[maitripatel]

Deep down, I was smiling at my own actions, thinking about how well I was playing the role of a ***** bride.

I don't know what came over me; despite wearing such an expensive and significant lehenga, I pressed myself against his filthy body. My face rested against his bare chest, visible through his torn, grimy shirt, which was slick with foul-smelling sweat.
 
As my face drew close to his chest, the stench of grime, dirt, and sweat, that characteristic, repulsive odor of his, wafted into my breath. My eyes fluttered shut, though I couldn't tell if it was from the offensiveness of the smell or a strange, intoxicating effect it had on me.
 
Neeru’s grimy, dark hands caressed my waist over the heavy, intricately embroidered dupatta (covering cloth of chest).
 
Neeru gently pushed me back a little, then placed a finger under my chin to tilt my face upward and spoke:
 
"Madam-ji, you’ve fulfilled the greatest wish of my life. I never even imagined that a beautiful girl like you could become my bride." Crafted by Maitri Patel.
 
As he said this, Neeru leaned in to press his lips against mine. His lips, stained red from the filthy, foul-smelling paan he chewed, drew closer to my soft, delicate, lipstick-adorned lips. My gaze remained fixed on Neeru’s grimy face.
 
As his face came closer, the foul odor from his mouth filled my breath, and my heart began to race, as if it were truly my wedding night, Neeru were my groom, I were his bride, and he were about to steal my first kiss.
 
Moments later, Neeru’s grimy, dark lips met my lovely, lipstick-coated ones. He began to kiss me. Neeru was still chewing paan, so he didn't open his mouth fully; he just kept kissing my lips. Responding to his kisses, I raised my delicate hands and grasped his bare, dark, and firm arms, while simultaneously kissing him back.
 
After kissing for a while, Neeru pulled back slightly and stuck out his tongue. At the tip of his tongue sat a small, chewed-up wad of paan, the kind that remains after the leaves have been thoroughly masticated.
 
Without saying a word, Neeru brought his tongue close to my mouth.
 
Looking at his face, I understood what he wanted. I glanced briefly at the chewed paan in his mouth, then, locking eyes with him, I slowly parted my lips and leaned them toward his tongue.
 
I opened my mouth just enough to accommodate his tongue. Associated by Sauni Patel.
 
Still holding his gaze, I took his tongue into my mouth. Along with it, the chewed paan, saturated with his saliva and filth, slid into my mouth.
 
Pulling away from his tongue and looking at him, I began to chew the paan. As I chewed, I wondered just how low I had stooped by letting myself be swayed by this filthy man.
 
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