I sat down across her parents as they looked through my profile, judging if I was a worthy match for their daughter. This was mostly decided by how much I earned, and I knew it would be no issue at all. I paid no heed to them as they rifled through the papers, and looked around for the woman I was about to own. As expected, she was nowhere to be seen, and she would only be brought out after they confirmed I was worth it, so I waited.
Two other of their daughters stood in the entrance of the kitchen, covered from head to toe in robes, their eyes looking out at me through slits, giggling among themselves. The very sight of them only belonged to their husbands, so they were not allowed to show their faces to other men besides family. These girls were usually prohibited to masturbate and locked up in chastity belts. Women were born sluts, after all, you could hardly trust them to wait for marriage.
If the father of these girls had not faltered in his duties, these women would, most likely, have also been trained in cooking and cleaning, fashion, makeup, song, dance and erotic duties. Their husbands would expect them to cook, clean, doll themselves up and entertain. Since their virginities also belonged to their husbands, women were usually taught oral sex on dildos, grinding and humping on teddy bears, and had to study the methods to groom their man.
I was getting impatient of looking around aimlessly, and began to glare at the father as he did his job at an infuriatingly slow pace. Only one of his wives, probably the mother of the girl, was at his side. I glanced at her bust that protruded even through the loose robes, and hoped her daughter had inherited her genes. If they had not been lying on the advertisement, she was gifted in the right areas, hourglass shape with a fair complexion and decent height.
I had only been permitted to see her face in a picture until now, but as soon as I had seen it, I had to rush over here. She was stunning, and I simply had to have her. I knew she would be expensive, but she was absolutely worth it. My father had been pushing me into marriage for quite some time. "If you haven't even bought a first wife yet, when will you buy the rest and when will you make a family?", he said. But I had been waiting for someone who would make me feel like she did. I had been given an opportunity to buy her before she was put on the market, as our fathers knew each other. I immediately knew I must seize her without any delays. She was to be my first wife.
But the thing is, photos can be edited. I hoped she would live up to my expectations.
Finally the father looked up and smiled at me. Then he raised his voice and called, "RIA! Come and meet your husband!"
I perked up with excitement and anticipation as the sound of her ankle bracelets approached.
Ria was ushered in by two other women completely covered in black on either side of her, guiding her by the arm as she held a tray with hot samosas and chai in her hand. She stood out incredibly, about 5"6, dressed in a sexy, dazzling red transparent saree, adorned with gold jewelry all over her body. She had pulled her pallu over her face and was looking downwards, so I couldn't see her face. But I could see her body.
And damn, what a body it was. Pornstars would have been envious, she was a fucking bombshell! Since her saree was transparent and hugging her body, I could see her midriff, her enormous cleavage and the outlines of her huge booty and thighs. I couldn't have even imagined a woman more perfect in proportions. Her blouse was straining to hold her tits in. Her back was bare except for the thin string of the blouse, and I loved how smooth it looked. I liked my women plump, soft and jiggly, and I was convinced she was all three. The saree clearly displayed her hourglass figure. I loved that she had a bit of fat on her belly, not so much that it was protruding, but not a perfectly toned midriff either. Her belly button was a lovely innie.
Internally I was jumping in glee, screaming 'jackpot!', but outwards I maintained an appearance of indifference. There were still several things she had to be tested for.
First I tasted the samosas. Then, the chai. Again, she had given me reason to jump and scream in joy! They were delicious with an absolute burst of spicy flavour in every bite of the samosa, and the chai was perfectly brewed with a wonderful blend, just the way I liked it. Had she read my mind? Could this woman be any more perfect?
But something had felt off when I looked at her. What was it? I drank in her appearance from head to toe as she stood there timidly, holding her hands together in front of her. I was still jumping in glee, but then it struck me. This girl wasn't as fair as her pictures. She was slightly brown, though I could tell she had lighter undertones. I smirked.
Her complexion didn't really matter to me, but I knew it did to her parents. I glanced over at them, and sure enough they were looking at me nervously. I suppose they hadn't exactly been lying on the advertisement, she was probably just tanned, but I needed to use this to lower her price.
"How are the samosas, son?" the father asked.
"They're fantastic!" I said, shortly. I wondered for a second if Ria had really made the food, if she was actually that perfect, but I knew there would be no point of deception, since I could return her if she actually turned out to be terrible after marriage. "Can I speak to Ria privately now?"
As per standard practice, her father handed me the key to her pussy and pointed to a private room that was visible from the hall, and said while chuckling, "You know the rules son. Don't penetrate her until the wedding night!"
I smiled back politely and said, "Don't worry, I am only going to strip her."
Inside the room Ria stood stiffly about two heads shorter than me, pallu over her face, hands at her front, waiting demurely as I circled her. She smelled of wonderful soap and fresh jasmine flowers.
