Pooja spent an hour exploring the house. It was nice but not to big. She loved the small library, it has all kinds of books to read and she loved reading. She went from room to room trying to get ideas for redecorating them. She knew she was going to have a really busy day tomorrow. Getting up and getting breakfast and she had noted that a lot of dusting and things like that had been over looked for a while. She also had to shop. She wanted to find a piano and she had to get busy finding things to redecorate the house. Kabir also told her to get some new clothes. Pooja wandered in the kitchen and looked for something to fix for dinner. Add grocery shopping to the list thought Pooja. She found a small roast in the refrigerator and cut it into strips deciding to make Beef stroganoff. She got that going and cut up some potatoes to make au gratin potatoes. Luckily she found every thing she needed. After that was done, she got her sketch pad and looked out the window. Beau was sitting on the deck. She decided to do a sketch of him.

Kabir had gone to his Harley shop to work for a couple of hours. Dhruv the man who helped him run the place walked up too him.

"So Kabir you really get married today?" Dhruv asked.

Kabir wiped his greasy hands on a rag. He was changing the oil on a bike.

"Yep." Kabir said.

"Why the hell are you in here then, why aint ya at home with your wife?" Todd asked.

"I knew we were short staffed today. I was needed here." Kabir said.

"I bet your wife was pissed. She probably threw a fit." Todd said.

"No. She's at home cooking and cleaning like she's supposed to be, I don't play that shit Dhruv." Kabir said going back to work on the bike.

Dhruv looked at Kabir. He had known him for years. He knew Kabir had gone sour on women after his last divorce. He wondered what kind of woman would marry Kabir, knowing how he felt about women these days.

"Does she work?" Dhruv asked.

Kabir snorted in derision.

"Yea she works at taking care of me and our home and pretty soon our kids, like a wife should." Kabir said.

Dhruv  shook his head. He wondered how long this marriage would last with Kabir having that attitude.

Kabir smiled as he thought of Pooja at home. She was probably getting dinner ready. He would be done here in about an hour and he could head home and have a hot meal waiting on him and a pretty wife. Not that he was going to try anything with her tonight. He figured it was too soon, she had a long day. But tomorrow night for sure, she was a cute little thing. He couldn't wait to get a hold of her. Kabir started whistling as he worked. Yea things were working out just great.

Pooja checked dinner. It was just about ready. She heard the front door and a minute later Kabir appeared in the kitchen.

"Smells good, is it ready? I'm starving." Kabir said.

Pooja just stared at him. He was covered in grease and so were his clothes. Pooja went to the fridge and got a beer and handed it to him.

"Umm do you maybe want to take a bath first?" Pooja said hoping she didn't make him mad.

Kabir looked down at himself, hell he was filthy.

"Sorry, I'm used to being on my own; I just come in and fix a sandwich. I guess since I'm having a proper meal, I could clean up first." Kabir said.

"Finish your beer; I'll go run you a bath." Pooja said.

Pooja was off like a shot before Kabir could answer. Kabir stood at the counter drinking his beer. Hell a man could start to enjoy this he thought. Kabir finished the beer and threw the can away. He turned and headed upstairs.

Pooja came out of the bathroom as Kabir came in the room.

"Umm your bath is ready. If you want to undress in here, I'll take those clothes." Pooja said.

She sure didn't want those greasy clothes in the hamper with everything else.

Kabir stripped out of his clothes and handed them to Pooja. Pooja swallowed hard and took the clothes. Jesus Lord help me, the man don't even wear underwear Pooja thought. Her face was bright red. Kabir smirked she looked like she was going to faint.

"I'll be right back." Pooja said rushing out of the room.

Pooja took his clothes and put them in the washing machine. She didn't know if she could go back up there or not. God that was a big man. She took a few deep breaths and headed back upstairs. She had to live with this man, she had better get used to seeing him naked, she thought to her self.

Kabir settled himself in the hot water and sighed. He chuckled to himself. He found Pooja's reaction to him amusing. Teaching her about sex was going to be fun. Whoa boy, ya can't just pounce on her, Kabir told him self. He sighed. He was going to have to go slow with her. He looked up as Pooja walked through the door. She had a towel and sweats in her hands. She laid them on the toilet.

"I brought you some clothes." Pooja said.

"Thank you Pooja." Kabir said gazing at her.

The more he looked at her the more he wanted her. She had that pretty  black hair that hung in waves to her waist and those big brown eyes. Freckles scattered across her nose and a really sexy body with curves in all the right places. Pooja grew uncomfortable under his gaze. She felt like a bird being stalked by a cat. Pooja took a few steps forward and knelt by the tub which shocked Kabir. He figured she was fixing to run off. She pulled the washcloth out of his hand and lifted it and gently washed his cheek.

"You had some grease there you missed." Pooja said shyly peeking at him then looking down.

Kabir couldn't believe the effect her innocent touch had on his body. He steadied his breathing and tried to remain calm.

"Do you want me to wash your back?" Pooja asked.

Kabir looked up at her.

"Pooja you don't have to, I know I said I expected you to do things around here, but I really don't want ya to think I'm trying to turn you into a slave, because I'm not. I mean ya don't have to run my bath for me and bring me my clothes, you're not a slave you're my wife." Kabir said.

He really didn't want her to be scurrying around like a servant afraid of getting a beating if she didn't please him. Yes he wanted a wife who cooked and cleaned and took care of their children but he didn't want her scared to death.

"Okay." Pooja said quietly looking down again.

"However if ya really wanted to wash my back, I wouldn't exactly fight ya tooth and nail." Kabir said smiling a bit.

Pooja looked up at him. He looked so different when he smiled. Kabir watched as a smile lit her face. Damn if she wasn't pretty. Pooja picked up the wash cloth again and the soap and started soaping up his back and his neck. Kabir sighed and leaned his head forward. God this felt good he thought. She squeezed the cloth out and grabbed the shampoo.

"Lean back." Pooja said.

Kabir leaned back and closed his eyes. He felt her using her hands to wet his hair. Pooja pour shampoo in her hand and rubbed it in his hair massaging his scalp.

"Feels good Pooja." Kabir murmured.

Pooja picked up the washcloth and started squeezing water over his head to rinse the soap out. She finished and got up and got a small hand towel. She bent down and wiped the water out of his face.

"All done." Pooja said standing up.

Kabir opened his eyes. She looked so beautiful standing there. Back down boy, you're making a big mistake if you get attached to her. Keep everything at a business level and everything will be fine. No emotional attachments.

"I'll go get dinner on the table." Pooja said and turned and left.

Kabir watched her go. As long as he kept things in perspective everything would be fine. He got up and started drying off.

Pooja set the small table in the kitchen; there was no point in just the two of them eating in the dining room. She set the food on the table as Kabir walked in the kitchen. Kabir set down and filled his plate. Pooja set a glass of tea in front of him.

"Thank you." Kabir said.

"Your welcome." Pooja said smiling at him.

Pooja sat down across from him and put a small amount on her plate. Kabir was devouring the food. He couldn't remember the last time he had a home cooked meal. Pooja watched, glad that he liked it.

"It's good Pooja." Kabir said looking over at her.

"I'm glad you like it." Pooja said looking down.

"Remember what I said; look at me when you speak to me. You don't have any reason to be looking down all the time. Hold your head up Pooja, you're a pretty girl." Kabir said.

Pooja flushed with pleasure. Kabir thought she was pretty. Her father always said she was homely. Kabir watched Pooja, she was picking at her food not really eating.

"Pooja you haven't touched your food." Kabir said.

"I'm not really hungry." Pooja said.

Pooja was nervous. She wondered if Kabir was going to want to have sex tonight, either way she knew she was going to have to sleep in the same bed with him. Her stomach was in knots.

"You need to eat better. A good wind would blow ya away now." Kabir said.

Pooja got up and started clearing the table. She scraped all the plates and loaded them into the dishwasher.

"Dinner was great Pooja." Kabir said

"Thanks." Pooja said and continued to clean the kitchen.

Kabir walked off to the den to watch a little TV before bed.

Pooja finished up in the kitchen. She turned off the light and was going to head up to bed.

"Pooja." She heard Kabir yell out from the den.

Pooja turned and headed toward the den. She walked in and Kabir was sitting on the couch with his feet propped on the coffee table.

"Come here." Kabir said.

Pooja went over and sat beside him nervously wondering what he wanted.

"I figured now would be a good time for our talk." Kabir said.

In truth Kabir was as nervous as she was. Having sex was one thing. Trying to talk about it was quite another. Pooja was actually interested. She knew zip about sex. She had never even owned a TV, so she had never been exposed to sex.

"So how much do you know and I guess we can go from there." Kabir said.

"Umm well not much, I mean nothing really." Pooja said gazing at his tats. He didn't have a shirt own and Pooja was now close enough to really get a good look at them.

"Okay, well, I'm sure ya know when a man and woman are attracted to each other they kiss and touch each other, right?" Kabir said.

Pooja just stared at him intently, listening.

"Okay, well when they get to a certain point, the man is hard by then. Do ya know what I mean?" Kabir asked.

Pooja nodded her forehead scrunched up in concentration. Kabir almost laughed at his predicament, having to tell the birds and bees to his new wife.

"Well then if the woman is excited too, she gets wet and he slides his penis in her and well they both get a lot of pleasure from it." Kabir finished.

Pooja was looking very perplexed.

"May be I didn't explain that too good." Kabir said.

"I understand what you mean; it just sounds like a strange way to get pleasure." Pooja said.

"I know it may sound kind of strange but believe me it feels real good." Kabir said gazing in her eyes.

"Now why don't you get to bed and get some sleep. I'm not sleepy yet. You've had a long day." Kabir said.

Pooja looked at him. Strange thing was she wanted him to come up with her. She wanted him to touch her. She didn't know why, but she wanted to be his wife in every sense of the word. She was shocked her self, but all her fear was gone and she was eager to find out about this 'pleasure' first hand.

"I'm not sleepy." Pooja said quietly.

Kabir looked at her hard. He wondered if he was reading her signals wrong. He knew Pooja was far to shy to come out and ask him to take her to bed, but damn the way she gazing at him was making him wonder.

"Do you want me to come up with ya?" Kabir asked looking in her eyes.

"Yes." Pooja said blushing.

Kabir switched off the TV and stood up and pulled Pooja up. He took her hand and they headed upstairs.