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Tricked into marriage

mitas_parlour 

Romi

I felt like a condemned woman waiting for the gallows. I knew not the exact time of my execution or in this case my wedding. Yes, I am getting married today with my Ex-husband’s boss. The preparations have already begun. Two women, namely Parul, the sexiest secretary of my soon to be husband, who is notoriously unpopular for her ruthless implementation of her boss’s every decision & the newly married, raunchiest sultry seductress, soon-to-be sister-in-law Rasmi are preparing me for the big day, and two large men are standing close by the door to make sure that I don't have any problems. I am sitting quietly in a styling chair in a small room. I am almost naked. My legs, pubic hair, and underarms, have just been waxed yesterday, and my hands and feet are intricately mehendied. 

My toenails are painted a bright red, and the pink toe spreaders are still between my toes. My fingernails are long and elegant and have also been painted the same bright red. My bridal hairstyling has just begun. Parul, like an efficient cosmetologist spraying a section of my hair by holding the strands with a comb & then with a heated plastic roller rolling it tightly toward my head. This is probably the most uncomfortable part of being a bride and to sit for the next two & half hours in all probabilities with the tightened rollers on in my hairs and to receive the heavy bridal makeover for the ensuing wedding, which is scheduled late at night. My mother-in-law in making seems to be a strict woman, who wants her daughter –in-law to look beautiful & gorgeous in every aspect. She may be expected here at any moment. 

Any failure to live up to her expectation would result into a serious embarrassing situation for me. I look around the room trying to figure out my daughter Piu but cannot. Instead I see an exquisite pair of 3 inches heel & the provocatively designed Marwari Panetar Chenia Ghagra Cholis lying calmly on the white bed sheet. I am highly embarrassed to wear such dress in public and especially before my ex-husband Ravi, who is also forced to join this wedding celebration of five days. I am a Bengali & I hate to wear such a Marwari wedding dress that is going to keep my heavy boobs half bare and my deep navel naked for the viewing pleasure of guests. My hair is now being wrapped up in a wet white towel around my head. A mixture of anger and frustration fills me. "How could this be happening?" I ask to myself. How can a Casanova man of his early thirties & the son of a rich Industrialist be interested in middle class woman like me?

"OK Romi. Time to make your face pretty," Parul smiles as the chair is reclined back. "I want you to just relax now. We are going to do your hair. I'm sure you're ready to get those curlers out," she says looking me over.
"I'm ready to stop this whole damn thing, just let me out of this chair," I say staring straight ahead.

"I'm afraid I can't do that Romi. Your makeup will be done first and then we will do your hair," she says tilting the chair back slightly more.
"How long is this crap going to continue?" I say calling the bluff.
"The guests are already arriving. So, you will probably be dressed and led straight in to the ceremony, I would assume. But, my job is to get you pretty for the ceremony, so let's get this done, shall we?" she says patting my curlers.
They go right to work arching my eyebrows.
"Stop," I whine tensely as I realize what they are doing.
"Quiet now. It's ok." They look like two women doing surgery as they are so intense on the subject, that’s me. They talk about what they are doing as they continue without looking up. Parul is suggesting a little thinner line while Rashmi, my soon to be in law agrees, as long as the arch is higher.

Once my eye brows are arched, I am surprised at what comes next!
“Now hold still Romi, it’s now time to receive heavy bridal makeover for the occasion” Parul looks at me as she opens pan cake foundation that is to be used.
“Is this the first time you have ever worn make up Romi?” Rashmi asks, as Parul starts applying a heavy coat of foundation over my face.
“No, I have worn makeup for my husband Ravi before, but this is a torture, I don’t want to dress up as a bride again… I am in no way intending to marry your brother Rohit” I hissed at Parul.

“Your intention has nothing to do with you being here in this resort, remember this marriage agreement is fixed by your ex-husband Ravi” Parul holds the pancake application back for a moment waiting for my exclamation.
“What!” I say making an eye contact now.
“That’s right Romi or else how could he save himself from going behind the bars” she says turning my head slightly and moves closer to begin applying the foundation.
I am stunned by this revelation. I lay quietly thinking of what was just said as she applies the foundation all over my face, eye lids, and neck and all over my fair broad shoulder. Why would Ravi do this to me?
I stare straight ahead as my makeup is applied. It is obvious to me that my face is being made up in a heavy way. The false eyelashes, and bold eye shadows, with the red lipstick, though there is no mirror for me to see myself, I only see them as they are picked up and applied.

Rashimi wants my mascara to be heavy so that my eyes look deep and dark, as Parul finishes, she removes my bra and sprayed jasmine perfume behind each ear, on my farm boobs and finally on the front and back of my neck.
“Time to wear your Ghagra and Choli now” Parul says it with a firm tone in her voice.
The choli is just enough to hold half of my boobs and the other half is left open. As soon as I wear the Ghagra, Parul picks up the kabuki brush and starts making my exposed boobs look more beautiful, especially on cleavage, so that it looks deep and sexy.
My mother-in-law in making all of a sudden walks in and claps her hands “Anybody who doesn't need to be in here for the dressing, leave now." She is firm and seems to be in charge. She walks over to me and looks me over, cupping my chin and turning my head slightly to face her as she gives her approval. “Very nice Parul, very pretty, Romi must receive a power makeover before she sets the stage on fire. Every inch of her exposed skin must look sexy and beautiful.

Parul, who was puffing on the area around my belly and navel, says “Thank you much mam, for your appreciation”
And then it is time for jewelry. Rashmi helps me wearing my jewelry. She put a beautiful necklace around my neck. And then one more, which was slightly longer in length, filling my neck. And finally places a seetahaar around my neck. My seetahaar is little longer and is hanging in my cleavage. She then makes me wear my bangles and my bracelets. My hands are full of gold and glass bangles. Parul then ties my hairs in a nice bun over my head. I am looking a bit taller now. She then brings my sandals and asks me to wear it. They have nice heels, at least 3 inches tall.
“Now let’s be a good girl. We are now going to escort you straight to mandap. If you refuse to marry my son, you your ex-husband will be thrown behind the bars for misappropriation of fund from the company and just imagine in that case what will happen to your little daughter.”
I feel a lump inside my throat as I am being tricked into this marriage.

Rohit

We still have like good 3 hour, till the time guests were having snacks and drinks. Now Ravi had also arrived at my room along with some other colleagues. His mouth was wide open to see Romi in bridal makeup. He was awestruck at looking at her in red bridal dress with heavy makeup and all. He couldn’t say much but congratulated me. He said I was looking very handsome. From inside he was really hurt and sad. I knew him and can make it out from his eyes. My sister rashmi also walked into the room and we all were chatting about my marriage. Rashmi was also trying to tease and flirt with Ravi. Poor boy couldn’t do anything, but just smiled. rashmi had a loud mouth. She said to Ravi, “Do you know what’s going to happen tonight?” and laughed naughtily. I was amused, but Ravi was teased like anything. She said, “My bhaiya is going to get the hottest and sexy girl, wrapped in red dress. And then bhaiya will remove this dress one by one and will play with Romi all night.” I was smiling but asked Rashmi to stop it. But she didn’t and said, “This marriage is goanna be consummated shortly. It’s my bhaiya who will get Romi’s lovely pussy”. Ravi was feeling very humiliated at this point of time. He was silent and looking downwards, cursing his fucked up fate. His ex-wife is going to be screwed by some hunk. Just because I am his boss and rich rich, I have snatched his hove from him.. Ravi was silent for some time. I guess he has already started undressing Romi in his fantasies and feeling her all over. Tara teased him again saying that his bhaiya is going to make Romi’s boobs much bigger within a few months of marriage.

Within no time, we had wedding formalities done, jai-mala, phere and other customs. And we were official husband and wife now. Romi is now legally mine. Day after from tomorrow once the reception is over she will all be naked on my flowery decorated bed.

Ravi

Around midnight I woke up with an erection. I couldn't get the feeling of tiny little Romi’s breasts pressed against me when we hugged for the last time
I went into the bathroom to get a drink of water. Since my eyes were already adjusted, I didn't need to turn on the light. Their bedroom door was open just a crack. I could hear Romi in their... the sound of her voice muffled in a pillow. She was moaning rhythmically.
"Uh... uhh... uh... uh... uhh... UH! UNHH! Unhh! ...nhh..."
I tried to resist.
The bedroom was lit with moonlight from the window. Her skin was aglow with it. Drenched with sweat, she moved rhythmically with Rohit's darker, powerful figure hunched over her from behind. She knelt on the edge of the bed - her slender calves dangling over the edge, her toes pointed. His large, rough hands gripped the round globes of her ass lovingly, but firmly as he pistoned what had to be the biggest cock I've ever seen in and out of her.

Romi clutched at the sheets, trying to get a grip on herself as she was punished by that cock. She moaned gutturally, rhythmically like an animal as Rohit reached down and grabbed her hair, pulling her head up as he quickened his thrusts. She cried out and began working her hips in tight circles as Rohit pounded her.
The whole room smelled of hot, musky sex.
Rohit quickened his thrusts and put his hands on her waist. He thrust hard once, twice, and then held her tight against him... Romi cried out and shook as he pumped her full of his seed.

I could see her mouth open wide in an "O" of astonishment as she helplessly took his load. She shook her little feet up and down and stamped her hands on the bed in frustration. Rohit held her tightly against his loins, then leaned over slowly and began kissing her back and neck. She continued to work her hips instinctively.
"Go ahead, baby. Come for me." He said to her softly.
She responded by lifting herself up against him... arching her back... and almost struggling against him... clawed at his butt and legs... then she shuddered as he held her softly... she ran her hands down her own body, caressing her own breasts and belly... finally settling her hands between her legs... he gently laid her face down on the bed... her bot still in the air.
Rohit gave a quiet laugh, and pulled what had to be a ten-inch cock from her belly with a wet sound. I saw the swollen pink head drop down as it exited her; the shaft glistened with her moisture.

He got up off of the bed and stretching, he came toward the bathroom...
I hurriedly rushed into my own room and jumped into bed, hiding under the covers. I saw the light go on in the bathroom, and there was a pause, then the bathroom door to my room shut.
I lay under my blankets, listening to the wind outside my window. My little cock stood at attention, begging me to pull on it. I couldn't get the image of Rohit and Romi out of my head! I thought about my poor former wife in the next room;. I could only imagine what she was feeling right now. I wondered what it was like to have my boss's sperm inside of her.

The End
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