Beyond Sex

Wedding Night - I

It was the day of my wedding, and everything was a whirlwind of preparations. Designers and professionals were working tirelessly to ensure that I looked like a fairytale princess, but deep down, something was missing – my true happiness. Shubman, my soon-to-be husband, had meticulously chosen the auspicious time of 5:00 AM to tie the sacred mangalsutra around my neck. The minute it was done, a cascade of rituals followed, each marking the beginning of our new journey together.

It was 8:00 PM, and the stage was still packed with people eager to give their presents and blessings. As the minutes turned into an hour, he turned to me with a mischievous smirk on his face. "Shall we get going where we want to?" he asked, his eyes full of excitement. Without waiting for my response, he quickly made his way towards the elderly members of the family seeking their approval for our plan. Finally, he returned to me, his eyes shining with exhilaration. "Let's go," he said.

"Is it just us? Aren't they coming?" I asked, my curiosity tinged with a hint of concern."It's better just us," he replied, that same smirky smile spreading across his lips once again. With his hand in mine, we slipped away from the vibrant festivities and made our way outside. The journey from the wedding hall to her home took us approximately 30 minutes. Shubman and I settled into the plush couches in the hall. It was then that a group of designers and professionals arrived, appearing as if summoned by Shubman's unspoken command. I couldn't help but wonder why they were here and what purpose they served. "Get her ready," he instructed the team before disappearing.

Designer Ms. Preethi handed me a Gagra Choli. As I examined the dress more closely, my discomfort grew. The neckline was too deep, exposing more of my cleavage than I was comfortable with. Hesitant to voice my concern, I mustered up the courage and approached Ms. Preethi, and I explained, hoping she would understand. "Shubman wanted you to wear this," she replied, her tone tinged with an air of helplessness. Reluctantly, I slipped into the Gagra Choli. The professionals who groomed me further enhanced my looks. But as they left the house, there was a sense of unease that lingered.

It was 10.00 PM, the room shrouded in darkness. The only source of light came from a single bedside lamp, casting long shadows on the walls. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest as I approached the door where Shubman was waiting. Shubman, sitting on the edge of the bed, looked up at me as I entered the room. His eyes seemed to pierce right through me, sending shivers down my spine. "Good! This dress looks good on you," he commented, his voice low and husky. I didn't know how to respond, so I simply nodded and handed him the glass of milk. He took the glass from my trembling hands and drank it in one go. "Raha, remove your jewels," he commanded, his tone firm. I felt a knot forming in my stomach. I didn't want things to go any further, but I knew I had no choice but to comply. Slowly, I walked over to the dressing table beside the bed. My hands shook as I began removing my precious jewels one by one. As I turned around, a chill ran down my spine. Shubman stood right behind me, his presence sending a jolt through my body. How had he moved so silently? "Good," he whispered with a disturbing smile, his voice filled with a sinister satisfaction. Before I could react, he swiftly scooped me up into his arms and carried me towards the bed. He tossed me onto it as if I were a lifeless teddy bear, my body sinking into the soft mattress. Fear consumed me, trapping me in an unbreakable grip.He quickly came on bed and slept beside me to my right. He placed his finger on my forehead and slowly dragged it down my nose, my lips, my neck, my shoulder bone, and stopped it on my cleavage. His eyes met mine, "You have busty boobs. are you really 18? are you really virgin? did no one get the privilege to squeeze these balls before?", he asked. His questions gave a shock to me and remained silent. "Tell me", he said squeezing my left boob. There was hell like pain and I replied, "Yes you are the one touching it first" breathing heavily. His eyes turned lustful. Like a crazy man, he started licking all over my face, my forehead, my cheeks, and my earlobe. Then he started giving tiny bites to my ears. After doing this for a few minutes, he finally raised his head, breathing heavily. Without a word, he placed his lips on mine, and I didn't respond initially, but power was nothing in front of his force. I opened my mouth, and our lips met. He kept our lips locked for at least 10 minutes, and I was struggling to breathe. Finally, he broke the kiss.He waked me up and made me sit on the bed. He went behind me. He placed his hands on my boobs and started smooching it while his face rubbing against my crotch. Though I did not wish for any of these things my body started responding to his manipulations and I moaned. Without any further delay he unhooked my blouse and throwed to some corner of the room. He started rubbing my nipples popping out against my bra while his teeth biting my shoulder skin. Within next few minutes he unhooked my bra and throwed it away. He came in front of me and stared my boobs like a hungry animal. He pushed me down to the pillow and started pressing my boobs and pinching my nipples violently. Then he took my left boob on his mouth and started biting it while still pinching my right nipple and continued doing this interchanging his sides. All I could see is a devil abusing me and things going out of my control and hear my moans coming out of my mouth. Finally he left my boobs free but went down quickly and pulled my skirts down.