The following narrative is given by Abhi, a man whose bride was chosen by his dadi.
“The prospect of holding my bride on my wedding night thrilled me. I was allowed to see Pragya only once when I went with my dadi to her home to ask for marriage. She was cute and beautiful.”
After they agreed to marry, they spoke very less to each other. Abhi fantasized about Pragya all the time. He practiced in the mirror the way he would talk to her, he would tell her good things. He knew she would be nervous and he swore to himself that he wouldn’t be forceful. He asked his married friends how did they spent their wedding nights and they gave different answers. Some forcefully had s*x with their wives while others waited for their wife’s consent.
“On the day of my marriage, I was way too excited. The ceremonies took longer than I had expected and I saw how tired Nikita looked. I wanted to remove that load of jewelery from her tiny body. I wanted to free her of all that and look into her eyes and talk to her and make love to her. She looked stunning. We were going to spend our wedding night at my home. I didn’t rent a separate house for myself and my bride because that’s what I was told to do. Pragya would be living under the same roof as my family. She didn’t refrain. When I told her this, she accepted it as if it were a normal thing. When I went into my bedroom, she was sitting on the bed with her knees drawn close to her chest. She didn’t look at me when I entered. I locked the door and started talking to her. She replied to me in one or two words. This was not working properly. I knew she was nervous but this rude behavior was hurting me.
I told her, “If you are very tired, you may go off to sleep. I won’t touch you. We have to live our lives together and I don’t want to spoil the beginning.” She smiled at me coyly. She took my hands in hers and told me she needed time. We changed our clothes without looking at each other. We went to sleep and after an hour or so, she was fast asleep. I couldn’t sleep all night. I touched her face, her slender features, her sweet lips and her shiny hair. She woke up and smiled at me. I never saw a smile so innocent as hers all my life. Something got over me and I kissed her passionately. She must have been surprised but she did not move. Rather, she kissed me back. We kissed and hugged the whole night. When morning came, I was on top of her enjoying the most beautiful time of my life. It was as if I had known her my entire life. My wedding night is the one I will always remember. Her soft skin, her innocent eyes and especially her angelic smile has it all to turn me on.”