I’m a technical department head with a decent income. My girlfriend is a kindergarten teacher, kind, patient, and has loved me for three years. But the closer it got to our wedding day, the more uneasy I felt… because of all the stories out there about people “showing their true colors after marriage.

” So, a week before the wedding, I decided to risk testing her. I invited her back to my ancestral village to visit my mother — but instead of taking my car as usual, we took a local bus, going back to the old, dilapidated house in the middle of the fields, where my mother still lived alone, with a leaning roof and peeling walls. I even instructed my mother to act “deeply”: wear old clothes, complain about back pain, groan about her knees.

As soon as she got off the bus, she smiled radiantly, rushed to support my mother, and said: — “Maa, I’m home! Have you eaten yet?” I was stunned. Not a hint of awkwardness, not a single frown. Once inside the house, before I could even open my mouth to “wait and see her reaction,” she pulled a folded piece of paper from her purse and handed it to me. I opened it… my heart pounding.

It was a bank transfer receipt for ₹30 lakhs (approximately $36,000 USD) — clearly stating: “Transfer to the account of Mrs. Geeta Devi – for house repairs, courtyard paving, TV purchase, before the wedding.” Note: Don’t tell him.

I froze. She sat down next to my mother, massaging her legs, and then calmly declared: — “I know you were worried and wanted to test me. But if you truly knew my heart, you wouldn’t have needed to test me…” I stood there like a statue, choked up and unable to say a word. It turned out she was the one being tested… and I was the one who lost.