The Naive Bride ✔

Annika felt very apprehensive stepping inside her new bedroom. The way her husband Shivaay looked at her, the brushing of hands during their engagement, the lingering touch when dancing in the sangeet, the small peck on her palm during their mehendi, holding her hand during pheras, the wink during grahapravesh ritual, everything made her nervous. Priyanka, his younger sister’s, teasing weren’t helping either. She wasn’t unaware of what happens during first night, but she was unsure if she was ready for it.

“Come in Bhabhi. This is bhaiya and now your room,” she heard Priyanka say. She realized they had reached upstairs in Shivaay’s, now theirs, bedroom. She gulped looking at the decoration. It wasn’t the typical roses but lilies. The lighting was very soft and there were candles in each corner of the room. Priyanka went ahead to play slow romantic music.

Pinky pat on her shoulder, “Now this room and this house is yours. If you need any help, don’t be shy.”

Priyanka caught up on the other two ladies, chuckling and saying, “Bhabhi can only need one help tonight. To get out of these heavy jewels and the saree. Shivaay bhaiya is here for that.”

Annika bent her eyes low blushing. Pinky softly hit Priyanka’s head and rebuked her for lack of a filter in her mouth.

“Now let’s leave. We are downstairs if you need any help.” Pinky said. The mother daughter left.

Annika sat in front of the dresser. She would surely ask her sweet mother-in-law for help, but who will help her when they leave next week and she is left alone with Shivaay at home. What if he wants to go on a honeymoon and she is left with no choice?

She slowly lifted her veil and let it fall on the chair. It was a tiring day and the thought of first night mentally exhausted her. She bit her lips thinking of all possibilities and could not come with a way to politely refuse him. She tried pulling off her earrings. They were gifted by her mom and were really heavy. Her whole outfit was heavy. She could have used some help from Pinky and Priyanka if Priyanka didn’t tease her so much.

She saw the door open through the mirror and Shivaay came in. He looked a little vexed and she immediately knew his sister teased him as well. She bent her eyes low when their eyes met in the mirror. He heaved a sigh. She heard him coming closer. She tried getting rid of her jewels as fast as possible yet not one came out.

She shivered feeling his touch. He put his hands on either side of her shoulders. He massaged her shoulders, but instead of relaxing she turned more rigid. He dipped his head towards neck placing a kiss there. Her eyes turned wide as she leaped like a cat in response to his kiss. Shivaay was quick to pull her back. She noticed his lust-filled eyes in the mirror that said he wasn’t leaving her soon tonight.

He enveloped her in his arms. She looked too gorgeous tonight and the fact that she was his wife now made him hard down south. He went through Priyanka’s teasings all for her. He waited till they got married all for her. Now he only looked forward to touch her and feel her skin.

She closed her eyes and he placed another kiss on her shoulder. A low moan escaped her throat. He grabbed the end of her pallu and slowly opened the safety pin letting it slide on the floor. Annika opened her eyes looking at her pallu on the floor. She looked at the mirror next to realize her blouse did little to cover her body and he stared at her bare waist without fail.

He had a good view of her sexy back as well. He couldn’t take eyes off everything he saw. He examined each string of the blouse and judged where they come and go each. He had no knowledge of blouse or saree but he eventually found a way to open it easily.

She shivered when he first touched her blouse. She took two steps ahead. He smiled faintly. His hands reached her back swiftly lifting her in his arms. She stared at him with the innocent eyes he loved. Her hand tightly clutched his sherwani and the other one took its place on his back. He slowly made their way to the bed. He placed her in the middle of the bed. He quickly got rid of his sherwani.

“I can’t sleep with clothes on,” he informed her.

Her eyes bulged. She didn’t feel sure if they would be fine with him sleeping shirtless beside her. He understood her nervousness and smiled. He laid beside her. There was no change of reactions in her. He touched her ears judging her reactions from time to time. When she didn’t react, he slowly took off her earrings. He softly caressed her earlobe. The spot was a little reddish owing to the marks her heavy earrings left. He took off her other earring as well.

She gulped. His touch made her feel hot. He opened the big nosepin followed by the tiara that revealed her sindoor. She smiled recalling how a few red vermillions fell on her nose when he adorned it on her maang. Her friends teased her a lot saying he would love her to the moon and back.

One part of her mind wanted to stop him while the other decided to let him continue. He reached her nape and loosened the thread of the heavy ancestral necklace she wore. She didn’t want to wear anything such at the wedding, and if it didn’t belong to his grandmother, she wouldn’t have either. The tip of his fingers teased her skin, making her feel giddy inside. She looked the other side and smiled faintly. She was nervous, yet she somehow liked his touch.

His hand now worked in the smaller imitation necklace gifted by her mother. He really wanted her to wear the huge necklace that belonged to the Oberoi family for the night, but she wanted to wear the one that was gifted by her mother. Shivaay didn’t want to hurt by comparing the imitation jewel with their thousands of gold and diamond jewelry. His eyes fell on the mangalsutra. It was cheesy to think of it as she wore a symbol of their matrimony or something like the chain of his name, but he was visibly proud of her wearing it as his eyes twinkled with joy. He left it untouched.

His hand wandered down. He got a smooth feel of her bare stomach. She was hyperventilating due to his touch. He couldn’t be more proud. He touched the front end of her pale skirt judging her reactions quickly. Her eyes were stuck on his hand. She released an audible gasp. He brought his hand closer to her anklet. Very delicately, he freed her feet from the anklet he gifted her on their engagement.

It reminded him he had two gifts due, one for suhagraat tonight and the other for muh dikhai. He made a mental note to get two of those quickly. His wife deserved to shine in diamonds though she was the biggest diamond herself.

He let himself fall on his side of the bed. He was still too close to her and she realized the bed was oval-shaped, too small for two people to sleep comfortably. Wasn’t he three times businessman of the year? Was it too costly for him to afford a king-size bed of rectangular shape?

She kept the thought in her mind. Instead, she stared at him while he caressed her face. He loved the blush adorning her cheeks. He didn’t know if it was makeup, but he could surely make her blush without it too.

He rested his other hand on her waist. The butterflies in her stomach didn’t let her sit straight. She became nervous from time to time. He scooted closer to her. His other hand started drawing patterns on the curves of her waist. Their faces were too close to each other, so close that his breath fanned her face. She closed her eyes. Her pouted lips invited him more. He cupped her face closing his eyes.

His lips softly landed on her skin. Where he should have tasted her sweet lips, his lips met her cheeks instead. He opened his eyes to find her smiling and blushing heavily. He kissed her cheeks yet she felt so shy. He had some grooming to do.

He kissed her cheeks again this time lingering his lips there. She refused to open her eyes, yet didn’t resist any of his gestures. He kissed her nose. He wanted to do this when the sindoor fell on her nose but stopped thinking about the other guests. Given she was shy by a cheek kiss, he knew he did the right thing.

He kissed each of her eyes. Her skin grew warm with love. She let everything come her way. He held her arms and locked them around himself bring her closer to him. He kissed everywhere on her face without missing a spot. He dipped his head and kissed her neck. She threw her head back. A soft moan escaped her lips. He planted wet kisses on her neck and shoulder. She hissed as he bit his favorite spot. He quickly licked the bite with his tongue. She felt her legs turning jelly. He didn’t want to stop and she let him be. He pulled her closer. He made patterns on the small of her back. She tried giving him more space. She loved everything he did to her.

Between kisses and caresses, he managed to open the dori of her blouse. Annika opened her eyes realizing what happened. She hugged him tightly to save herself from the embarrassment. He stared at her blankly.

Did she not want to go so far? How would he know if she didn’t speak up and submit to his acts?

“Annika,” he caressed her back softly. It was nothing lustful but out of concern.

“I am not sure,” she said, “I am sorry.”

He cupped her face with his free hand, “You don’t have to be. It’s fine. I thought you weren’t saying anything out of shyness. Apologies if I went too far.”

She shook her head before hiding her face in his chest. He held the dori of her blouse to not let it fall off her chest. She looked so scared. Or was she just nervous? He felt her tears straining his chest.

“Hey,” he held her softly, “Please don’t cry. You know you looked so beautiful. I couldn’t control and continued without asking you.”

She nodded and hugged him tighter. He kissed her hair. She was so scared and crying at the thought of physical intimacy. He didn’t know how to comfort her. One thing made him happy. At least she didn’t go away from him. She was letting him comfort her. He appreciated the trust.

Rest of the night was spent with Shivaay caressing her hair. Annika fell into sweet slumber.

Precap: Shivaay helps Annika cook

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