harem has never in all my years known a woman who could come close to your beauty. And you are kind, intelligent and obedient. You will be the perfect wife, and the perfect mother to my grandchildren," she said happily, wrapping me in a gently hug so as not to mess my carefully prepared perfection.
"Thank you, Padma," I whispered, my voice catching in my throat.
***
The wedding was in the house of Shekhar Kulkarni, and was a small affair with only three hundred in attendance. All the women of the harem were there. They all stared at me with naked hatred. Except for my beloved Kis. She dared to watch me with haunted eyes. It was a small comfort to have her near on that, the day of my demise, but I knew her heart was shattering. For she knew what I knew. Though marrying Shekhar kept me close to Kis, there wasn't a doubt that I was marrying a madman.
The wedding transpired in a complete blur of which I cannot recall even now. Afterwards the party goers made merry, and Shekhar kept me at his side constantly. My bridal gown was too tight, and my stomach too distraught for me to consider eating, and my head grew light with only the first few sips of champagne. Before long I was drunk, for the first time in my life.
At midnight, Shekhar whispered in my ear. "Come my love, it looks as though I must take you to bed if I am to have you tonight; you have had far too much to drink."
I laughed the first happy sound to escape me that day. Little did he know the drink had been my coping mechanism for knowing I would have to join him in his bed chambers as his wife that night. I felt less frightened, and better prepared to simply take whatever was coming to me on my wedding night.
Shekhar took my hand and led me quietly away from the party that was still in full swing. We walked into the bedroom and I fell unceremoniously onto the bed. Shekhar smiled coolly at me as he walked up to the bed table approaching the telephone. "Do not go to sleep, I have to make a call," Shekhar said calmly with a strange tone underneath the calm.
I sat on the edge of the bed staring at the floor. I was vaguely aware of him barking into the phone that he was ready and to send her in. My head snapped up and I gaped at him, but I did not say a word. He turned from me and quickly disrobed, wasting no time. Then he turned and strode back to where I sat on the bed.
Shekhar began gently removing my wedding jewelry and taking it to the bedside table, piece by piece. Then he pulled me up into a standing position and spun me around so he could begin unbuttoning my wedding saree. I watched with a pang of sadness as my beautiful gown fell in a pile on the floor beside the bed. Shekhar stood behind me and I could feel his erection in my back as he reached around to massage my breasts roughly. Heat began to tingle inside me. I hated myself and fought my arousal, but I couldn't help it as his hands moved over my body. The door opened and Manu walked in. In my drunken state, I didn't even bother covering myself but when she stepped out from behind Manu, my mouth fell open.
There stood Kishori.
"SHEKHAR!" I exclaimed. I noticed a slightly alarmed expression on Manu's face at the sound of my distress. But Shekhar bellowed at Manu to leave and so he hurried out.
"Why is she here? Why, Shekhar? It is our wedding night!"
I couldn't bear it. I couldn't bear to go through the nightmare with Kis again. Not on this, of all days.
Shekhar's dark eyes narrowed and clouded with anger. "Do not question me, wife. This night, this is what I want," he growled. He put a hand on my shoulder and he shoved me to the ground. "Suck."
I glanced at Kis and the tears began to flow. But I knew I had no choice, so I took his throbbing cock into my mouth.
" Ahhh," he whispered. "Good girl," he praised. I whimpered.
"Stop."
I pulled away from him and my attention shot to Kishori. She stood still in the
"Thank you, Padma," I whispered, my voice catching in my throat.
***
The wedding was in the house of Shekhar Kulkarni, and was a small affair with only three hundred in attendance. All the women of the harem were there. They all stared at me with naked hatred. Except for my beloved Kis. She dared to watch me with haunted eyes. It was a small comfort to have her near on that, the day of my demise, but I knew her heart was shattering. For she knew what I knew. Though marrying Shekhar kept me close to Kis, there wasn't a doubt that I was marrying a madman.
The wedding transpired in a complete blur of which I cannot recall even now. Afterwards the party goers made merry, and Shekhar kept me at his side constantly. My bridal gown was too tight, and my stomach too distraught for me to consider eating, and my head grew light with only the first few sips of champagne. Before long I was drunk, for the first time in my life.
At midnight, Shekhar whispered in my ear. "Come my love, it looks as though I must take you to bed if I am to have you tonight; you have had far too much to drink."
I laughed the first happy sound to escape me that day. Little did he know the drink had been my coping mechanism for knowing I would have to join him in his bed chambers as his wife that night. I felt less frightened, and better prepared to simply take whatever was coming to me on my wedding night.
Shekhar took my hand and led me quietly away from the party that was still in full swing. We walked into the bedroom and I fell unceremoniously onto the bed. Shekhar smiled coolly at me as he walked up to the bed table approaching the telephone. "Do not go to sleep, I have to make a call," Shekhar said calmly with a strange tone underneath the calm.
I sat on the edge of the bed staring at the floor. I was vaguely aware of him barking into the phone that he was ready and to send her in. My head snapped up and I gaped at him, but I did not say a word. He turned from me and quickly disrobed, wasting no time. Then he turned and strode back to where I sat on the bed.
Shekhar began gently removing my wedding jewelry and taking it to the bedside table, piece by piece. Then he pulled me up into a standing position and spun me around so he could begin unbuttoning my wedding saree. I watched with a pang of sadness as my beautiful gown fell in a pile on the floor beside the bed. Shekhar stood behind me and I could feel his erection in my back as he reached around to massage my breasts roughly. Heat began to tingle inside me. I hated myself and fought my arousal, but I couldn't help it as his hands moved over my body. The door opened and Manu walked in. In my drunken state, I didn't even bother covering myself but when she stepped out from behind Manu, my mouth fell open.
There stood Kishori.
"SHEKHAR!" I exclaimed. I noticed a slightly alarmed expression on Manu's face at the sound of my distress. But Shekhar bellowed at Manu to leave and so he hurried out.
"Why is she here? Why, Shekhar? It is our wedding night!"
I couldn't bear it. I couldn't bear to go through the nightmare with Kis again. Not on this, of all days.
Shekhar's dark eyes narrowed and clouded with anger. "Do not question me, wife. This night, this is what I want," he growled. He put a hand on my shoulder and he shoved me to the ground. "Suck."
I glanced at Kis and the tears began to flow. But I knew I had no choice, so I took his throbbing cock into my mouth.
" Ahhh," he whispered. "Good girl," he praised. I whimpered.
"Stop."
I pulled away from him and my attention shot to Kishori. She stood still in the
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