20 | The One With The Wedding Night

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NOTICE: This chapter contains explicit and sexual content which is suitable ONLY for readers above 18 years of age. Read at your own discretion.

-S H R E E P R A S A D-

Madhav's house is truly a breathtaking piece of art. Words fall short when describing how spectacular this house is! It's no less than a palace, in fact it is a palace that houses several palaces. There's a swimming pool, a Victorian styled garden and a humongous backyard. The house was decorated resplendently with many festoons of woven marigolds and jasmines gracing the walls. The air around the house was impregnated with the fragrance of the marigold and jasmines. A big colourful rangoli was made at the entrance and decorated with little oil lamps made from clay. The welcome showered upon me was a reflection of the mansion's façade: ostentatious and grand.

Madhav's room- or rather his quarters, is the size of my apartment back in Chembur, or rather the size of two apartments. The theme itself: royal with a modern twist, enchants me. A beige coloured air conditioned room, the ceiling was breathtaking, with ornate carvings of grape wines and cupids shooting arrows. There is a four-poster bed with red curtains. The cream coloured sheets had jasmines and rose petals strewn on it.

The dressing table is just as grand and exquisite as the room is. Madhav's deodorant bottle and his hairbrush have gained more acquaintances in the form of my sindoor box, sticker bhindis, perfume vials, bangles, my lip balm and my hairbrush.

My reflection looks more mature and feminine. Yashoda Ma is currently engaged in freeing my hair from the thousands of hairpins that held my hairdo in place throughout the wedding. The valuable jewelry which Madhav brought for me were removed, except for my earrings and the mangalsutra, and stored in the vault in the big oaken wardrobe.

Yashoda Ma smoothly runs a brush through my hair, humming, while giving me a very smug and teasing smile. The Whatsapp group with all my school friends has the smirky emoji with a brinjal emoji. Ahaana and Nabha's chats are filled with such emojis and links to articles on the Cosmopolitan.

Jahnvi had told me about her first encounter, which happened a decade ago. She had her first sexual encounter when she was fifteen with a school senior inside his car. 'Just have fun and try to look less like a freak, okay?' she told Shree.

'Go with the flow and trust him. He probably knows what he's doing. I'll see you in a few months with a junior version of you and Madhav swimming inside you' Winked Deepali, Ashok's sister. She is the best obstetrician-gynecologist at Mumbai's leading hospital, married the neonatologist who worked for the same hospital. Together they had Ragalekha, Raga in short, the cutest and merriest baby girl I have ever seen.

"We're done!" Yashoda Ma adds happily as she finishes brushing my hair. "We should let you have some time for yourself. Madhav will join you in a while." She says and presses a kiss to my forehead. "Goodnight, dear."

I smile as she walks out through the enormous double doors.

I walk around the room, dimming the lights. The room is almost dark with the only source of light being the glowing cupids in the ceiling. That's a marvelous way to incorporate lighting. I open the curtains to let the moonlight flood into the room and spray a bit of lavender flavored air freshener around the room.

There is a big black barcalounger near the window that has a grand view of the Victorian styled garden. The marvelous fountain with the four cupids facing each direction as the center figure. The water erupts from the tips of the upturned arrows of four cupids and cascades into the basin of the fountain where several koi fish swam.

I sit on the edge of the bed to read a few of those articles from the Cosmopolitan, but I end up scrolling down my gallery, looking at our pictures together. I look at the picture that was taken during the pre-shoot, where he looks at me as we walk down the beach. He was smiling- a sight which was hard to see when I first met him, but it transpired to become a frequent phenomenon as I got to know him better. My love for this man increased beyond bounds after this pre-shoot, each second away from him seemed like impalpable torture.

The big double doors open and he walks in. My heart leaps in excitement. Madhav bolts the door shut and walks towards me. He looks remarkably handsome in his veshti. My knight in shining armor is him, not in a speedo or a business suit, but in a traditional veshti. My face burns as he walks towards me. Why do you make me blush so hard, husband?

He takes my hand and places a small kiss. That's it? Aren't you going to kiss me anywhere else? Slowly he guides me to the bed, where we sit together in silence. I notice the beaded rakhi on his wrist and the imitation ring on his finger right near our engagement ring. I catch him taking quick glances at me.

Why hasn't he kissed me yet? I decide to clear the silence, I grab the little box I hid under the pillows.

"I-I-I got you some-something, sir-M-M-Madhav." I say as I give him the box.

"You got me something? That's nice!" he says as he opens the box to find two gold cufflinks with the initials M and S entwined. He studies the pair of cufflinks for a while. Say something for my sake, so I'll know you like it or not.

"I love this!" He says and I am relieved, this is exactly what I wanted to hear. "In fact, I want to wear this with my shirt when I get back to work." He leans forwards and presses a kiss to my cheek. His stubble slowly brushes against my jaw, awakening my senses, he inhales my scent and hums in delight.

"This is my gift to you." He says as gives me a small key from his shirt pocket. I take it, the small silver key.

There is a door that opens to the balcony that has a clear view of Mumbai, another door that opens to the bathroom, which is equally royal as his bedroom. I notice the small door on the far corner of the room, which looks suspicious to me.

Could there be a lunatic previous wife or girlfriend he has imprisoned in there, the way Mr. Rochester from Jane Eyre had kept his mentally ill wife in a confined room? Impossible!

"Does this open-"

"Why not give it a try?" he whispers.

I get off the bed and rush towards the door. As I insert the key and turn it, I hear the click sound. OMG it works. I open the door to a dark room, my breathing echoes as I walk in on what is supposedly a furry carpet. It's a playroom- HOLY FUCK!

Madhav turns on the switch and the room become bright.

Big cupboards that cover the entire length of the wall are lined around the small circular room. In the center is a small rounded divan. HOLY FUCK! IT'S A WALK-IN CLOSET!

A rack of shoes in on the walls. There's every type of heals in all the different shades along with, sneakers, sandals, flipflops, crocs.

I gape at the vanity next to the door. The vanity satisfies every criterion in a girl's list. It has a touch of royal, it looks antique and it makes me look pretty. I look at all the vials of perfume, the branded cosmetics on the vanity. I look into the mirror and run my fingers around the ornate wooden carvings and the artwork around the mirror. Madhav smiles as he comes to stand beside me.

"Do you like my gift?" he asks wrapping his arms around my waist.

"I-I-I-don't know w-w-what to say this is beautiful!" I mumble.

"I also had the cupboards arranged with clothes for you." He says as he presses a kiss to the nape of my neck. That's sweet although I would have loved arranging my clothes in this beautiful walk-in closet with him. He holds my arm "Come, I'll show you."

He opens one cupboard door "Here are your shirts and tee-shirts." He says as he shows the beautiful shirts hanging inside. "Here are your frocks and dresses. Kurtas. Saris. Lehengas."

I look at the shirts in the cupboard and realize that none of the shirts I packed are in here. "But Madhav, where are the clothes I brought from my apartment?"

"Uhm- I-I actually sent them back to your apartment." He says as he walks towards me. Wait, what? How can you do that without asking me? He holds my arm and pulls me to show the clothes in the other cupboards. "And I purchased all these for you."

I touch the beautiful saris in the cupboard, there's at least two dozen saris inside! Saris that are kancheevaram, banarasi, paithani, handloom saris and sari types I have never seen are hanging in the cupboard in all different shades. There are plain colour saris and dual coloured cotton, synthetic, silk, chiffon and net saris.

I look at the frocks, which is in the adjoining cupboard. I gasp as I look at all the expensive branded frocks hanging in the cupboards in all different lengths, material and colours.

"These must have costed so many millions of rupees!" He spent so many millions of rupees for this! Never have I ever received such a valuable gift from anyone! I do a quick math of how much he has spent for the pre-shoot, the wedding, this gift and the wedding reception is yet to happen, and God only knows what he has planned for that! My heart thuds in my chest. "Why, Madhav?"

"Because I love you." He confesses as he pulls me to a set of drawers. "Open and check it out."

I open the drawer to find bras of all kinds from tee-shirt bras, padded, strapless, wired, sports, minimizers and so much more from every famous lingerie brand I can list! He has got the correct size too! The next drawer has underwear, from classic, high cut to thongs, French cut, seamless, g-strings, along with stockings and panty hoses.

I open the bottom most drawer.

"I also got you some intimate lingerie." He adds, kneeling down to me, as I inspect the flimsy and the delicate pieces in all the different shades, most of which that would barely perform their intended purpose. I blush at how he wants to see me wearing lingerie that leaves nothing to the imagination. "Someday, I would appreciate it if you model a few of these for me. I really want to see you in these."

I quickly close the drawer and stand up.

"Do you like my gift?" he asks standing up as I look at him.

"This-This-This- This is-is-is so overwhelming, Madhav." I mumble. "It's clearly evident that you-you spent a fortune on-on this, but w-w-why?"

"Shree, you are so beautiful and probably the only family I have. I want you to have the best in everything." He says as he holds my hand. "I'm going to pamper and spoil you in every little way I can."

"But-but-but all this, isn't it a tad bit too-too much-"

"It's just the smaller aspect of every best thing that you will henceforth have." he says as he plays with my mangalsutra. "I love you so much and you deserve the best, dear wife."

I sigh and look at his dark eyes. I think about the useless pair of cufflinks I got him. His gift clearly overshadows my tiny microscopic gift.


-M A D H A V R A M A K R I S H N A-

She is thinking about how small her gift is compared to mine. I can see it in her eyes.

"Are you comparing the two gifts, Shree?" I ask, as I hold her cheek in my hand. She closes her eyes and nods. My innocent flower! I was right! "You are thinking about the perfect equivalent for my gift, aren't you?" She nods again.

I step closer. Her sandalwood fragrance fills my nostrils. "The best quid pro quo for this gift would be your love, your faithfulness, and you."

"What about your-your faithfulness and-and l-l-love?" she asks boldly as she opens her eyes and looks at me. I take her hand; the soft beautiful hand covered in dark mehendi and place it above my heart. "At your service, Princess."

She smiles, relieved. There's lesser mumbling now. "And so are mine, my King." My ache and desire for her increases as she calls me her king. "You have my love for you, my faithfulness and myself."

I know, baby. You are mine. My finger teasingly brushes against her lip. Her beautiful lip that she bites wildly. I've seen her do that many times and it increases my urge to have her. I have warned her to stop doing it as it wrecks the perfection of her rosy lips, she hasn't ever since then.

I come forward and kiss her. She gasps in surprise as she feels my lips on hers. Her soft lean arms wrap around my neck as she responds fervently and wantonly to me. My hands caress her nape, her back, her hips, shoulders and her breasts, tenderly at first and then with rough urgency. Shree whimpers under the kiss and I lose every ounce of my control with each whimper and with each time she brushes her hand against my chest. I sense her hands yearning to feel my chest.

I pull away to let her breathe. As she tries to catch her breath, I unbutton my shirt and fling it away with my vest. She looks admiringly at me, running her fingers on my arms, which descends to my chest. I start to sweat like a sinner in church. I let her feel my arms and my chest, exploring every inch that is rightfully hers.

I try to remove the pin that held her sari in place. When I find it, it only takes a second to remove it. Her sari falls into a careless linger at her waist and my eyes memorize every inch of her waist and midriff. 'A perfect waist would be what these Bollywood heroines have, you have seen mine right? I have a little tummy and I am almost size 32!' Nevertheless, I rarely get enough of what a masterpiece her waist is, even though she denies it.

"Mine." I whisper hoarsely and press my lips to hers, kissing her roughly, groaning and growling, biting her lip heartlessly, pushing her behind until her back is pressed to the cupboard. Her hands slither around my neck as she gets drunk in our kiss. I can taste the milk and the fruit nectar she was offered to have as she entered my house. I move closer and press my body against hers, to feel her quivering body as the kiss reaches the extreme limits of passion, leaving both of our breaths faltering for a mere second.

I pull away, and my fingers are busy attempting to undo the pleats that were neatly tucked. Her hands bat mine away and in one swift move she undoes the pleats. As I untuck her sari from her waist, pulling it down, she kisses me again, deepening the kiss, parting my lips until our tongues meet. She is returning the kiss; her tongue meeting my own in a sweet, caressing way that makes feel all dizzy from joy. A sensation unlike any other ripples through me. Meanwhile, her hands race up, moving against my back, my biceps, and my jaw.

"Fucking gorgeous!" I whisper into her ears as I throw away her sari. She is standing in her blouse and a butter coloured underskirt held safely at her hips. I turn her around, press a lingering kiss to the nape of her neck and move her soft silken hair to her shoulder as I start to unbutton her blouse.

She's wearing those padded bridal blouses which doesn't require the aid of a bra. I should get her more blouses like this. It makes her look good and it reduces my work. I trace a finger down her spine as I unbutton the last button. There is a small birthmark towards her right, I press a kiss to it before I carry her into my arms. I lift her and carry her to the vanity, and in one swipe of my arm I clear everything, sending the perfume vials crashing to the floor.

Shree's eyes widen, her hands holding the blouse to her breasts.

"I'll buy you new ones, tomorrow." I say kissing her nose as I place her on the vanity.

"I want to select." She says.

"Deal!" I whisper, my fingers trailing around her waist, and then up her spine. In one swift move I take off the blouse.

Her furtive mehendi applied hands attempt to cover her breasts but I grabbed her wrist roughly and put it around my neck. I take in her ethereal form, her silken hair loose, her brilliant earrings hanging down her ears, the mangalsutra between her breasts, the underskirt that was tied around her feminine hips that reached her ankles was bunched up till her knees. Her rose pink nipples grow erect under my steady gaze as my hand cups her breast. I grow hard as I drink in her alluring form. Her face becomes a glorious shade of red as I start to knead her beautiful breast.

I lean in to inhale her sandal scent, pressing my lips to her lips, for a quick kiss, which descends like a torturous trail to her neck, the base of her throat, inching further down to the swell of her throbbing breasts.

Shree moans my name, sliding her fingers into my hair as I gift her full breasts with all the kisses and the love bites they can bare. Her breathing is haphazard as she recites my name every time my teeth sinks in and as my stubble pierces her soft breasts.

I gift her eight beautiful love bites, only on her breasts. Her neck and shoulders would have to wait their turn until after the honeymoon photo shoot. After that I will gift every inch of her soft body with love bites.

I claim her lips again and she moans gladly. Wrapping her legs around my hip, I lift her off the vanity, carrying her to the bed. The vanity is clearly not the ideal place for her to lose her virginity. I rest her head on the pillow and make her lie on the bed. Breaking away from the kiss I look at her, her eyes are open, looking at me with so much trust. Her hands shake as I place them on my veshti. It took her sometime to gain steadiness in her fingers before she takes it off. Her eyes remained glued to my briefs, she's panting and sweating. My desire and ache for her has multiplied into thousands and it has become quite obvious.

I untie her underskirt and pull it off her, marveling at her gleaming thighs and the black lacey underwear she is wearing. I place a soft kiss to each of her little toes and gently bite the soft pad on each toe.

As I place a kiss on her sole, she groans my name. I continue, trailing kisses to her ankles, till her knees and proceed towards her inner thigh. She moans and writhes as my stubble pricks her soft skin. I should keep the beard I guess; it seems to arouse her the most. She shivers feeling my tongue against her inner thigh.

"We can stop if you are feeling uncomfortable." I whisper. "I am so pleased you let me do all this to you."

To my surprise she shook her head. "I want this, Madhav. I need you, completely."

I need you too. Right now. I press a quick kiss to her navel.

"Will it hurt?" she asks with all her innocence.

"A little, but I'll try to be gentle."

I must be gentle; I remind myself as I peel away her panties. She looks like an exquisite exotic statue carved out of marble. There isn't anyone or rather anything on earth that is as lovely as what's now mine. The need for her is pushing down on me, and I can't fight it any longer.

She closes her eyes, her lips curving into a smile as I part her legs and wrap them around my shoulders. My hands grip her hips, holding her in place above the mattress. I place a soft kiss at her inner thigh and sense her writhe like a caterpillar. I trail kisses further in and engage myself in introducing her to a new world of elated pleasure. She moans in passion, as she runs her fingers through my hair, pulling me closer as a sign of approval. Seldom shivering as I nip and devour at her soft tender voluptuousness. She recites my name like a mantra and pulls fistfuls of my hair as her whole world explodes around me. Her body shakes in ecstasy as the waves of pleasure consume her. I resume to trail kisses from her navel to her nose to kiss her again.

I extend my arm to reach towards the nightstand, and fumbling with the contents in the drawer, until I found the Durex packet, I

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