The Choice of Love
The Silent Struggle
Rima and Lin had been married for five years, bound by love but haunted by an unfulfilled dream—parenthood. Their days were filled with laughter, love, and mutual respect, but their nights carried an unsaid sadness. Lin had always been gentle, caring, and incredibly supportive, but his low sperm count had cast a shadow over their hopes of having a child.
One evening, Rima sat by the window, watching the city lights shimmer in the distance. Lin entered the room and placed a warm cup of tea beside her.
“Are you thinking about it again?” he asked softly, taking a seat beside her.
Rima sighed, turning to him with a tired smile. “I can’t help it, Lin. I know it’s not your fault, but I want to hold our baby in my arms. I want to see a little version of us running around this house.”
Lin held her hand tightly. “We’ll find a way, Rima. No matter what it takes.”
The Discovery of Hope
Determined, they spent weeks researching different fertility treatments. IVF, adoption, surrogacy—each option seemed either financially straining or emotionally exhausting. Then, one day, Rima came across artificial insemination.
Excited, she ran to Lin, who was fixing his watch collection at their bedside table.
“Lin, listen to this! We don’t need IVF. We can do artificial insemination. We find a donor, and the doctor inserts his sperm inside me. It’s natural, safe, and not as expensive!”
Lin looked at her, intrigued. “Does it have a good success rate?”
“Yes! Many couples do it, and it works. We just need to find the right donor.”
Hope sparkled in Lin’s eyes for the first time in months. “Then let’s do it.”
Finding the Donor
After weeks of searching, they found Aarav—a healthy, educated, and kind-hearted man willing to be their sperm donor. He was in his early thirties, fit, with deep brown eyes and a warm smile. He had donated before and understood the emotional weight of the process.
When they met him in a quiet café, Aarav shook Lin’s hand firmly and smiled at Rima. “I understand how important this is for both of you. I’ll do my best to help.”
Lin nodded. “We appreciate this more than words can say.”
Rima’s heart swelled with gratitude. She felt as if a missing piece of their puzzle had finally fallen into place.

The Doctor’s Advice
Their next stop was the fertility clinic. The doctor, an experienced woman in her fifties, reviewed Rima’s reports carefully. After a few minutes, she looked at them with a serious expression.
“Artificial insemination works, but the chances of success improve significantly if there’s natural intimacy between the couple during the conception period.”
Lin frowned slightly. “But… since the donor is providing the sperm, how does that help?”
The doctor explained patiently. “It’s not just about sperm. A woman’s body responds differently to natural intimacy. The hormones released during real intercourse create a more favorable environment for pregnancy. Many couples who do artificial insemination are advised to have physical intimacy during the process.”
Rima nodded thoughtfully. “I see… So you’re saying, the more natural stimulation my body gets, the better the chances?”
“Exactly,” the doctor confirmed.
As they left the clinic, Rima was lost in thought.

The Bold Decision
That night, after returning from the doctor’s clinic, Rima sat in their dimly lit bedroom, lost in thought. The doctor’s words echoed in her mind—”The chances of pregnancy improve with natural intimacy.”
She turned to Lin, who was checking his phone absentmindedly. Her heart pounded as she tried to find the right words.
“Lin… I need to talk to you about something important.”
Lin looked up, noticing the seriousness in her tone. “What is it?”
She took a deep breath. “I’ve been thinking about what the doctor said. About how natural intimacy helps increase the chances of conception.”
Lin nodded slowly. “Yeah, but that applies to couples trying naturally. In our case, we’re using a donor.”
Rima’s fingers tightened around the bedsheet. “What if I… spent some time with Aarav? What if I moved in with him for a few days and made sure the process was as natural as possible?”
Lin’s entire body stiffened. His phone slipped from his grip, landing softly on the bed. “You mean… actually sleeping with him?”
She didn’t look away. “Yes.”
Silence stretched between them, thick with tension. Lin’s face paled. “Rima, are you hearing yourself? How can you even suggest this?”
She reached for his hands, her touch warm but firm. “Lin, listen to me. This is not about cheating or betraying you. This is about making sure we have the best chance at having a baby.”
Lin pulled his hands back. “You can just receive the sperm through insemination. That was the plan. Why are you suddenly talking about… this?”
Rima’s voice remained steady. “Because it all matters. The body responds differently when it’s natural. The environment inside my womb, the hormonal changes—it’s all interconnected. If I’m going to do this, I want to give it the best chance.”
Lin swallowed hard. “But… you’re my wife, Rima. How do you expect me to accept this?”
She sighed, running a hand through her hair. “I know it’s not easy. I know this is painful for you. But think about why we’re doing this. We want a child, Lin. This is the best way to make it happen.”
Lin’s jaw clenched. “And what about us? What about me? How am I supposed to just sit here while you go and… be with another man?”
Rima softened her voice. “You won’t lose me, Lin. This is just for a week. After that, it’s back to us. Back to our life. This is about our future, not our emotions.”
Lin turned away, his face tense with emotions he couldn’t express.
Preparing for the Next Step
Over the next few days, Rima prepared herself—both physically and mentally. The first thing she did was book a waxing appointment. As she sat in the salon, feeling the warmth of the wax against her skin, she stared at her reflection in the mirror. Her heart was heavy, but deep down, there was something else.
Excitement.
It had been years since she had been with anyone other than Lin. And now, for the first time, she was about to be intimate with another man. The thought sent a shiver through her, one that she quickly suppressed. She was a good wife. She loved Lin. This wasn’t about pleasure—it was about purpose.
That evening, she went shopping alone. She picked out delicate lingerie—soft lace and satin, things she hadn’t worn in years. As she ran her fingers over the fabric, she felt a pang of guilt. Why was she doing this? Why did she care about how she looked for Aarav?
When she returned home, Lin noticed the shopping bag immediately. “What’s this?” he asked, his voice cautious.
Rima hesitated before placing the bag on the bed. “Just some essentials.”
Lin’s eyes narrowed as he pulled out a black lace bra and matching panties. His face darkened. “Rima… why would you need this? You’re just supposed to receive his sperm, not seduce him!”
She took the lingerie back from him and placed it inside the wardrobe. “Lin, it all matters. My confidence, my comfort, my mindset. I need to feel right about this.”
Lin scoffed. “Or maybe you’re looking forward to it.”
The accusation hit her like a slap. “That’s not fair, Lin!” she snapped. “You think I want to do this? You think I don’t feel guilty? I hate that we’re in this situation, but I am doing what’s best for us. You need to trust me.”
Lin exhaled sharply, his hands running through his hair in frustration. “I just don’t know if I can handle this, Rima.”
She stepped closer, placing a hand on his chest. “Then don’t handle it. Just endure it. For me. For our child.”
Lin looked into her eyes, searching for hesitation, but he found only determination.
Setting the Rules
The night before she left, Rima laid out a set of rules for the next seven days.
“Lin, I need you to contact me as little as possible,” she said firmly.
Lin frowned. “What do you mean?”
“Only once or twice a day. No emotional conversations, no guilt-tripping. I need my mind to be clear, and I can’t do this if you’re constantly questioning me.”
Lin’s hands balled into fists. “You’re asking me to stay silent while my wife sleeps with another man?”
Rima sighed. “Lin, please. This is already hard enough. I don’t want to fight with you every day. This is a temporary arrangement. One week. That’s all.”
Lin stared at her for a long moment before nodding. “Fine. One week. But you come back to me, Rima. You promise me that.”
She placed a gentle kiss on his forehead. “Always.”
As she zipped up her suitcase, a knot of emotions tightened in her chest. Guilt, love, fear, and a strange anticipation swirled inside her. She was stepping into unknown territory, one that would test the strength of their marriage, their trust, and their love.
With one last look at Lin, she picked up her bag and walked out the door, heading toward Aarav’s place—toward a decision that would change everything.
The Choice of Love – Part 2
. Lin’s Loneliness and Torment
After Rima left, the house felt unbearably empty. Lin wandered through the rooms aimlessly, his mind replaying their last conversation over and over.
He tried to distract himself by working late at his office, but even there, his thoughts drifted back to her. Was she with Aarav right now? Were they in bed? Was she… enjoying it?
Each night, he lay awake, staring at the ceiling, haunted by the mental images his jealousy and insecurity created. He had agreed to this. But agreeing and enduring were two different things.
He checked his phone frequently, hoping for a message from Rima, but none came. Hours turned into a full day.
The First Message
On the evening of the second day, his phone vibrated. His heart pounded as he grabbed it.
Rima: “I have done it for the first time with him… It was good. The doctor says it’s better to do it frequently. Also, he is very strong and ejaculates a lot, so we should get good results soon.”
Lin’s stomach twisted into knots. He felt sick. His hands trembled as he read the words over and over. She had done it. With him. And she said it was good.
His fingers hovered over the keyboard, his mind raging with emotions—anger, jealousy, humiliation. Why was she being so blunt? Did she not care how this made him feel?
Taking a deep breath, he typed: “Did you… enjoy it?”

A few minutes later, his phone buzzed again.
Rima: “Lin, don’t ask me things like that.”
He clenched his jaw and responded. “Did you orgasm?”
There was a long silence. Then, finally, she replied: “Yes. Don’t ask me such things again.”
Lin’s breath caught in his throat. His worst fear was confirmed. It wasn’t just mechanical for her. She had felt something.
He shut his eyes tightly. Did she moan for Aarav? Did she hold him the way she held Lin?
The thought crushed him.

10. Rima’s New Life for a Week
    At Aarav’s apartment, things had settled into a rhythm. He was a gentleman, respectful, and aware of the emotional weight of the situation.
    On the first night, Rima had been nervous. But Aarav had been patient, reassuring her that they could go at her pace.
    “You don’t have to force yourself, Rima,” he had said, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear.
    She had smiled weakly. “I know. But I want this to work.”
    They had taken their time, letting things happen naturally. And when it finally did, Rima had been surprised by how easy it felt. How her body responded to him.
    Deep down, she hated to admit that there was a part of her that enjoyed the newness, the excitement. But after it was over, guilt clawed at her heart.
    Still, she reminded herself: This was for Lin. This was for their child.
    The next morning, the doctor had visited to check on her.
    “I want to make sure the insemination is progressing well,” the doctor said as Rima sat on the examination table in Aarav’s bedroom, wearing only a robe.
    Aarav sat nearby, leaning against the wall, his gaze respectful but observant.
    The doctor examined her, nodding approvingly. “His sperm has a good chance. The environment inside your body is responding well.”
    Rima let out a relieved breath. “That’s good to hear.”
    “But remember,” the doctor added, “the more frequently you engage in natural intercourse, the higher the chances.”
    Rima nodded. “We will continue.”
    She saw Aarav give her a reassuring nod. She was grateful for how patient and understanding he was.
    After the doctor left, Aarav turned to her. “Are you okay?”
    She wrapped her arms around herself. “Yeah… It’s just a lot to process.”
    He hesitated before stepping closer. “If you ever feel uncomfortable, you can stop.”
    She gave him a small smile. “I appreciate that, Aarav. But I want this to work.”
    Lin’s Struggle with Insecurity
    That night, Lin couldn’t sleep. He kept picturing Rima and Aarav together. The way she had admitted to orgasming… the way she described him as strong.
    He hated it. He hated how powerless he felt.
    When he finally messaged her again, he asked: “Are you still wearing clothes around him, or…?”
    Rima replied after a while.
    “Mostly nothing. It makes things easier for him. It’s not like I’m shy anymore.”
    Lin threw his phone across the room.
    Not shy anymore?
    The woman who once blushed when he saw her naked was now casually undressing for another man? Had she already gotten used to him?
    His mind was spiraling. He needed to talk to her. He needed to hear her voice.
    He called her.
    She picked up after a few rings. “Lin? What’s wrong?”
    His voice came out strained. “Rima, I don’t know if I can do this anymore.”
    She sighed. “Lin, we agreed—”
    “You’re already comfortable with him. You’re walking around naked. You had an orgasm! How am I supposed to be okay with this?”
    Rima closed her eyes, trying to stay calm. “Lin, I don’t love him. I don’t even have feelings for him. I am just doing what’s necessary.”
    “Necessary? And what happens if you start liking it too much? What if you start wanting him more than me?”
    Her chest tightened. “That won’t happen.”
    Lin’s voice was bitter. “You say that now. But I’ve already lost parts of you I thought were mine alone.”
    Rima’s eyes welled up. “Lin… I love you. Please trust me.”
    Silence.
    Then Lin said in a broken voice, “I just don’t want to lose you, Rima.”
    She bit her lip. “You won’t. Just endure this. For us.”
    Lin exhaled shakily. “Fine. But I need to hear from you. Once a day, at least.”
    Rima hesitated but agreed. “Okay. Once a day.”
    After she hung up, she sat in the darkness, staring at the ceiling. Her emotions were in turmoil.
    She had started this for love. But now, she wasn’t sure what she was feeling anymore

The Choice of Love
Lin’s Private Struggle
After his tense conversation with Rima, Lin sat alone in their dimly lit bedroom. His heart was heavy with emotions he couldn’t put into words—jealousy, sadness, frustration, and something else… something darker.

He couldn’t stop thinking about her. About them. About the way Rima might be giving herself to another man. His mind painted vivid pictures, ones he wished he could erase but couldn’t.
He clenched his fists, running his hand through his hair. Why did he feel this way? Was it anger? Was it sadness? Or was it something deeper—something about wanting to reclaim control over a situation he had willingly allowed?
A strange tension built inside him. His thoughts drifted further, replaying what she had told him—how it had happened, how it had felt good. Against his better judgment, he let himself think about it in detail, imagining Rima in moments of passion with Aarav.
Afterward, he sat on the edge of the bed, guilt consuming him. What was happening to him? He had never imagined himself in this position—feeling conflicted, tormented, and yet… strangely compelled by the situation.
He let out a deep breath, trying to shake off the emotions that swirled inside him. He loved Rima. He needed to trust her. But the uncertainty, the helplessness—it was unbearable.
Rima’s New Reality
Meanwhile, at Aarav’s apartment, Rima was experiencing emotions she had never expected.
Initially, she had been nervous, approaching this arrangement with a sense of duty. But as the days passed, she found herself growing more comfortable, more connected to the process.
She had never thought much about her own physical needs before. She had always loved Lin, and their intimacy had been sweet and familiar. But with Aarav, there was something different—an intensity, a rawness, a discovery of sensations she hadn’t fully explored before.
Their interactions were meant to be clinical, but something unexpected happened. It felt real. The warmth of his hands, the strength in his embrace, the way her body responded—it was overwhelming.
One evening, after their usual time together, Rima sat on the bed, wrapped in a sheet. Aarav leaned against the headboard, watching her with a soft expression.
“Are you okay?” he asked gently.
She nodded slowly. “I didn’t think it would be like this.”
“Like what?”

She hesitated. “I thought it would just be about the baby. Just about making it happen. But… I’m feeling things I didn’t expect.”
Aarav’s eyes darkened slightly, but he remained respectful. “It’s natural, Rima. Intimacy isn’t just physical. It’s emotional, too.”
She swallowed. “But I love Lin.”
“And that hasn’t changed,” Aarav reassured her. “What’s happening here doesn’t erase that. But right now, in this moment, you’re with me. And that’s okay.”
She nodded, feeling a mix of emotions—guilt, pleasure, confusion, and a deep sense of awakening.
The Unexpected Moments
What surprised Rima the most was how much she started looking forward to their time together.
She had drawn boundaries in her mind—no unnecessary attachment, no distractions. But those boundaries began to blur.
The first unexpected moment came when Aarav kissed her. A deep, slow kiss.
She had tensed at first, then melted into it. She hadn’t expected to enjoy it so much.
Later, when she messaged Lin, he finally asked: “I hope you don’t kiss him. I think that’s not necessary for baby production.”
Her heart ached. She had kissed Aarav. Many times. Passionately. Even after the process.
She took a deep breath before replying.
“Lin, you need to understand… a successful process requires complete involvement. The body responds when the mind is engaged. Kissing is just a part of the process. That doesn’t mean you’ve lost me.”
Lin’s response was short. “I don’t like it.”
She sighed. Neither did she, at first. But now? Now she wasn’t so sure.
Another unexpected moment came when they bathed together.
It had started innocently—Aarav had offered to help her wash up, and she had hesitated. But then, under the warm water, she had felt a sense of intimacy she hadn’t anticipated.
Her fingers traced his skin, and when he held her close, she felt safe, wanted.
That night, she lay in bed, staring at the ceiling. Had she crossed a line? Was she betraying Lin in ways she hadn’t expected?
But then she placed a hand on her belly, reminding herself why she was here. She needed this. They needed this.

The Doctor’s Call to Lin
Sensing Lin’s growing distress, the doctor decided to check on him.
When Lin picked up, his voice was cold. “Why are you calling me?”
The doctor’s tone was calm but firm. “Because I can tell this is hard for you, and I want to help you understand something.”
Lin exhaled sharply. “Understand what? That my wife is being intimate with another man while I sit here like a fool?”

The doctor finally make him calm and composed with his professional behaviour
The Choice of Love –
The Doctor’s Suggestion
A week had passed, and the process was nearly complete. Rima had followed through with the plan, and everything seemed to be going well. The doctor, monitoring the situation closely, decided to call Lin once more.
“Lin, I have one last suggestion.”
Lin, exhausted from the emotional turmoil of the past few days, sighed. “What now?”
The doctor’s voice remained calm. “There’s still a small chance that your own sperm could fertilize the egg. It’s rare, but it happens. If you want that chance, you should be with Rima on the last day.”
Lin stiffened. “You mean… after everything?”
“Yes,” the doctor said. “It could help increase the chances of pregnancy overall, and you never know—it might be your child after all.”
Lin exhaled deeply, his heart pounding. “Fine. I’ll do it.”
The Final Night
That evening, Lin arrived at Aarav’s apartment. His stomach churned as he walked up the stairs, his hands cold and clammy. He had agreed to this, but that didn’t make it any easier.
When he entered, the doctor was already there, sitting on the couch with a calm demeanor. Lin took a seat beside him, trying to suppress the overwhelming emotions bubbling inside.
From the closed bedroom door, faint sounds of intimacy drifted into the living room. The rhythmic creaking of the bed, soft murmurs, and quiet gasps reached Lin’s ears. His chest tightened, his breath shallow.
It was real. Even after a week, it was still happening.
He clenched his fists, trying not to picture what was happening behind that door. But the harder he tried, the clearer the images became.
The doctor placed a hand on Lin’s shoulder. “Are you okay?”
Lin swallowed hard. “This is… weird.”
The doctor nodded in understanding. “I know. But you need to focus on what’s important—Rima, and the future you want with her.”
A few minutes later, the door opened. Aarav stepped out, his skin glistening with sweat, his hair slightly disheveled. He looked… satisfied.
Lin’s stomach twisted again. He had never seen another man look like this after being with his wife.
Aarav glanced at Lin, then at the doctor, and gave a small nod before walking past them toward the bathroom.
The doctor turned to Lin and gave a subtle hint. “It’s your turn.”
Lin stood, his legs feeling heavy. He took a deep breath and stepped inside the bedroom.
Reclaiming Each Other
Lin stepped into the dimly lit bedroom, his breath uneven. The air was thick with warmth, carrying the unmistakable scent of sweat and intimacy. As his eyes adjusted to the soft glow of the bedside lamp, his gaze landed on Rima—lying there, her skin damp, her hair tousled, her chest still rising and falling from exertion.
He swallowed hard. She looked different.
Her body glistened under the low light, a faint sheen of sweat covering her flushed skin. As he moved closer, he noticed the way her thighs still trembled slightly, the way she lay open, her body already claimed and filled moments ago.
She turned her head slowly, her eyes meeting his—filled with emotions too complex to name. Guilt, relief, exhaustion… and something else.
“Lin…” her voice was hoarse, breathy.
He sat down on the edge of the bed, his hands gripping the sheets tightly. “Are you okay?” His voice was softer than he expected.
She nodded, her lips slightly parted. “I… I missed you.”
Lin’s eyes flickered down to her lips. They looked swollen, kissed deeply, thoroughly. When he leaned in, he caught the faint scent of someone else, the lingering taste of another man on her breath. It stung, but he ignored it.
He brushed his fingers over her cheek, feeling the damp heat of her skin. “I don’t know what to say, Rima.”
Her eyes softened. “Then don’t say anything. Just… be with me.”
Lin hesitated, his gaze traveling lower. She was still slick, still warm, still marked by what had just happened. The realization sent a sharp pang through his chest, but beneath that… there was something else. Something primal.
His hands moved over her body, tracing familiar curves that suddenly felt unfamiliar. When he kissed her, it was different—her lips tasted of salt and something deeper, something not his. He pulled back for a moment, studying her face.
“You’re still… filled,” he murmured, his voice laced with something between jealousy and curiosity.
Rima exhaled shakily, biting her lip. “Lin… please. Just love me.”
That was all he needed.
Leaning down, he pressed his lips to hers again, this time fully reclaiming her. The night wasn’t about proving anything—it was about finding each other again, anchoring themselves in what they still had.
And as they moved together, he whispered against her ear, “You’re mine, Rima. No matter what happens.”
She wrapped her arms around him, holding on tight. “Yes, Lin. Always.”

A New Beginning
A few weeks later, the test confirmed it—Rima was pregnant.
They didn’t know whose child it was. Maybe it was Aarav’s, maybe it was Lin’s. But in the end, it didn’t matter. Lin was the father. He always would be.
As they stood together, looking at the test, Rima placed a hand on her stomach, tears in her eyes.
“We did it, Lin.”
Lin pulled her into his arms, holding her tightly. “Yes, we did.”
The journey had been difficult, full of emotions they had never expected. But in the end, love had endured. And that was all that mattered.