*note I say this on a Indian show and wrote story about it. It may be uncomfortable.
My name is Riya. I just got married in an arranged marriage. It is our first night. I am in my room with my heavy Indian suit. He just came in. I get up and go to him and give him milk. He pushes me on the bed. He is touching me on my face then boobs. It feels amazing. He gets up and pushes me off to. He starts kissing me. I don't know what to do be sad or happy. Then he stops kissing and says he is going to sleep. I wish we had sex oh well. I just woke up. A little about me and him. He lives in a house by himself and me of course. I wear Indian sari and go make breakfast. He gets up and come downstairs. He come to me will I am making breakfast and kisses me on the neck. I say stop I am making breakfast . He still continues. Know he is taking my shirt off. I finish making breakfast. We go sit and have breakfast he leaves for work. He kisses me a goodbye. That was my first night.
