The room was dimly lit, the golden glow of the lamps blending with the soft fragrance of jasmine. My heart raced, the weight of the day settling into my chest as I sat on the edge of the bed. The intricately embroidered veil slipped slightly off my head, revealing my face, but I didn't dare look up.
I could hear his footsteps as he entered the room. The door clicked shut behind him, and my breath caught. This was it,the moment I had been taught to imagine but never dared to fully understand.
He stood silently for a moment, his presence commanding yet oddly comforting. I could feel his gaze on me, yet he didn't move closer immediately. Instead, he took a deep breath and walked to the side table, pouring himself a glass of water.He offered me water.
"Aap thak gayi hongi," he said gently. "Yeh din kaafi lamba tha."
("You must be tired. It's been a long day.")
I nodded slightly, still not meeting his eyes. My fingers fidgeted with the pleats of my sari, a nervous habit I couldn't seem to shake.
When he finally came closer, his steps were measured, his movements careful. Sitting down on the bed, leaving a respectful distance between us, he spoke again. "Aarti , mujhe pata hai ki yeh sab aap ke liye naya hai... mere liye bhi hai. Main chahta hoon ki hum is rishte ko samajhne ka waqt lein."
("Aarti, I know all of this is new for you... it is for me too. I want us to take the time to understand this relationship.")
His words, spoken with such kindness, eased the tension in my chest. I finally looked at him, his face calm, his eyes steady and honest. There was no urgency, no demand, only patience.
"Main aap ke saath hoon," he added, his voice soft but sure.
("I'm with you.")
I didn't realize when the tears came, but they flowed silently, unchecked. His words were so simple, yet they meant everything. His voice was soft, and for the first time, it felt like he wasn't treating me just as a wife, but as a person, with emotions, fears, and desires. But I didn't know how to express mine. I didn't know if I even had the right.
He reached out slowly, his hand hovering for a moment before gently wiping away a tear with his thumb. His touch was light, hesitant, as though he was asking for permission.
"Aarti " he began after a pause, his tone as gentle as his touch, "kya aap is raat ke liye tayaar hain?"
("Aarti... are you ready for tonight?")
I froze for a moment, my mind flashing back to the words of advice whispered by relatives and friends, urging me to never refuse him, to submit without question. But before I could say anything, he spoke again, his voice steady and reassuring.
"Agar aap tayaar nahi hain toh koi baat nahi. Main aap ke liye intezaar kar sakta hoon. Mujhe koi dikkat nahi hai."
("If you're not ready, that's okay. I can wait for you. I have no issue with it.")
His words caught me off guard. The gentle sincerity in his voice, the comfort he gave without hesitation, unraveled the knot of fear in my chest. I realized I didn't feel the need to comply out of obligation.
"Ji..." I whispered, my voice trembling but steadying as I spoke, "main... haan. Main tayaar hoon."
("Yes. I am ready.")
A small smile graced his lips, one of reassurance rather than triumph. He shifted slightly closer, his movements deliberate yet unhurried, as though he was giving me time to adjust.
"May I?" he asked softly, his voice barely above a whisper, his eyes locked on mine.
That single question, those two simple words, held so much meaning. He wasn't just asking for permission,he was asking for trust. And I gave it to him, nodding softly, my heart finally steady.
What followed was a moment that belonged to us alone. His touch was gentle, his words kind, as though he was unravelling the distance between us, one careful step at a time. His tenderness soothed my lingering fears, and slowly, I found myself responding - not out of duty, but out of something deeper, something unspoken.
He placed a gentle kiss on my forehead assuring me.
"Kya aap ghabra rahe hain?" he asked, his voice low and soothing.
(Are you nervous?)
I nodded, my voice caught in my throat. He approached me, his hands reaching out to gently brush a strand of hair behind my ear. His touch sent shivers down my spine.
As we sat together on the bed, the weight of our families' expectations and our own uncertainties hung in the air. Yet, in this moment, I found solace in his presence.
His fingers intertwined with mine, his touch sending sparks through my entire being. I felt his warmth, his gentleness, and his kindness.
Slowly, he leaned in, our lips meeting in a soft, tender kiss. The world around us melted away, leaving only the two of us, lost in the moment.
As our lips parted, I hesitated, unsure of what to do next. His hands guided mine to his chest, his eyes locked onto mine.
I felt the steady beat of his heart beneath my fingertips. His arms wrapped around me, pulling me closer.
"Yeh aapka haq hai,"he whispered softly, his voice barely audible."Kisi aur ka nahi."
(This is your right,No one else's.)
He took my hand and placed it on his chest again, his eyes speaking volumes. I understood that this was a moment of intimacy, a moment that belonged only to us.
His gentle touch and reassuring gaze calmed my nerves, and I felt a deep connection to him. In that moment, I knew that I was exactly where I was meant to be.
Our lips parted, and his eyes locked onto mine, filled with a deep affection. My heart skipped a beat as he gently trailed kisses down my neck, sending shivers down my spine.
His hands roamed gently over my skin, leaving a trail of sparks in their wake. My breath caught in my throat as I felt his touch ignite a fire within me.
His hands moved gently, carefully unfolding the pleats of my saree, his fingers brushing against mine as he tenderly undressed me.
His lips gently touched the swell of my breast.He parted his lips gently sucking it. I felt a shiver run down my spine as his lips made contact with my skin.
His hands roamed gently, leaving a trail of soft kisses that sent shivers down my spine, until they reached my core.He placed a gentle kiss on it. I felt a flutter in my chest, my heart racing with nervousness, as his hands explored my skin.
I felt my cheeks flush with shyness, but his gentle touch provided a strange comfort. His fingers tracing the delicate lace of my core ,sent shivers down my spine, and I couldn't help but lean into his touch.
His voice was gentle, "Yeh thoda dard de sakta hai. Jab bhi aapko takleef ho, mujhe rok sakti hain." He slipped his fingers into me, and a wave of pain shot through me. But as he moved them, the pain dissipated, replaced by a growing pleasure.
(This might hurt a little. Stop me whenever you feel uncomfortable.)
A strange, breathy sound escaped my lips. He added his next finger, gently moving it. He looked into my eyes, concern etched on his face." kya dard ho raha hai?", he asked. I shook my head. (Is it hurting?)
A strange tension started to build in my stomach, and then a warm release washed over me. His eyes never left mine, filled with care.
He undressed himself, his eyes locked on mine. I my cheeks flush as I looked down to his hardened erection. He whispered,"Agar aap chahte hain toh hum yahan ruk sakte hain",
His kindness and patience touched my heart, filling me with a sense of safety and trust, the adoration in his eyes, and the care with which he treated me.(if you want we can stop it here )
I shook my head, and he whispered, "Mujhe aapke shabdon se baat ki zaroorat hai, aarti".I gave him my consent, and he gently guided himself into me. I winced, and he immediately paused.(I need your words, Aarti.)
"Dard ho raha hai jaan?" he asked, his brow furrowed. I nodded, and he immediately pulled his manhood out, placing a soothing kiss on my forehead. "Aarti, agar tumhe dard ho raha hai, toh main maaf chahta hoon. Yeh kabhi mera irada nahi tha", he whispered.(Is it paining, )
(Aarti, if it is hurting you, then I am sorry. This was never my intention.)
But my body yearned for him. I shook my head, and he asked, "Are you sure?" I nodded again, and he entered me once more.
After a moment, I nodded again, indicating he could continue. He proceeded with care, his eyes locked on mine. He began to move, his thrusts gentle, yet deliberate. I felt a sense of awkwardness, but also a growing sense of connection.
As he moved within me, his breathing slowed, and his eyes never left mine. I felt my body respond to his, our movements becoming more synchronized.
As we moved together, our eyes locked. I felt a rush of pleasure, and he groaned, his body trembling.
As we reached the peak, Raghav's body trembled, and he moaned my name. After releasing, he fell gently on top of me, his chest heaving with exhaustion. I wrapped my arms around him, holding him close.
In the aftermath, he lifted himself off me and pulled me into a warm embrace. He kissed my forehead, and I felt a sense of relief wash over me.
We lay there, entwined, until he pulled out and saw blood stains on his erection and rushed to the washroom.
I lay there, feeling a little lost, but he quickly returned with a wet towel and gently cleaned me. The soothing touch eased my discomfort.
As we lay there, I realized that this moment marked the beginning of our life together. Though we were still strangers, we had taken the first step towards building a life as husband and wife.
As the night wore on, I felt myself getting lost in his eyes, in his touch, and in the warmth of his presence. I couldn't help but wonder what the future held for us, and whether he felt the same way about me
It wasn't just the consummation of a marriage,it was the beginning of something more. A connection that went beyond the rituals and vows, something that was ours alone.
As I lay beside him afterward, the silence was no longer heavy. It was peaceful, but still filled with questions and new feelings I didn't know how to express.
He asked softly, his voice barely audible , "Aarti, sab kuch theek hai?"
("Aarti, is everything okay?")
I nodded my head.
As we lay together in the quiet of the night, his arms wrapped around me, I felt a sense of belonging that I hadn't expected. Perhaps, just perhaps, this bond could be more than an obligation.
"Shukriya," I whispered into the darkness, my voice barely audible.
("Thank you.")
"For what?" he asked, his voice laced with tenderness.
"For understanding," I replied, my heart finally at ease.
And with that, I let myself drift into sleep, safe in the arms of the man who, for the first time, didn't feel like a stranger.
AUTHORS NOTE : This is my first attempt at writing mature content. I'd love to hear your thoughts and suggestions.
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