Authors Note:
1. This is the first story, part of a series. Please read the other stories for context.
2. This novel contains more of romance, self discovery and plot building up to sex.
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Kamya lay down on her bed awake contemplating on the events that took place over the past week. She would be twenty-two next month. She had just finished college and now she was getting married. A customary duty was being performed by her parents like million other Indians. Her suitor will be arriving tomorrow. She was going to be prepped for the selection process to see if she was a suitable wife. If she wasn't, then she'd be one among those rejected girls who weren't good enough.
She wondered what if women were the ones who got to visit and sort men of their choosing. She chuckled at the idea. She turned to look at the clock striking 2 A.M. Any chance of sleep was now dominated by anxious thoughts of her future, If she'd look presentable, If she'd make a good wife, if she could keep her husband or in-laws happy. The "if's!" continued their barrage. Geet, her only friend since school had eloped with her bf just a month back fearing her parents wrath. Kamya wondered when she'd found the time to find a guy and romance him much less without her knowledge being close friends.
Her thoughts now drifting from the dress she would wear to how the wedding would be to the endless people wishing her luck. Soon, she drifted off to sleep. The next morning was usual with her mom's alarm routine of trying to wake her up cribbing on how she was going to manage her married life if she couldn't even wake up early. Alert, she checked the clock reading 8:05 A.M, she ran to bathroom to get ready.
Kamya removed her clothes in a hurry and caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror. She paused for a minute to admire herself, she was now a woman she thought to herself. Her once skinny body was now curvaceous. Her flat chest now had two beautiful full and round breasts with a small areola and dark brown nipples. Her black hair was now wavier, thick and reached almost her waist. Her lips plump and full. Her legs were slender but strong. She turned to look at her ass which was round and gave a nice shape to her body. She looked down to see her vagina covered with a thick black forest. She was clean as a silk cloth all over her body but she never learnt how to trim her bush down.
The enormous change was seen by every guy in her town who wished to be with her. She'd found men who chased women unworthy of friendship. Being an shy and introvert person she didn't socialize or have much friends either. Her anger stirred up everytime any guy gave her glances to woo her. She wondered why they did that, if that was supposed to by funny?
She looked above the mirror to find a pair of scissors her dad used to trim his beard. She took the scissors and a comb and trimmed it down to a decent level. She needed a razor to proceed further which was missing. She poured water over herself with the bucket and lathered soap on her soft skin thinking of what sort of a guy her suitor was.
She felt a tingle for the first time. It was something she wasn't used to. It felt different. Her skin now felt sensitive. Her nipples were now hard. She ran her palm over her breast feeling the skin and how sensitive it was. Her breasts had grown and were now more than a handful. She wondered if that's how it'd feel when she will be touched by her man. She dismissed the distracting thought while She quickly bathed herself.
She went to the kitchen to help her mom prepare the dishes for their visiting inspectors. Her eight year old brother came running inside screaming excitedly. The potential groom had arrived in a fancy SUV with his parents. Her mother quickly sent her off to her room welcoming their guests. Kamya wondered how he'd look like. She peeped through her door not long before hearing her father calling out her name.
She walked slowly towards them eyes to the ground like an obedient child, showcasing her parents achievements of raising her submissively. A quality much adored in the wives of Indian families. Her mother handed her the coffee tray pushing her to serve. She did the same without looking at anyone. She could hear her heart beat and wondered if they could hear it too. She wanted to look up to see him. She wanted to know who she was getting married to.
The man spoke, "Do you mind if I talk to your daughter alone for a while?"
"Of course not, Please take your time" Her father responded trying to be as courteous as possible. He almost sounded like a salesman trying to say why don't you have a look at our fine product.
Kamya's heart skipped a beat when she heard him speak. The tray vibrated in her hands. Her nervousness was on display for her suitor to see plainly. On her mother's command, She took him to the terrace. She kept looking down apprehensive when they reached.
