SUHAAGRAAT-indian first night

 The concept of the First Night is unique to India. In India, most marriages are arranged by parents. Soon after, the betrothal ceremony takes place to announce the happy news to friends and family. In a society where sexes are rarely mixed, young couples have few opportunities to meet. During the engagement, the young man may pay a visit to his girl at her home and possibly take her to a couple of movies. In these closely watched meetings, nothing noteworthy can happen. The wedding is next, followed by the First Night. What is it like to be locked in a room with two people you barely know and expected to make love? Every day, thousands of couples successfully and joyfully deal with this situation. There's a good chance that no two of these bedroom dramas are alike. This is just an example.

Akash was laid out on the hotel room's sofa, ready to spend the night with his newlywed wife. Despite the fact that they were middle-class, his father-in-law gave a room in a five-star hotel for his daughter's wedding. Barsha, Akash's lovely wife, had secluded herself in the bathroom for a wash and a change of clothes. The day was hot, and the line at the reception was long, so he needed a bath as well. His legs were tight, his arms achy, and his face muscles were tense from forced smiles.

During his travels to her home during the engagement, Akash found her to be a meek, almost timid young lady. He made the decision to draw her out and continue at her own pace, not rushing her in any manner. In his innocence, he had no idea that the magical string he had tied around her neck hours before had changed her completely.

The bathroom door slowly opened as the latch clicked. Barsha set sail. She looked stunning in a pale blue sari. Akash gave her a wide-eyed stare. His wife chuckled. He heard the sparkling sound of her laughter for the first time. It was a thrilling experience.

"Hitch your jaws up and go for a bath, Akash," she advised. "I'll make you a cup of hot coffee." Akash felt silly for gaping so openly, and astonished that the girl, who had largely expressed herself through gestures during the engagement, had spoken so passionately. He took his bath, and when he emerged, he discovered that, as promised, she had kept hot coffee with just the right quantity of sugar. He was perplexed as to how she knew he only required one teaspoonful.

After clearing the table, the waiter quickly left. Akash slammed the door shut and turned the knob to lock it. He moved his gaze up and down the wall and ceiling. He'd heard that covert cameras were hidden in these bridal suites, recording the joyous moments on tape that would subsequently be sold at the blue market. Years later, the same couple, now in need of stimulation to get their act together, was watching a blue movie, he had heard. They were jerked up in their seats when they realised they were the youthful stars of that pornographic film. As is customary for Akash, he examined the ceiling and wall. He didn't believe these tales were true.

Barsha was sitting on the sofa, pondering the design on the tablecloth. Akash sat beside her and held her hand in his. She took it in her hands and grinned as she turned around.

"I'm sure you're exhausted," he said.

"Of course, I am. "However, I am not drowsy," she added, laughing. "You?"

"I'm not at all fatigued." He gave her a kiss on the cheek. She shifted her gaze to reveal the opposite side of her face. He kissed it as well. He gently touched her lips with his." She pouted her lips, and he gently touched her lips with his."

"I appreciate your spirit," the bridegroom murmured, unsure whether what he was seeing was true. "You're not like other girls on this day who behave prim."

"How did you figure that out?"

"I was told that on this night, the girls would pretend to be uninterested and force the men to make all the moves."

"Have you been told?" "I'm sure you told yourself that." Her remarks were abrasive, but she spoke softly and her eyes twinkled with mischief.

He admitted and chuckled, "I guess the final thing you stated is closer to the truth." Even in this little encounter, he saw he lacked the ability to outtalk his spouse. He made the decision that the only way he could be a dominant male was to take action. As a result, he removed her sari's pallav. A beautiful valley appeared in the distance. One of the many chains she wore was descending into the valley. Akash gently yanked it out of his pocket. Sweat had soaked the pendant. He cleaned it clean and pressed it against her chest. He gazed at her as he unfastened one of her blouse hooks. She lay still. Another hook was undone by him. He paused for a moment. He had to move beyond the size of her breasts to get to the third. She smiled and motioned him to continue with a shake of her head. He undid the last hook and pushed the blouse flaps open to reveal the bra.

"What's with the wry smile?" he inquired.

"I was curious as to how you intend to proceed. Why did you smile as well?"

"I was wondering if all brides are like you on their first night. Most of them, I assumed, would be shy and reserved."

"Do you have a preference?"

"Without a doubt, this is what I have. Now, in response to your inquiry, I'm going for broke." Yes, he did. He kissed her on the lips and embraced her. She gave a response. He worked on the bra hook while embracing. It refused to budge. He lost concentration for the kiss in his eagerness to deal with the hook.

"Akash?"

"Yes, baby," I replied.

"You began kissing. First, put an end to it." He stared at her and shook his head, as if he didn't understand what she was saying. He thought to himself, 'All girls can't be like this; this has to be a one-of-a-kind specimen.' They kissed and hugged each other. It was more of a tongue-to-tongue affair than a lips-to-lips affair.

Barsha smiled and remarked, "It was good Akash." She shifted her weight to show him the back. For a while, he worked on it. He finally finished it.

"Why is it so difficult for my mother and sister to remove it with a flick of the finger?"

"Perhaps you need more practice." But Akash was deafeningly deafeningly deafening One by one, he raised the bra cups. "Wow," he remarked as he leaned back. His girl had a stunning pair of shoes. He ran his fingers over it and flicked the nipples with his index finger. He raised his eyes to her. She had a big smile on her face.

He kissed her and remarked, "You are an amazing sweetheart." He made an attempt to cup her breasts. He was unable to succeed. His hands were insufficiently large.

"Done?"

"That's not the case. Is it okay if I suck?"

"Of course, honey," -. He took a wet suck. She shifted her gaze to the other. He sucked that as well.

"Am I doing a good job?"

"What if I didn't know? I haven't suckled in 22 years." The tinkle set his heart beating once again as she laughed. She didn't recall sucking, but the book her mother had given her to read, 'What Young Brides Ought to Know,' had a full paragraph dedicated to it. Akash has a long way to go.

"Your face is being rubbed by my blouse and bra. I'll take them down if you don't mind." She went ahead and did it. She didn't have faith in her spouse to take them off without ripping her blouse. Akash hugged her after removing his shirt. The sensation of his bare body on her bare body was delectable.

She asked, "Would you like to see me sit up straight?"

"What is that for?" -.

"In order to determine if they are sagging. On this night, I suppose you men are looking for evidence of virginity."

"How did you figure that out? Like me, I'm sure you've been telling yourself that."

"No, it's from the book 'What Young Brides Ought to Know,'" says the author.

"Well, I hadn't considered that at all." She sat up straight. Akash weighed her breasts as he held them in his hands.

"Ones of your size and splendour are going to sag a little." He gave a kind smile.

"What is that smile for?" she inquired.

"In college, we had a classmate with large breasts that pointed upwards. Helium was her name."

"What happened to her?" -.

"I'm not sure. Probably selling balloons."

She was lying down on the cot. He was now kissing her abdomen, probing her umbilicus with his nose, and looking around the area beneath her. Barsha sucked in her stomach and drew her sari as low as she could. Akash's lips followed until they smacked into the sari's tucked-in part.

"How are you going to handle this minor issue?" she inquired. Akash had figured it out.

He stated, "My way is the direct way." He untucked the pleated portion of the sari that had been tucked in. The skirt was hidden beneath it. He undid the tape and dragged the skirt and sari down with him. Barsha wasn't wearing knickers, which made him happy. With one more tug, he'd reveal the pussy. He paused for a moment. He raised his eyes. She was beaming with delight. She didn't blush or avert her gaze; instead, she met him eye to eye and smiled defiantly. She raised her rear and assisted him in lowering her sari. He had not expected such a level of cooperation. In his pessimism, he expected her to open tiny windows and reveal her body one part at a time, but this girl was allowing him to strip her naked without a murmur.

Akash was undecided about whether he'd be dealing with a hairy pussy or a bald pussy. This one had a glass-like smoothness to it. He had the perfect one in his mind's eye after his exhaustive study of photographs he had obtained from the Internet. Barsha's was almost flawless. The soft rising at the top of the cleft to indicate the clit lurking beneath its hood, and the leaves guarding the fissure hinted, but not seen, a mound that bulged more than one would expect in one so slim. He raised his eyes. For the first time in his life, he found his wife evasive. She was blushing all over, and she was looking away but darting brief glances at him.

"Does it bother you that I'm staring at you like this?"

"It makes me happy that you like it."

He accepted her word for it.

"Do you like it?" she inquired, her voice barely audible.

"Thank you a lot." His voice had become hoarse. Her knees were bowed and her thighs were slightly split out. Her head was turned away from him, but her gaze was fixed on him. She was flushing once again. They exchanged glances. She smiled, but it wasn't a flirtatious smile or a wicked smile; it was a warm smile. That's when he realised he was one with her. He moved his hands gingerly towards the pussy and gently touched it.

He said, "It's smooth." He said to himself, 'You must have shaved this afternoon.' "It's smooth," he said again.

"Your tennis-playing hands aren't," she stated emphatically.

"My left hand isn't doing any better," he admitted. He took a breath and stopped. He had a thought. "What about my cheeks? This afternoon, I shaved. It has to be as smooth as possible." He gave her a worried expression. Would he upset her with his bravado?

She asked, "Why not?"

He knelt and massaged his cheeks together. He went a step farther. He inspected the clit with his lips stretched wide. He wanted to kiss the clit, but his bravery failed him at the last time. He took off his knickers and pants. He raised his eyes. Her gaze was drawn to his cock.

"Would you like me to use a condom?"

"It's up to you."

"I believe I would put one on."

"Thank you." He opened a packet he had taken from his shirt pocket. When she spoke, he was preparing to unroll it.

"I believe the foreskin must first be retracted."

"Oh! How did you figure that out? "Akash remarked.

"It was in the book that I read it. What made you think you didn't know?"

"This is the first time I've used one." He realised she had caught him off guard all of a sudden. It was certain to sound hollow in the future when he spoke about how much girls in the college admired him. Without a doubt, he is a bright young man.

He and she both laughed as he said, "You must lend that book, later."

She was lying down on the cot. He knelt down in front of her. He retracted his foreskin and positioned the condom on the tip of his foreskin, ready to unroll it. He raised his eyes. She was beaming with delight. She stepped forward and clutched the shaft with her outstretched hand. She kissed the tip of her nose with her head down. She then assisted him in unrolling. He kissed her on the lips, each tit, and the belly button, then expanded his lips out and kissed the love button. She stretched out her thighs on the bed and bent her knees with her feet in the air. On this night of nights, some men may have had to force open the thighs of their darlings, but not Akash. He was standing right on top of her. She carefully slipped his penis into her vaginal canal while holding his penis. She jerked back as though in pain as he pressed. He was thoroughly immersed at this point. Her eyes were shut tight. With his lips, he touched hers. And then he went into a tizzy. He was pumping his fists, and she was responding to his beat. She held him tight with both arms and legs as he ejaculated, and her counter-pressure to his final push was something he remembered for a long time. Akash had no idea if she was having an orgasm. He rolled over after laying on her for a bit. They were clutching each other as they lay down.

She stated, "I want to wash." He let her go. He went to wash when she finished washing. He observed a smear of blood on the sheet as he arrived. He stared at the location before inadvertently turning to her. At the same time, she pouted her lips and shrugged her shoulders. His face was smug with a cocky smirk. His wife was, in fact, a virgin.

"They spread out the sheet in various cultures to let the neighbours know that the girl who has come to live in that village is an acme of virtue," he explained. Barsha's ability to tease was far from exhausted.

"If they examined the blood," she added, "they would see that meat and eggs aren't the only things the barnyard fowls supply for the comfort of men and women." She laughed and hugged him, and he joined in the laughing and hugged her with similar warmth after a brief pause.