I'm Joynul, 38 and divorced after a 5-year marriage that ended when I was 25. Typical Bangladeshi guy in the UK, running the show as the head waiter in an Indian restaurant. I stand at 5'7", got a bit of a belly, but still flaunting a full head of hair with a sleek haircut. Spent my years from 30 to 38 chasing after girls, diving into one-night stands, and maybe a few encounters with escorts.
Family started pestering me about finding a wife and settling down again, but given my age, no girl from the UK Bengali community showed any interest. So, the family suggested I head back to Desh and search for a wife there.
Returned back home with my parents, and they introduced me to a few girls. Unfortunately, none of them showed any interest, probably because of my age and the fact that I was a bit of a bum back in the UK.
After a while, they introduced me to Happy Begum. A year younger than me and also a divorcee. She faced similar challenges -- her age made it tough, and the stigma of being divorced, along with the pain of a stillbirth, added to the hurdles in finding a match.
Happy, at 37, carried a bit of weight, as expected for a Bangladeshi woman her age. Her brown skin framed thick thighs and a meaty breast, complemented by long black hair. Lips slightly stained red from the pan she chewed along with a nose stud. Meaty, chunky arms graced with gold bangles from her previous marriage. A small necklace nestled in her deep cleavage diverted attention from her neck rolls. Not a classic beauty, but a touch of makeup worked wonders, bringing out her inherent fuckable look.
Happy carried a bit of a reputation in the village, labeled as a "silan" due to some questionable encounters with characters like Khamla betas and rickshaw drivers. I couldn't be one to judge, considering my own history of sleeping around and encounters with escorts.
We got hitched on a Saturday in a town hall with just a few guests. Since it was a small wedding, things wrapped up quickly, and we were back in our place. Some cousins weren't on board, so the turnout was pretty small.
Happy's wedding saree was a red. I gifted her nine bori gold necklaces and matching bangles.Happy looked stunning in the red saree, her fuckable figure most likely gave all the uncles and cousins a raging boner. The excessive makeup enhanced her beauty, making her look really good even made her neck rolls look sexy.