Suhaag Raat (wedding Night)

_Author's note:

This is my first attempt at writing a story. This chapter does not contain a lot of smut. I will follow this up with a sequel which will have all the lemony goodness. 😉

Do let me know in the comments if you like my writing so far and want to read more about what happened next._

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"Ohhh Shweta!"

Shauriya groaned as his cock was being slowly engulfed by the moist heat of his new bride's mouth. His hand tightly clenched the bedsheets as he felt her pull back, her lips leaving a glistening trail on his manhood. He could barely restrain himself as all he wanted was to plunge into his wife's willing mouth again and again till he fed her his bittersweet essence.

*****

It was their wedding night, or _suhaag raat_ as they call it in India. The bride and groom were in the wedding reception hall, entertaining their guests. Shauriya was getting more impatient by the second as the guests kept coming up to them, congratulating them. He wanted to get away from all this. All he could think of was taking his newly wed wife to their bed chamber and consummating their marriage. Shweta could sense her husband's impatience. She placed her hand on her husband's, and squeezed softly.

"Just a little bit longer," she whispered.

She blushed furiously as she did so, as she realized what lay ahead. She felt the dampness between her legs as her mind briefly drifted to the conversations that the two of them had had, about the things that Shauriya had promised to do to her on their wedding night.

Shweta had been brought up in a very traditional household. She met Shauriya in college where they both were in the same class. It was love at first sight. Their romance grew quickly and they both realized that they would spend the rest of their lives with each other. He was her first real boyfriend. However, her conservative background did hold her back against giving herself fully to him.

"Just a few more years," she implored. "I won't deny you anything after we get married."

Shauriya had had some casual encounters before he met Shweta, but they did not really mean much to him. Although he was disappointed, he loved her too much to let this be a speed bump in their relationship.

"Is that a promise?" he had asked, with a mischievous glint in his eye. "You'll agree to everything I want?"

"_Haan baba_, I will. _Pakka_. Promise," she said in an exasperated voice. "You will be my husband, and I will obey your every wish," she had added in a hushed voice, blushing slightly.

Shauriya could barely suppress a grin. He wanted to tell his girlfriend that such concepts were antique in the 21st century, but he didn't.

"Who doesn't want a wife who agrees to fulfill her husband's every fantasy in bed?" he told himself.

Back to the present, Shweta looked up at her husband and her eyes met his. She could tell by his look that they both had the same thing on their minds, and they could hardly wait any longer.

*****

The wait was finally over. Their guests had all departed. They found themselves being escorted to their room by their cousins and siblings all of whom were laughing and giggling.

"_Bhabi ko pareshan mat karna_. Don't bother our sister-in-law too much," his sister said as she pushed the new couple into their room and locked the door from outside.

As soon as the door was shut, Shweta rushed into her husband's arms. Shauriya was slightly taken aback by this, but he smiled. He could feel his heart swell with love for his wife as he pressed his lips to her head. Wanting to look at his bride, he drew back slightly. Her face was down, and her eyes were closed. Shauriya gently placed a finger under her chin, tilting his face up towards him.

"Won't my wife look at me?" he whispered.

Shweta nodded her head from side to side, suddenly feeling shy. Even with her eyes closed, she could feel her husband's gaze upon her. Her breath quickened as she felt him trace the side of her face with a finger. Her lips parted as his thumb stroked over her lower lip.

Shauriya couldn't blink, his eyes never leaving her. Her sleek black hair was tied in a tight bun. A red streak of _sindoor_ parted her black tresses. The slight pink hue of makeup enhanced the fairness of her skin. Her lips were red and full. He could feel himself getting aroused as he couldn't help but imagine them on him, around him, stretching to accommodate his thickness.

His gaze travelled lower. She looked so beautiful in that red saree. He couldn't stop himself from reaching out. A flick of his fingers and the safety pin securing the saree to the blouse was no longer there. As the _pallu_ of her saree slipped down from her shoulder, his gaze was treated to the sight in front of him. A red blouse with a plunging neckline, revealing a generous amount of cleavage. He felt his mouth become dry as he imagined the things that he would be doing soon.