The beautiful thing called LOVE

Our affair was a pondering topic around my neighborhood and even our street dog knew about my love. Initially, it began with murmuring whispers but later it was loud enough to be heard from a distance. I am not exaggerating, if you refuse to believe it, let me spill more beans for you, here is my affairs fact-profile.

She loves hugging me and preferred giving wet kisses in public and used to walk holding my hands without hesitations. Once my wife witnessed this scene on a busy street and proclaimed that this act was disgusting and intolerable!

This incident may sound embarrassing. One day, my brother-in-law caught both of us in the shower together. Although, he kept a respectable distance and remained mum by saying nothing to me or to his sister but he surely had a green-eye about what happened between me and her.

After the shower when he heard my beauty declaring her intangible love repeatedly towards me at the top of her voice. Also, at the drop of a hat, she was blowing flying pecks from her window, he was annoyed, maybe because he was not as lucky as I am.

On one occasion, at home, my wife discovered love bites around my wrist and forearm.  She was not only furious but also screamed at me as if it was only my mistake. I remained calm and then became submissive without giving any provocative explanations. Although, the fact was I was madly, deeply, stupidly, intensely and crazily fallen in love with this girl. What more, I would have loved to have many such love bites from her.

During that phase of my life, at the time of my ongoing affair, I remained detached with everyone and even became incommunicado with most of my friends. I had absolutely no time for reading, writing and even watching television.

Now, allow me to share my feelings, especially during the phase of my romantic relationship with this gorgeous, irresistible and exceptionally beautiful girl. Nonetheless, there was a catch. I was already married, yet dared to take another deep plunge into the ocean of love, hopelessly once again! You may call me mad but I consider myself brave.

I had sufficient reasons to worry about my wife and her reaction on my affairs? You see, my wife used to love me as much as I loved her or more but that was before this new-found love who came into my life much later than I met my wife. I dared not say I do not love my wife any less but this beautiful sexy babe had become my world and imagining a moment without her was something unthinkable then.

If you have tangled in a matter of romanticism involving more than one lovely girl, you need to be more careful. I had a reason to worry because I was happily married for close to two years at that time and I wanted to keep my marriage that way.

Just before marriage, I had shared my undivided love with my fiancée and only she could sway my personal space with might. However, after marriage, I began to realize that this gorgeous new girl has bumped not only between our personal spaces but also in our nuptial knots.

Earlier, my weekends used to be mine but not anymore; even the glorious Sundays had slipped out of my hands. How do I put this, you see these days I preferred spending time under her breath like the way Buddha did under the banyan tree by leaving behind everything to attain love, nirvana, and moksha.

After knowing all this, you would want to know about where and how we met, most importantly how our love bloomed? We first met at the hospital; she came into my life little over a year after I got married.

At the waiting lounge in a hospital, I dreamt of beautiful babies hopping like gazelles in my tummy and when I woke up, the doctor decided to take my wife to the operation room. It must be little over an hour but looked like all the clocks in the world had stopped ticking and I could hear my heart beats like million Caribbean drums.

That’s when I heard a cry of this angel ‘Isha’ who along with my wife were rolled back on a wheel to the ward. When I looked into her eyes for the first time, I had this ecstatic feeling of being in heaven and seeing an angel, it was love at first sight.  I spent my joyful moments near her crib next to my wife that day.

Blissfully, I discovered that first time it was my wife with whom I fell in love but now once again I got an opportunity to rise in love more intensely with my daughter. I am happy to be in love with two girls.

Are you jealous of my multiple affairs?

© Haris AW