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Chapter 31. The quiet and shy marriage🔞


⚠️ Mature content ahead. I have put ⚠️ warning sign at the start and end of the scene so you know where to skip.

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Mumbai

The Kumars

Deepika kept the call from her daughter and thought about the words said by her.

"...When are they coming?..." Arjun asked her who hummed replying next week. He saw the way his wife was being too quiet from the past few days.

He asked her to which she replied uncertainly that she was worried about the dance class. NatyaPrabha was facing some issues as the students number where decreasing as many opted to take a break for their higher studies, while some just got married off.

Arjun consoled her saying that they would try to advertise her dance class in his social media along with his counselling institution.

Seeing that Deepika got little relieved with the suggestions, Arjun asked her about the proposals for Dhiraj to fix his marriage.

The village,

The entire village had seemed to attend the wedding of Ram to a city girl.

The wedding would take place in the ancestral temple with the traditional set up, which would be assisted by the village heads.

Sameer was being instructed by the village sarpanch on how to proceed with the bride-side rituals along with Vinay who was the uncle.

The ladies were required to arrange for leading the bride at the middle of the temple premises.

As Ram sat in the small chair waiting for his Soumya, the priest chanted the holy mantra to commence on the holy marriage, witnessed by the God itself.

Soumya shied as she was seated beside Ram who couldn't lift his face blushing badly. Vinay chuckled at the way the strict professor was getting restless with the passing time.

At the instructions of the high priest, Ram took the thaali and turned to tie it around Soumya's neck. She just blushed on feeling the warm breath of her Ram, who whispered '...I hope it is not to tight?!..." making Soumya glance at him for a fraction of second.

Sonia bent down to correct him replying "...it needs to be...to secure your tie with our beloved Cuppy!..." making Ram jolt a little.

The family were amused at the way the rituals were going in a smooth manner.

At the couple got to do the Pheras, Reena adjusted Soumya's saree. The poor soul was not able to take the saree to well as it was her first time to wear the contraption.

The bride's father would hand over his daughter's hand in the hands of the groom signifying the handing of the responsibilities of his daughter over to him.

Ram held Sameer's hand to gesture his support to the family on giving the protection and love to their daughter. Vinay was happy to have such a kind-hearted soul in their family who only spelled calmness and strictness of a gentleman.

As the high priest continued with the holy chant, the family waited to shower the new couple with the flowers being given.

At the instruction of the priest, the entire village along with the family showered the bridegroom with their floral shower. Ram and Soumya's face lit up at the howl and cheers for their new life. Ram pressed his forehead onto Soumya whispering "...I love you, darling..." making Soumya's eye widened on hearing the three words from his lips, who smirked at her happy tears.

It was always Soumya who would pour out her love to the shy boy with her constant hugging, cheek kiss and teasing with her 'I love you, booboo!!' to him.

The priest chanted and told Soumya to put rice in the Veli.

Then Ram put Soumya's foot on the Ammi (grinding stone) signifying that she is breaking ties with her family and stepping onto a new family.

After the wedding rituals were over, the guests were instructed to move towards the dining area for the wedding feast - Sadhya.

The family then proceeded to Ram's house to be welcomed by his family.

Ram's mother stood near the front door with the lit lamp for the new bride. Soumya smiled the widest on receiving the lamp and walked inside the house to get the blessings from their ancestral god.

After the evening dawned, Vinay suggested to have a small get together for the groom's family in the city.

Ram's father and brother refused politely to them who told that they would like to offer their gratitude towards their hospitality.

After much refusal, the family agreed to the offer with the hot coffee and appams.

In Ram's room, Soumya was getting her jitters on how the night would pass for her.

"...hey..." she didn't turn but stayed in her place, with her sweaty palms.

Ram closed the door and went shyly towards her tensed self. As he back hugged her, Soumya tilted her head to feel his soft breaths on her ears tingling her core.

"...I hope you are not tired, sweetheart..." the sweet call, she would surely have a heart attack if he doesn't stop his flirty coyness..

Soumya was not able to take his soft breath on her neck as he murmured with his back hug.

Ram then backed a little, and turned her to see her redden face which he had only glanced during the entire marriage ceremony.

⚠️ Mature content ahead

"...you know...you still have a chance to escape?!..." Soumya got tensed at his words, but the next moment was whooshed in his arms.

As Ram bought her near the bed while carrying her bridal style in his strong arms, Soumya got only admire the handsome hunk of Ram and not decipher his intentions.

Ram then placed her softly on the bed and removed the stray hairs from her face who was still in a daze at his new aura.

"...Can I, Mrs. Ram?..." he asked in his mild husky baritone, which amazed her. Soumya slightly nodded to his request and could feel his first peck post marriage.

As he backed, she could see the way his eyes dilated and the side smile, made her innards do a somersault.

His veiny hands grabbed her nape, tilting her head up a little to take her lower lips sucking it. The grunt that he made during the kiss made her caught hold of his shirt.

The kiss was unholy as it didn't stop with just an interrupted smooch. But Ram backed a little and bobbed his nose onto her murmuring "...I hope you are not a screamer...love?..."

Soumya left her core tightened at his slow enunciation of the blunt words, which actually asked her permission to let him take her innocence.

She couldn't answer when he took her lips into a luscious open wet kiss not letting her breath. Soumya grabbed his nape being lifted on his lap who didn't plan to leave her lips.

She felt her jaw prick with his little bite, which moved to her neck as he made her first hickey hearing her little gasp. The man just chuckled and murmured '...I won't continue if you are planning to make noise...honey...' to which she just groan in a muffled tone.

Shifting her body to the bed softly, Ram backed a little, removing his shirt and brushed his hair back huffing with his smirk.

Hovering her he held her hand and kissed her each fingers not taking his eyes from her hooded ones.

What she failed to notice that his other hand caressing her bare waist moving towards her upper body.

Gasp!

The way he pressed her right moulds she could only bring him closer to her shivering self.

His lips were planting wet kisses all over her neck to her throat in between giving her hickeys.

Her saree was way down to her waist as he wanted to remove the hurdle between them.

"...Can I?..." Soumya hummed weakly at his request when he tried to remove her blouse along with moving his kisses to the valley of her breast.

Her body arched the way he caught her back to remove her inner wear, making her clutch his bodice closer out of shyness.

He however, didn't stop his lips sweet assault on her whose voice were getting a little louder. Ram backed at the little squeal that she let out, bringing a frown on her face.

He sat on his knees with his poker face, poking his tongue. Soumya got up placing her right hand on her bare self, asking "...what happened?..."

"...what did I tell you about your little noise, hm?" Ram tilted his head to the side with his raised brows to which Soumya looked down tensed. He chuckled and cupped her face pecking her swollen lips.

"...I don't want your mafia uncle to barge in our special moment, hearing your screams.... ok?!..." Soumya felt her brows wrinkle at his words and hugged him.

He pushed her a little on the soft bed, kissing her misty neck murmuring "...you can scream as much in our city apartment...not here... baby...." Hearing her soft chuckle, he moved his right hands over her clothed bodice and tried to unknot her skirt.

In a flash, their remaining clothes were side lined by Ram, who could only take in her sweet scent as she untangled her hands in his soft locks.

His first push was like heaven making her gasp with a sinful moan. Ram snuggled in her neck not able to resist himself to move with a rhythmic pace with her heaving body.

The way he shivered at the final thrust, made her breathed the stuck air in her mouth. He slumped slowly on her bare chest and kissed her heart whispering "...love you...". Soumya kissed his forehead on making her feel so special with his soft care and pamper on their special night.

***End of mature content ⚠️

The next day morning, Soumya couldn't stop her Prisha Chech teasing her with her eyes and pursed lips seeing her glowing face.

Ram said that he had to visit some of his relatives with Soumya before he could return to the city. The rest of the family had to return as they all had some or the other pending works to be looked into.



























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As all of you would have noticed that this story is inclusive of violence and mature content, previously mentioned in the blurb. ❤️

But I will set a warning sign. In the upcoming storyline, there will be mention of mild assault which will be warned beforehand to the readers. However, I have given this story as 25+ in the age criterion, even though I will surely put the warning signs⚠️, wherever required

So, a fare advise to the readers that do not complain about the chapters being gothic (which they will not be!!) even after mentioning it as 25+ which is a fair age for people to understand the difference between gothic assault and scenic representation of the protagonist being able to fight off its assaulters. 

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