My name is Madhuri and this is my story. I am going to start off by talking about the day I first saw my husband to be - Veer.
I looked up at him. I found his eyes already on me. I lowered my eyelids. But not before flashing the tiniest of smiles at him. A smile that carried with a lot more than just pleasantries.
"Mubarak! (Congratulations)" I heard everyone around me. It seems like I was finally getting married. Another thing out of the way, I told myself triumphantly.
The wedding was a grand affair. My parents, though not the richest in town were a well off family and me being their only daughter, they did not spare any expense to get me married
Veer - My husband's name was Veer. He was one of those IT people who had come to seek a bride - a demure, obedient and not to forget beautiful bride from his native land. While I was not breathtakingly beautiful I had my own charm which had worked on this Software Engineer. His parents firmly believed that they could have snagged a much more prized beauty pageant contestant to be his wife, but he had been adamant in his choice - me!
I was quite thrilled too. He looked very handsome. seemed very strong and seemed to have fallen in love with me at first sight. There was no question he was extremely intelligent given his high paying job in the US of A! My whole family was treated like it had won the lottery. My parents behaved similarly. His family too! It was quite humorous to watch everyone playing their parts so well. Veer - the prodigal son, me - the demure virgin bride, my parents - the lucky ones who were able to get their daughter out of their lives, Veer's parents - the rulers of the British empire!
He was to fly out right after our wedding. He had spent most of his 3-week vacation hunting for girls and by the time he had found me, there was only a few days left. Based on the alignment of our stars, our wedding had been fixed on the day of his departure. He seemed distraught that we would not get to spend our wedding night together and would have to wait for 3-6 months before my visa and other stuff got processed and I would be able to fly to him. I was thrilled at this development. Nothing like a good tease.
After our wedding vows were finished, he managed to get me alone for a few minutes.
"Can I touch your tits?" he asked.
I tried not to burst out laughing.
"If you can get to them..." I replied.
I had mistook his politeness for timidity. As soon as he got my go-ahead his hands pounced towards my breasts. I was taken aback by his ferocity. I sensed the effect of Bollywood movies again which seem to hover over a woman's breasts needlessly. I could feel his hands fumbling around trying to reach to their ultimate destination through the layers of clothing and jewelry.
I thrust my chest forward and he gasped. I pulled him towards me and directed his hands. I could hear his sharp intake of breath as his hand encircled my left breast.
"OH MY GOD! These are so big..." he mumbled.
"You won't be able to hold it in one hand..." I said giving his other hand a nudge.
"My God! My God!" His eyes were wide. His breathing was fast.
