So my husband was about 18 years old when his father died of cancer. And he doesn’t remember anything really well, but as soon as his father died, the relationship between his mom and Zakhir’s uncle got much more loving.
She always had Zakhir’s uncle as her boyfriend since she was in her 20s.
Sagar was Zakhir’s uncle’s blood, and she was pregnant as her husband died, so nobody questioned her as it was a tragic and sad moment, and no one wanted to make it more miserable for her.
Sagar, when he got older, knew that something was wrong between him and my husband. He asked his mom multiple times to give him some pictures of their father, and he wanted to see if his suspicion was correct. She didn’t give any, so when Sagar got older and me and my husband were shifted out of our bungalow, Sagar and his mom lived alone, so he confronted her again, and she said everything.
It all started because her husband was at work for hours and hours, she didn’t get any sex, and she asked her husband multiple times and still got no reaction from him; it was sad and she wanted to do it. Then came Zakhir into her life; he was a man who lived just beside her for years, and they had a good bond; he started to fuck her, and that made their affair, and that’s how it all started. My husband at that time was a new born, so it was impossible for someone to catch her doing this.
This affair went on for years and years; she was getting fucked two times a week, and Zakhir’s uncle was not leaving her. Soon her husband gets very ill and has cancer. The affair got stronger as Zakhir was giving his mom the mental support and care she needed at that time, and that was the time when she got pregnant by Zakhir. Just a few days later her husband died.
She called Zakhir, and Sagar was shocked to see him, as he was a very regular guest and was more of a family member due to his regular visits.
Then Zakhir and his mom both confronted him and told him everything; it was a very hard time in his life as he never knew who his father was, and suddenly her mother calls him and he shows up.
My husband was also listening carefully to this story, and then my husband started sharing his side of the story. When he was in middle school, his mom used to call Zakhir uncle, and he used to see them get along, and he has seen them about hundreds of times having sex.
He showed me a picture of Zakhir’s uncle and his mom, and I was in shock; I was devastated; it all made sense now why I got married to my husband and why I got connected to this family.
So the man called Zakhir is none other than my own uncle, and my mother is Zakhir’s real blood-related sister. And they also have a more-than-brother-sister relationship. I have also seen them go into the bedroom and lock me out. It was so devastating to hear this story and to know that Sagar and I have some sort of relation.
I wasn’t Zakhir’s daughter; I have my own father, and I have proof of it, so the relation between me and Sagar is that he is my cousin. He is my uncle’s son, and that’s what makes him my cousin.