Love & Orgasms

Arranged Marriage - One Shot

I learned so much doing research for this chapter (please correct me if there are any mistakes). I really recommend reading about Hindu weddings, it's so interesting!

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Aditi's POV.

I feel the petals of the Jai-Mala (flower garland) around my neck. My new husband, Nirvaan, is wearing a matching garland next to me. He promised to look after me, and despite not knowing him for long, I believe him.

When we took our seven steps together (saptapadi), we took vows and received blessings from our priest. I knew in that moment that we would be able to make this marriage work. My parents chose well, Nirvaan is perfect for me.

He is a thirty-one year old, very successful technical engineer. He doesn't have a lot of free time and explained to me that he gave up on dating a year ago. The women he dated were never interested in marriage because he'd made it clear from the start that he wanted to travel, they always wanted to remain at home.

Ironically, I'd given up on men. After a string of failed relationships where half of them ran at the first mention of commitment and the others didn't stick around long enough, I turned to my parents for help. I asked them to set me up with someone. I've trusted their judgement all my life and I knew they would be able to choose someone I'd be compatible with.

They spoke to Nirvaan's parents, found out he was in a similar position and suggested to Nirvaan that he meet with me. The rest is history. Our marriage might be an arranged one, but we dated for a few months at first to test the waters between us. The one thing we haven't done? Consummate our relationship. We both agreed to wait until our wedding was over.

It's been a three-day affair and honestly, I'm keen for us to have some alone time in the newlywed suite tonight.

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"Finally alone," I murmur to myself as Nirvaan closes the door behind us.

He comes up behind me and places his hands on my shoulders. Now that the time has finally come for us to be intimate, I'm a little nervous. I think Nirvaan senses the tension I'm carrying because he begins to massage my shoulders. He presses his thumbs into my trapezius muscles. The relaxing feeling takes over and I loosen up.

"You can use the bathroom first, I'll sort out everything in here," he offers.

I'm grateful for the time to gather my thoughts. I go into the bathroom and remove my dupatta (shawl) and my lehenga. It takes some time to remove my make-up, but I keep the sindoor paint on my parting, indicating that I'm a married woman now. It would be hard to take off, anyway.

When I finally emerge from the bathroom, my hair is plaited down my back and I'm wearing a red lingerie set that my sister bought me and handed over in a fit of giggles.

My new husband has cleared the bed of the million cushions that were upon it. He's discarded the scattered roses to the floor and lit all of the candles in the room. He stands before me and the easy smile on his face makes me feel less nervous. His eyes scan my body, darkening in desire.

"You look...wow, Adi, you look incredible," he says sincerely, desire lacing his tone.

I blush and look down. "Thank you. I'm done in the bathroom if you want to use it."

He moves past me, his hand brushing my arm lovingly before he goes into the en suite. I move around the room, smelling the sweet candles and trying to calm my racing heartbeat.

I'm sitting on the edge of the bed when Nirvaan comes out. He is only wearing boxers. It is the first time I have seen his body so fully. We went swimming together at a spa before our wedding, but his shorts were bigger than the boxers he wears now. I admired his muscular form then and I admire it now, finding that I am very attracted to my husband.

I stand up as he walks up to me. His eyes search my face, I think for nerves. I smile back to reassure him. He leans in and kisses me, my eyes fall closed. His hands smooth my hair back from my face, I lean into his touch, savouring his warm chest against my own.

I feel safe and looked-after in his arms. I'm no longer nervous as he lays me back on the bed, keeping his weight off me. His hands, soft but firm, caress my sides. His fingertips are teasing in the way they tickle along my skin, never applying quite as much pressure as I want them to. My eyes meet his. I spread my hand across the back of his head, feeling his short hair, and pull him down to kiss me.

My kiss is insistent and Nirvaan responds by sliding his fingers under the straps of my bra and slipping them down my arms. He squeezes his hand under me and undoes the hook. I release his hair to let him remove my bra. He kisses a path down my breasts. He pushes them together with his hands so that he can give them both attention with his mouth.

I love having my nipples played with and Nirvaan finds that out when he latches onto one nipple, sucks hard, and elicits a long, drawn-out moan from me. The gentle drag of his teeth across my nipple makes me shudder with delight. He plays and plays until my nipples are hard and red from all the attention they've received.

His mouth moves lower, kissing down my stomach and along the edge of my underwear. He looks up at me for permission and then slides them down my legs when I nod at him. His pale eyes light up as he spreads my legs and sees me presented to him for the first time.

"Adi." My name falls from his lips in a soft whisper.

He bends down and kisses up my left thigh, getting closer and closer. He skips between my thighs and goes to my right thigh instead, kissing up and down it. I want to shut my legs and trap his head between them, forcing him to kiss exactly where I need it.

He doesn't tease me for long. He moves to my pussy, wet with excitement, and darts out his tongue to taste me. He gives small licks at first, teasing me in different areas so I never know what is coming next. When I begin to get impatient and wriggle on the bed, he holds me down and licks more firmly in circles around my clitoris.

The orgasm that has been slowly brewing beneath the surface finally takes starts to take shape. Each lick and each kiss takes me further towards the edge. My hands dig into Nirvaan's hair and pull when the wall finally comes crashing down and the flood hits. I'm a mess, spewing endless streams of nonsensical moans and utterings. My body trembles with pleasure, muscles quivering, pussy clenching, fingers twitching. Nirvaan holds me through it all, not once complaining about the grip I have on his hair.

I release it with an apology which makes him chuckle. "Don't apologise," he murmurs and kisses my stomach.

He sits up and I immediately reach for him. My hand fits perfectly around his dick. I stroke him up and down, getting faster as I gain confidence. He watches me touch him, his eyes once again consumed with lust. They flicker up to me and that lust changes to affection, filling me with hope that this is going to work.

"Lay back," he whispers.

I do as he asks, spreading my thighs wide for him to have room between them. When he enters me, we look at each other. Our connection only intensifies in that moment when we join. It all passes between us; trust, happiness, love, we both feel all of it. 

My heart is as full as my pussy in this moment. I know I have made the right choice.

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