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Hira also got up, came over to us, and sat down; she took Nomi’s small Lund (cock) into her mouth and started sucking it. Seeing Hira, I followed suit; I sat down too and grabbed Nomi’s balls, which were dangling beneath his Lund (cock), and started playing with them. Written by Maitri.

Hira took Nomi’s Lund (cock) out of her mouth and held it out toward me; I took it into my mouth and began sucking it as well. Then I said to Hira,
 
“Hey, will getting fucked by such a small Lund (cock) actually be fun? I don’t think this will quench the fire burning in my Choot (pussy).”
 
Hira smiled at me and said,
 
“Doctor, even if it doesn’t quench the thirst, it’ll certainly stoke the desire, right?”
 
While fondling Nomi’s Lund (cock), I asked,
 
“What do you mean?”
 
Hira laughed and said,
 
“Darling, haven’t you ever seen how hotels serve soup before the meal? You know that soup isn’t meant to fill your stomach but serves as an appetizer. In the same way, Nomi’s Lund (cock) is just an appetizer; it’ll whet your appetite, and you’ll enjoy getting fucked by a real Lund (cock) even more.”
 
Hearing Hira’s words, I laughed and said,
 
“You’re such a naughty one... you’ve corrupted Nomi just for a bit of fun.” Even as I said this, I didn’t let go of his Lund (cock). Wth association Sauni Patel.
 
Hira laughed, looked at Nomi, and said,
 
“It’s our fun that gets spoiled... this poor guy gets to have all the fun, doesn't he? He gets to drink the juices from everyone's Choot (pussy).” In response, Nomi blushed and laughed.
 
Hira lifted Nomi’s Lund (cock) and guided it into my mouth, while she bent down, took his small balls into her mouth, and started sucking them. Hira had taken Nomi’s entire balls into her mouth, and the heat of her mouth made Nomi’s Lund (cock) start twitching inside mine.
 
I felt like Nomi was about to release the juices of his youthful vigor right into my mouth.
 
I pulled Nomi’s Lund (cock) out of my mouth and said,
 
“Hira, stop sucking it... or else it might just melt away in the hands of young women like us before it even gets a chance to quench our thirst.”
 
Hira took his balls out of her mouth and laughed. Then she said,
 
“Come on, lie down on the table and take his Lund (cock) into your Choot (pussy) first... look how soft it’s become, just like a young girl’s Choot (pussy), now that it’s free of hair.”
 
Saying this, Hira ran her hand over my Choot (pussy) and added,
 
“Yes, look, it looks like the Choot (pussy) of an innocent young girl, yet inside, it’s getting wet like a whore’s.”
 
I blushed at her words.
 
Hira laid me down on the table and said to Nomi,
 
“Come on, be a good boy... now show Madam what magic your Lund (cock) can do.”
 
Blushing, Nomi climbed onto the table and positioned himself between my naked, soft, fair legs.
 
Fluids were flowing out of my pink, fair Choot (pussy). Nomi placed his small, boyish Lund (cock) against my horny Choot (pussy) and began rubbing it up and down.
 
I closed my eyes, feeling the sensation of Nomi’s small Lund (cock). He then positioned his Lund (cock) at the opening of my Choot (pussy) and gently pushed it inside.
His Lund (cock) slid all the way into my Choot (pussy) with such ease that I barely even noticed it happening.
 
I glanced at Hira; she smiled and winked at me. With a hand gesture, she seemed to say, “Enjoy his thrusts and have a great time.” Nomi lifted both my legs and began thrusting, gently sliding his Lund (cock) in and out of my Choot (pussy). Edited by Funlover.
 
I started to feel a gentle pleasure too. Hira leaned down and began kissing my lips; as I kissed her back, I reached towards her Choot (pussy) and started gently fingering her.
 
After kissing my lips for a while, Hira positioned her thighs around my head, pressed her Choot (pussy) against my lips, and began rubbing it gently.
Understanding what she wanted, I stuck out my tongue and started licking her Choot (pussy) softly.
 
I spread the lips of Hira’s Choot (pussy) with my fingers and began licking inside it. My tongue was penetrating deep into her Choot (pussy), while Nomi’s small Lund (cock) was sliding fully inside me, reaching its maximum depth.
 
Hira leaned down and began licking my clitoris. I was overcome with intense pleasure and felt myself nearing my climax.
 
Despite his small Lund (cock), my Choot (pussy) began to gush, and I collapsed, limp with ecstasy. After a few more thrusts, Nomi pulled his Lund (cock) out and began stroking it.
 
Hira said,
“Sana, quickly take his cum into your mouth. Nomi, put your Lund (cock) in the Doctor’s mouth and fill her belly with your cum. And make sure not a single drop goes to waste.”
 
I quickly sat up and took his Lund (cock) into my mouth, and he began releasing thick spurts of semen into it. The fresh semen from his adolescent Lund (cock) had a peculiar taste, which I licked up, something I was very fond of.
 
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Even after being fucked by Nomi’s Lund (cock), I felt that my body and my Choot (pussy) were still thirsty, craving a larger, thicker Lund (cock). I was lying on the table with my eyes closed, kneading my legs and rubbing my Choot (pussy), when Hira spoke up:

“Doctor Sahiba, get up... let’s finish the rest of the work and turn you into a bride.”
 
I rose in a daze and sat in the makeup chair, and Hira began applying my makeup. Crafted by Maitri Patel.
 
Nomi sat on the floor, applying lotion and cream to my legs and feet.
 
As I looked at Nomi, I reflected on the terrible thing I had done. Not only had I cheated on my husband again, but I had done it with such a young boy... Uff...
 
I berated myself, trying to convince myself that I shouldn't be doing this, this thing I was doing for Neeru. Yet, for some reason, I remained seated, letting myself be prepared for Neeru.
 
At the same time, however, as Nomi’s soft hands grazed my legs and body, I felt a heady, intoxicating sensation wash over me. Spreading my legs, Nomi first applied a fragrant cream over and around my Choot (pussy), then sprayed on a scent that was incredibly arousing.
 
The deep red hue of the *mehndi* (henna) on the triangle above my Choot (pussy) stood out strikingly against my fair skin, looking incredibly sexy. Nomi leaned down, pressed his nose against my Choot (pussy) to inhale the scent, and then, after planting a kiss there, said:
 
“Ma’am, look, what a lovely fragrance is coming from here now.” Hira applied base and creams to my face, carefully applied mascara and eyeshadow, styled my hair beautifully, and put a lovely, glossy red lipstick on my lips.
 
Nomi applied red nail polish to the long, beautiful nails on my fair, henna-adorned hands, further enhancing their allure and beauty.
 
Then Hira said,
 
“There you go, Doctor, you’re finally all set... You can go now.”
 
When I looked at myself in the mirror, I truly looked lovely. All that was left was to go home, put on my dress and jewelry, and I would be fully ready as a bride for my Neeru.
 
After finishing up at the parlor, I headed home.
 
On the way, I spotted a flower shop; I drove past it, but a few steps later, a sudden thought made me reverse my car and stop right in front of that shop.
 
A young man from the shop came running up to my car and asked,
 
“Yes, Madam? What can I get for you?”
 
I remained silent for a moment, then asked him to bring me some rose petals.
 
A short while later, the same young man returned with two large polythene bags filled with rose petals. He also handed me a smaller bag and said,
 
“Madam, this one contains some lovely, fragrant flower garlands... they make a truly special gift... please take them.”
 
Seeing the earnest way he was trying to make a sale, I didn't feel right about turning him down. I had him place everything on the back seat of my car, paid him, and drove off towards home.
 
I reached home shortly after. Edited by Funlover.
 
Gul Khan opened the gate. When I stepped out of the car, he was stunned by my makeup; it looked as if his eyes would pop out and his tongue would loll right out of his mouth.
 
Smiling at his reaction, I walked inside.
 
It was twelve o'clock in the afternoon.
 
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I was just thinking about what to do next when my mobile rang. I checked and saw it was a call from Saud.

He said,
 
“Darling, there’s a lunch meeting today around 3 PM. Be ready; I’ll come to pick you up.” Presented by Maitri, Sauni, Funlover.
 
I had absolutely no desire to go to any lunch. I was simply waiting for Neeru. So, I immediately refused and said,
 
“No, I won’t go.”
 
Saud replied, “Okay, fair enough then.”
 
“And darling, I might not be able to come home after lunch either, because a VIP patient has been admitted to the hospital. I might have to stay back for that. I’ll just rest here in my annexe and let you know later tonight whether I can make it home or not.”
 
All the thoughts I’d had about not calling Neeru, and deciding not to have sex with her anymore, vanished from my mind. Once again, I found myself wavering, thinking I really ought to take advantage of this opportunity.
 
My Choot (pussy) seemed to second that thought, growing wet at the very idea.
 
Saud spoke again,
 
“Oh, and I’ll send Neeru over for a couple of hours. All the sweepers are clearing away a pile of trash at the back of the hospital today; it had started to smell terrible and was getting really filthy. I thought I might as well get that job done while we’re at it.”
 
I remained silent for a moment, then said,
 
“Alright, send her over when she’s free from work... I’ll have her do some chores for a while.”
 
After that, Saud chatted a bit more and then hung up.
 
I sat on the edge of the bed for a while, gazing at myself in the mirror and pondering what I should or shouldn't do.
 
The craving in my body compelled me to get up.
 
I glanced at the wall clock; it was one o'clock in the afternoon. Reluctantly, I walked over to my wardrobe, opened it, and glanced at the top shelf where a few boxes were stored. Inside them lay the special, heavily embroidered outfits from my wedding, garments I hadn't worn even once since the big day.
 
I took down the largest box and opened it to find the very outfit I had worn as a bride, the one meant for the ‘baraat’ and my wedding night.
 
It was a maroon ensemble consisting of a lehenga and a ‘choli’, both featuring intricate, heavy embellishments. The ‘lehenga’ was full-length, adorned with exquisite pearl embroidery cascading from the waist down to the hem. The choli was similarly ornate, cut to reach the waistband of the lehenga; it had a neckline that was deep, though not excessively so, and featured three hooks fastening the bodice between the bust. The ‘dupatta’ was equally heavy and elaborate.
 
In truth, it was a lavish and precious wedding outfit; the very one I had worn when I first entered this home as Saud’s bride. From the same wardrobe, I retrieved another box, my jewelry case. Opening it, I took out my wedding set; it was made of gold and studded with maroon pearls that perfectly matched the color of my outfit. rafted by Maitri, Sauni,Funlover.
 
I placed the jewelry box on my dressing table, then unfolded the wedding outfit and spread it out on the bed, gazing at it.
 
I couldn't decide whether or not to wear these clothes and surrender myself to Neeru.
 
 
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I opened it and took out my wedding jewelry set, gold pieces studded with maroon pearls that matched the color of my wedding outfit.

I placed the jewelry box on my dressing table, spread the wedding outfit out on the bed, and gazed at it. I couldn't decide whether or not to wear these clothes and surrender myself to Neeru. With association of Sauni, Funlover.
 
My mind argued against it: "No, only Saud has a right to your body and this dress; you are his bride, and you bought this outfit for him." But my body urged otherwise: "No, today you must become Neeru's bride; you must let your fair, beautiful body merge once again with his filthy, dark one and experience the same pleasure he has been giving you these past few days."
 
I didn't even realize when my hands moved to take off my shirt and then my jeans.
 
Now, I stood completely naked.
 
One wall of the room was covered by a mirror, reflecting my fair body. Thanks to the effort Hira and Nomi had put into grooming me, my skin was glowing; I looked like a statue carved from white marble.
 
As I gazed at my lovely body, my hands began to glide over it, and I mean glide, for my skin had become incredibly soft and smooth.
 
Feeling my own body, I wondered: should I really surrender this beautiful form, groomed with such care, to that filthy man, whose body reeked of nothing but stench and grime?
 
I reasoned with myself, "Alright, here’s what I’ll do: I’ll dress up as a bride just to show Neeru, to drive him wild with desire, but I won't let him touch my body today." Reasoning with myself and holding back, I picked up the panties that matched my lehenga from the bed and put them on. After that, I picked up the lehenga, wore it, and fastened its hooks. Even after so much time since my wedding, I had maintained my figure so well that I had no trouble fastening the hooks on the lehenga's waistband. Then, I picked up a matching maroon bra and panties; looking in the mirror, I put them on and fastened the bra's hooks at the back.
 
The bra was low-cut, leaving the upper half of my breasts completely exposed, with only the area around the nipples covered. The bra featured lacy borders that looked absolutely beautiful.
 
After putting on the bra, I picked up my choli and started wearing it.
 
The choli fit well enough, but when I tried to fasten the front hooks, I managed to secure the bottom two, yet the top one simply wouldn't close. The reason was that my breasts had grown slightly larger since the wedding, making it very difficult to fit them into that original *choli*.
 
After trying my best, I gave up on fastening the top hook and decided to let Neeru see that much of my cleavage, but nothing more than that.
 
After fastening the bottom two hooks of the choli, I looked in the mirror; the cleavage between my breasts was clearly visible, and it looked as though half of my breasts were spilling out, a sight that looked truly lovely.
 
Once I had put on my wedding lehenga and choli, I sat in front of the mirror, touched up my makeup slightly, and began putting on my jewelry.
 
I fastened a heavy gold necklace around my neck, which was studded with maroon-colored pearls. Edited by Funlover.
 
I wore long earrings that brushed against my shoulders. On my forehead, I placed a ‘jhumar’ (head ornament) that was both exquisite and valuable. After that, I slipped maroon bangles onto my fair, delicate wrists; their lovely, distinctive tinkling sound was delightful.
 
You can see a picture of how I looked all dressed up as a bride here.
 
Once I had finished with my makeup and preparations, I spread a new white bedsheet, an expensive one I had bought recently but hadn't yet used, onto my bed.
 
After laying out the new sheet, I glanced at the bags of rose petals sitting in a corner of the room and, after a moment's thought, picked them up.
 
I opened the bags and began scattering the petals across the new bedsheet, just as one would decorate the nuptial bed for a real bride.
 
I wanted to surprise Neeru by appearing as a fresh, newlywed bride today. Yet, I couldn't quite figure out why I was so intent on impressing her.
 
In no time, my bed looked exactly like a traditional bridal bed. I hung the two garlands the boy had provided on either side of the headboard. Then, I picked up the air freshener and sprayed it throughout the room. Within moments, the entire space was filled with a lovely fragrance. The scent of the flowers and the air freshener mingled beautifully with the cool air from the running AC.
 
I adjusted the heavy curtains on the windows, plunging the room into near-total darkness.
 
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Then, I switched on the night lamp, and a soft, milky glow spread through the room, creating a truly romantic and dreamlike atmosphere.

Leaving the air conditioner running at full blast, I stepped out of my room dressed in just my lehenga and choli.
 
I had turned on the AC so that when Neeru arrived in my room after a long, exhausting day, the cool air would instantly soothe him.
 
I wondered why I was so concerned about the comfort of that scruffy man.
 
Stepping out of my room, I waited for Neeru while watching TV.
 
I glanced at the clock; it was three o'clock.
 
Just then, my mobile rang; it was Saud.
 
He said,
 
"Darling, I’m leaving for the function now. I’ve told Neeru, too; he’ll be free and on his way in a little while."
 
I said, "Okay," and asked if he would be coming home that evening. He replied,
 
"No, I won't be able to make it today. I might not even be able to come back tonight." Written by Maitri Patel with Sauni Patel and Funlover.
 
Feeling a strange sense of happiness deep down, I said,
 
"Alright, And if you do come back tonight, give me a call."
 
He said, "Okay. Bye."
 
The hospital was about a 15-20 minute drive from our house, but since Neeru was coming on his bicycle, it would inevitably take him half an hour.
 
I got up to make some final preparations; I took a bottle of fresh juice from the kitchen and placed it in the room's mini-fridge, and also moved some fruit and a bowl of ice cream there so Neeru wouldn't face any trouble finding something to eat or drink.
 
Then, I played a soft, soothing melody on the expensive music system in the room, which made the atmosphere feel even more romantic.
 
It truly looked like a bride's room, decorated in anticipation of the groom's arrival. Around 4 o'clock, the intercom buzzed, and Gul Khan informed me that Neeru had arrived.
 
I said, "Yes, send him in."
 
"Yes, Madam," Gul Khan replied, adding, "Madam, I’m going to have my meal now for a little while; I’ll lock the gate before I go."
 
I said, "Alright, come back soon."
 
After hanging up the intercom, I quickly adjusted the dupatta that matched my lehenga, closed my bedroom door, and sat on the bridal bed, dbanging the dupatta over my head.
 
I pulled the dupatta forward to form a veil and spread the rest of the fabric around me on the bed, just like a bride.
 
The bed was covered in rose petals, not a single spot was left bare, and amidst those petals, I sat like a rose in full bloom. Edited by Funlover.
 
I sat there waiting for a crude man, someone whose social standing was far, far below mine.
 
As I waited for Neeru on that decorated bridal bed, dressed as a bride, my heart was pounding furiously. My heart hadn't raced this fast even on the night Saud was due to visit my room for the first time. With my eyes closed and my heart racing, I waited for Neeru.
 
Just then, I heard Neeru’s voice:
 
"Madam, where are you?"
 
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Yess, Bride is ready for Pride groom
who is a worker but a winner in bed
with his master's wife.
A nice first night ( haa haa) going to
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I controlled my heartbeats, kept myself calm and cute and gave him time to find himself and reach me.

The sounds of Neeru calling “Madam-Madam” were coming closer to my room and along with my heartbeat, my hands and feet were also becoming cold. Presented by Maitri Patel.
 
Suddenly the door of my room opened and the voice of “Madam ji” came.
 
I could not see Neeru, but as soon as she entered the room, the smell of her dirty body spread in the room, which made me know that Neeru had entered the room.
 
Neeru was inside the room and heard the door of the room closing.
 
And after a sighing sound of “Madam Jiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii” a profound silence settled over the cool, fragrant atmosphere of the room. Neeru was likely staring at me, for it would never have crossed his mind that his Madam would be waiting for him dressed as a bride.
 
Neeru slowly approached my bed; despite the room being filled with a strong fragrance, the stench of his filthy body and sweat was overpowering, wafting toward my nostrils and making his presence known.
 
Suddenly, I felt Neeru’s hand touch my shoulder, and he said,
 
“Madam-ji, is it really you?”
 
I remained silent, sitting with my head bowed.
 
Neeru sat beside me on the bed and gently began to lift my veil; my heart raced as I closed my eyes. As soon as he lifted the veil from my face, he exclaimed,
 
“Oh God! What is this?”
 
I immediately opened my eyes, and my gaze fell upon Neeru’s grimy face. His dark, dirty body was drenched in sweat.
 
He said,
 
“Oh God! What deed of mine have You rewarded me for? You’ve sent this celestial beauty just for me.”
 
Hearing his praise, I blushed and looked down.
 
Neeru asked in astonishment,
 
“Madam-ji, what is all this?”
 
I looked at him again and said,
 
“You wanted to see me dressed up as a bride, didn't you? So, I thought I’d fulfill that wish of yours today and appear before you as a bride.”
 
Neeru said,
 
“But Madam-ji, why didn't you tell me beforehand that you were going to be my bride today? If you had told me earlier, I would have done something about my appearance.” Assisted by Sauni Patel.
 
I smiled and asked,
 
“What would you have done?”
 
Neeru replied,
 
“Madam-ji, since you’ve dressed up so beautifully, I would have bathed and cleaned myself up before coming to my bride. Look at me; I’m sitting right next to you just as I am, after working in the filth all day. If you say so, I’ll quickly take a bath and get cleaned up.” For some reason, I spoke up shyly,
 
“No, never mind… you look fine just the way you are.”
 
Hearing this, Neeru grinned, revealing his stained, yellow-and-red teeth, and said,
 
“But still, I really should have brought something for my bride, shouldn't I?”
 
I asked, “No, there’s no need for you to bring anything for me.”
 
Neeru said,
 
“But Madam-ji, since you’ve become my bride today, I won’t even touch you without putting the Mangalsutra on you.”
 
(*Mangalsutra= "sacred wedding necklace" or "auspicious thread." Mangal: Means auspicious, blessed, or good fortune. Sutra: Means thread or cord.)
 
 
I looked at him in astonishment and said,
 
“Mangalsutra? But what for?”
 
Neeru said,
 
“Madam-ji, by putting the *Mangalsutra* on you today, I’ll make you my bride forever, won't I?”
 
 
I blushed.
 
But where am I supposed to get a Mangalsutra from now?
 
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Neeru spoke, looking around with a hint of unease.

I was amused by what he was saying. Written by Maitri Patel.
 
Then Neeru got up and walked over to my dressing table. He opened the jewelry box lying there and began examining its contents.
 
I watched him and his actions.
 
Neeru stood by my dressing table. He was wearing the same shirt he always wore. After working in the grime all day, the shirt was in an even worse state; it was soaked with sweat and clinging to his body. His bare, dark, grimy yet muscular arms were slick with perspiration.
 
He was wearing his usual lungi, leaving his dark, dusky legs bare below the knees, with sweat trickling down them. His feet, dirty, dark, thick, and rough, were bare; he had likely left his shoes at the outer door, seeing the velvet carpet inside.
 
His reflection was visible in the mirror.
 
Coming into the cool, air-conditioned room after cycling in the heat outside had caused his body to break into a heavy sweat. His dark, unsightly face was drenched, and sweat was visible on his neck and chest as well. He was chewing paan, and a bit of saliva was trickling from the corners of his mouth.
 
Grimy sweat dripped from his forehead onto my dressing table. He was rummaging through my jewelry box with his dirty hands, searching for something unknown. I watched this filthy, repulsive man standing so freely in my bedroom, touching and examining my belongings, yet I made no move to stop him. Suddenly, Neeru took one of my gold chains out of my box, brought it over, and placed it on the bed.
Then, he started searching for something in the pocket of his grubby shirt.
 
He pulled out a key ring, featuring a small figurine, and detached the keys, putting them back in his pocket. He then began threading my gold chain through the figurine.
 
I asked,
 
“Neeru, what are you doing? And what is that?”
 
As he threaded the figurine onto the gold chain, Neeru said,
 
“Madam-ji, this is an idol of Lord Ganesha. Since I don’t have anything else right now, I’ve turned this figurine into a mangalsutra for you by stringing it onto your gold chain. I’m going to place this Ganesha mangalsutra around your neck and make you my wife.”
 
Saying this, Neeru kissed the figurine.
 
My eyes were fixed on that dark, grimy figurine. I said,
 
“Neeru, have you lost your mind?” Edited by Funlover.
 
Neeru placed the Ganesha mangalsutra on the bed near me, walked over to the dressing table, and started searching through my makeup kit.
 
I kept watching him.
 
He picked up the box containing various shades of mascara, opened it, and began looking for something inside.
 
I couldn't figure out what he was doing.
 
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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,
 
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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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[maitripatel]

Awesome work, keep doing it.

Thank you very much dost.

Stay tuned friend.

[maitripatel]

There will be A PERFECT FIRST NIGHT after a fake MARRIAGE.
Nice "maitripatel".
Extraordinary going erotic.

Thank you for the comment dost.

You are absolutely right. There would b a fantastic first night of fake marriage.

Stay tuned for more exciting moments ahead.....

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Let's move ahead friends

[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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