He married a woman 19 years older because “she’s experienced and deep,” but at 3 a.m., as he was on his way to the bathroom, he discovered something that left him frozen

Ravi, 26, was known among his friends as “the wise man with vision,” the kind who didn’t like young girls or obsess over superficial beauty. What fascinated him were older, experienced women.

So when Ravi married Meera, 44, everyone was stunned.

She had once been a creative director: elegant, self-assured, with an elegant charm. Her conversations were rich and thoughtful, and she seemed to understand men better than they understood themselves. Just two months after dating, Ravi said yes to becoming her husband.

“Others are chasing 18-year-old girls. Me? I married someone 18 years older. And I don’t regret anything!”
“She’s mature, she’s wise…”
“She understands me like no one else!”

Ravi proudly declared it at his wedding.

Noche de bodas.

The bedroom was romantic, softly lit with scented candles. Ravi, feeling nervous and excited, put on his nightwear and waited in bed.

Meera walked in gracefully, wearing a long white silk nightgown. Her makeup was still perfect, her curly hair falling like waves. She sat on the edge of the bed… smiled softly… and said nothing.

No touching. No talking. No movement.

Ravi cleared his throat:

“Um… Would you like to speak first?”

She nodded slightly, still smiling, but said nothing.

Ravi thought: Maybe she wants me to take the initiative…

Just as he was about to catch up with her, she whispered:

“I’m tired. Let me sleep first.”

Then he turned to the wall and fell silent.

3 a.m.

Ravi woke up and needed to use the bathroom. He quietly slid out of bed and tiptoed into the bathroom. As he passed by the full-length mirror next to the closet, something caught his eye and froze him in place.

The white lace nightgown Meera had been wearing…

… it hung carefully from a hook.

Ravi slowly turned his head to look at the bed.

Meera was still there, facing the wall, her hair long on the pillow.
Her wedding ring still on her finger.

But if Meera was in the bathroom… So who was lying in that nightgown?

At that moment, the light above flickered.

The figure’s arm fell over the edge of the bed… abnormal light, as if it were hollow.

Ravi panicked and ran towards him.

He tore off the blanket…

A full-size silicone mannequin lay still.

His face was eerily realistic, still with the same serene smile as before.
His left arm, connected by a sticky hook, had detached and hung loose.

Ravi shouted:

“WHAT IS THIS?! MEERA?!”

The bathroom door creaked open.

Meera came out, without makeup, with her hair in a bun, completely calm.

“Oh… Are you awake?” she asked sweetly.
“I don’t usually sleep next to strangers the first night… so I let my ‘little sister’ take my place.”
“Wasn’t she sweet? She didn’t argue, she didn’t ask for anything…”

Ravi duration:

“T-that… that thing… is it fake?”

Meera blinked:

“You said you loved experienced women… So you’re going to have to get used to some… creative sleeping arrangements.”

From that night on, Ravi had a new midnight fear:

“My wife could be in the bathroom…
But the one sleeping next to me? I’m not sure it’s real
anymore.”