have a 7-inch dick.
This is my very first story, so please forgive any grammatical mistakes along the way. What you’re about to read is 100% true—though I’ve changed some names and places to respect everyone’s privacy.
This is a long story, so please be patient.
I promise, the more you read and understand the backstory, the more you’ll connect with everything that happened afterward. Most of these incidents I remember clearly because I recorded them in my personal diary.
The story begins in 2014, and the central character is a girl named Shwetha—two years older than me.
After completing my graduation, I moved to Bangalore in search of a job and was lucky enough to land a position at a reputed MNC. Once my pre-training was done, I got assigned to a new team—and that’s where I saw Shwetha for the first time.
She stood out instantly—undeniably one of the most attractive people in the team. I had a crush on her from day one.
Naturally, I tried to befriend her. But she seemed reserved—perhaps because she was used to getting a lot of attention from the guys on our floor. So, instead of approaching her directly, I started getting close to her best friend, Ashwini, hoping to understand her better.
That’s when I found out something important—Shwetha already had a boyfriend from our company. She was serious about him and even wanted to marry him. The moment I heard this, I knew it wasn’t my place to hope for more. So, I kept my distance.
Fast forward to 2020.
By then, a lot had changed. I had switched companies and had broken up with two girlfriends. Meanwhile, Shwetha’s story had taken a turn too. She had broken up with the guy she once wanted to marry and later got married to someone else.
In April 2020, Shwetha uploaded a random Instagram story about COVID. I replied with a funny comment. She instantly responded, and we started chatting. Simple texts turned into long calls became part of our routine.
During those conversations, Shwetha began opening up. She shared things I wasn’t expecting—her married life wasn’t going well, neither physically nor emotionally. Her husband had quit his job to start a business, but it failed badly. Even though he was rich, he took huge loans, wasting all his savings. The stress of the loss, combined with his drinking, took a toll on him. His health deteriorated, he gained a lot of weight, and he couldn’t satisfy Shwetha physically, leaving her constantly stressed and unhappy.
Shwetha was in a dark emotional place. She wanted someone to listen, someone non-judgmental, someone to support her. To lighten her mood, I began flirting with her—but in a playful, friendly way. At first, she was hesitant, often changing the topic or laughing politely. But slowly, almost unknowingly, she began responding.
June 9th
She mentioned she wanted to go to her mom’s place, and I casually said I’d love to give a pretty girl a ride on my bike. She said she’d take an auto or cab. A few minutes later, she called—asking if I could actually drop her. I agreed without hesitation and rode toward her place.
Seeing her after six years, she had gained some curves that only made her more alluring. She wore jeans and a purple top that hugged her perfectly. We greeted each other, and I started the bike.
I leaned in with a teasing smile:
Me: My bike’s lucky today—such a gorgeous girl riding it.
Shwetha: Only the bike is happy?
Me: The rider would be even happier… if that beautiful girl held him tight.
She laughed and gave me a playful punch on the shoulder.
I kept flirting along the way and got a little distracted—missing a road hump and braking suddenly. She instinctively hugged me tightly, and her lips brushed softly against my shoulder.
She held me all the way until we reached her street. As we approached her house, she asked me to drop her near the corner. When she got down, I said:
Me: Payment?
Shwetha: How much?
Me: One tight hug and a couple of kisses.
She laughed, rolled her eyes, and said, “No way!”—then walked off with a playful smile.
After reaching home, I saw a message from her—two kissing emojis.
Me: When do I get this in person?
Shwetha: Don’t expect too much.
The next day, during a call, I told her I had a crush on her when I first joined the company and how it had taken several attempts just to start a conversation.
Shwetha: So, you don’t have a crush on me anymore?
Me: If feelings for a girl last more than six months, it’s no longer a crush or attraction.
Shwetha: Then what is it?
Me: It’s love.
Shwetha: So… you love me?
Me: Yes.
Shwetha: But I’m married… and I’m two years older than you.
Me: So what? Even Sachin's wife is older than him.
Shwetha: Oh really? So… am I your wife now?
Me: Do you want to be?
She didn’t reply and changed the topic. I asked several times during the call, but she didn’t answer.
The next day, she prepared a dish and sent me a snap.
Me: You’re just sending snaps… when will I get a chance to taste it?
Shwetha: Soon.
Me: The dish or you?
Shwetha: Both.
I’m 6 feet tall, with a slim, average build, and I have a 7-inch dick.
This is my very first story, so please forgive any grammatical mistakes along the way. What you’re about to read is 100% true—though I’ve changed some names and places to respect everyone’s privacy.
This is a long story, so please be patient.
I promise, the more you read and understand the backstory, the more you’ll connect with everything that happened afterward. Most of these incidents I remember clearly because I recorded them in my personal diary.
The story begins in 2014, and the central character is a girl named Shwetha—two years older than me.
After completing my graduation, I moved to Bangalore in search of a job and was lucky enough to land a position at a reputed MNC. Once my pre-training was done, I got assigned to a new team—and that’s where I saw Shwetha for the first time.
She stood out instantly—undeniably one of the most attractive people in the team. I had a crush on her from day one.
Naturally, I tried to befriend her. But she seemed reserved—perhaps because she was used to getting a lot of attention from the guys on our floor. So, instead of approaching her directly, I started getting close to her best friend, Ashwini, hoping to understand her better.
That’s when I found out something important—Shwetha already had a boyfriend from our company. She was serious about him and even wanted to marry him. The moment I heard this, I knew it wasn’t my place to hope for more. So, I kept my distance.
Fast forward to 2020.
By then, a lot had changed. I had switched companies and had broken up with two girlfriends. Meanwhile, Shwetha’s story had taken a turn too. She had broken up with the guy she once wanted to marry and later got married to someone else.
In April 2020, Shwetha uploaded a random Instagram story about COVID. I replied with a funny comment. She instantly responded, and we started chatting. Simple texts turned into long calls became part of our routine.
During those conversations, Shwetha began opening up. She shared things I wasn’t expecting—her married life wasn’t going well, neither physically nor emotionally. Her husband had quit his job to start a business, but it failed badly. Even though he was rich, he took huge loans, wasting all his savings. The stress of the loss, combined with his drinking, took a toll on him. His health deteriorated, he gained a lot of weight, and he couldn’t satisfy Shwetha physically, leaving her constantly stressed and unhappy.
Shwetha was in a dark emotional place. She wanted someone to listen, someone non-judgmental, someone to support her. To lighten her mood, I began flirting with her—but in a playful, friendly way. At first, she was hesitant, often changing the topic or laughing politely. But slowly, almost unknowingly, she began responding.
June 9th
She mentioned she wanted to go to her mom’s place, and I casually said I’d love to give a pretty girl a ride on my bike. She said she’d take an auto or cab. A few minutes later, she called—asking if I could actually drop her. I agreed without hesitation and rode toward her place.
Seeing her after six years, she had gained some curves that only made her more alluring. She wore jeans and a purple top that hugged her perfectly. We greeted each other, and I started the bike.
I leaned in with a teasing smile:
Me: My bike’s lucky today—such a gorgeous girl riding it.
Shwetha: Only the bike is happy?
Me: The rider would be even happier… if that beautiful girl held him tight.
She laughed and gave me a playful punch on the shoulder.
I kept flirting along the way and got a little distracted—missing a road hump and braking suddenly. She instinctively hugged me tightly, and her lips brushed softly against my shoulder.
She held me all the way until we reached her street. As we approached her house, she asked me to drop her near the corner. When she got down, I said:
Me: Payment?
Shwetha: How much?
Me: One tight hug and a couple of kisses.
She laughed, rolled her eyes, and said, “No way!”—then walked off with a playful smile.
After reaching home, I saw a message from her—two kissing emojis.
Me: When do I get this in person?
Shwetha: Don’t expect too much.
The next day, during a call, I told her I had a crush on her when I first joined the company and how it had taken several attempts just to start a conversation.
Shwetha: So, you don’t have a crush on me anymore?
Me: If feelings for a girl last more than six months, it’s no longer a crush or attraction.
Shwetha: Then what is it?
Me: It’s love.
Shwetha: So… you love me?
Me: Yes.
Shwetha: But I’m married… and I’m two years older than you.
Me: So what? Even Sachin's wife is older than him.
Shwetha: Oh really? So… am I your wife now?
Me: Do you want to be?
She didn’t reply and changed the topic. I asked several times during the call, but she didn’t answer.
The next day, she prepared a dish and sent me a snap.
Me: You’re just sending snaps… when will I get a chance to taste it?
Shwetha: Soon.
Me: The dish or you?
Shwetha: Both.
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