EXCERPTS FROM

THE #1 BEST SELLER

AMONG THE HUSBANDS OF THE WORLD AND THOSE ‘ABOUT TO BE MARRIED!

Well, marriage, as they say, is the art of compromise—and when you’re a henpecked husband, it’s an Olympic-level sport. Somewhere between the endless to-do lists, unsolicited life advice, and the constant reminders of all the things I’m apparently doing wrong, I discovered that there was something inherently funny about it all. Humor, after all, is survival, and sometimes laughing at the chaos is the only way to make it through the day with your sanity intact. This book isn’t a complaint. It’s not a guide on how to handle being nagged (I’m still working on that myself). It’s more of a collection of stories, each one highlighting the bizarre, exhausting, and occasionally wonderful experience of living with someone who is always—always—right. And, to be clear, this isn’t about winning or losing. It’s about finding a way to stay married without pulling your hair out.

I also want to acknowledge the inspiration behind these stories—my wife. She’s the muse of my misery and the reason this book exists in the first place. Without her constant “guidance,” I’d likely have far fewer stories to tell. But beneath the nagging, the critiques, and the endless advice, there’s love. And that’s what this book is ultimately about—a celebration of all the madness and humor that comes with marriage.

Humor, after all, is survival, and sometimes laughing at the chaos is the only way to make it through the day with your sanity intact.

This book isn’t a complaint. It’s not a guide on how to handle being nagged (I’m still working on that myself). It’s more of a collection of stories, each one highlighting the bizarre, exhausting, and occasionally wonderful experience of living with someone who is always—always—right. And, to be clear, this isn’t about winning or losing. It’s about finding a way to stay married without pulling your hair out.

Let me make one thing clear from the outset: I love my wife. Deeply. But as anyone who has spent more than five minutes with her can attest, she’s not one to let things slide. No, my wife is the queen of perfectionism, the high priestess of order, and the master (or should I say mistress?) of constant correction. Some might call it “nagging.” I call it a lifestyle.

The honeymoon is where it all began.

When I first said, “I do,” I had no idea what I was actually agreeing to. As far as I was concerned, marriage was going to be a grand adventure filled with romance, laughter, and, of course, a blissful honeymoon where we’d frolic on beaches and enjoy candlelit dinners. I had high expectations, not just of the honeymoon but of my wife too. You see, before the wedding, she had this aura of sweetness, charm, and, dare I say it, serenity. I imagined our marriage would be full of peaceful conversations, mutual decisions, and the occasional spontaneous adventure. Little did I know, I was about to discover a whole new side of her—a side that was waiting for just the right moment to make its grand debut…

… The honeymoon had done more than show me beautiful sights—it had shown me the other side of my wife’s personality. She wasn’t just the charming, easygoing woman I thought I married; she was a relentless perfectionist with a drive that could only be described as unstoppable. Every moment had to be maximized, every plan executed with military precision, and heaven forbid anything fall short of her expectations. From the perfectly timed itineraries to the meticulous attention to detail, she had a vision, and I was just along for the ride—panting and wheezing as I tried to keep up. It dawned on me that I had signed up for a lifetime of this—the ceaseless march toward her version of perfection. And as much as I loved her, I couldn’t help but wonder how on earth I’d survive the relentless pursuit of her impeccably organized dreams.

The Friend ban!

When I got married, I naively believed that marriage was a partnership—a beautiful blend of shared lives, mutual respect, and occasional compromises. What I didn’t realize was that “compromise” would often mean giving up more than I’d ever bargained for, starting with my friends.

It began subtly enough. A few weeks into our marriage, I started noticing that every time I mentioned plans with my friends, my wife would suggest an alternative activity for us. “Why don’t we have a movie night instead?” she’d say, or “We could try that new restaurant you mentioned.” I appreciated her enthusiasm for spending time together, but it didn’t take long for me to realize that my social life was slowly but surely being redirected.

If there’s one thing marriage has taught me, it’s that being a husband sometimes feels like training for the Olympics—specifically, the Household Chore Olympics. And trust me, when your wife is as particular as mine, the competition is fierce, the rules are strict, and the margin for error is nonexistent. Who knew dusting could be a contact sport?

Before we got married, I never really gave much thought to household chores. Sure, I knew how to clean up after myself, do the laundry, and occasionally vacuum, but that was about it. Little did I know, I was about to enter a whole new world where cleaning wasn’t just a necessity—it was an art form. Unfortunately for me, I was the blank canvas, and my wife was Picasso with a duster.

Welcome to my social media nightmare

In the early days of our marriage, my wife and I were happy just being ourselves. But then she discovered social media. Suddenly, every post became a reminder of what we didn’t have, what we weren’t doing, and, most importantly, how I was failing to measure up to all the other husbands out there.

Before social media, life was simple. We ate regular meals, did regular exercises, and lived blissfully unaware of the latest “superfoods” or “life-changing” wellness hacks. But now, thanks to a never-ending stream of Instagram influencers and YouTube fitness gurus, my wife has become a walking encyclopedia of the latest health crazes—and I, unfortunately, have become her guinea pig.

My wife also had a penchant for discovering the latest and greatest workout routines—most of which seemed designed by sadists with a deep-seated hatred of leisure.

Grocery shopping—a simple, mundane task, right? Not in my world.

In my world, grocery shopping is a strategic operation, meticulously planned and executed with military precision, all under the watchful eye of my wife, the five-star general of our household… Before I got married, I could breeze through a grocery store in ten minutes flat. Grab the essentials, maybe a bag of chips, and be done with it. But those days are long gone. Now, every trip to the grocery store feels like running a marathon with hurdles made of organic quinoa and gluten-free bread.

Kids and Their Education Challenges

Back in the day, homework was a solo mission. My parents would hand me a pencil, point me to the kitchen table, and tell me to get it done. But in our household, homework is a full-scale operation, complete with detailed planning, color-coded schedules, and enough nagging to drive anyone mad.

The Home Decor –  An Unforeseen Calamity

I turned the corner to find my wife embracing a woman I vaguely recognized. Neha—her childhood friend, apparently. The two of them exchanged rapid-fire small talk, which, of course, meant I stood awkwardly to the side like a human shopping cart, holding the basket full of things I wasn’t entirely sure we needed.

Before I could gather my thoughts or, more importantly, sneak off to the frozen food section, Neha invited us to her house. “You simply must come by and see the place,” she insisted. “We’ve done a complete makeover recently, and Arun is so into interior design these days. He’s been collecting these exquisite antiques from all over the world. Everything feels so unique and special, thanks to Arun’s eye for detail.”

Now, to a normal person, that might sound like a casual invitation. To my wife, however, it was a challenge. I could see the gears turning in her head. Her eyes sparkled with the competitive fire of someone who had just been dared to a duel. She smiled sweetly at Neha and said, “Of course! We’d love to visit.”

The Arguments That Come Out of Nowhere

If there’s one thing that keeps a husband on his toes, it’s the mysterious and unpredictable nature of a wife’s anger. You could be cruising along, thinking everything’s fine, only to find yourself blindsided by a storm you didn’t see coming.

For a husband like me, marriage is a lot like a game of chess. Every move counts, you’re constantly trying to anticipate your opponent’s next move, and sometimes, out of nowhere, you’re hit with a checkmate that you never saw coming. In my marriage, these checkmates often arrive in the form of my wife being inexplicably angry, leaving me to figure out why. And let me tell you, it’s a puzzle more complex than a Rubik’s Cube, but with much higher stakes.

Anything for Peace!

There are moments in every man’s life where he pauses to ask himself, What is it that I really want? For some, it’s fame, fortune, and a career that takes them to unimaginable heights. For others, it’s the thrill of adventure, the excitement of the unknown. For me? All I want is peace. Simple, unadulterated peace. The kind of peace where you can sit on the couch without hearing, “Did you remember to pick up the dry cleaning?” or “Why is the trash still full?”