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I am a Sugar Baby. I know, it’s not something you will approve of. You might scorn me. Or even call me names. But this is my reality. Now, if you don’t know what a sugar baby is, let me explain. It is when a rich man takes care of you financially in exchange for company and sex. No, it’s not prostitution. You have to give to the company. Talk to him. Travel with him. And party with him. In exchange, you will have a lot of financial gains and gifts.

I was born into a lower-middle-class family. By 22 I was working as a maths teacher in a private school in a small town in India. By 23 I was married to another teacher. He taught English in another school. He was 25 then. We moved into a one-bedroom apartment in a decent colony. By 25, I was the mother of a son. Then, it was mostly school and raising him. We lived a normal life. opposite of sugar daddy Ate at home. Went to places like Shimla or Manali once a year in the summer breaks.







I don’t know if I loved my life or just went with it. But this was the life I knew.



Until one day my husband decided to open a coaching institute. He found a partner. I was apprehensive. Something did not feel right. But I gave in to his persuasion. Also, I thought maybe it was our only way to a better life. We invested all we had.

But my fears came true. The partner cheated. We had nothing left. Even the papers he signed were forged. So here we were. My husband was jobless. We had debts. A son to take care of. And the only income was my salary, which I assure you is not much. My husband was almost blacklisted from the teaching fraternity because the news went around, that he scammed kids in his coaching and ran away with the money. So we were not sure if he would ever find a job. It became darker each day. He was diagnosed with clinical depression. That also meant more bills.



Six months down the line things were becoming unbearable. People close to us almost deserted us. Who wants to be with broke people who had a scandal to their name? The thing with small towns is that everyone knows about everything. Then my father died and my mom came to live with us. Her presence was the only relief.