Sanjana is a young and innocent 18 year old girl with a kind heart and a gift for art, singing, and dancing. She lives in a humble hut with her frail grandfather, who depends on her for survival. Her only dream is to escape the poverty of her villa...
Sanjana's maroon lace saree rustled softly, matching the nervous flutter in her heart. The bedroom was lit by candles and fairy lights, casting long shadows on the walls. Tonight marked the beginning of her new life with Bhargav, and she felt both scared and nervous. She had never even spoken to a man before and had no idea what was expected of her. The thought of being in the same room with her husband made her heart race with unease.
Her henna-decorated fingers trembled as she smoothed her saree, standing in front of the mirror. She had never faced something so unknown. The prospect of sharing this night with a man she barely knew, her husband, sent shivers down her spine. But beneath the fear, she felt a spark of curiosity. Bhargav had always been a mystery to her, whom she saw for the first time today during their wedding. Tonight, maybe she'd finally learn a little more about him.
She glanced at herself in the mirror. The candles gave her skin a warm glow, and the red sindhoor on her hair partition marked her as a new bride. Jasmine flowers in her hair tied in a bun, released a delicate scent. Despite her fear, her eyes held a new delicate innocent enchanting beauty.
Bhargav, on the other hand, was impatient. He had not been with a woman for weeks, and he couldn't wait to have his way with his new bride who he was sure was a virgin. He was dressed in a traditional dhoti, which accentuated his muscular physique. His sharp jawline and fair skin made him look even more handsome. He had always been a man of few words, but tonight he was couldn't wait to have his way with Sanjana.
He moved with quiet confidence, like a tiger entering its den. He stopped just behind her, his presence warming her back. She felt his breath stir the flowers in her hair, smelling of cardamom and mint. His gaze, hot and possessive, reflected in the mirror, stripping her naked with just his eyes. "You look...irresistible," he whispered in her ear, his voice low and rumbling. Hearing his husky voice for the first time ever, ignited something in her. Irresistible. A forbidden fruit. She shuddered, both scared and...hungry not knowing or understanding what was happening to her.
And so their slow dance began, lit by unspoken desires. Walls of misunderstanding would have to fall for this spark to grow. Lies and truths would clash in a symphony of unspoken emotions. Only time would tell if their desires would ignite a passionate flame or be consumed by darkness. In the hushed whispers of moonlight, a love story as unpredictable as the monsoon winds waited to unfold.
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