I never expected to get so close to Ishika after losing my friend and colleague during COVID. She was shattered, and I just wanted to be there for her—to help her navigate the unbearable loss. At first, it was casual: checking in, making sure she ate, and being someone she could talk to.

But somewhere along the way, things changed. I started to see her not as my late friend’s wife, but as Ishika—resilient, kind, and heartbreakingly vulnerable. One evening, as we sat talking about life and loss, she broke down. Without thinking, I hugged her, and it felt different—more than comfort.

Now, Ishika and I are going on dates, sharing laughs, and having regular sex. For the first time since her loss, she seems genuinely happy, and honestly, so am I. I don’t feel guilt—I feel proud that I could bring light back into her life when she needed it most.

The only thing that bothers me is how long this will last. She deserves love and stability, but I’m married, and this can’t go on forever. Still, I don’t regret a thing. Seeing her smile, knowing I’ve given her comfort and pleasure, makes it all feel worth it. For now, I’m just living in the moment.