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 9thShe 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.