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A short while later, Neeru took a small container out of that box and came over to me.

He grasped my delicate, soft, and fair hand, adorned with *mehndi*, and pulled it gently towards himself, saying,
 
“Madam-ji, please stand up for a moment.” Crafted by Maitri Patel.
 
As his grimy, dark, and rough hands pulled mine, the tinkling sound of my bangles echoed through the room.
 
“What exactly do you intend to do?” I asked as I stood up, stepping off the bed onto the carpet.
 
Neeru picked up the mangalsutra, the one with the idol, from the bed and said,
 
“Madam-ji, now I’m going to put this on you.”
 
I hesitated for a moment, wondering what he was doing. Was I really marrying this filthy man? Was I truly going to become the wife of such a repulsive person?
 
Just then, Neeru’s hands, holding the mangalsutra, moved towards my neck, and he looped the gold chain around it. He then reached behind my neck with his dirty hands and fastened the clasp.
 
The Ganesha idol was now hanging from the gold chain around my neck. The chain was long enough for the idol to rest against my cleavage; when I glanced down at my bosom, the elephant idol was touching my chest right between my boobs.
 
Next, Neeru picked up the small container of eyeshadow and began to open it. As he opened it, a vibrant red eyeshadow was revealed. I asked,
 
“What is this for, Neeru?”
 
Neeru smiled and said,
 
“Madam-ji, after putting on the mangalsutra, I have to fill my bride’s hair parting with sindoor (Sindoor is a traditional red or orange-red cosmetic powder applied along the parting line of a woman's hair to signify her married status in Hinduism.) too, right? Since we don’t have sindoor, we’ll just make do with this.” Saying this, he grinned, revealing his dirty teeth. Neeru took a pinch of red color from my eyeshadow compact and, pushing aside the jhumar (forehead ornament) resting on my brow, applied it to the parting of my hair, in the style of a traditional ***** ritual.
 
I stood there, dazed and silent, watching everything unfold.
 
Neeru said,
 
“Madam-ji, you have become my wife now. Congratulations.”
 
Suddenly, his gaze fell upon the flower garlands hanging from the sides of the bed; he immediately went over and brought them back. He placed one in my hand and held the other himself, saying, Assisted by Sauni Patel.
 
“Madam-ji, according to our custom, you will now place this garland around my neck, and I will place the other around yours.”
 
Then, Neeru first placed that beautiful flower garland around my neck with his soiled hands; following his instructions, I lifted my fair, delicate arms and dbangd the second garland around his neck, over his dirty, foul-smelling body. Those beautiful flowers created a striking, surreal contrast against his grimy, dark skin. I stood there, bewildered and distressed, staring at Neeru; I had never imagined that things would turn out this way or that Neeru would do all this to me.
 
Neeru grasped me by the arms and said,
 
“Madam-ji, congratulations on your second marriage, to me. I am now your step husband.”
 
Shyly, I lowered my gaze. Then, to please him a little, I bent down and, just as I had seen in Indian dramas and movies, touched Neeru’s feet with my hands, mimicking the way a ***** bride touches her husband’s feet after the wedding.
 
Neeru immediately gripped my shoulders to pull me upright; he drew me close, pressing me against his filthy body and wrapping me in his arms, and said,
 
“Madam-ji, your place is not at my feet, but in my heart.”
 
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