of me. The intensity of going straight from deep sleep to intense erotic passion brought about profound orgasms for us both. To me, Kis' touch was something well worth risking death for.
In our private moments, Shekhar remained a kind and compassionate lover to me. I could almost forget the nightmarish encounter with Kis where he had brutalized us both. Yet, I knew that just below the charming surface roosted a black heart and was sure that the monster would eventually rear its ugly head again.
And so it continued. When Shekhar called for me, I played my part of devoted lover and fiancé. I wanted nothing more to find a way to leave the harem. But even if I could get out, there was no guarantee that Kis could get out too and I simply had to stay near her. And at times he was otherwise occupied; I carried on my affair with Kis under the protective veil of the night.
Shekhar's mother, Padma became consumed with me and much of my day was spent planning the approaching lavish wedding. I struggled through each endless planning session with her only to rush to the bathroom to become violently ill afterward. My life had become a nightmare. I dreaded considering my future as Mrs. Kulkarni, yet I couldn't fathom life without Kis. And to somehow escape Shekhar would doubtlessly also mean losing her.
Part 5
Six months raced by and brought me careening into the eve of my wedding. Padma had every moment of my day planned for primping and preparing. She told me she hoped I'd had my fill of Shekhar the previous night as I wouldn't be seeing him again until I was walking down the aisle to him.
Oh how I bit my tongue to refrain from telling just how much I had in fact had my fill of the bastard.
I moved through the day in a blur. I was far beyond tears by the time that day rolled around. My mind lived in the place that was just before madness. I was pliant and willing to be led around by Padma from one function to the next. I lay nude on a table in the salon as workers covered my body in the paste made of turmeric and honey. After I was left to soak in that, I was then washed in a bath or fragrant rose water. Next they washed, waxed, and brushed every inch of my hair, preparing and cleaning it to be elaborately styled in the morning. Then numerous artists worked to cover my legs, feet, arms, and hands in gorgeous henna art. It was late that night when I was finally allowed to go to sleep for a few short hours.
Padma had me up before the sun the morning of my wedding. I followed her like a puppy through another lengthy session of beautifying until finally at noon, I was fully prepared to meet my soon to be husband for our wedding ceremony. I stood before the mirror and gasped at my own reflection.
My large black eyes never looked more alluring with the rich and artful smoky makeup. Plump lips were colored crimson and seemed to invite a kiss. My slim body shimmered in the silky white saree that was covered with thousands of delicate, glinting crystals. It swept the floor and only when I took a step were my beautifully decorated bare feet visible. My hair was styled in a large bun comprised of a thousand perfect ringlets at the nape of my long neck. A jewel encrusted, golden shringar perched delicately atop my head, tracing my hairline, and scooping to the middle of my forehead in a cluster of diamonds. A heavy gold and diamond collar graced my slender neck and matching diamond earring dripped from my ear lobes. Elaborate haathpools of more gold and diamonds adorned my wrists and fingers. As a finishing touch, Padma inserted a nath, or nose ring into my nose. The effect was complete. I was the vision of the perfect bride.
And inside I was dying.
Padma put her hands on my shoulders as she stared at me in the mirror.
"My darling, Gita," Padma said. "I knew as soon as I first saw you that you would be the one my son would choose. And you will be so perfect. This
In our private moments, Shekhar remained a kind and compassionate lover to me. I could almost forget the nightmarish encounter with Kis where he had brutalized us both. Yet, I knew that just below the charming surface roosted a black heart and was sure that the monster would eventually rear its ugly head again.
And so it continued. When Shekhar called for me, I played my part of devoted lover and fiancé. I wanted nothing more to find a way to leave the harem. But even if I could get out, there was no guarantee that Kis could get out too and I simply had to stay near her. And at times he was otherwise occupied; I carried on my affair with Kis under the protective veil of the night.
Shekhar's mother, Padma became consumed with me and much of my day was spent planning the approaching lavish wedding. I struggled through each endless planning session with her only to rush to the bathroom to become violently ill afterward. My life had become a nightmare. I dreaded considering my future as Mrs. Kulkarni, yet I couldn't fathom life without Kis. And to somehow escape Shekhar would doubtlessly also mean losing her.
Part 5
Six months raced by and brought me careening into the eve of my wedding. Padma had every moment of my day planned for primping and preparing. She told me she hoped I'd had my fill of Shekhar the previous night as I wouldn't be seeing him again until I was walking down the aisle to him.
Oh how I bit my tongue to refrain from telling just how much I had in fact had my fill of the bastard.
I moved through the day in a blur. I was far beyond tears by the time that day rolled around. My mind lived in the place that was just before madness. I was pliant and willing to be led around by Padma from one function to the next. I lay nude on a table in the salon as workers covered my body in the paste made of turmeric and honey. After I was left to soak in that, I was then washed in a bath or fragrant rose water. Next they washed, waxed, and brushed every inch of my hair, preparing and cleaning it to be elaborately styled in the morning. Then numerous artists worked to cover my legs, feet, arms, and hands in gorgeous henna art. It was late that night when I was finally allowed to go to sleep for a few short hours.
Padma had me up before the sun the morning of my wedding. I followed her like a puppy through another lengthy session of beautifying until finally at noon, I was fully prepared to meet my soon to be husband for our wedding ceremony. I stood before the mirror and gasped at my own reflection.
My large black eyes never looked more alluring with the rich and artful smoky makeup. Plump lips were colored crimson and seemed to invite a kiss. My slim body shimmered in the silky white saree that was covered with thousands of delicate, glinting crystals. It swept the floor and only when I took a step were my beautifully decorated bare feet visible. My hair was styled in a large bun comprised of a thousand perfect ringlets at the nape of my long neck. A jewel encrusted, golden shringar perched delicately atop my head, tracing my hairline, and scooping to the middle of my forehead in a cluster of diamonds. A heavy gold and diamond collar graced my slender neck and matching diamond earring dripped from my ear lobes. Elaborate haathpools of more gold and diamonds adorned my wrists and fingers. As a finishing touch, Padma inserted a nath, or nose ring into my nose. The effect was complete. I was the vision of the perfect bride.
And inside I was dying.
Padma put her hands on my shoulders as she stared at me in the mirror.
"My darling, Gita," Padma said. "I knew as soon as I first saw you that you would be the one my son would choose. And you will be so perfect. This
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