It’s a strange kind of loneliness, isn’t it? The kind that creeps in despite having friends, a decent job, and a seemingly normal life in a bustling Indian city. For eight long years, my life had been a Sahara desert when it came to intimacy. Eight years. Most of my friends are married, some with kids, and I’d perfected the art of dodging questions about my love life. Inside, though, it was a constant battle. I’ve always been someone who craves an emotional connection, a soul bond before any physical one. That’s why the dry spell lasted so long; I refused to compromise my values.
Eight Years of Silence: My Secret Confession of Hiring an Escort
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