You know who you are - you’re a looker but from a time when spaghettis and short skirts and hot pants weren’t the norm . You make the saree look sexy .

You were the diva of your time , but certainly not promiscuous. You were raised right - taught the right values - to be a good traditional wife , to cook , to be a mother . Even now , no man other than your husband has ever touched you .

You’re smart , you’re intelligent , you’re sexy and yet there’s a hole that you can’t fill . You crave something- but you still haven’t found the words to describe it .

Your husband is nice - well educated , CXO , good body too , and looks almost 10 years younger than his peers and yet , Something’s missing .

You’re vivacious, he’s plain . You’re an extrovert, he’s an introvert . You love compliments and he doesn’t give you any . You cook delicious spreads after spreads and yet!!!!

he doesn’t even acknowledge the hard work you put in when you guys went through difficult financial times. He’s doesn’t appreciate how sexy your feet look .

Quite simply , He doesn’t smile the way I do when I see you all decked up .

I am his antithesis but yet within the realm of good boys . I’m rebellious but still chivalrous. I don’t make as much money as him but when I’m with you , I am TRULY with you . I seem to have a wonderful time chilling with you and you can talk about anything in the world . You’re not sure whether I enjoy the conversation more or just looking at you .

I can’t help but flirt with you shamelessly even though I’m forbidden . You can feel my eyes really drinking you up when I look at you from head to toe whenever we meet .

You love the attention. No one compliments you so boldly and with double meanings . And yet , your “good girl” upbringing forbids you from enjoying it fully . You blush sometimes but mostly you just dismiss it .

But you can’t help wonder what if there was a day where it all changed .

How would it go ? How do I finally succeed in helping you overcome your strict upbringing and boundaries ?