Willing to bend, to shatter chains unseen, For access there, where mortal dreams convene.Is love for her, or just the body's fire? Attachment true, or lust's consuming pyre? If she unveils those gates to one alone, He claims a throne in her heart's hidden zone.Marriage talks stirred boy's ancient fevered dream, "Of all I crave, now mine in wedded stream." Family sought, and soon sweet Preeti shone, Her grace my fate, our union swiftly sown.First spark? The flesh—curves sculpted, fair, precise. You judge? Ah, ninety percent pay that price. Questions swirled like monsoons in my mind, But one eclipsed: what secrets would I find?Her vagina's touch, her breasts' forbidden grace— What warmth, what worlds in that most intimate space? Vows exchanged, love bloomed in passion's tide, Yet doubt lingered: her soul, or form beside?Refusal on a night? My temper flared, Days of silence, cold wars we both shared. But union's bliss erased the rift like dew, Healing instant—body's magic, ever true.Time turned, her womb a miracle embraced, Pregnancy's glow, yet shadows fear displaced. Doctors summoned, anxieties took flight: A child arrives—how bear responsibility's weight?C-section loomed, my heart in terror gripped, Knives on her flesh? No, fate must not be clipped. Voi