Beyond Sex

Engagement

As the clock struck 8 a.m., I found myself standing in front of the mirror, fully adorned in a stunning silk saree, my hair intricately plaited and adorned with delicate ornaments. It was a picture-perfect image of a bride, but the truth was far from what my heart desired. Today was my engagement, a surprise event that had been hastily arranged the night before. I had not expected this sudden turn of events. But in a society where the opinions of women were often overshadowed by tradition and familial expectations, it seemed that my desires had become inconsequential. Despite my reluctance, there was little I could do but prepare myself for the inevitable. As I descended the stairs, I noticed my uncle and aunt waiting eagerly at the entrance of our house. They were adorned with hope and excitement as they stood ready to invite the groom's family.

As the clock struck 9 a.m., the familiar sound of car brakes echoed through the quiet neighborhood. I could sense their arrival from the excited voices and joyful laughter that filled the air. My uncle and aunt had been eagerly expecting them. As soon as the car doors shut, my uncle and aunt hurriedly greeted them at the door. The sweet aroma of freshly made sweets wafted through the house, tempting everyone's taste buds. Suddenly, above the cheerful chatter, my aunt's voice called out, "Raha, come out!" Startled, I hurriedly made my way towards the sound, my head slightly bent. "Raha, greet the people here," my aunt instructed, beckoning me to raise my head. I looked up and saw a tall, muscular guy sitting on the sofa in front of her, wearing a sharp suit. It was Shubman. His intense gaze held a hint of danger, making me nervous. I respectfully bowed to Shubman. Next to him sat his mother, her smile warming the room. I bowed to her as well, her eyes sparkling with anticipation. Sitting beside Shubman's mother was his father, a stern but respectable man. I respectfully bowed to him too, hoping to make a good impression. Then my uncle spoke up, breaking the silence. He turned to Shubman and asked, "Do you like Raha?" All eyes turned to Shubman as he shifted his gaze from me to my uncle. His response caught everyone off guard. "I need to speak to her," he replied with determination. The room fell into silence. My aunt was left speechless, knowing well that in our tradition, the bride and groom were not allowed to speak to each other before the wedding. However, to everyone's surprise, my uncle accepted Shubman's request. "Raha, take him to your room," he said, breaking the tension.

Shubman stood up from the sofa, adjusting his coat, and followed me into the room. As I stood still, not uttering a word, Shubman's deadly look pierced through me. His gaze traveled from head to toe before he cleared his throat, preparing to speak. "Raha, listen carefully," he began in a stern tone. "You are going to be my wife soon, and as your future husband, I expect you to obey whatever I say without question or hesitation." His words made me clueless and before I could react he ordered, "Raha, now I want to see your boobs, remove it". I was under complete shock as a guy whom I am meeting for the first time at my home is ordering me to show my boobs. "Shubman we are not married yet" I said. "That's fine. you are my finance" he said. "No, this is not fine. I am stepping out" I said and started walking. Shubman quickly caught me by my neck, and his eyes became even more deadly. "I just told you, as my finance or wife, you are not supposed to deny or disobey my orders," he said, pushing me to bed. Before I could gain balance and wake up from bed, he came on top of me and quickly pulled my pallu, and without any delay, he unhooked my blouse, and now my boobs, with a tiny portion of it covered under bra, were visible to his eyes. "Good! Good for you. You have got a nice pair of boobs. This is the best boob I have ever seen in my life," he said. Things happening to me right now looked delusional, but I gained my consciousness back and asked him, "Best boobs ever seen?". "Yes, I have seen a lot, and yours is the best," he said. Before I could process what he said, "After seeing these cuties, I can't leave them unattended," he added. Quickly, he started rubbing his face on my cleavage, and it was the first time someone touched me in my private area. I tried to protest, but my force was nothing to him. He pushed my bra up, and now my naked boobs were completely visible to him. He grunted and quickly placed his teeth on my left nipple. I moaned at his action. He started pulling my left nipple with his teeth while his left hand pulled my right nipple. His actions were making me lose my control. I started breathing heavily. His right hand started moving down, and in no time it reached my pussy. Without any delay, he inserted his fingers in and started stroking in and out. I was losing my control. Soon I stopped protesting and started acting along with him. My hip started bouncing up and down in sync with his fingering, and I started moaning. I felt embarrassed and disguised sleeping semi-nude with a man meeting for the first time at my own home, but getting fingered and both my nipples tortured, filled my mind with slutiness.

I could hear someone knocking on the door. Shubman stopped fingering me, but still, my nipples were under his control. "Raha, are you done?" my aunt asked. "Yes, Aunty", we are getting out, I replied. Hearing my response, Shubman moved away from me and got down from bed. He adjusted his suit. He asked me to get down from bed and check myself on the floor length mirror I have in my room. I walked towards the mirror, and Shubman came behind me. My boobs looked pumped up, and they were covered with red marks. "Good, you look beautiful, so how long do you think it will take for your boobs to get back to their size and the marks to go away?" he asked. I was speechless. "Fine, I will get our wedding arranged in the next 7 days," he said. Get ready; he ordered. I quickly fixed my dress, and we walked out of the room. Everyone was waiting for us. Shubman said he likes me. He said he would notify you of other details soon and left the house with his family.