u/HealthyPension7750

I'm 20, studying for competitive exams at an institute in metro city. A year ago I met Raghav (29M) and Priti (26F). They were the golden couple - the kind you look at and think, *yeah, love is real.*

I called them Raghav Dada and Priti Didi. In Bengali culture, that means something. It means respect. It means family.

We had a whole friend group at the institute. We went on a trip to a beach together - five of us, laughing, eating, just living. Life felt genuinely good.

Then there was Seema.

Seema was Raghav's other friend. Bihari girl, had her own flat. We all used to hang out there - drinking, staying over, the whole thing. I never thought twice about it. Why would I? Raghav and Priti were practically engaged. Their families were involved. A registered marriage was being planned for this year.

Three months ago, Priti Didi called me.

She was sobbing so hard she could barely speak.

Raghav had been sleeping with Seema. Not once. Repeatedly. In Seema's flat - the same flat where Priti and I used to come hang out, completely unaware. While we were right there, they were finding moments. And Priti had *no idea.*

I want you to understand something. Priti is one of the most beautiful people I have ever seen in my life. Inside and out. She didn't deserve a single second of this.

She was completely broken.

So I did what felt right. I told her, *"Let's go to Rishikesh."* It was a random suggestion. I half expected her to say no.

But first she was skeptical that if I can handle all of that, I am so younger than her but i assured her that it would be good for her mental health she said yes..

I want to be clear - I had no, internet intentions doing something bad with her. How would I i called her Didi for almost a year.... That word meant a wall I never even thought about crossing. We took a sleeper bus. Arrived. First day was just sightseeing and talking. We shared a room - she wasn't uncomfortable, I wasn't uncomfortable. Nothing happened.

Day two we did river rafting. She was genuinely smiling for the first time in weeks. She kept grabbing my arm saying *"Thank you. Seriously, thank you."*

That night we were exhausted. We stayed in. Put on music. Opened a bottle.

Two or three drinks in, I noticed she'd gone quiet. Head down. That specific kind of silence that means someone is fighting tears.

I lifted her face and asked what was wrong.

She said *"nothing"* the way people do when everything is wrong.

Then she looked at me. And she leaned in.

And we kissed.

One thing led to another. The music was still playing. Neither of us stopped it.

Afterward we are haveing intercourse she kept whispering - *"you're so much younger than me... why you're doing this"* But we didn't stop. Her body language was not telling me to stop, then, we were pretty comfortable with each other. They need it happened again and again. And also, when we

Came back, it continues...

On the last day she was wearing my t-shirt. She looked at me and said,

*"If you weren't younger than me, I'd probably want to be with you."*

And now I'm home. Staring at the ceiling.

Raghav - the man who cheated on her - still thinks me as a younger brother.

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Priti is the woman I called Didi for a year.

And I don't know what any of this means or what I'm supposed to do next.?