An Arranged Marriage
A Story of Vows and Desires
I love writing stories that push the boundaries of desire. Boundaries of what’s forbidden. This is the story of Shanu, a simple village girl who marries into a world she barely understands. Caught in a love (love which is expected in an arranged marriage) triangle with her husband, Rajeev, and his city-bred girlfriend, Shikha, she embarks on an exploration of uncharted passions. As boundaries blur and desire takes over, they form a relationship that defies societal norms.
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It was a rather uneventful Wednesday evening when Shanu was in her room scrolling through Instagram reels on her bed. Her mother walked in and announced something that would change Shanu's life forever.
“Me and your father were talking. Your uncle agrees too. You have studied long enough. We are going to start looking for a guy. It’s about time that you got married,” her mother announced.
Shanu was puzzled and replied after a moment of silence, “What? But—”
“There’s no but. You are 21, this is the perfect age to be married. In fact, you are older than most girls in our village who are married. We cannot hold this any longer, on the pretense of your study,” her mother said while adjusting her saree unnecessarily.
Shanu's voice had a tinge of anger which was unusual when talking to her mother. “Pretense?”
“You know what I mean. Your uncle has some matches. Ask your friend Suchi or someone to take you to the city and get some grooming done, whatever you girls do these days,” her mother continued, ignoring Shanu's objections.
“But Ma—”
“All of this is best for you, Shanu. You are so beautiful, and beauty doesn’t usually increase with age. I have seen some of these matches. You would be very happy,” her mother said, before closing the door and leaving.
It was 7 PM, and Golampur was silent. Shanu sat there stunned. She had heard whispers of her getting married or getting too old, but she was only 21. The people she followed on social media were older than her and weren't married.
Shanu wanted to study, go to a city, and work someday. She wanted to have street food alone without a group of girls accompanying her. She wanted to take a flight alone. But her parents were about to marry her off.
She puffed her cheeks and went to the window. Golampur was usually dark during those times. She texted Suchi, who was barely 18, and more of a younger sister than a friend.
“Oh no!” Suchi replied.
“My parents are talking about it too. And I have no idea where I will end up,” she said. It wasn't a helpful reply. When Shanu didn’t reply for long, Suchi texted again, “What if you end up in Bombay, like Reeti?”
“Not everybody has her luck,” Shanu replied.
Shanu and Reeti knew each other, but they weren't close friends. In Golampur, everybody knew everybody. Reeti was apparently married to someone in Bombay with a decent job and a house of their own. Suchi would often tell Shanu about how happy Reeti was and how she was doing things that would have been impossible to do in Golampur.
Shanu sighed and kept her phone away. She lied down in her bed, wearing a loose kurta and salwar, and watched the ceiling fan go round and round, almost hypnotic. She wasn't excited about being the center of attention for a thousand odd people and marrying a stranger.
It had been eight months since Shanu's mother's announcement, and now Shanu was in a cab, heading from the Bombay airport to her husband's home. Her husband, Rajeev, sat beside her, busy with his phone. They had barely spoken more than a couple of words, except for Rajeev telling her about the nuances of air travel or commenting on how beautiful Bombay was.
It was close to 7 PM, and they were stuck in traffic. Shanu looked out the window in awe at the scale of the roads and the sheer number of cars. In just half the cab ride from the airport to Rajeev's home, she had seen more cars than she had seen in her entire life.
At 22 years old, having just celebrated her birthday a month ago, Shanu wasn't used to wearing dozens of bangles on her wrists, which clinked at the slightest movement. Her hands had dark mehendi, and her feet were equally adorned with intricate patterns.
“We should be home in about 15 minutes or so,” Rajeev declared, still not looking up from his phone.
Rajeev was six years older than Shanu, and he sat beside her in his plaid shirt and jeans, his legs sprawled wide open with their knees touching. Shanu should have felt something, but he hadn't touched her in any way since their wedding.
She had heard from her friends how handsy husbands could be, how they would grab bare skin whenever they got the chance. Now, in the back of the cab, with the driver uninterested in what was happening, her husband sat beside her, smiling and chuckling at his phone.
Shanu was wearing a red saree, which showed her soft but slender belly. She knew how to wear one, but she had wished she could have worn a lighter color. Red is the color of newlyweds, her mother had said.
She had spent her adulthood wearing loose kurtas and salwars, never letting the fabric hug her body. “Good girls don't wear tight clothes,” her mother would say.
But Shanu didn't need to wear tight clothes to highlight her proportions. Her hips drew attention no matter what she wore. She would feel stares from older men, younger boys, and even not-so-distant relatives as she moved around the local markets.
Sometimes, Shanu would catch someone looking at her with their gaze tilted down, their eyes dark with lust. It made her nervous but excited too. She was always conscious of her dark skin, which was darker than most of the girls she knew. Those stares, those long pauses men took before running their gaze all over her body made her feel confident about that one insecurity she had.
Before her marriage, Shanu's life wasn't entirely sexually inactive. When she went to college, it was only natural that some guys were taken with her shapely body and sexy gait, even when not trying to be so. They got her number, and they would text her.
Shanu replied to them, but she was always careful not to say something that would make her pleasure all too obvious. She loved seeing the guys send her elaborate messages, sometimes trying all too hard just to get on a call with her.
There was one guy, Rajkumar, who came very close to becoming Shanu's first. It didn't come to fruition because Shanu couldn't gather the courage to step out of her home to have sex with a guy whom she was never going to marry. Rajkumar was a year older than her. She was 19, and he was 20. They texted back and forth, and he would tell her things that made Shanu's heart flutter.
She could never put a finger on what she liked about him. He was tall but not the most handsome of guys. It was probably the confidence with which he talked about sex. He was the only guy on her chat list who would openly say that he wanted to fuck her.
“I love your ass. I wish I could kiss it right now,” he once said.
“What! You want to kiss me there?”
“Everywhere. And I will make sure that you are so wet that my dick will slip inside you almost instantly,” he replied.
Shanu was naive at that time. Even such crass proclamations made her excited. It was taboo to talk to a man after he had declared his intentions to slip his dick inside her, especially when there was no way for them to get married. But Shanu carried on, and he would keep insisting that she sent him pictures.
Shanu obliged a few times. She would crop her face off and take a picture of herself in a kurta and salwar without her dupatta. Without making it too obvious in the photo, she would pull her dress tighter behind her back, making the dress hug her breasts even tighter, to highlight how curvy her waist was and show where her juicy hips started.
While clicking those photos, Shanu felt something between her legs, something ineffably pleasurable, something for which she wouldn't have an understanding for a long time to come. It would become clear to her shortly after her marriage, though.
It was close to 8 PM when Rajeev unlocked his home to welcome his newly wedded wife. His parents were supposed to be there to welcome her, but they had already done the ceremonies in their ancestral home. His mother had insisted that he perform a few rituals before letting the new bahu inside the house. However, Rajeev simply walked in with two suitcases, leaving Shanu to follow.
It was a modest 1 BHK. Rajeev owned the place, her father-in-law had proudly said. Rajeev took off his shoes and looked at his wife, "Close the door behind you."
Shanu closed the door and put the latch on it. She heard Rajeev chuckle, "You only have to shut the door close, no need for a latch," he said.
"Oh," Shanu said, flushing. She adjusted her saree.
"Let me show you around," Rajeev said, after he took off his socks.
He showed her the kitchen, the bathrooms, and finally their bedroom. Shanu observed everything intently. The home was clean, small, but clean. The kitchen was sparsely stocked, the living room had a large TV and a sofa. The bedroom was where her husband seemed to have spent a lot of time.
It had a small desk, a large bed, and a floor lamp. Shanu turned the lamp on and off and admired the warm yellow light from it. The bedroom had a faint fruity smell to it.
"Make yourself comfortable. You have gotten something other than a saree to wear, right?" Rajeev said.
Shanu nodded, a faint smile on her face. She was tired. The journey, the exertion of seeing all these new things on the same day had made her eyes heavy, her neck ache. All those extra bangles, the weight of the saree, and the mangal sutra around her neck made her feel uncomfortable. Novelty can be exhausting, especially in high doses.
"Alright, you change and freshen up, I will call for some dinner," he said and left the room with a pair of clothes out of his wardrobe. Their wardrobe, Shanu corrected herself. He closed the door behind him. Shanu walked to the door, trying to latch it, only to stop herself, thinking of what Rajeev had said before.
She crouched down, unzipped her suitcase, and took out the first pair of kurta and salwar she could find. She looked at the door one last time before peeling off her saree. In her petticoat and blouse, she crouched down again to find a fresh pair of panties and a bra. Suchi had suggested surprising her husband on the first night by not wearing panties, but Shanu didn't feel like it.
She reached for the buttons of her blouse. It was when she had unclasped her bra that the door opened.
“Oh!” Shanu screamed, turning away from the door, covering her bare breasts with her hands.
“I am sorry,” Rajeev said, genuinely apologetic. “I had forgotten my charger here.”
Shanu could hear him move closer to her. She could feel his gaze on her bare back, the little dip in the place where her spine ended. She looked at her chest, her breasts barely contained by her arms, her nipples quickly hardening in embarrassment and excitement.
“I’ll just…” Rajeev said, as he brushed past her, his arm brushing against her bare shoulder. She looked at him, his eyes decidedly away from her. He opened the drawer and took the charger out.
Rajeev turned to her, his eyes lingering on her bare breasts, and then to her eyes.
“I will, uh…” Rajeev pocketed his charger in his trouser. He had changed into his home clothes of full-length trousers and a plain T-shirt. “I will order the food. Do you want to have some tea?”
He spoke slowly, his eyes restless, unable to decide where to look. Shanu stood there, in her petticoat, more naked than she ever had been in front of a man, or anyone for that matter, since she became a woman.
“Okay,” Shanu said, her voice almost a whisper.
Rajeev left after a brief pause. It was only when Shanu felt the door close that she let her arms go, let her breasts be bare again. There was a large mirror nearby. She walked to it to see how she must have looked to her husband. She stood in front of it, her dark brown skin smooth and soft. She curled her arms around her breasts. She realized that it had done nothing to cover her modesty. Her breasts, squashed by the arms, looked more lewd, her areolas two tones darker than her skin still prominently visible.
She exhaled sharply. She undid her petticoat and let it slip down. And then she peeled her panties off. She looked at the door, wondering if he would walk back in again, her heart fluttering inside her chest, beneath her bare breasts.
She finished dressing up, went to the bathroom to wash her face. Her bangles clinked and echoed in the bathroom walls, making her realize with every rub of her hand that she was married.
As she walked to the bedroom door, to walk out into the living room, she wondered what she was expecting that evening. Suchi had told her numerous things, and had even given Reeti’s number. Shanu was uncomfortable with the uncertainty, but a part of her enjoyed it. She decided that the next time her husband walks in the bedroom, she will not cover her breasts.
“She’s very hot,” Rajeev replied to a text.
“I see. So, have you changed your mind?” the other person replied.
“It will take more than her naked breasts, to change my mind,” Rajeev replied, with a wink.
There was a minute’s pause, before Shikha started typing, “Should I start from here?”
“Yes. Let’s have dinner,” he replied. He heard the door to the bedroom open, and close.
He turned around, and smiled at Shanu. She was wearing a loose kurta, Rajeev noticed. He had seen what was underneath that kurta, and wondered why Shanu would be so cruel to herself. Shanu had tied her hair up in a bun. As she walked, she brushed aside a loose strand of hair. Rajeev noticed how colored her hands were, how conspicuous the bangles on her wrists were.
His wife looked beautiful then, especially when she smiled at him. Her lips, thick and always seemed to shine. She walked toward him. He gestured for her to sit beside him on the sofa.
“Here,” he gave her a cup of tea.
“You shouldn’t have. If you wanted tea, I would have made it before going inside to change. I —”
“It’s alright,” Rajeev smiled a wide smile.
“I have ordered dinner, it should be here in another 15 minutes or so,” he said.
“Oh! So quickly?” Shanu said. Little did she know that those 15 minutes would be the longest 15 minutes of her life.
Rajeev smiled and sipped his tea.
He sighed, and then took a deep breath.
“Shanu, I have to tell you something,” he said, sitting up straight.
Shanu sipped her tea and looked at her husband, her eyes and ears focused on hearing what her husband had to say.
“Someone will be joining us for dinner,” he said, keeping his cup down.
“Oh! I didn’t know guests would be coming, I wouldn’t have changed into this —”
“No, No, that’s alright. She’s not a guest,” he said, letting out a heavy breath.
“Oh,” Shanu heard the word ‘she’ but acted as if it was all natural. She kept her cup down too. There was silence between them. Shanu didn’t know what to say, but she started speaking anyway.
“I will —”
“No, listen. I —” Rajeev rubbed his neck before continuing, “— I wish I had a better way to say this,” Rajeev looked up from his lap into her eyes, “Shikha is my girlfriend.”
Shanu blinked, her face contorted, her lips stiff. She looked around the living room, feeling lost. There were a lot of things she had expected for her husband to say on their first evening, before their first night in bed, but telling her about his girlfriend wasn’t one of them.
Rajeev felt the silence between them grow heavy. He wished he could say something more.
He had been thinking about having this conversation with his newly-wed wife for a long time, ever since his father had told him that he would not be marrying a "random woman."
"Don’t talk about her like that," Rajeev had said sternly.
"I don't want to talk about her at all," his father had replied.
"That's fine and all. But I am not going to marry someone from Golampur," Rajeev's father had declared.
"But—"
"I have a few prospects in mind. You will marry someone from Golampur, just like I did, just like your older brother did. I will send you some photos soon—"
"I won't do it," Rajeev had said firmly.
"Okay, then I will make a call anyway. But it will be about revising my will. I will leave everything to your brother. And by everything, I mean everything."
"That's—" Rajeev sighed, trying to calm himself down, "—that's unfair. All I am asking is—"
"Fine, I will give you time. I will call you after two days. I hope you will know what to choose by then," his father had disconnected the phone.
Shikha walked out of the bedroom, dressed in nothing but a satin gown, her breasts jiggling with every step. Shikha was 27 years old, the same age as Rajeev. They had met on Hinge a year ago. It was supposed to be a casual hook-up, nothing unusual for either Rajeev or Shikha.
Their first date began around 6 PM at a Starbucks and ended with a buffet breakfast at Novotel. Shikha had come to the date rather casually, wearing a summer dress with her arms bare and fair. Rajeev was particularly taken by the plunging neckline of her dress and the casual way in which Shikha would say things like, "It feels amazing to have a big dick inside you," while sipping her coffee, never breaking eye contact.
One thing led to another, and they were in their first check-in on the first date. Getting Shikha out of her clothes was easy, but what Rajeev didn't expect was her sexual energy. When they kissed for the first time, it was Shikha who pushed him onto the bed. It was Shikha who took off her dress, unclasping her bra and revealing her bare breasts. She was on top of Rajeev, with him pinned to the bed, as she kissed him. When Rajeev stopped kissing, she moved down to his crotch, peeling away the pesky layers of clothing and taking his limp dick inside her mouth.
Rajeev had been with many women up until that point. For someone who had only come to the city half a decade ago, he had made Bombay his very own. A steady supply of money from his job and a veritable bank balance in an account where his father would casually transfer large sums of money meant that Rajeev would spend every weekend out with his friends, treating them, their girlfriends, and the friends of their girlfriends to the best pubs in the city.
And eventually, these things ended up with a girl between his legs, sometimes him between the girl's legs, and sometimes both.
But the way Shikha rolled her tongue around his dick, the way she bobbed her head, the way she stroked his dick while still trying to curl it, made Rajeev prop himself up on his feet and look at her, to see how she was doing it. It took Rajeev more than a blow job to push him to the edge.
But there, in the hotel room, Shikha was naked, her bare ass on display, her naked breasts brushing against Rajeev’s thighs, and the slurp sounds that Shikha made – they were more than enough to push him to the edge.
When he fucked Shikha, it was after a long time that he fucked someone raw. It didn’t even occur to him that he should reach his wallet in his jeans, which were on the floor, to get a condom. He pulled Shikha by her hand, and she knew that he wanted her to ride him. It was unnaturally smooth how Shikha positioned herself above her breasts, her loose hair reaching just up to her nipples. She held his hard dick and sat on it.
Rajeev gasped loudly, that first penetration indelible in his mind, even when his newly-wed wife was sitting on the couch, looking pensive. Shikha and Rajeev had been dating since their first date. It was hard to tell when it became a relationship. Maybe it was when Shikha started spending all nights of a week at his place. It seemed only convenient that she moved in with him.
There were, of course, hurdles. Society uncles who asked him about his wife (even when he wasn’t married then), the watchmen lingering their gaze on Shikha as she sat beside him in the car when they entered the gates, the maids who had a tinge of taunt in their voices when they said “madam” to Shikha.
Rajeev and Shikha weren’t naive. But they didn’t care. Shikha didn’t care because she had no one else to answer to. Her parents were too busy to ask her why she moved out of her shared apartment. Rajeev didn’t care because he had no social circle, except for the friends who loved him for the free drinks he always arranged for.
They were each other’s worlds. It was perfect. But then, Rajeev had to make a mistake. He asked her if she would marry him.
It was a difficult dinner. Shikha was wearing a pair of lace lingerie, under her shorts and tee shirt. She had seen Rajeev get all handsy all evening, and she knew that when they got to bed, he would fuck her raw. Shikha loved Rajeev, especially the way he fucked her. When he was inside her, Shikha would look into his eyes. She couldn’t see anything in those eyes except vacant pleasure. It was as if when he was inside her, his soul left his body, as if his dick and her pussy were the only things that mattered. All those times he fucked her, and all those times, he always made sure that she finished first. Even if she had her wrists tied together, even if she had a blindfold on, she knew Rajeev would do things to her that would make her cum.
Shikha was looking forward to a fuck like that. She was deep in her thought, when Rajeev asked her if she would marry him.
“What?” Shikha had asked, in genuine surprise.
When Rajeev didn’t say anything, she said, “You are serious? I mean, you have always said that your parents —”
“I will convince them. I love you, and —”
“Yes,” she had said.
That was kiss was different. No rings were exchanged, no vows were spoken, but in her mind. But that kiss, after she said yes to Rajeev, felt different. Rajeev had gotten up from his chair, and had leaned over to kiss her, his mouth tasting of food and love. All that was a week ago before that evening of conversation with his father.
“What did he say?” Shikha asked, sitting beside him, her night gown sliding up, revealing her soft and thick thighs. Rajeev kept his hand on her thigh, and looked at her.
“What happened?” Shikha asked, touching his cheek. Rajeev’s eyes had teared up, his lips parted, his breathing labored.
He shook his head, slowly, a shake of defeat. He told her about the conversation.
“I see,” Shikha placed her hand on his.
“What are you going to do?” she asked, in a deliberate low voice.
“I don’t know, I —”
“Of course, you do. You are going to marry someone he chooses,” Shikha said. Rajeev looked at him, his face, terrified. They had fights before. But he had never heard his girlfriend speak in cold voice. He knew how she sounded when she was moaning in pleasure, he knew how she sounded when she was angry. but that evening, her voice was cold.
“No, I will figure something out. I —”
“There’s nothing to figure out, Rajeev,” she stood up.
“Shikha please, give me some time to think. We —”
“There is no we!” Shikha had turned to him quickly, her voice a pitch lower than it usually was.
“What are you going to do? Marry her and fuck me on the side?” Shikha exhaled audibly.
Rajeev stood up too, held his hand up. He put them on her shoulders, “I cannot be with anyone other than you. I —”
“But you would still marry her, right?”
Rajeev puffed his cheek, “Yes. And I don’t even know who the ‘she’ is. I —”
“And then what?”
“I won’t touch her. I will tell her about you, and I am sure someone from the village will —”
“Oh, shut up, Rajeev! What you are saying is disgusting and utterly impractical!”
“I don’t care. I cannot imagine a life without you, and I cannot imagine waking up next to anybody else. Please, try and understand. I am sure we can work —”
That’s when Shikha had broken down. In the very living room, where Rajeev told Shanu about Shikha, he had consoled Shikha, told her that he will make it work.
All this time, Shanu had been nervous and excited about her first night, her first fuck, the first time her husband would touch her. It seemed an eternity ago, that Rajeev had walked into the bedroom, when she was half naked. What Rajeev said had changed everything.
“Why?” Shanu asked, her throat crumbling under the weight of the disaster.
She wasn’t jealous. She barely knew the man whom the world called her husband. She wasn’t angry at him, not really. After all, you have to know someone long enough to be angry with them.
“I love her. And my father—”
“Why did you marry me? Why not somebody else?” Shanu asked. In hindsight, that question made no sense. A ‘why-me’ question barely makes sense in hindsight. Any other girl would have asked the same question. But at that moment, in the living room, when her husband announced that his girlfriend would be joining them for dinner, that question seemed particularly salient.
What was it about her that convinced Rajeev that it was okay to tell her that he had a girlfriend? Did he know that she had once sent a picture of herself in her bra to a guy? Did she appear naive? What will her parents say when they get to know about all this? Should she go to Reeti’s house right away? Should she call Suchi and tell her about this? Was this all a joke? Is this how marriages start? All those questions, and the only thing Shanu could manage was to ask her husband “why”.
Rajeev sighed, “Listen, I had to marry you because my father said so. But I—”
The doorbell rang. Rajeev clicked his tongue. It wasn’t the juncture at which he wanted to have Shikha come. He should have started this conversation before. He should have called Shikha home the next day. But he wanted Shikha to know that he wasn’t fucking his wife on the first night.
“Is that her?” Shanu asked, her voice alarmingly in a rage.
“Yes, probably—”
Shanu got up from the sofa and started for the door. It was a brisk walk.
“Shanu, listen—”
But she had already opened the door, after fumbling around the lock. It was just the food. Shanu had opened her mouth to speak, but instead froze, seeing a young man holding a bag. He wordlessly took out the food from his hot bag and handed it over to her. Shanu’s face was stern, her mind in chaos, but she noticed how he looked at her. Everything about her showed that she was newly wed. The dark mehendi, the bangles, the shining gold mangalsutra. The delivery boy’s eyes lingered on her, a hint of a smile. She took the bag from him.
Rajeev was beside her by then. “Thank you,” he said in a polite voice and closed the door.
He took the bag from Shanu’s hand and kept it on the dining table.
“Please, sit down and listen to me,” Rajeev said, placing his hand on her shoulder.
“Don’t touch me,” she shrugged off his hand.
“Okay, okay,” he raised his hand.
“What do you want now?”
“I want us to get along. I want us to know each other. I will be a good husband. You have nothing to be worried about. Nobody will know anything. And —”
“A good husband? You have another woman. And you are shameless enough to tell me this and expect me to get along with her?” Shanu wasn’t someone who spoke out loudly. But that evening she did.
Rajeev looked pained, his eyes filled with a mixture of guilt and pleading. "Shanu, I understand how you feel. I truly do. But I will always be loyal to Shikha. She's my woman, and I love her. As for you, I will provide you with everything you could ever want or need, except... intimacy. I won't stand in your way if you choose to find companionship elsewhere."
Shanu's eyes widened at this revelation. She could hardly believe what she was hearing. "You're saying you're okay with me... being with other men?"
Rajeev nodded solemnly. "Yes. Shikha will be staying with us, and I know it will be difficult for you at first, knowing that we're together in the same house. But I want you to be comfortable. Shikha and I will sleep in the living room, and you can have the bed and the bedroom."
The words seemed to hang in the air between them, as Shanu imagined what it would be like to walk in on Rajeev and Shikha, to see them entwined together, their naked bodies glistening in the dim light. What if she heard them moan? What if Shikha got pregnant with her husband’s child? She hadn't even met Shikha yet, but the image was already burned into her mind.
A strange mixture of emotions bubbled up within her – fear, regret, and even a hint of excitement at the idea of experiencing something that only a few people ever did. It was a thrilling, dangerous thought, and she couldn't help but feel drawn to it.
As Shanu stood there, the seed of doubt was planted in her mind, and she found herself questioning everything. What would her life be like with Rajeev and Shikha? What kind of future awaited her in this unconventional arrangement? Could she ever find happiness in it, or would it only lead to heartache?
Before she could process her thoughts any further, the doorbell rang once again, startling them both. This time, it had to be Shikha.
Rajeev looked at Shanu, his eyes filled with a plea for understanding, as he reached out to open the door for Shikha. And with that, a new chapter in their lives was about to begin.
Shikha didn’t stay over on the first evening. She had come to Shanu’s home for dinner and dinner only. Although it didn’t feel like she was a guest. Shikha knew which cupboard to open for plates and which for spoons. She moved around the house with ease. Shanu watched her closely, each of her movements.
Shikha was an inch or so taller than her. She wasn’t slender, but she wasn’t fat by any definition of the word. She had come that evening wearing jeans and a top. The jeans hugged her ass. Shanu wondered how her own ass would look if she wore that kind of jeans. Would her husband fuck her instead of Shikha if she dressed that way?
But it was more than just Shikha’s body. There was something ineffably attractive about Shikha. The way she would brush aside her hair while talking, the way she covered her mouth while laughing, the way she would smile at Rajeev — a mix of shyness and mischief, the way she would sit, pushing her breasts out. All those little things made Shikha who she was.
Shanu was just 22, an age at which it is difficult to understand that it’s not always your fault. Throughout the dinner that evening, Shanu spoke only when she was spoken to. Shikha had extended her hand for a handshake. Shanu had stared at it for a moment, then looked at her husband before shaking it. Shikha had smiled at her, and Shanu had smiled back, a somber smile.
Shikha had sat on the chair-sofa closest to Rajeev, and Shanu was by her side. Her husband felt distant, maybe it was because of the way he had slightly turned his body toward his girlfriend, maybe it was because he had so much to speak about with Shikha.
When it was time for Shikha to leave, she had looked at her watch ruefully.
She had looked at Rajeev and said, “I think I should go now.”
Rajeev had stood up and then her. Shanu stood up too. Shanu’s beautiful young face, grave and yet polite out of habit.
“It was really nice to meet you, Shanu,” she had said. Shanu had smiled at her and had given a slight nod.
And then Shikha asked her boyfriend, “Have you told her?”
Rajeev had given a stiff nod. “We have talked about it, but we still have to—”
“Will you come here tomorrow, with your bags?” Shanu had spoken. She was shocked at how evenly she had spoken. She should have been seething in anger. She should have been furious at the situation. Years later, she would understand that it was the mere shock of being told something that she couldn’t have thought of in a dozen years.
“Umm, Rajeev —”
“Yes,” Rajeev had nodded enthusiastically, “I don’t see why you have to come over for dinner every night, when you can stay here. I will talk you tonight about it,” he had reached for her shoulder and squeezed it.
It was the first time Shanu had seen her husband touch Shikha. His veiny hands, on Shikha’s shoulder, and that squeeze. It felt as intimate as a kiss. Shikha wanted to say more, but instead decided to simply nod in agreement.
The next afternoon, Shikha was there, with a rather small suitcase. Rajeev was in the shower when she rang the bell. Shanu had opened the door for her husband’s girlfriend.
“Hi,” Shikha had said, smiling, her cheekbones blushing a little, her eyes a little smaller when she smiled.
“Hello,” Shanu had said, opening the door. “Rajeev is in the shower,” she had added.
Shikha had walked in and kept the suitcase near the couch. “Would you like some water?”
“Is there any beer?” Shikha had asked. “It’s terribly hot today.”
Before Shanu could answer, Shikha had moved to the fridge and opened it. Shanu folded her arms, her wedding bangles clinking, as she saw Shikha bend over and take a beer out of their fridge.
When they sat down, Shikha was the first to speak, “I understand that this is not what you had expected. I had told Rajeev many times before that it was a bad idea. Even after your match was finalized. I had told him to tell you this before the wedding. But—”
“It would have been a bigger nightmare. Nobody else knows about this, but if he had told me this before our marriage, I would have to tell my mother about it. And, something like this…” Shanu shook her head and sighed.
Shikha sipped her beer and thought about something before saying, “I know this too soon. But think of me as a friend. This is a new life for you, and for me too. Me and Rajeev have lived together before, but this, this different. Trust me, I am as nervous as you are.”
Shanu nodded. She said, “Will you two be comfortable here, in the living room? I..” she took a pause, choosing her words, “… I think you two should move to the bedroom. I wish there were two rooms here. It would have been—”
“Oh yes, we are going to buy something new very soon. It will still take probably a year for us to move to a bigger place,” Shikha said, placing her beer down.
Shanu was quiet. She had nothing to add to it. She didn’t understand buying a house, and even though she was the wife, there was hardly anything she had, other than the ceremony, to have a say in the matters of Rajeev and Shikha.
Seeing her quieten, Shikha tried to lighten the mood and said, “We can talk about sleeping later. It’s your first proper evening here. We should certainly have a party in the evening.”
“A party? Should we invite people? What will we —”
“Of course not! We are three, that’s a party already!” Shikha said, giggling. She took a large swig from her beer can.
Rajeev walked in the living room by then, “Oh, you are already here?”
Rajeev had two voices. One for his wife, and one for his girlfriend. When he spoke to Shanu, his voice was even, almost deferencial. Each word was deliberate, he would move his head with each word. For Shikha, his voice was all over the place, going up and low, warmer. It was more spontaneous, each word said with a smile in his voice.
“I was telling Shanu, that we are having a houseparty this evening. We have to welcome her to the city. And to this madness that we have weaved,” Shikha said, before taking out her phone to type a checklist of things.
Shikha loved making checklists and her Notes app was full of them, many of which had long lost their purpose. Nonetheless, she always made a detailed checklist for everything she had to do.
The trio spent the afternoon chatting and eating. Shikha did most of the talking, while Rajeev interjected with necessary information. During lunch, Shanu and Shikha sat opposite each other with Rajeev in the middle. As they chatted about various things, Rajeev finally felt at ease after a long time. He had imagined this moment countless times before, with each scenario worse than the previous one. But seeing these two women who were both integral to his life getting along was a relief.
Rajeev observed Shanu who had started to smile as they talked. She looked beautiful in her simple kurta and shy smile. Her long hair was tied up in a bun and her dark skin shimmered when the light hit her just right. If Shikha wasn't in his life, Rajeev may have been attracted to her. Shanu's hips swayed as she walked, each cheek moving independently of the other. Her loose kurta would billow in the air, occasionally hugging her voluptuous curves. Her breasts had an innocent quality to them. Even when he had seen her naked, with her arms covering her breasts, Rajeev noticed how hot her side boobs were, and how large her areolas were. He wondered what her nipples would look like when they were hard and when he would--
"Isn't that true, Rajeev?" he heard Shikha say.
"What?" Rajeev asked, snapped out of his chain of thought.
"That you didn't think we would meet again after our first date?" Shikha repeated.
Rajeev chuckled and replied, "I thought you were too hot to reply to my text after we left the hotel the next morning." He looked down at his food after speaking.
A heavy silence followed from the two women. Maybe he should have paid more attention to what Shikha had said about their first date. Perhaps, he shouldn't have made it obvious to his wife that he had slept with Shikha on their first date.
They continued eating in silence for a while.
“So, for this party, what will we be doing? Should I cook something?” Shanu asked.
“Absolutely not. We will order some really great food. And, in an hour or so, we are all going out to buy a few things. I also want to take you shopping,” Shikha said.
Rajeev looked up. Shanu asked, “Shopping? But I don’t need anything. I—”
“I want to buy you a few things. Rajeev tells me that you have only gotten kurtas for outside. At home, I want you to chill. Also, I cannot relax when you are all formal in the house,” Shikha said.
“And we will have to buy alcohol, a few packets of cigarettes, some chips, and I also have to make a stop at Dharavi. Ramesh says he has something really nice in his stock,” Shikha added, looking at Rajeev.
“Oh my God! You have that kind of party in mind,” Rajeev said. “I think we should give Shanu some time to adjust to this new—”
“Ridiculous,” Shikha said to her boyfriend and then looked at Shanu. “It will be a chill party. You will have loads of fun, Shanu. Trust me.”
“But I don’t drink or smoke, and—”
“It’s alright. Just relax for now,” Shikha said.
Shanu sat in the backseat as Rajeev drove around with Shikha beside her. They kept pointing to things and telling Shanu names of the places, places of interest in quick succession. Shanu didn’t register much, but nodded with enthusiasm. Their first stop was at a mall.
It was the first time Shanu was at a mall. The sheer scale of the building and its design left her awestruck. Rajeev was instructed to get alcohol and snack supplies while Shikha took Shanu upstairs to the ladies' section.
“I think you should try this,” Shikha handed her a nightdress.
“I do not wear such things. I—” Shanu looked scandalized. It was a sheer black dress with two thin straps. From what Shanu could guess, it would end above her knees.
“These are so comfortable! And it gets really hot here. At least try this,” Shikha pushed the dress on her. And along with it, she gave her a short cotton pant to try and a plain tee-shirt. “These are for tonight’s party. Take these, and try these. Send me photos if you are uncomfortable walking out of the trial room like this.”
“But Shikha, I—”
“Go! Oh, give me your phone, I have to give you my number,” Shikha said.
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"Yes, Ramesh, we should be there in 5 minutes. The usual place?" Shikha was talking over the phone. Rajeev looked tense. The wide roads that he was driving on had changed to narrow ones.
"We have to stop doing this. Can he not deliver it to her place?" Rajeev said, honking angrily.
"And you want him to know your address? This is better. We pay cash, there’s no trace," Shikha said.
"What are we doing here?" Shanu said, with the shopping bags of her new clothes beside her.
"Umm, it’s a little complicated. We —"
"We are buying drugs, Shanu. Nothing dangerous, just something to calm our nerves and let us relax," Shikha interjected, with brutal honesty.
"What? Drugs? Aren’t they —"
"Yes, they are bad for health and all. But so is breathing. We all die of death eventually," Shikha said, before telling Rajeev to stop.
She got out of the car and wordlessly gave a man standing by the road a wad of cash, and in return, took a pouch. She didn't look back at him and got in the car. Rajeev started turning his car around.
"Shanu, you will remember this evening. All you have to do is trust me," Shikha said.
It was close to 6 PM when they finally reached home. Shikha told Shanu to freshen up and change, and said that she would follow. She told Rajeev to decide on a menu and order food so that it would arrive on time.
In her bedroom, Shanu unpacked her new clothes. She chose a short white cotton pant and a red tee-shirt. Standing in front of the mirror, she put the clothes on her body. The short pant ended halfway up her thigh. The tee-shirt was decent, except that it might be too tight for her 32D breasts. She sighed and went to the washroom to freshen up.
While showering, she took extra care to lather her pubes and armpits. When she was cleaning her crotch, she realized that she was doing all that for no particular reason since nobody was going to see her that way tonight. Maybe it should be Shikha who would be cleaning herself that thoroughly.
When she was out of the shower, she put on her bra and panties. As she put her legs inside the short and pulled it up, she realized that she was wrong about its length. Due to her wide hips, the short was even shorter, ending before half of her thighs. She looked at herself in the mirror, almost failing to recognize herself. She had seen herself naked, but there, in the mirror, in those short pants that she was supposed to wear and go out to the living room, she looked like a stranger to herself. She didn’t dislike her reflection, but it was certainly different.
The tee-shirt was predictably tight. The tee-shirt did cross the waistband of the pant, but a little movement here or there, and the tee-shirt would ride up, exposing a strip of flesh on her belly. Shanu could even see her navel. She pulled the tee-shirt down, only to see that it accentuated her breasts.
She looked at herself one last time in the mirror.
She sat on the edge of the bed to gather her thoughts. She could hear Rajeev and Shikha moving around and talking in the living room. It occurred to her that it was the first time that they were alone together while Shanu was away behind a closed door. She swung her legs, reflecting the chaos within her mind. She looked at her bare legs, at her shapely feet. The base of her feet still had the color of mehendi, faded but a reminder that not so long ago, she was married.
She curled her toes and uncurled them.
She heard Shikha laugh. She wondered what Rajeev had said to her that made her laugh. Shanu didn’t want this. She didn’t want to get married so soon. She wanted to come to a city, much like Bombay. She wanted to live alone, or maybe with roommates of her own age. She wanted to be carefree and, more importantly, free.
She had tucked her mangalsutra into her tee-shirt, only the black beads visible, looking out of place with her outfit. Her bangles were the same. But then again, Shanu felt out of place in the whole arrangement. It should have been just her and her husband in the house this evening, but instead, there was another woman.
Then there was the issue of the party. There would be alcohol, something Shanu had never touched. She had only seen her father and uncle drink, but that too was looked down upon by her mother. She would have never imagined having her first sip of alcohol in the presence of her husband's girlfriend. Then there were drugs, something that Shanu knew nothing about. The way Rajeev talked about it, it seemed as if it was something that Shikha and Rajeev regularly indulged in.
There was so much she didn't know about her husband, and probably would never know. It was only the second evening in the city, and her marriage was supposed to last a lifetime.
There was a soft knock on the door.
"Can I come in?" It was Shikha.
Shanu got up from her bed and walked to the door in bare feet, her bare legs and hips swaying in her new short cotton pants. She pulled her tee-shirt once before reaching for the door.
Shikha had a smile on her face and let her eyes run over Shanu's entire length.
"See, I told you this would look great on you," she said before walking in.
"I am done here. You will probably need the room to change. I-"
"Don't be silly. Close the door," Shikha said, walking into the bedroom with a few clothes in her hand.
She dropped the clothes on the bed and turned toward Shanu.
"I wanted to talk to you," she said.
"Oh," Shanu said, closing the door and walking toward her.
The two women sat by the edge of the bed. Shikha reached for Shanu's hand and said, "I want you to feel comfortable. I want you to feel at home. This is your home. And if we are asking you to be here, I cannot imagine living in a place where you are not comfortable," Shikha said.
"I... I don't know what to say. All of this is..." Shanu's voice trailed off.
"I don't know everything either, but the least we can do is to be comfortable in our clothing," Shikha said, hovering her hand over Shanu's bare thigh and caressing it.
Shanu's eyes widened, and she looked at Shikha.
"Be comfortable with your bare skin. We are doing something unusual here. There's no guidebook. The least we can do is have some fun and let our bodies guide us," Shikha finished talking and stood up.
Without another word, she started undressing in front of Shanu.
"Shikha, I-"
Shikha's top was off by then. She stood in front of Shanu in her bra. She smiled and said, "It's just us women here. Relax," she said before unclasping her bra.
Shanu gasped, her mouth slightly parted, as she saw Shikha casually bare her breasts in front of her. In one swift motion, she let her bra fall on the bed and moved to unbutton her jeans.
Shanu watched her breasts, bold and naked. They were smaller than Shanu's, but there was a confidence about them in being naked. While Shanu always rushed to cover herself, even in privacy, Shikha stood there as if she was still clothed, pushing her breasts out as she got out of her jeans.
She stepped out of her jeans and looked at Shanu. She laughed.
"Look at you, staring at me," she said.
Shanu looked away, embarrassed. Her cheeks were on fire, her ears blasting hot air of embarrassment.
Shikha laughed out loud. Her taut breasts jiggled slightly as she laughed at the abashed Shanu. She suddenly stopped.
"Wait, am I seeing this right? You're wearing a bra, Shanu?"
"Umm, yes. I mean, I always-"
"You're home!" Shikha said, walking up to her.
Shanu was acutely aware of a practically naked woman, her husband's girlfriend. She felt Shikha's touch on her shoulder.
"We have to get you out of this. How can you relax with a bra pressing down on your breasts?" Shikha brushed against Shanu's breasts.
"But we'll be in the living room," Shanu protested.
"With me and your husband. I'm standing here with my breasts out, and you're worried about wearing a bra in front of me? And the other person is your husband," Shikha said, gesturing for her to stand up.
As Shanu stood up, she didn't know if Shikha was mocking her by using the word husband, or if it was something she said to convince her. If Shikha wasn't around, her husband would probably have seen her in a lot less than a bra. Shanu would probably have been fucked by then. She didn't know how it would have felt. But yes, being braless in front of him wouldn't have been a concern.
Shanu felt Shikha's fingers on the hem of her tee-shirt, and then the fingers on her bare belly. Shikha started pulling off Shanu's top. Shanu raised her arms and let the tee-shirt be removed.
The air in the room struck Shanu's bare skin. Her arms instinctively went to cover her bra-clad breasts.
Shikha wordlessly reached for Shanu's wrists and gently pulled them away. She held Shanu by her wrist and said, "Come here."
Together they walked in front of the mirror. Shikha positioned herself behind Shanu. Only slightly taller than Shanu, Shikha was still broader than her.
She looked into Shanu's eyes in the reflection on the mirror. Shanu's eyes darted around. Shikha caressed her shoulder, slowly tracing around Shanu's shoulder blades, inching closer to the clasp of the bra. Shikha could feel Shanu's goosebumps becoming prominent with every slight movement that Shikha made.
When she was at her bra clasp, she looked at Shanu's reflection again. Her body, dark and young, her belly soft and supple. Shikha looked into her eyes, those scared, nervous eyes as she unclasped Shanu's bra.
"I..." Shanu started speaking. Before she could finish the sentence, Shikha peeled the bra away, off Shanu's shoulder, and finally rested her hand on Shanu's bra-cups.
Shanu gasped. It was the first time in her life that someone else had touched her there. It was a woman. It was her husband's girlfriend. Shanu felt a chill run down the length of her spine, her heartbeat increasing every second. Shikha didn't squeeze Shanu's breasts. She was a woman too. She knew that women don't like their breasts squeezed so early on. Instead, Shikha let her finger run over Shanu's nipples, circling them once before pulling away the bra.
She took away Shanu's bra. In front of the mirror stood two women with their bare breasts. One was dark and young. The other was a little older and fair. Shanu didn't reach to cover her breasts that time. She didn't raise her gaze. Shikha threw the bra on the bed. It landed next to her own bra. She caressed Shanu's back.
"You have really soft skin," she said to Shanu. Her voice was soft, a dance of whispers.
"Here," she handed over the tight white tee-shirt to Shanu, her boyfriend's wife.
Shanu took the tee-shirt and put it on. Shikha saw her as Shanu squeezed her body into the tee-shirt. She saw how the tee-shirt's hem brushed over Shanu's dark, hard nipples. When she had put her shirt on, Shanu saw herself in the mirror. Her nipples were visibly poking through the tee-shirt, hard and round. Even without the bra, her breasts were perky. The tee-shirt hugged her breasts better, tracing every intimate curve.
The tee-shirt didn't feel too tight anymore. And it was true what Shikha said, she could breathe easier. After being stripped half-naked in front of Shikha, Shanu didn't worry so much about the strip of skin that the tee-shirt showed. She didn't pull the tee-shirt down to cover more of her. Shanu tried to control her breathing, looking at her reflection to see her chest rise and fall, every breath accentuated by being braless in a tee-shirt.
"I will take a shower and be back," Shikha said. She was behind Shanu, some of her still visible in the mirror. She slipped out of her underwear. Shanu saw her bare pelvis joint, the place where her torso ended and her thighs started. That time, she didn't look away. Shikha reached for a towel and started walking to the bathroom. Shanu watched her go, Shikha's naked body swaying as she moved away from her, casually naked in front of her.
Alone in the room again, she sat down, her hands clasped on her lap. Her mind was blank, in the sense that it didn't have a focal point. Every time she took a breath, she could feel the tee-shirt graze against her bare nipple. In the past, whenever Shanu was braless, she would wear a loose kurta, alone in her room back home. The loose kurta never made her nipples hard, but that tee-shirt not only kept teasing her nipples but also made sure that it was visible to anybody who cared to look at her breasts, that she was excited.
She reached for her phone. There were a few messages from Suchi and a few from guys who had her WhatsApp number. It was mostly congratulations for her wedding. She had changed her profile picture to a photo of her in a bridal dress. It was strange to look at it. It seemed a lifetime ago that she was dressed as a new bride, and here she was after being stripped half-naked by her husband's girlfriend.
She wished she could tell someone about this. She wished she had a friend whom she could trust to understand the turmoil in her mind. She wished her only friend wasn't Suchi, whose sole focus was sex on the marital bed.
Shanu was sitting on the bed, which was supposed to be her marital bed. She heard water in the bathroom. She smoothed out the bedsheet, lost in her thoughts about the bed which would never be her marital bed, the woman in the shower who was her husband's girlfriend, the party ahead, and a "normal" life that she would never have.
The door to the bathroom opened, and Shikha came out, patting herself dry.
"I'm sorry if I took long. I would have liked to wash my hair, but there's no time," Shikha said.
Her naked breasts jiggled as she patted herself dry. She took the towel and wiped her crotch. It was the first time Shanu had seen a naked woman. She gulped, looking at Shikha. Everything about her was imperfect, and yet, together, she was attractive. Her belly bulged a little whenever she bent over, and her breasts weren't as perky as Shanu's. But the way Shikha held her posture, her confidence in being naked in the room with someone else, made her attractive.
Shikha walked toward Shanu, and she froze as she saw the naked woman coming toward her. She wondered what she would do. Shikha leaned over and took her pair of clothes.
Shanu watched as she got dressed, not bothering with any type of underwear. She wore short pants, just like Shanu, except Shikha's ass looked much fuller in them. Then, she put on a black top with a pair of thin spaghetti straps. The top didn't hug her breasts, but it meant that in the slightest of movements, Shikha's breasts moved.
She stood in front of the mirror, adjusted her hair, and finally said, "Let's get the party started."
When the two women walked in, Rajeev was setting up the table with the snacks. When he heard the women come in, he looked up. His eyes widened a little. The women weren’t looking at him. Shanu was looking down, and Shikha was talking to her, while Shanu nodded.
Rajeev had seen a lot of Shikha. It was Shanu whom he was looking at.
This 22-year-old didn’t look like the shy village girl he had married. So much of her skin. The way she carried herself was still shy, but her clothes. He could see her nipples poking out. He gasped when he saw the tee shirt was short enough to show a bit of her belly. Her dark skin glowed in the warm light of the room. Her thighs, supple and smooth. Untouched. His wife.
Shikha looked at him. She saw him looking at Shanu. She hesitated a little before saying, “Have you ordered some starters?”
Rajeev turned his head toward her, a little too quickly, “Yes,” he said, before adding, “Yes, I have.”
Shanu looked at him but quickly averted her gaze. She made her body smaller. It was a difficult thing to do, especially with her curvy hips, her braless breasts. And especially in those short pants and tight white tee shirt.
Shikha and Shanu sat down on the couch, while Rajeev sat on the lone chair.
“So, what are we drinking?” Rajeev asked his girlfriend.
“Umm,” Shikha looked at Shanu, thought for a moment, and said, “Let’s start with wine for our virgin and whisky for us.”
Shanu looked at her. She parted her lips to protest, but she decided against it. It wasn’t the wine she was going to protest about. It was the word ‘virgin’. It was the second day of her being a married woman. And yet, she was a virgin.
Rajeev, aware of the undertones in Shikha's comment, remained silent. He got up from his seat and busied himself with pouring the drinks. The clink of the glassware echoed in the quiet room. The rustle of fabric, the clearing of throats, the ticking of a clock in the background, all sounds seemed magnified in the charged atmosphere.
As Rajeev handed Shanu her glass, he couldn't help but notice her nervousness. Her fingers, still having the color of mehendi, her bangles clinking, the bangles she had put on because she was his wife, trembled slightly as they brushed against his.
"Here," he said softly, trying to infuse some comfort into the situation. "You don't have to finish it if you don't want to. Just sip a little, taste it."
Shanu nodded, her eyes looking into his for a brief moment. There was a question in those dark depths, a curiosity, a fear, and something else he couldn't quite decipher.
Shikha watched the exchange from the corner of her eyes. A pang of guilt washed over her, but she quickly squashed it down. This was the reality they had to live in.
As the evening wore on, the wine loosened tongues and eased the tense atmosphere. The music played on low in the background, and a sense of warmth spread through the room. Rajeev found himself struggling to focus on Shikha's words as his gaze kept wandering towards Shanu.
Shanu was on her second glass of wine, when the effects of it were visible on her. She had slight slumped on the couch, her eyes were glazed. Her tee shirt had ridden up, revealing her navel and more than a sliver of her bare midriff. Rajeev tried to look away, but his eyes kept going to the bare midriff of his wife.
The cotton pant that she was wearing, was hugging her thighs, highlighting how beautiful her thighs were. And her breasts. Her nipples would soften, only to harden and appear again.
The way the soft light played on her skin, the way her lips moved as she sipped her wine, the slight flush on her cheeks... He was entranced with his young wife.
Shikha watched Rajeev’s roving eyes and felt a twist of something unusual in her gut. It wasn't jealousy, as she would have expected, but something else, something far more complex. Guilt? Perhaps. Regret? Maybe. But as she watched Rajeev, and then turned her gaze towards Shanu, a strange idea began to form in her mind.
As the night deepened, Shikha slowly steered the conversation towards more intimate topics. She shared stories of her and Rajeev's past escapades, their shared experiences. She talked about the time when Shikha and Rajeev had made a three day visit to Lonavala, with an itinerary full of visits. But instead, they spent the entire three days, locked inside the room. She talked about the time, when she made Rajeev stop the car on the side of the road, because Shikha wanted his attention.
She would not go into the details. She did not say that she made him finger her in the car. She didn’t tell that in the hotel in Lonavala, Rajeev fucked her so many times, that her pussy was sore, that she had screamed in pain, in pain of joy. But, she said enough, for Shanu to understand things. Shikha wasn't sure what she was doing, why she was pushing the conversation this way, but something told her it was the right thing to do.
Shanu, on the other hand, listened with rapt attention. Each word, each laugh, each shared glance between Shikha and Rajeev made her feel a mix of emotions - envy, curiosity, longing, and a strange tingling excitement between her legs. The more they talked, the more she drank, and the more she drank, the bolder she became.
Finally, with a surprising amount of courage, she broke her silence. "I thought..." she began, her voice wavering but growing more confident as she continued, "I thought that on the second day of marriage, I would be in the bedroom."
Rajeev looked at her, startled. She continued, her words slightly slurred but clear. "That's what my friends told me. That newly married couples hardly leave their beds. That husbands... husbands would mount their wives at every chance they get."
“But…” Shanu sipped her wine again, “here I am, in the living room, hearing about him and his girlfriend.”
Rajeev was speechless, his mouth dry. His heart pounded in his chest as he looked at Shanu, who was now blushing deeply, but still holding his gaze.
Shikha cleared her throat, her gaze shifting between the two. A slight smile played on her lips. "Shanu," she began, her voice steady, yet filled with a hint of mischief. "It’s true he hasn’t mounted you. It is your second day of being married to him. Why don’t you go and sit on your husband’s lap?"
Shanu blinked, taken aback by the bold suggestion. She glanced at Rajeev, whose expression mirrored her own surprise, before quickly turning back to Shikha. Yet, Shanu was defiant. Fueled by liquid courage, she got up from the sofa. She adjusted her short cotton pant, and then her tee shirt. She glanced at her breasts, and noticed that her nipples had given away the fact that she was excited. With a tipsy resolve, she moved towards Rajeev.
She still had the glass of wine in her hand. She positioned herself, to sit on Rajeev’s lap.
Rajeev was stunned. His heart was pounding hard, as he saw, Shanu lower are large hips, in those short cotton pants on her lap. She swayed a little. Rajeev’s hands reached out instinctively to steady her. Rajeev’s hands were on Shanu’s waist. Her tee shirt had ridden up a little, as Rajeev held her, and as she continued to lower herself. Rajeev felt an unfamiliar chill run down his spine. The feel of a new bare skin under his fingers.
Shikha giggled, covering her face, her breasts jiggling through her top as she tried to control her giggle.
Shanu, seated on her husband’s lap, laughed with her. The two women laughed, with Rajeev, smiling nervously, his dick twitching under the weight of Shanu’s large hips. He kept his hands on the armrest, still uncomfortable by the way Shanu was sitting on her, giving his dick no space to grow.
Shikha, noticed her boyfriend, who was uncomfortable, with his young wife in his lap.
She got out of the sofa, and walked to her purse, which was in the dining table.
The atmosphere in the room shifted tangibly as Shikha reached into her purse, pulling out a sachet of pills. She walked to the seat, where Shanu was sitting Rajeev’s lap. Shanu watched as she held it out towards her, a strange mix of apprehension and curiosity swirling within her.
"This," Shikha began, "is MDMA. It will help you relax, help you feel more... open."
“Shikha, I don’t think we should do —”
“Here,” she took out a pill. She took Shanu’s hand, and put it on Shanu’s stretched palms.
Shanu turned her head to her husband. Her husband was looking at Shikha. In a moment of defiance, she slipped the pill in her mouth, and took a large swig from her wine glass to gulp it down.
“Rajeev, get comfortable,” Shikha urged gently. She took his hand and guided it onto Shanu's bare thigh. "You're her husband, after all.”
Shanu and her husband exchanged a puzzled look. Rajeev, took a deep breath, and wrapped his other arm around his wife’s slender waist. He shifted her weight, in the process rubbing his crotch against her hips. His other hand was on Shanu’s thigh. He had to control his urge, not to caress it. It felt smooth under his fingers. For a moment, Rajeev thought of how close his hand was near an untouched pussy.
Shikha sat down. She slipped a pill in her mouth, and gulped it down, in the practised mannerisms of a frequent pill-taker. She took a sip of her whisky, and leaned back, looking at her boyfriend and his wife. It was her engineering. The lengths we go to numb our guilt.
“Are you comfortable there, Shanu?” she asked.
Shanu nodded. Rajeev felt strong under her. She saw his hand on her thighs, his finger on her bare skin. Her pussy was tingling, her breasts felt warm, and her cheeks were flushed with blood. She let her body soften against his.
Rajeev's heart raced, his hand trembling slightly against Shanu's warm skin. The mixture of guilt, desire, and the surreal situation had him feeling dazed.
“So, you were saying, about husbands mounting their wives. What else do your friends say?”
Shanu took sipped her wine, which was close to being finished.
“They ask me how many times I have been fucked,” Shanu said. As she heard herself say it, she felt her heart race. Her body felt warmer than it earlier had. Was it the pill? She didn’t know. But she hadn’t lied.
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