After a lapse of long period I am again here at the behest of my net friends, who are searching my love making stories, they often write to me about it. So here is your friend [email protected] This story I have written as explained by the woman character of my story. This is because I wanted show the heart felt sorrows of her life.
Hi, my name is Anjani, I originally hail from Gujarat. I have settled in Hyderabad after my marriage. I got married early at my age of 20. My husband is in automobile business along with his family members. Ours is a joint family. My marriage was a happier one as everybody would respect and care me well. But this didn’t continue for long. After few years I lost peace of mind. The reason was that I was unable to conceive.
We carried many tests and done many medications, but nothing resolved. Even at the age of 25 years I was unable to have a child. The family was blaming me for the same. My in laws are very orthodox and I was not allowed to go out without having any family member with me.
I have no way but to pray god for my help. My parents are very poor and stayed at Ahmedabad. They are so poor that they were unable to even visit me at such a long distance from Ahmedabad. My parents were also praying God to save me from this curse.
Many tests were conducted again and again. Doctors were changed. Once a gentleman doctor told me, when I was alone in his chamber, that there is nothing wrong with you, but your husband has low sperm counts and the sperms present are not active. So, there are least chances of becoming pregnant.
My in-laws kept telling me that I am sterile. But I knew the truth. My education and my parents’ poor conditions restrained me from confronting with them about this issue. I have overheard my in laws discussing to divorce me and send me to my parents on any pretext before sending divorce notice. I have tears in my eyes when they use to say me bad words, I didn’t have any alternate, but to sit before almighty God to pray to help me.
During this time, may be God heard my prayer or what. God sent Prakash to me. He was in forties. He is from Ahmedabad. He used to visit Hyderabad for his software business with Chandrababu Naidu Government (he was CM that time).
Many times my parents use to send things for me through him. As he was a towering personality and relations with state Government and personal relation with CM, my in-laws use to try to have good relations with Prakash uncle. Yes, I used to call him like that because he was elder to me. In fact he was very friendly with me. He told me that you can call me Prakash uncle when your in laws are around. Otherwise call me just Prakash and treat like a friend.
He was in a distant relation with my father. Due that relation my father is an uncle for him. When ever he uses to come to Hyderabad, my MIL use to tell him that, instead eating in hotels he should eat at our place.
He was staying in a three star hotel. Later he hired a flat in vicinity of our house. After few visits, Prakash uncle accessed everything. He informed my parents about my plight; they were too much worried but could not do anything. They talked to me on phone and cried but couldn’t do much.
I can understand that they were worried about if, I were driven out of the house. Since than my parents use to wait for Prakash’s visit fromHyderabad and hear about my well being. Whenever my parents call me Prakash used to be the centre of their chat.
Next time when Prakash uncle came to our home at noon, I was alone at home. My MIL has told me to treat Prakash uncle well in her absence. My MIL was whole and sole in the house. Her words were final. She was too eager to have good relations with Prakash uncle.