Mr Caveman

First night

After all the rituals were done it was time for me to go home. To my new home. I was wearing the mantrakodi Jai bought me. It was a golden yellow shade. Along with all the other jewelry I had my thali on. I bid goodbye to my parents crying and now after sometimes I feel too tired. I leaned on Jai's shoulder. He pecked my forehead affectionately caressing my head. I fell asleep on his shoulder.

Ranvijay's pov:
I chuckled at my sleeping Pari. Her lips were puckered into a pout and her cheeks were puffed. I touched her cheeks. It was the softest thing I ever touched. Whenever I touched her cheeks it would be like touching a baby's skin. It made me want to eat her up. I pecked her cheeks. Sleep peacefully my love cause you would be getting none tonight. The journey to my house was a 1 and a half hour journey so she had enough time to sleep. I took out my phone and started filming each other to post on social media so everyone knows that Ranvijay Aditya Shankar isn't single anymore and now has a woman. I pulled the thali on top of the jewelry and kissed it. This was it. She was mine forever. We were bound together. I leaned my head on hers and took many pictures before keeping the phone down. I admired my sleeping woman. Soon I fell asleep with her drifting off into sleep.

That day after I shouted at her out of anger was my worst mistake. But my most despised moment was when My Pari ignored me. She cannot ignore me. Ever again. If she does I will chain her to bed and take her until she can't walk properly. God knows how much I restrained myself from taking her that time after I basically kidnapped her. I knew she wouldn't like it. She wanted to save herself for until our marriage and I respected it. But after today it makes me feel excited that I would be the one to touch her in those ways.... To taste her. To kiss her. To make love to her. I groaned at the thought shifting uncomfortably. You drive me crazy Anaya Ranvijay and you need to pay for it. Oh I will make you for it...
After sometimes I wake up to find my wife awake staring out the window in curiosity. The house was here.

She looked in my direction and innocently smiled. "Had a nice sleep My Veera?" She asked and I smiled back at her nodding. I hugged her by her side kissing her forehead affectionately. "Very nice sleep" I said and she smiled. The car parked in the parking lot and I got off and walked to the side opening the door. She got off and both of us came face to face to all my relatives who were talking among each other excitedly. The mansion was filled with people. Anaya went forward to my mother and gave her a box. It consisted of a golden bangle. My mother gave her the lamp. Anaya put her left foot on and got on. The rituals continued while I was suffering in silent pain. "Anaya... Sweetheart. Go take rest for sometimes. Your parents will take some time to get here. So you have enough time to sleep before you wake up" my mom says and my sweetheart wife nods with a smile.

"Come on Ammu I will help you take all of this off" Paru says and she smiles going with her. She turned to me with a shy smile before walking inside the room. Her long hair was swinging as she walked. No one would believe that her hair was purely natural and not extensions. It was so silky and soft. I couldn't wait for it be night. As beautiful as she looks in all that jewelry she would look better without it.

After a few hours my Pari came back all her jewelries off. The gold jewelry on her neck was taken off. Her hair was now open letting it flow freely all the way down her waist. She was wearing a sleeveless shirt and a skirt with a dupatta. She had a diamond necklace that my brother and her sister gave to her as a gift and the manjal thali and the golden chain on her neck. Her wrist was now adorned with red bangles and her face was devoid of makeup except kajal. "Veera?" I heard a voice in my ears and I shudder looking at my beautiful wife. "Yes Pari?" "Take a breath won't you?" She said. "Give me time to take a breath My Pari" I said wrapping arms around her waist. She giggled pushing me away slightly. Finally we heard many cars parking outside our mansion and she smiled widely running outside. I groaned. Stupid rituals. Very very stupid rituals.

Time skip to the night:
Finally all the rituals were done and all of the guests were gone. I was sat in the bed tapping the floor eagerly with my foot. Where was my Pari? I have been waiting for this moment for too long.... Way too long. All the things I would do to her run in my thoughts and I could feel a tightness forming in my pants. Sh*t. I hate it when this happens. Finally I heard a knock on the door and I open to see my Pari standing on the door wearing a red saree with a thin spaghetti strap blouse with a low cut. My breath hitched as I saw her and it drove me wild. God.... I am so thankful that she didn't wear this when all the others came. Only I can see her in this state. Me and only me. Her sister pushed her in and giggled shutting the door. My Pari gulped holding the milk out to me. I grabbed her wrist and pulled her closer to me roughly. "How about something else My Pari? I never liked milk since I was young.... Maybe you can find better ways to make me like it?" this was it. The last shred of my patience and now my dear Pari... You will pay for it..