My Wife's Old Friends People have always said I looked younger than I am. Some may take this as a complement, but to me, it's a curse. Despite being 26, I am often mistaken for a child, around 12 or 14. I would like to thank the graceful genes my parents have given to me! Now I am stuck with a short stature and a baby face for life. The fact that I need glasses doesn't help either.
Though, my parents have also given me a second gift. They've managed to secure an arranged marriage to one of the most beautiful woman I have ever seen - Jaya.
She is almost a goddess. Her tall figure complements her womanly curves - especially around her chest and waist. She takes great care of her silky smooth hair, which flows like the wind. Her dark, clean complexion gives off a mature vibe. An Indian queen.
She may be a bit quiet personality wise, but is always caring and responsible. Whenever we have a child, she has the mother part down.
Honestly I was a bit iffy on the marriage, but since both of my parents were on good terms, I decided to go with it. We had our traditional marriage, and moved into this nice suburban house I bought (with my money, all thanks to selling a startup I made).
The first month was probably one of the best times of my life. We spent so much time together. She actually liked my humor, and would listen to the stories I had about looking younger than I am. We'd often do this during dinner eating her delicious meals.
However, things have been really different ever since I met her friends. She and her friends have started treating me like a little kid, and they want me to call them Auntie (even though I'm older than them)! Not only that, she's also been letting a guy into our lives, a childhood friend of hers. He seems salty about our marriage, often puts me down due to our build difference, and tries to get my wife for himself.
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