[part 4](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/n2zhwy/my_life_and_sexual_stories_as_small_town_indian/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=iossmf)
Disclaimer: This part is completely non sexual.
I came to bangalore. I took a flat rent at Koramangala, yeah I got a good job so i can stay at Koramangala renting a 1bhk. I liked the Bangalore weather. I joined new office, people were so much professional here. The tea and smoking break started to become productive instead of politics. Everyone helped me to get settled.
As days progressed I realized I stalk here more than the men, lol. People give so much respect to a lady. In the meantime my family was able to find a man for me. They were so frightened to keep me alone in other state. I started to talk with the boy. He was working in one of the top most company in the world. After initial few days of basic calls, we decided to know more about us. We went to forum mall for a date, ate pizzas. :) I was so happy to dream about my future. I was feeling proud to be wife of a ****** employee.
We started video calls, then sexting, but i was yet to send him any nudes. Our marriage was fixed in upcoming marriage season by our parents. One fine day he told okay let’s tell about our pasts. Then he told he had 3 girlfriends. 2 were in school and college life in Kolkata. 1 was in Bangalore. He was physical with all of them, he had first sex at the age of 17. The recent one gave him too much pain as they were in live together. They used to fuck each and everyday and how much he misses sex now. The girl was bi and she invited her girlfriends there too and he had multiple threesomes. He also told few more days of wait and he could fuck me after marriage. I was laughing.
Then he asked me about my past. I told him everything. At first he gave the consolation. I was crying so much. He told me he is coming to my room. I told no, yet he came within half an hour. He hugged me tight, i started to cry again. He tried to kiss me and i kissed him. He then put his hands on my ass under the panty. I took it out and told him no. He asked why? I told i would not do it before marriage. He told – “why can’t? You let so many people fuck you, then why are you telling no to your would-be to touch your body?”. I was shocked.
He again came to touch and i told no. He got angry and started to yell and slang me, he called me whore. I slapped him hard. He went out of my room. The next day morning my parents told his parent cancelled the marriage. I tried to call him, it was blocked. I was blocked from everywhere. I was devastated. I cried so much. I took leave for 1 week. I got calls from all my new friends in office gang. All of them came and supported me. After a week i rejoined office. I became hopeless for marriage. I tried talking with 2 more guys and let them know about my pasts very early. I didn’t want to get heartbroken again. As expected they never come back next day.
I was working hard in my office. I started to be happy again. For the first time i went to pub in Bangalore with my office gang and i danced so much. I was missing the photography. I tried to contact few photographers but didn’t happen anything. Suddenly i got a call from a Kolkata based boudior photographer and he told me he is interested to work with me. My Instagram feed is awesome and asked me whether I’m interested for boudior or not. I didn’t want to lose the chance and i said yes. Durgapuja was coming, so i would go home. We fixed a date on Sunday on a reputed hotel for the shoot after talking over phone. He assured me to provide a fee, it was nominal as I’m not a recognised face but i was happy because it would be my first income from photography.
Tbc..
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