
My ex-girlfriend and I met in 2017. I had to quickly move away for college, so I went long distance for a while. Those 18 months were the most toxic and sexless long-distance days of my life. I wasn’t getting any and getting berated on the call. Had to end things for my mental health.
I went about my life until 6 months later, my ex (Let’s call her H) called me from a new number, boasting about having slept with 3 guys. I felt mad and helpless. I had never felt shittier in my life. That shit scared me. I was by no means getting any action, but the fact that she did all that just to hurt me stayed with me. It wasn’t like I was getting any. But honestly, I felt humiliated.
This call was in 2018 when we were 19 years old. Cut to 2020, lockdown hit. I was stuck in Gurgaon. Things were chill. I noticed during that time my ex-lover’s sister (Let’s call her “S”) had also moved to Delhi near Gurgaon. S and I always had a cordial and almost flirty relationship once we were introduced by H. She was almost my height (I am 6′, she is 5’7″) and had a prettier face and assets. She was studying there and, as movement was limited, had to live in her PG instead of heading back during the lockdown.
Once travel was relaxed, she reached out and connected with me in June of 2020. Restaurants felt unsafe, so I asked her to meet me at my home. I always keep a stacked bar, and this time was no exception. She came on a Saturday wearing simple jeans, a t-shirt, and shoes. Not heading to the gym worked for her, I guess, because she had gained a little weight, especially around her breasts, waist, and thighs.
We sat down for Netflix, and I poured her a gin and tonic as we played ‘Brooklyn Nine-Nine’ and chatted. She was single at the time as well. The topic of course moved to her sister. S and H had been fighting at the time over something petty. I knew exactly what to do at the moment.
“That’s too bad. I can clearly see you’re right in this fight.”














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