A brief passage from “Varsha’s Wedding Night” – Edge of Ecstasy 9 – follows:
Chapter One
Varsha felt tired.
She was wearing traditional wedding clothes and jewellery that weighed close to ten kilos. She knew she looked stunning. Hence she had stopped her make-up artist from going overboard in applying rouge on her and making her look like a tomato, as the artist had done with most of her friends. But even the light make-up she had on her face felt sticky and heavy in Delhi’s capricious winter.
The priest kept muttering mantras under his breath. Even he appeared tired. But for some reason, he kept going on and on.
The wedding proceedings had started hours ago with pomp and show. Sandeep had come on the horse smiling shyly, as the wedding procession moved amorphously around him. He looked more handsome than usual, even though Varsha had noticed that he hadn’t shaved.
Now, he too, seemed tired and bleary. He kept missing the priest’s prompts to pour ghee into the wedding fire. He shifted in his seat. Varsha felt her right foot go dead again and she shifted too.
“Om…” the priest droned on. Varsha poured grains into the fire and a split second later, Sandeep poured a spoonful of ghee, yawning.
“Your cleavage is showing,” Varsha heard a whisper in his ear. She turned to see her sister Shivani bending to whisper in her ear.
Varsha didn’t care. She just wanted the ordeal to be over. There was basically no one left at the wedding anyway – only their parents, a few cousins and a few close friends. Nevertheless, she let Shivani help her pull up her dupatta to cover her breasts better.
When the evening began, she had been excited and aroused. Her panties had felt wet with excitement and anticipation for kissing Sandeep, making love to him. But she had forgotten how long her sister’s wedding had been.
She had expected to be naked in Sandeep’s arms by now, asleep.
Instead, the priest droned on and on, as if he would chant one mantra for every rupee he was being paid.
When it all finally ended at 4:30 AM in the morning, and her parents and siblings lined up for her departure, Varsha had barely any energy left to emote. Nevertheless, she was so tired that she ended up crying more out of frustration and fatigue. Her father’s face melted her heart.She could see how much he would miss her. Of her two siblings – a younger brother and elder sister – she had been his favorite.
As she hugged Shivani goodbye, Shivani whispered in her ear again, mock-cheering, “Sex! Sex! Sex!”
*
In the car on the way to his house, Varsha put her head tentatively on his shoulder. Sandeep put an arm around her, his hand resting on her bare forearm. She nestled up into him, hoping the driver didn’t notice.
Sandeep kissed her on the forehead and she felt happy and content after a long time.
“Are you cold?” he asked, rubbing her forearm as he spoke.
She felt sparks fly where his hand rubbed her forearm. If the driver wasn’t present in the car, she would have put a hand on his face and kissed his lips.
“A little,” she whispered back.
Sandeep moved his arm down from the car’s backrest, holding her around her exposed waist, pulling her in tighter towards him. Varsha drew in a ragged breath softly, unsure if the driver could hear her. She had a strong urge to place her hand over his crotch.
Instead, she nestled her head into his neck.
She was asleep within seconds.
She woke up to a warm wet kiss on her forehead.
“Wake up, princess,” Sandeep whispered.
Varsha had dreamt, surprisingly, of being asleep. It had been a dream of a special happy kind of sleep – one of content.
She blinked and yawned, drawing herself away from his arms to stretch.
As she stretched and her hips moved across the car seat, she realized her panties were cold with her vaginal secretions.
She looked back at Sandeep who was smiling staring at her quietly and felt a pang in her loins. Despite her tiredness, she wanted nothing more than ripping off both their clothes and letting his manhood inside her.
Chapter One
Varsha felt tired.
She was wearing traditional wedding clothes and jewellery that weighed close to ten kilos. She knew she looked stunning. Hence she had stopped her make-up artist from going overboard in applying rouge on her and making her look like a tomato, as the artist had done with most of her friends. But even the light make-up she had on her face felt sticky and heavy in Delhi’s capricious winter.
The priest kept muttering mantras under his breath. Even he appeared tired. But for some reason, he kept going on and on.
The wedding proceedings had started hours ago with pomp and show. Sandeep had come on the horse smiling shyly, as the wedding procession moved amorphously around him. He looked more handsome than usual, even though Varsha had noticed that he hadn’t shaved.
Now, he too, seemed tired and bleary. He kept missing the priest’s prompts to pour ghee into the wedding fire. He shifted in his seat. Varsha felt her right foot go dead again and she shifted too.
“Om…” the priest droned on. Varsha poured grains into the fire and a split second later, Sandeep poured a spoonful of ghee, yawning.
“Your cleavage is showing,” Varsha heard a whisper in his ear. She turned to see her sister Shivani bending to whisper in her ear.
Varsha didn’t care. She just wanted the ordeal to be over. There was basically no one left at the wedding anyway – only their parents, a few cousins and a few close friends. Nevertheless, she let Shivani help her pull up her dupatta to cover her breasts better.
When the evening began, she had been excited and aroused. Her panties had felt wet with excitement and anticipation for kissing Sandeep, making love to him. But she had forgotten how long her sister’s wedding had been.
She had expected to be naked in Sandeep’s arms by now, asleep.
Instead, the priest droned on and on, as if he would chant one mantra for every rupee he was being paid.
When it all finally ended at 4:30 AM in the morning, and her parents and siblings lined up for her departure, Varsha had barely any energy left to emote. Nevertheless, she was so tired that she ended up crying more out of frustration and fatigue. Her father’s face melted her heart.She could see how much he would miss her. Of her two siblings – a younger brother and elder sister – she had been his favorite.
As she hugged Shivani goodbye, Shivani whispered in her ear again, mock-cheering, “Sex! Sex! Sex!”
*
In the car on the way to his house, Varsha put her head tentatively on his shoulder. Sandeep put an arm around her, his hand resting on her bare forearm. She nestled up into him, hoping the driver didn’t notice.
Sandeep kissed her on the forehead and she felt happy and content after a long time.
“Are you cold?” he asked, rubbing her forearm as he spoke.
She felt sparks fly where his hand rubbed her forearm. If the driver wasn’t present in the car, she would have put a hand on his face and kissed his lips.
“A little,” she whispered back.
Sandeep moved his arm down from the car’s backrest, holding her around her exposed waist, pulling her in tighter towards him. Varsha drew in a ragged breath softly, unsure if the driver could hear her. She had a strong urge to place her hand over his crotch.
Instead, she nestled her head into his neck.
She was asleep within seconds.
She woke up to a warm wet kiss on her forehead.
“Wake up, princess,” Sandeep whispered.
Varsha had dreamt, surprisingly, of being asleep. It had been a dream of a special happy kind of sleep – one of content.
She blinked and yawned, drawing herself away from his arms to stretch.
As she stretched and her hips moved across the car seat, she realized her panties were cold with her vaginal secretions.
She looked back at Sandeep who was smiling staring at her quietly and felt a pang in her loins. Despite her tiredness, she wanted nothing more than ripping off both their clothes and letting his manhood inside her.
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