05-09-2022, 03:28 PM
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Nisha
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A couple of hours after the quirky moments I spent with my new phoney Husband, I am busy doing a photoshoot with my cousin-sisters and friends. All of us are adults here.
It is the last chance for the girls of my posse to take advantage of the professional photographer.
He wanted natural sunlight, so the photo shoot is taking place on the balcony, and we are treating him worse than a slave. He is obeying our every demand.
I am wearing a navy blue silk Anarkali suit and a wine-coloured dupatta.
We all got goggles on our faces, making a 'V' sign with our fingers and sticking our tongues out, showing off our sassy attitudes. It was a girl-only photo shoot, and we were enjoying our freedom.
Then I see him. Aditya, my Husband. I am still angry at him cause he unnecessarily made me cry at dawn.
I immediately break my pose, and everyone, including the photographer, curiously begins to search the 'WHY' behind my sudden bumbling. It was a 'why' and a 'who'.
"Ladies, can I borrow my lovely wife for a post-wedding photoshoot?" His voice is like silk sliding over a glass, and his manner is respectful towards my entourage of girls.
I roll my eyes behind my black shade !!! If only these girls knew this superficial charm is just a well-practised act. He is a sadistic monster who likes to make women cry.
He is like the pink monkey and knows he is the pink monkey but has taught himself how to stay in disguise among the brown monkeys by mimicking their actions so that they don't kick him out.
I must say he is very good at it. My posse of girls giggle shyly at his request, and they clear the area by staying at a distance. Some start to tease us with harmless remarks.
Aditya comes beside me, sauntering in brown leather shoes. He is wearing a navy blue shirt and dark formal trousers.
I snide at him, whispering, "You wore this navy blue shirt on purpose, did not you?"
Aditya matches it with a quip," Yes. I wanted to match the colour of our dresses to make you mad. Mission successful !! Your parents were heckling me for a photo shoot with you. They desperately want me to like you. They know what they did, don't they?"
Eventually, he flashed his signature grin, taunting my family and me for deceiving him.
I look with the corner of my eyes that my posse of girls is drooling over that.
This is a huge red flag. My Husband is a monster, but he is also a hottie. Yeah. Regretfully I must admit that he is handsome, young, and notoriously flirty. I have to spend atleast 5-6 months with this person before reuniting with my Rocky...my boyfriend.
This scares me. It should not, but it does after I shared that awkward intimate moment with him while marking his back to hurt him.
"Behave yourself during the photoshoot.", I warn him reminding him there are people present.
He smirks, "I will try, but there is no guarantee."
Oh god!!! This type of man -Rocky, Aditya they should not be doing an arranged marriage. They should do a love marriage.
Unfortunately, to my utter astonishment, he behaved, but I did not.
"Take off your sunglass Madam. You are about to create the memory of a lifetime, and eye contact necessary for that." The photographer suggests.
Will this man shut up !!! I am dying here of embarrassment. Each intimate moment I spend with my Husband becomes a slashing wound to my love life with Rocky.
Aditya took the shade off my eyes and put the sunglass in his pocket. The look he wore while doing so was as if he was undressing me smoothly. If eyes are the soul's window, he was disrobing my soul.
The photographer instructs, "Hold each other's hand and look into each other's eyes."
We did. Again we are intimate. The Sexual tension returns as soon as we touch our fingers. I feel the jolt. The swell of my supple bust touches his expansive chest, and a shockwave runs through my system.
I am a dancer, and getting intimate with other males like this isn't uncommon for me. I am habituated to this. I did this for 4 straight years and never cheated on Rocky, but this unshakeable chemistry between Aditya and me scares me. This is different.
Good!!! He also smells nice. Yeah, this is a nightmare inside a nightmare.
The windy photographer praises us, "I am getting lovely stills of the intensity of passion between you two."
Seriously !!! He sounds more like a failed novelist than a photographer right now.
Aditya is looking intensely at me. If my Rocky got the blessings of his voice, Aditya, my Husband, got the gifts of his eyes.
He got one of those gazes that make the world disappear around you and make you feel that you are the most important person.
The longer I let eye contact linger, the longer I feel I am the only person living in the entire universe.
"Hey", Aditya nudges me, and I return to earth.
He grins, "Behave." apparently, the photographer instructed us to give the next pose.
"Oh, sorry !!!" I smile shyly. My retinue of girls is giggling at my reaction and whispering god knows what kind of dirty stuff in each other's ears.
"That's perfect. Sir, peek into your wife's soul. Mam, please look away and maintain the shyness on your face. Hold each other's hand. The sign of a lifetime bond," The photographer suggests with a flop novelist's vocab.
Nice!!! He is giving live commentary now!!!-I thought.
The only good thing is that I did not have to act. I am a rosy, trembling mess. I can't think straight now.
"Where did you find this tool of a photographer?" I ask Aditya, keeping my voice low.
"honey !!" Aditya calls me.
The photographer was checking his clicks.
"What?" I found my voice weak. It was not a call.
"Your eyes are like translucent honey." Aditya looked at me with amazement, "In the centre of your honeyed lakes are the reflection of full eclipsed dark moons. You are 'honeymoon'." He laughs at his own description
The sunlight on my dark brown eyes has given them a honeyed iridescence, and my dilated pupils gawk at my Husband's charming grin.
"You are not supposed to talk to me like that," I warn him hissing.
"Ok next pose...Hold Madam like she is your guitar." The photographer suggests.
The posse laughs, and someone tells him, "Bhiya ji, you are gonna die alone if that is how you talk to women."
The photographer got a thick skin. They hear a lot of rude remarks like that.
Aditya put a firm hand around my waist and another on my right shoulder from the back side. I bend backwards, sloping my body while encasing his rippling arm for support.
"You are my guitar now. Will you scream the good kind of scream when I am going to play you?" Aditya looks at me from above and gives me a cheeky wink.
I sarcastically remark, flickering my eyes, "You are gonna die alone."
He smiles, "I am dying to know what kind of screams you make." gazing deep into my eyes.
How am I supposed to live with a man who flirts with me every second?
I have got no answer to this right now.
"Ok, Sir, Hold your wife from behind. Give her the secure embrace." The photographer says.
You definitely gonna die alone !!! I curse inside at the photographer.
Aditya twirls my body, and my back touches his front.
Aditya gently holds my hands on my belly, and my ass is brushing his crotch.
He whispers in my ears, "May your day be as peachy as your ass, my dear wife."
Excitement washed over my body. I wanted to protest, but my words got stuck on the tip of my tongue, and I started shaking.
Aditya chuckles, feeling my bodily reaction.
The photographer clicks.
*click*,*click*,*click*
...pound, pound, pound ..my pussy pounds between my legs in sync with each sound of clicking from the camera by staying in contact with my Husband's promising package.
"Do a kissing shoot." Someone in the posse suggests.
And it becomes a chant 'kiss', 'kiss,' kiss.'
I look nervous now. I can easily say, 'sorry girls, I am not comfortable with that.' and avoid a kissing shoot.
Aditya grins, "The crowd wants a crowd-pleasing romance. Be the inspiration."
I look at Aditya's thick lips. Aditya, to me, is like the dark alley you should not take, but you are curious about what is at that road's end. He is one of those things you must try before rejecting; otherwise, the regret of not trying out will haunt you forever.
If I kiss him in private to get him out of the system, I can't stop him. He is physically domineering to me, but if I kiss him in front of these women and don't like it, I can easily stop him.
The photographer sees my hesitancy and suggests, "It could be just like a ceremonial kiss, guys, just to show affection."
I whisper to Aditya, lying, "I only doing this for your sake to establish that our marriage is a real one, but you have to delete the pic."
Meanwhile, the posse's chant becomes louder 'kissssssss'
Aditya smirks but obliges, "Alright", and turns to the photographer, "Be ready."
I smile at the girls politely, "Nobody else is privy to taking pic." I don't want that picture to circulate.
They look at one another and reluctantly agree with affirmative responses.
I clear my throat and lift up my face inviting my Husband to give his offering on my beseeching full lips.
He lowers his head, and his succulent lips touch my full pattern. He doesn't kiss me thoroughly; he barely stays in contact with my lips, posing for the photoshoot just like the photographer suggested.
I tremble as we remain like a dove couple pecking on each other beak.
I can hear the clicks of the camera. My pussy trembles with each click.
His breathing rustled on my cheeks. I can smell the mint of the chewing gum. My lips start to move on his motionless mouth; I take the dark alley.
He kisses back just once with a slow smooch. My breathing escalates. I respond with a slow return smooch. Another slow smooch follows from his side, and I become more greedy. I give him two slow smooches this time, swerving my pout onto his.
The balcony fell silent, and the sound of our wet smacking prevailed along with the clicks. Back and forth, we keep spooning onto each other's lips, and soon it turns into a wild zig-zag kiss.
The camera clicks now sounds like applause, and I feel the moisture between my legs, my breasts get crushed onto his taut frame.
I moan onto my newlywed Husband's thick pulps, getting lost, "Mmmmpphh.."
Aditya breaks the kiss immediately.
I open my heavy eyelids, flooding my entire body in deep shame. My head is spinning, my knees are buckling, and Aditya is holding my waist firmly.
Priya, my best friend, comes forward and takes my hand, "That's enough . . You took her breath away."
Aditya halts us, "Wait!!"
Oh my god, what have I done !!! I did not manage to get Aditya out of my system; he is flowing through my system right now. I took the dark alley; now, I was lost.
Aditya takes the camera chip from the photographer and hands it to me.
He enunciates in a teasing manner, "I am a monster, my dear wife but I not that kind of monster."
I faintly say, "Thank you."
I reckon genuine gratitude in my voice for handing me the chip and stopping the kiss.
Once we were out of Aditya's hearing, Priya enquired gossipingly, "What was that monster stuff he was saying?"
I manage a weak smile stating, "Nothing. It is a silly story he wrote on the internet, and nobody read it."
Priya chortled loudly.
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A few minutes later.
"It is a buffet, isn't it?" Priya, a pixie cut cutie, my childhood best friend remarks.
We are opening some of the wedding gifts in a large hall on the ground floor of my new home...temporary home.
A core group of guests comprised of relatives and close friends are still present from both sides, mine and Aditya's.
Everyone has formed their separate groups based on either age or interests.
Priya is talking about the group in which Aditya is.
They are seven.
I look at that circle, and it is easy to spot the group leader of those 7 young men judging how expectantly the other six are turned at him.
His name is Nazir. A Kashmiri socialite. He got all the good looks of a Kashmiri minus the accent being a boarding college product. He is hirsute, very strong, got a solid body frame. He appears remarkably stylish in casual dresses but looks awful in formals. A very flirty charismatic Chap. He went to Dubai to work in his Brother's company, but now he is back overseeing the family dry fruit business in Old Delhi.
He is my Husband's best friend. I can see why though; both of them are notorious flirts.
Beside him is Sai Krishna. He is from Andhra Pradesh, very modest and got attractive dreamy eyes. He goes by the name Saiki.
Last night Nazir was telling us how they met Saiki. Nazir is the storyteller of the group.
He said, "In one word. Saiki is a beast." Apparently, they met him during his birthday, and some birthday celebrations are rough.They doused the floor with soap water and dragged the birthday boy through a long narrow corridor.
All the rooms on both sides of the corridor doors were open, and boys were standing to kick the shit of the birthday lad while he was being dragged. It was a custom, a ritual to test one's mettle.
According to Nazir, Saiki did not even shed a tear and got up like Nothing had happened. They all gave him the quote-unquote 'bro hugs' and greeted him with happy birthday wishes.
These men are savages, I thought, listening to that story. Aditya called it incredible endurance; I think that is sadism.
Saiki is an assistant professor at a college here. Nazir and Saiki are wearing Manchester untied custom-made Tshirts bearing their names. They both are crazy fans of that club. He also got a love for sports bikes.
Beside Saiki is standing Priyom. Priyom got a unique face as he is a mixture of Bhutanese and Assamese family lines. He got broad shoulders and looks good in any kind of apparel.
I like him. He knows how to cook and is exceptionally good at it. He cooked the entire breakfast for us.
Aditya told me that after Priyom's father died, Priyom funded his college education by cooking part-time in the evening in a Nepalese restaurant. Due to his partly north-eastern looks, he landed the job from that certain Nepalese uncleji.
Aditya admires him. According to Aditya, Priyom used to cook, and my so-called 'critic' husband did Nothing but sit there and rated each dish.
I don't know how such a nice guy become my monster husband's other best friend. He is an engineer now and doing a job in the private sector. He got a steady girlfriend of 11 years. I like him for that, just like Rocky and I going for the long haul.
Next to Priyom is Neel. An upper-class Bangladeshi snob who came to India to study filmography and stayed here to work in local industries.
Priya asked him last night, "Where are you from in Bangladesh?"
He snotted, "Can't you look at me and tell?" He is that arrogant!!!
Aditya laughed and informed a puzzled Priya he was from Dhaka.
I can see why that snob is a friend of my Husband.
He plays the guitar well, though. He was playing it last night and stole some hearts.
Apparently, he is very courageous, according to Aditya. He studied in a boarding college in Calcutta and did not like it there. So he swam an entire river to flee India and again came back.
I did not believe that story.
He even got caught by Indian airport security for smuggling weed to India. The amount was small, so they let him go. Aditya calls that fearlessness. To me, it is stupidity.
Among the seven, these 5- Nazir, Saiki, Priyom, Neel and Aditya are of the same age, look completely different from each other, are tall, do not like rules and are very good-looking.
So yes, it is a buffet for my friends Priya, Sunita and Ruchi. They can't determine which one to choose.
The remaining two members of the group are Asif and Sameer.
Asif is from Uttarpradesh. He got a short height and an unremarkable face. I noticed a tug of war between Nazir and Asif regarding the group's leadership.
So their group isn't a circle. It is an Ellipse with two focuses.
Asif, like Priyom, works in the private sector but comes from a family specializing in cultivating and wholesale marketing mangoes.
Aditya later told me the others call Asif & Nazir, the group's mom and dad, behind their back, as they always fight.
Sameer is from Rajasthan.The tallest of the group. He is about 6'4" and corpulent. He comes from a political family and is the moneybag of this gang. He also got a steady girlfriend, and their marriage is fixed.
He got an intimidating presense, but Aditya told me in confidence that his 5'4" girlfriend always makes him cry. That made me laugh. I want to meet this brave girl and learn some secrets from her.
Until then, Aditya did not know how his Shuag raat would be and was chatty with me.
Ruchi, Priya and Sunita constantly send signals to these men, but they are busy discussing something. They all got an intense look and drowned in their business.
Last night Nazir told us that their group has started an online business venture.
I asked about the business, but all seven of them did not speak a word.
Aditya said the venture is still in progress, and they don't want to discuss it in a crowded public gathering as these ideas are intellectual properties. Anybody could steal such unique ideas and patent them.
Ruchi whispers, "I like Saiki. He got a nice ass. Something to grab onto."
Sunita giggles," Nazir is my type, but Neel can play the guitar. It is a hard choice."
Priya teases her, "You can take both of them, just leave Priyom to me. I love a man who can cook."
Sunita slaps her arm, blushing.
Priya prods me, "I think you should get back with Rocky and divorce Aditya. I will nourish his wounded heart and make him mine. Nisha, you are so lucky. Your hubby is Yummy !!!" She was dramatic at the end.
Ruchi taunts me, "Right !!! Did not you see how she kissed her new Husband?! He must be great last night."
Sunita boosts me, "Details, girl, we need details. How was last night?!!"
My parents did not let me invite any of my college friends as all of them knew about my relationship with Rocky.
They only let me invite Ruchi, Priya and Sunita, my college friends. They also know about my relationship with Rocky as I was loud and proud about it on social media.
The mention of Rocky made me sad, and I felt regret for kissing Aditya with such shameless ferocity in front of so many.
I get up. I want to get away from this nonsense. The whole marriage and all the circus seem stupid to me now.
Priya asks, "Where are you going?"
I could not come up with an excuse.
"Today is Your Birthday?" A high-pitched female voice exclaimed, looking at her phone. She is my cousin-sister. Poonam.
Oh, I forgot today is Reema's birthday !!! I guess she did not want to ruin the buzz of my marriage with her celebration.
But I am in no mood to celebrate. My friends turn their attention to my cousin's group, and the demand for a birthday cake soon arises.
I disappear into the kitchen, leaving the gathering.
"Miss me." A baritone demands.
My heart aches, and I gasp, turning my head.
Rocky.My Boyfriend.
"How ?!! How did you come inside? Are you insane?"I exclaim.
Rocky rushes towards me and takes me in his arms, "Yes, I am insane for you."
Oh, I have missed him. I missed him so much. My body yearns for my love. We have been separated for a year courtesy of my parents and have met secretly only a couple of times.
We kissed like maniacs. My hands roam all over his body, and his urgent hands do not stay silent either. He pressed my back against the nearest wall while we suckled on each other's fevered lips.
"Wait, you must go." I huff.
Rocky is rubbing his nose on my throat, and I am grabbing his long hair.
"Please, Rocky, "I beg.
Rocky caresses my cheek, "Did your husband touch you?"
I had to lie, "No." and I lied to him with a straight face.
Rocky sighs, "If he tries, then tell him it would be marital r**ape."
I concur, "Ok, but you must go now, Rocky. Please. Call me later."
Then he was gone. Like a ghost, he came, and like a ghost, he disappeared.
How did he come inside, though?!!
I take a deep breath and take few minutes to reorganize myself .
I look at the floor. One of my earrings dropped during our short make-out.
I bend and reach for it. Before I could grab it, a wide forearm appeared and, with a nimble move, the owner picked it up.
Aditya.My Husband.
"May I ?" He asks. He wants to put it back on my earlobe.
"Why?" I ask. I don't trust him. He is not the trustworthy type.
"You want to hurt my ear to take revenge 'cause I wound your back."I throw my suspicion at him.
"Do you want to create a scene, my lovely wife, when so many people are present in the house?" He is teasing me again.
"Be quick then."I reluctantly agree.
He takes his sweet time, though, while setting my earring. I tremble at his touch on my soft earlobes. His fingers ran along the vibration of my neck before withdrawing. His eyes never leave my restless distrustful gaze.
He does not move and uses those magnetic eyes on mine. I can't look away. He is a master at holding eye contact without being creepy.
"Lemme take a good look if I have done it right." He grins, and I flush.
"What are you doing exactly?."I found my voice husky, and my eyes veer from his lips to his gaze.
I have tasted those lips, and I am hungry. I feel ashamed.
He can sense my yearning but does not pounce, keeping his promise.
"We are going out to buy the cake. What kind of cake do you like?" He asks.
"Should not you be asking that to the birthday girl?" I scoff, gulping. I can't just stop looking at his moving lips; he is so close to me.
Aditya put a hand on the wall crowding me further, and I quivered in nervous excitement as he leaned over me.
He shoots, glancing at my heaving breasts, "I am asking you."
I murmur, holding my breath, overpowered by his seductive presence, "Red velvet."
Aditya chuckles, "Then I am bringing chocolate."
I burst into flame and take a swing at him with an open palm, cursing him, "Bastard."
He easily dodges my swiping hand and puts on the sunglass he took from me.
"Bastard, no. I look like my father. I am very sure my daddy..."
"That's disgusting. I don't wanna hear it." I put my fingers in my ears.
He grins and chews his gum.
My heart flaps, looking at that dashing smile and those moving, well-defined jawlines on his face.
"Until next time, my darling wife !!!..until next time." he departs, leaving me breathless.
"FML !!!!" I exhale.
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A couple of hours after the quirky moments I spent with my new phoney Husband, I am busy doing a photoshoot with my cousin-sisters and friends. All of us are adults here.
It is the last chance for the girls of my posse to take advantage of the professional photographer.
He wanted natural sunlight, so the photo shoot is taking place on the balcony, and we are treating him worse than a slave. He is obeying our every demand.
I am wearing a navy blue silk Anarkali suit and a wine-coloured dupatta.
We all got goggles on our faces, making a 'V' sign with our fingers and sticking our tongues out, showing off our sassy attitudes. It was a girl-only photo shoot, and we were enjoying our freedom.
Then I see him. Aditya, my Husband. I am still angry at him cause he unnecessarily made me cry at dawn.
I immediately break my pose, and everyone, including the photographer, curiously begins to search the 'WHY' behind my sudden bumbling. It was a 'why' and a 'who'.
"Ladies, can I borrow my lovely wife for a post-wedding photoshoot?" His voice is like silk sliding over a glass, and his manner is respectful towards my entourage of girls.
I roll my eyes behind my black shade !!! If only these girls knew this superficial charm is just a well-practised act. He is a sadistic monster who likes to make women cry.
He is like the pink monkey and knows he is the pink monkey but has taught himself how to stay in disguise among the brown monkeys by mimicking their actions so that they don't kick him out.
I must say he is very good at it. My posse of girls giggle shyly at his request, and they clear the area by staying at a distance. Some start to tease us with harmless remarks.
Aditya comes beside me, sauntering in brown leather shoes. He is wearing a navy blue shirt and dark formal trousers.
I snide at him, whispering, "You wore this navy blue shirt on purpose, did not you?"
Aditya matches it with a quip," Yes. I wanted to match the colour of our dresses to make you mad. Mission successful !! Your parents were heckling me for a photo shoot with you. They desperately want me to like you. They know what they did, don't they?"
Eventually, he flashed his signature grin, taunting my family and me for deceiving him.
I look with the corner of my eyes that my posse of girls is drooling over that.
This is a huge red flag. My Husband is a monster, but he is also a hottie. Yeah. Regretfully I must admit that he is handsome, young, and notoriously flirty. I have to spend atleast 5-6 months with this person before reuniting with my Rocky...my boyfriend.
This scares me. It should not, but it does after I shared that awkward intimate moment with him while marking his back to hurt him.
"Behave yourself during the photoshoot.", I warn him reminding him there are people present.
He smirks, "I will try, but there is no guarantee."
Oh god!!! This type of man -Rocky, Aditya they should not be doing an arranged marriage. They should do a love marriage.
Unfortunately, to my utter astonishment, he behaved, but I did not.
"Take off your sunglass Madam. You are about to create the memory of a lifetime, and eye contact necessary for that." The photographer suggests.
Will this man shut up !!! I am dying here of embarrassment. Each intimate moment I spend with my Husband becomes a slashing wound to my love life with Rocky.
Aditya took the shade off my eyes and put the sunglass in his pocket. The look he wore while doing so was as if he was undressing me smoothly. If eyes are the soul's window, he was disrobing my soul.
The photographer instructs, "Hold each other's hand and look into each other's eyes."
We did. Again we are intimate. The Sexual tension returns as soon as we touch our fingers. I feel the jolt. The swell of my supple bust touches his expansive chest, and a shockwave runs through my system.
I am a dancer, and getting intimate with other males like this isn't uncommon for me. I am habituated to this. I did this for 4 straight years and never cheated on Rocky, but this unshakeable chemistry between Aditya and me scares me. This is different.
Good!!! He also smells nice. Yeah, this is a nightmare inside a nightmare.
The windy photographer praises us, "I am getting lovely stills of the intensity of passion between you two."
Seriously !!! He sounds more like a failed novelist than a photographer right now.
Aditya is looking intensely at me. If my Rocky got the blessings of his voice, Aditya, my Husband, got the gifts of his eyes.
He got one of those gazes that make the world disappear around you and make you feel that you are the most important person.
The longer I let eye contact linger, the longer I feel I am the only person living in the entire universe.
"Hey", Aditya nudges me, and I return to earth.
He grins, "Behave." apparently, the photographer instructed us to give the next pose.
"Oh, sorry !!!" I smile shyly. My retinue of girls is giggling at my reaction and whispering god knows what kind of dirty stuff in each other's ears.
"That's perfect. Sir, peek into your wife's soul. Mam, please look away and maintain the shyness on your face. Hold each other's hand. The sign of a lifetime bond," The photographer suggests with a flop novelist's vocab.
Nice!!! He is giving live commentary now!!!-I thought.
The only good thing is that I did not have to act. I am a rosy, trembling mess. I can't think straight now.
"Where did you find this tool of a photographer?" I ask Aditya, keeping my voice low.
"honey !!" Aditya calls me.
The photographer was checking his clicks.
"What?" I found my voice weak. It was not a call.
"Your eyes are like translucent honey." Aditya looked at me with amazement, "In the centre of your honeyed lakes are the reflection of full eclipsed dark moons. You are 'honeymoon'." He laughs at his own description
The sunlight on my dark brown eyes has given them a honeyed iridescence, and my dilated pupils gawk at my Husband's charming grin.
"You are not supposed to talk to me like that," I warn him hissing.
"Ok next pose...Hold Madam like she is your guitar." The photographer suggests.
The posse laughs, and someone tells him, "Bhiya ji, you are gonna die alone if that is how you talk to women."
The photographer got a thick skin. They hear a lot of rude remarks like that.
Aditya put a firm hand around my waist and another on my right shoulder from the back side. I bend backwards, sloping my body while encasing his rippling arm for support.
"You are my guitar now. Will you scream the good kind of scream when I am going to play you?" Aditya looks at me from above and gives me a cheeky wink.
I sarcastically remark, flickering my eyes, "You are gonna die alone."
He smiles, "I am dying to know what kind of screams you make." gazing deep into my eyes.
How am I supposed to live with a man who flirts with me every second?
I have got no answer to this right now.
"Ok, Sir, Hold your wife from behind. Give her the secure embrace." The photographer says.
You definitely gonna die alone !!! I curse inside at the photographer.
Aditya twirls my body, and my back touches his front.
Aditya gently holds my hands on my belly, and my ass is brushing his crotch.
He whispers in my ears, "May your day be as peachy as your ass, my dear wife."
Excitement washed over my body. I wanted to protest, but my words got stuck on the tip of my tongue, and I started shaking.
Aditya chuckles, feeling my bodily reaction.
The photographer clicks.
*click*,*click*,*click*
...pound, pound, pound ..my pussy pounds between my legs in sync with each sound of clicking from the camera by staying in contact with my Husband's promising package.
"Do a kissing shoot." Someone in the posse suggests.
And it becomes a chant 'kiss', 'kiss,' kiss.'
I look nervous now. I can easily say, 'sorry girls, I am not comfortable with that.' and avoid a kissing shoot.
Aditya grins, "The crowd wants a crowd-pleasing romance. Be the inspiration."
I look at Aditya's thick lips. Aditya, to me, is like the dark alley you should not take, but you are curious about what is at that road's end. He is one of those things you must try before rejecting; otherwise, the regret of not trying out will haunt you forever.
If I kiss him in private to get him out of the system, I can't stop him. He is physically domineering to me, but if I kiss him in front of these women and don't like it, I can easily stop him.
The photographer sees my hesitancy and suggests, "It could be just like a ceremonial kiss, guys, just to show affection."
I whisper to Aditya, lying, "I only doing this for your sake to establish that our marriage is a real one, but you have to delete the pic."
Meanwhile, the posse's chant becomes louder 'kissssssss'
Aditya smirks but obliges, "Alright", and turns to the photographer, "Be ready."
I smile at the girls politely, "Nobody else is privy to taking pic." I don't want that picture to circulate.
They look at one another and reluctantly agree with affirmative responses.
I clear my throat and lift up my face inviting my Husband to give his offering on my beseeching full lips.
He lowers his head, and his succulent lips touch my full pattern. He doesn't kiss me thoroughly; he barely stays in contact with my lips, posing for the photoshoot just like the photographer suggested.
I tremble as we remain like a dove couple pecking on each other beak.
I can hear the clicks of the camera. My pussy trembles with each click.
His breathing rustled on my cheeks. I can smell the mint of the chewing gum. My lips start to move on his motionless mouth; I take the dark alley.
He kisses back just once with a slow smooch. My breathing escalates. I respond with a slow return smooch. Another slow smooch follows from his side, and I become more greedy. I give him two slow smooches this time, swerving my pout onto his.
The balcony fell silent, and the sound of our wet smacking prevailed along with the clicks. Back and forth, we keep spooning onto each other's lips, and soon it turns into a wild zig-zag kiss.
The camera clicks now sounds like applause, and I feel the moisture between my legs, my breasts get crushed onto his taut frame.
I moan onto my newlywed Husband's thick pulps, getting lost, "Mmmmpphh.."
Aditya breaks the kiss immediately.
I open my heavy eyelids, flooding my entire body in deep shame. My head is spinning, my knees are buckling, and Aditya is holding my waist firmly.
Priya, my best friend, comes forward and takes my hand, "That's enough . . You took her breath away."
Aditya halts us, "Wait!!"
Oh my god, what have I done !!! I did not manage to get Aditya out of my system; he is flowing through my system right now. I took the dark alley; now, I was lost.
Aditya takes the camera chip from the photographer and hands it to me.
He enunciates in a teasing manner, "I am a monster, my dear wife but I not that kind of monster."
I faintly say, "Thank you."
I reckon genuine gratitude in my voice for handing me the chip and stopping the kiss.
Once we were out of Aditya's hearing, Priya enquired gossipingly, "What was that monster stuff he was saying?"
I manage a weak smile stating, "Nothing. It is a silly story he wrote on the internet, and nobody read it."
Priya chortled loudly.
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A few minutes later.
"It is a buffet, isn't it?" Priya, a pixie cut cutie, my childhood best friend remarks.
We are opening some of the wedding gifts in a large hall on the ground floor of my new home...temporary home.
A core group of guests comprised of relatives and close friends are still present from both sides, mine and Aditya's.
Everyone has formed their separate groups based on either age or interests.
Priya is talking about the group in which Aditya is.
They are seven.
I look at that circle, and it is easy to spot the group leader of those 7 young men judging how expectantly the other six are turned at him.
His name is Nazir. A Kashmiri socialite. He got all the good looks of a Kashmiri minus the accent being a boarding college product. He is hirsute, very strong, got a solid body frame. He appears remarkably stylish in casual dresses but looks awful in formals. A very flirty charismatic Chap. He went to Dubai to work in his Brother's company, but now he is back overseeing the family dry fruit business in Old Delhi.
He is my Husband's best friend. I can see why though; both of them are notorious flirts.
Beside him is Sai Krishna. He is from Andhra Pradesh, very modest and got attractive dreamy eyes. He goes by the name Saiki.
Last night Nazir was telling us how they met Saiki. Nazir is the storyteller of the group.
He said, "In one word. Saiki is a beast." Apparently, they met him during his birthday, and some birthday celebrations are rough.They doused the floor with soap water and dragged the birthday boy through a long narrow corridor.
All the rooms on both sides of the corridor doors were open, and boys were standing to kick the shit of the birthday lad while he was being dragged. It was a custom, a ritual to test one's mettle.
According to Nazir, Saiki did not even shed a tear and got up like Nothing had happened. They all gave him the quote-unquote 'bro hugs' and greeted him with happy birthday wishes.
These men are savages, I thought, listening to that story. Aditya called it incredible endurance; I think that is sadism.
Saiki is an assistant professor at a college here. Nazir and Saiki are wearing Manchester untied custom-made Tshirts bearing their names. They both are crazy fans of that club. He also got a love for sports bikes.
Beside Saiki is standing Priyom. Priyom got a unique face as he is a mixture of Bhutanese and Assamese family lines. He got broad shoulders and looks good in any kind of apparel.
I like him. He knows how to cook and is exceptionally good at it. He cooked the entire breakfast for us.
Aditya told me that after Priyom's father died, Priyom funded his college education by cooking part-time in the evening in a Nepalese restaurant. Due to his partly north-eastern looks, he landed the job from that certain Nepalese uncleji.
Aditya admires him. According to Aditya, Priyom used to cook, and my so-called 'critic' husband did Nothing but sit there and rated each dish.
I don't know how such a nice guy become my monster husband's other best friend. He is an engineer now and doing a job in the private sector. He got a steady girlfriend of 11 years. I like him for that, just like Rocky and I going for the long haul.
Next to Priyom is Neel. An upper-class Bangladeshi snob who came to India to study filmography and stayed here to work in local industries.
Priya asked him last night, "Where are you from in Bangladesh?"
He snotted, "Can't you look at me and tell?" He is that arrogant!!!
Aditya laughed and informed a puzzled Priya he was from Dhaka.
I can see why that snob is a friend of my Husband.
He plays the guitar well, though. He was playing it last night and stole some hearts.
Apparently, he is very courageous, according to Aditya. He studied in a boarding college in Calcutta and did not like it there. So he swam an entire river to flee India and again came back.
I did not believe that story.
He even got caught by Indian airport security for smuggling weed to India. The amount was small, so they let him go. Aditya calls that fearlessness. To me, it is stupidity.
Among the seven, these 5- Nazir, Saiki, Priyom, Neel and Aditya are of the same age, look completely different from each other, are tall, do not like rules and are very good-looking.
So yes, it is a buffet for my friends Priya, Sunita and Ruchi. They can't determine which one to choose.
The remaining two members of the group are Asif and Sameer.
Asif is from Uttarpradesh. He got a short height and an unremarkable face. I noticed a tug of war between Nazir and Asif regarding the group's leadership.
So their group isn't a circle. It is an Ellipse with two focuses.
Asif, like Priyom, works in the private sector but comes from a family specializing in cultivating and wholesale marketing mangoes.
Aditya later told me the others call Asif & Nazir, the group's mom and dad, behind their back, as they always fight.
Sameer is from Rajasthan.The tallest of the group. He is about 6'4" and corpulent. He comes from a political family and is the moneybag of this gang. He also got a steady girlfriend, and their marriage is fixed.
He got an intimidating presense, but Aditya told me in confidence that his 5'4" girlfriend always makes him cry. That made me laugh. I want to meet this brave girl and learn some secrets from her.
Until then, Aditya did not know how his Shuag raat would be and was chatty with me.
Ruchi, Priya and Sunita constantly send signals to these men, but they are busy discussing something. They all got an intense look and drowned in their business.
Last night Nazir told us that their group has started an online business venture.
I asked about the business, but all seven of them did not speak a word.
Aditya said the venture is still in progress, and they don't want to discuss it in a crowded public gathering as these ideas are intellectual properties. Anybody could steal such unique ideas and patent them.
Ruchi whispers, "I like Saiki. He got a nice ass. Something to grab onto."
Sunita giggles," Nazir is my type, but Neel can play the guitar. It is a hard choice."
Priya teases her, "You can take both of them, just leave Priyom to me. I love a man who can cook."
Sunita slaps her arm, blushing.
Priya prods me, "I think you should get back with Rocky and divorce Aditya. I will nourish his wounded heart and make him mine. Nisha, you are so lucky. Your hubby is Yummy !!!" She was dramatic at the end.
Ruchi taunts me, "Right !!! Did not you see how she kissed her new Husband?! He must be great last night."
Sunita boosts me, "Details, girl, we need details. How was last night?!!"
My parents did not let me invite any of my college friends as all of them knew about my relationship with Rocky.
They only let me invite Ruchi, Priya and Sunita, my college friends. They also know about my relationship with Rocky as I was loud and proud about it on social media.
The mention of Rocky made me sad, and I felt regret for kissing Aditya with such shameless ferocity in front of so many.
I get up. I want to get away from this nonsense. The whole marriage and all the circus seem stupid to me now.
Priya asks, "Where are you going?"
I could not come up with an excuse.
"Today is Your Birthday?" A high-pitched female voice exclaimed, looking at her phone. She is my cousin-sister. Poonam.
Oh, I forgot today is Reema's birthday !!! I guess she did not want to ruin the buzz of my marriage with her celebration.
But I am in no mood to celebrate. My friends turn their attention to my cousin's group, and the demand for a birthday cake soon arises.
I disappear into the kitchen, leaving the gathering.
"Miss me." A baritone demands.
My heart aches, and I gasp, turning my head.
Rocky.My Boyfriend.
"How ?!! How did you come inside? Are you insane?"I exclaim.
Rocky rushes towards me and takes me in his arms, "Yes, I am insane for you."
Oh, I have missed him. I missed him so much. My body yearns for my love. We have been separated for a year courtesy of my parents and have met secretly only a couple of times.
We kissed like maniacs. My hands roam all over his body, and his urgent hands do not stay silent either. He pressed my back against the nearest wall while we suckled on each other's fevered lips.
"Wait, you must go." I huff.
Rocky is rubbing his nose on my throat, and I am grabbing his long hair.
"Please, Rocky, "I beg.
Rocky caresses my cheek, "Did your husband touch you?"
I had to lie, "No." and I lied to him with a straight face.
Rocky sighs, "If he tries, then tell him it would be marital r**ape."
I concur, "Ok, but you must go now, Rocky. Please. Call me later."
Then he was gone. Like a ghost, he came, and like a ghost, he disappeared.
How did he come inside, though?!!
I take a deep breath and take few minutes to reorganize myself .
I look at the floor. One of my earrings dropped during our short make-out.
I bend and reach for it. Before I could grab it, a wide forearm appeared and, with a nimble move, the owner picked it up.
Aditya.My Husband.
"May I ?" He asks. He wants to put it back on my earlobe.
"Why?" I ask. I don't trust him. He is not the trustworthy type.
"You want to hurt my ear to take revenge 'cause I wound your back."I throw my suspicion at him.
"Do you want to create a scene, my lovely wife, when so many people are present in the house?" He is teasing me again.
"Be quick then."I reluctantly agree.
He takes his sweet time, though, while setting my earring. I tremble at his touch on my soft earlobes. His fingers ran along the vibration of my neck before withdrawing. His eyes never leave my restless distrustful gaze.
He does not move and uses those magnetic eyes on mine. I can't look away. He is a master at holding eye contact without being creepy.
"Lemme take a good look if I have done it right." He grins, and I flush.
"What are you doing exactly?."I found my voice husky, and my eyes veer from his lips to his gaze.
I have tasted those lips, and I am hungry. I feel ashamed.
He can sense my yearning but does not pounce, keeping his promise.
"We are going out to buy the cake. What kind of cake do you like?" He asks.
"Should not you be asking that to the birthday girl?" I scoff, gulping. I can't just stop looking at his moving lips; he is so close to me.
Aditya put a hand on the wall crowding me further, and I quivered in nervous excitement as he leaned over me.
He shoots, glancing at my heaving breasts, "I am asking you."
I murmur, holding my breath, overpowered by his seductive presence, "Red velvet."
Aditya chuckles, "Then I am bringing chocolate."
I burst into flame and take a swing at him with an open palm, cursing him, "Bastard."
He easily dodges my swiping hand and puts on the sunglass he took from me.
"Bastard, no. I look like my father. I am very sure my daddy..."
"That's disgusting. I don't wanna hear it." I put my fingers in my ears.
He grins and chews his gum.
My heart flaps, looking at that dashing smile and those moving, well-defined jawlines on his face.
"Until next time, my darling wife !!!..until next time." he departs, leaving me breathless.
"FML !!!!" I exhale.
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