Myself Wasim Siddiqui, I am 24 years old working in an Insurance Company as Senior Sales Manager. I joined the job when I was in college itself. It was like a part time job but when it started to cherish my needs, I quitted college from regular basis to distance learning and joined full time for job. Result was rapid growth in just two years and when I was 22, I was well established. My family started to search a bride and soon it was being found with the name of Rukhsana. She was a mind-blowing beauty, tall of height, oval shaped face, puffy and pink lips, fair skin, and long hairs. She wore tight salwar kameez and my goodness the boobs were round and firm. She had wide waist and thick thighs, but it was matching to her body ratio. She belongs to a poor family was cultured girl and followed every type of rituals dutifully. Beyond this, she was very shy of nature, hardly spoke and never abused anyone. She was a perfect bride for me, I had a joint family and I wanted a girl who can hold my family still. She belongs to a poor family, which was my first condition, so that she does not find the guts to raise her voice in the family. We got married, I plucked her virginity but this is not a part of story. She being so shy usually didn’t opposed even to wrong things and so she felt depressed. Therefore, I suggested her to write a daily about her daily activities, if she pens it down, she will not feel depressed. She picked the idea and started to write one. Soon she was pregnant and she delivered me a boy. I was happy like anything and the boy started to grow well. When he was a year old we started alternative food, she breastfed the baby yet supplementary food was being started. One tragic day my grandfather expired and we visited the village. After he was being buried the will was being read. My grandfather had farms and he distributed all the land in two parts. One was for me and other was for my uncle. My uncle was a greedy man, elder to my father but as per her nature we did not had good relation with them. His family consisted of four sons but the youngest of them was also elder to me. We never visited them even their place was just 3 hours from us. He was farming the land until then, and was very much frustrated with the division. He never shared anything from the produced and now his thinking was that his production would be reducing to half. Therefore, he passed the offer to me to sell the land to him only and offered a rate. The rate was market rate but still I discussed it with my father. My father said that we never cultivated anything and we will usually sell the farms, so it will be better to sell him only. We have a bad relationship with them, this way we can make our relationship healthier.