Bhai and I were poles apart. He is nine years older than me. He’s a gem of a guy and I’m a piece of shit. He is a perfect son – well mannered, family oriented and sanskari. The only mistake he has probably ever made was getting married to Kavina. I have no intention of getting married and my family is not proud of that. I’ve never made my folks proud. I’m the black sheep of this family. And what I’m doing now is making me blacker. And I can’t really stop myself, now that I’ve started it. I want to. But I can’t. One thing leads to another. Yes, I’m in a relationship of sorts with his wife.
An unsuited pair
Kavina is 15 years younger than Bhai. After Bhai cleared his CA, Kavina’s father, who is a chartered accountant himself and my father’s childhood friend, came over to our house and directly asked Bhai if he wanted to marry Kavina or not. Bhai didn’t have the good sense to refuse. She was not his type. But the poor bugger had never been with a woman in his life and a Kavina-type girl would be way out of his league. She was hot though she had failed her class 12 exam. She was dumb, for she chose to marry instead of studying more. Actually, Bhai warmed up to the proposition immediately since she was hot.