Twelve months later, I feel it’s time to put pen to paper—figuratively speaking—and share the events that turned my life upside down. First, let me introduce myself. I’m Jayshree, a 52-year-old college professor and housewife, married with two grown children. My husband, Ramesh, has always been average in bed—once or twice a week, mechanical, with little regard for my needs or desires. Honestly, I never pushed for more, assuming that’s just how it was for most married women. But then, my eldest son’s wedding happened, and everything changed.

My son, Rohan, and his fiancée, Neha, live and work in the UK, but their wedding was set to take place in India. The reception was booked at the Holiday Inn, and our entire family arranged to stay there for Friday and Saturday nights. The big day arrived, and it was spectacular in more ways than one. The wedding ceremony was beautiful, and as the groom’s mother, I was emotional, tears streaming down my face. The reception was just as perfect—witty speeches, delicious food, and endless drinks. It was the alcohol that sparked the chain of events leading to a life-altering experience.