Forced marriage turned toxic

Marriage Without Compatibility

A 36-year-old man shares how a forced marriage for the sake of dying parents turned toxic, leading to affairs, legal threats, and emotional chaos—seeking help to find peace and justice.

Rushed Wedding Due to Family Pressure

I am a 36-year-old man, married for over five years, now entering the sixth year of what began as a union more for our parents than ourselves. Our marriage was rushed because both sets of parents were severely ill and feared they wouldn’t live long enough to witness our weddings. Their wish was fulfilled, and they passed away three years ago, content that we were married.

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Emotional Turmoil After Marriage

From the beginning, our marriage was clouded by grief and emotional stress due to the declining health of our parents. We spent our early married life taking care of them, emotionally drained and distant from one another. This left us with no space to develop intimacy or compatibility as partners.

Counseling Brought Temporary Relief

After our parents passed, we were able to focus on ourselves for the first time in years. We began attending counseling sessions together, which helped us grieve and process our emotions. Counseling brought temporary emotional relief, but it also opened our eyes to the reality of our incompatibility.

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Living Separate Lives Within a Marriage

Once the emotional haze lifted, we discovered that we had very little in common. Our values, goals, and even basic interests didn’t align. Instead of fighting, we mutually allowed each other to pursue happiness in our own way—even if that meant being with other people. We never judged each other for having affairs; it was our way of surviving.

Mutual Affairs and Acceptance

We began living separate emotional and physical lives while remaining married on paper. This unique understanding kept things peaceful for a while. However, things took a dark turn when we both started discussing divorce more seriously and realized that detaching legally wouldn’t be as simple as emotionally letting go.

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Threats Over Property and False Cases

My wife, now legally married but living her own life, started threatening me with false dowry accusations if I didn’t hand over all the marital property. Since her current partner is a lawyer with powerful legal connections, she’s using that influence to intimidate me. She’s even going so far as to demand that I pay for the future childcare of her children with her boyfriend.

Gender Bias in Adultery Laws

Indian law does not recognize adultery as a criminal offense anymore, and more importantly, there’s no legal provision for a husband to charge his wife with adultery. This legal vacuum puts me in a helpless situation where her actions cannot be legally contested on moral grounds.

My Girlfriend Is Now Involved

My current girlfriend, who has supported me until now, is growing frustrated. After receiving threats from my wife, she’s begun to reconsider our relationship. She’s given me an ultimatum—to either resolve this legal and emotional chaos or risk losing her too.

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Paying the Price for Being an Excessively Handsome, Drop-Dead Gorgeous Man

Discover the hilarious yet controversial story of a man who’s paying the price for being an excessively handsome, drop-dead gorgeous man, navigating through charm, chaos, and consequences at the workplace.

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The Curse of Being an Excessively Handsome, Drop-Dead Gorgeous Man

I never thought being excessively handsome, drop-dead gorgeous would become a problem in my life. My angular jawline, cleft chin, and dimples on both sides of my face are a gift—or so I thought. My soft, wavy hair and a John Abraham-styled smirk seemed like a winning combination. Every time I wanted something from a woman, all I had to do was flash my dimples, and she was instantly captivated by my charm.

It started as harmless fun, a series of casual flings. But being excessively handsome, drop-dead gorgeous has its downsides. My workplace became my playground, and I soon had a “body count” of 27. Out of those, 22 were women I worked with daily. They never suspected that I wasn’t exclusively theirs, as I made each of them promise to keep our “relationship” a secret.

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The Strain of Being Excessively Handsome, Drop-Dead Gorgeous

At first, it was thrilling, but soon my charm turned into a burden. All my girlfriends started demanding more time, attention, and effort. Their texts piled up faster than my work emails, and I found myself overwhelmed. Being excessively handsome, drop-dead gorgeous was becoming a full-time job!

Thankfully, my female boss was sympathetic. After a weekend at her apartment, she started allowing me to take frequent leaves, show up late, and leave early. However, this arrangement came at a cost, adding another layer of complexity to my already tangled web.

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Financial Woes of Being Excessively Handsome, Drop-Dead Gorgeous

What nobody tells you about being excessively handsome, drop-dead gorgeous is how expensive it gets. Dates, gifts, and outings drained my paycheck by the 5th of every month. Desperate for relief, I convinced the finance head to cover my grocery bills. But I knew this was not sustainable.

The only person who knows about my escapades is the HR manager. While she’s deeply in love with me, I live in constant fear that one day she might let the truth slip. And honestly, I’m terrified. I’m only 5’1″, and these women are strong enough to teach me a painful lesson if they ever find out.

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The Mystery of the Numbers

One thing keeps puzzling me: why does my diary say I’ve slept with 27 people in the office, yet the count from the email signatures is 22? Could there have been mistakes in my calculations, or am I missing something? The mathematics of being excessively handsome, drop-dead gorgeous remains a mystery.

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What Should I Do?

Being excessively handsome, drop-dead gorgeous has brought me joy, complications, and plenty of chaos. But now, I find myself at a crossroads. How long can I keep up this charade? How do I untangle myself from the web I’ve created without facing disaster?

If you were in my shoes, what would you do? Let me know—I need help before my secret life unravels completely.

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Navigating Workplace Boundaries: A Personal Dilemma

An unexpected incident with my manager left me questioning workplace boundaries and my own emotions. Should I report it or stay silent? Here’s my story of confusion and conflict.

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A Workplace Conversation Takes a Turn

I work with a company called XYZ. For most of our team communications, we rely heavily on WhatsApp. We have a group for team discussions, and sometimes we message directly for work-related matters.

A few days ago, I was texting my manager about a project. He’s a man in his 40s, someone I’ve known for two years. Over that time, I’ve only seen him focused on work—no small talk, no jokes, just a serious demeanor.

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The Unexpected Incident

As we exchanged work-related messages, he began sharing some images relevant to the project. But suddenly, amid those, he sent me a photo that shocked me: a picture of his private parts. Almost immediately, he deleted it.

He never mentioned it, never apologized, and acted as though nothing had happened. I, however, had already taken a screenshot.

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Confusion and Conflict

Since that moment, I’ve been wrestling with myself. A part of me knows this was inappropriate—a clear boundary was crossed. Reporting it to HR seems like the logical thing to do.

Yet, another part of me feels drawn to him in a way I never expected. He’s not the stereotypical gym-sculpted guy with a six-pack but a big, muscular man with a dad-bod that hints at regular workouts. I can’t stop thinking about him—about the incident, about him as a person, and the situation has become all-consuming.

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What Should I Do?

I feel disgusted one moment and intrigued the next. Reporting him feels like the right step professionally, but emotionally, I’m a mess. How can one incident create such a complex tangle of feelings?

I know I need to find clarity and decide soon—for myself and for the professional boundaries we’re supposed to maintain.

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