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Abhinandan POV

"How? Are you married? And you did not tell me?" I asked, and he sighed deeply before looking away.

"How can you be so..." he looked back at me for a moment and then finished slowly. "Different," I clenched my jaw. I would have punched him if he had said anything wrong to me.

"I am not married, but I am experienced," he said, and my eyes widened with shock.

"Without marriage?" I asked, stepping closer to him. He nodded and lowered his gaze.

"So, you know what woman likes?" I asked further, and he nodded slightly calculatedly.

"A little," he said, and I licked my lips a little. He seemed knowledgeable.

"So, what do you know?" I asked, and we both came closer to each other so that no one listened to what we were talking about.

"Well, the woman enjoys being with a man she loves. So, the first thing that she needs is to love you," he said, and I looked at him.

"But she takes me as a friend. How do I make her love me?" I asked, and he clicked his tongue with frustration.

"What if she already loves you?" he asked, and I chuckled.

"That is next to impossible. If she were, I would have known," I said, and he sighed.

"Women are not that easy. You see, even if they have something in their hearts, they will keep it covered until and unless they feel comfortable sharing it," he said, and I looked at him in confusion.

"So, you think she is not comfortable with me yet?" I asked, and he nodded slightly.

"Maybe," he said, suddenly stopping to walk and look into my eyes. "Does she laugh in front of you?" he asked, and I nodded. "A little, but yes, if she wants, she does," I stated, and he nodded. "Does she raise her voice in front of you?" he asked, and I nodded. "Of course, when she is angry, one must stay away; either she would be too friendly that her words would make you bleed, or she would be too silent that the silence would kill you," I explained, and he nodded.

"And does she feel too much shy around you?" he asked, and I laughed.

"Shy? I have never seen shy," I said, and he nodded.

"Okay, so she seems quite comfortable with you. There must be something else between you two," he said, and I nodded.

"I feel it, too," I agreed.

"Do you two talk?" he asked all of a sudden, and I knit my brows.

"Of course, what a stupid question?" I asked, and he nodded.

"Does she fight with you?" he asked, and I nodded.

"Yes, she does. She talks to me, fights with me, taunts me, teases me, cares about me, and does everything," I clarified, and he knit his brows.

"So, does she stop you from going closer to her? Like, showing love," he asked, and I knit my brows.

"Closer?" I asked.

"I mean, hugging her, kissing her hands, cheeks, and neck, like when she looks beautiful, and you just tell her that she looks beautiful by giving her kisses or telling her," he explained, and I looked away for a moment.

"She does not, but I feel she shrinks when I try to. And," I did not know if I should tell him what happened last night. The way she cried, I did see the tears.

"And?" he asked, and I gulped, lowering my gaze.

"I think she gets uncomfortable," I said, and he placed his hand on my shoulder.

"She told you?" he asked, and I looked up.

"What if she feels shy or scared of telling me?" I asked.

"Why would she feel shy or scared of you?" he asked, "You said she is comfortable with you," he said, and I nodded.

"It's complicated," I said. And he nodded, too.

"Yes, it's the most complicated relationship I have heard about in my whole life. I bet my love story will be fantastic and easy, and I will love my wife," he said, and I knit my brows.

"How will you love your wife?" I asked, and he looked up with slight knit brows and a small smile.

"By doing everything she will like," he said, and I gulped, feeling slightly nervous before putting my mind into words.

"There must be something you have thought," I said, and he nodded.

"Yes," he muttered and looked up at me. "Oh, there is a neem tree," he said, looking behind me, and I turned around, too.

"Wait, let me get one," I said and walked towards the tree.

I extended my arm up to break a thin and strong stick.

"Let's go by the river," I suggested, and he nodded.

"I was going there too. Thinking of swimming a little," he said, and I nodded.

"That will be refreshing. Also, It's been days since I swam," I said, and we continued walking again. The stick needed to be washed before I would use it.

"So, how will you love your wife?" I asked, bringing our conversation back on track.

"Um, I will tell her all the secrets about me. I will tell her, and if she chooses to be with me, I will know she is the one. Then, I kiss her cheek first thing in the morning, have lunch with her, ask how her day went, and then make love to her every night. I will spare those when she will be tired," he said, and I knit my brows.

"Do you not think that she will get pregnant if you will... make... love to her every night?" I managed to ask, but he chuckled and shook his head.

"No, you can always pull out before spilling. You know, the thing is what makes babies," he said, and I nodded.

This did not make sense to me.

"Well, if you pull out, how do you make love?" I asked with a soft chuckle, and he looked up at me.

"By doing everything except making her pregnant," he said, and I knit my brows.

"What is everything?" I froze in my steps to ask, and he looked away momentarily.

"You have not read or seen lovemaking?" he asked, and I knit my brows.

"What is there to be seen?" I laughed. "I mean, how can you watch two people like that?" I asked further, and he licked his lip and muttered.

"So much, Abhinandan," he said, and my smile vanished.

"Come," he said, and I gulped silently.

We reached the River's beach, and I saw him taking his kurta off. I walked to the river and washed the stick before I began to rub my teeth with it.

He came and sat beside me on a stone, sinking the sunlight in his body.

"Abhinandan, when you make love," he said in a slow voice, and I looked up at his face. "You begin by finding your partner attractive, and the intention of touching, kissing, and seeing her react to your touches blooms in you. You get closer, and if she feels comfortable, you touch her body wherever you want and wherever she wants you to," he said, and I coughed.

"Wherever?" I asked. Why would someone want anyone to touch them everywhere?" This did not feel right.

"Well, this intimacy. Two people reveal themselves before each other in terms of emotions, weaknesses, struggles and everything they would want to. And, then, a desire builds in you, and you can feel it as your manhood reacts to it. You... get hard, and then you know..."

"Yes," I cut him off. "You spill the thing inside her," I said, proving to him that I knew, and he shook his head.

"No, not so soon," he said, and my eyes widened a little.

"What?" I asked.

He nodded.

"Just enjoy there, connected, deep and enjoy how she reacts to it, the pleasure, the mild pain, the beauty of it," he said, and I gulped with discomfort. It irked me.

"Would not it hurt her?" I asked, and he nodded a little.

"Yes, but you have to see if she is comfortable with that pain. It only stays for a few initial times and then only for a few moments until she adjusts to your size. Do you understand?" he asked, and I nodded. However, the picture was not clear.

"Then?" I asked.

"Then, you move yourself back and forth as she likes. I mean, if she wants you to move slow or fast," he said, and I looked away.

"What the hell? Who the hell does that?" I asked, and he clenched his jaw.

"Everyone who reproduces," he said, and I looked back at him.

"That is the enjoyable part, along with whatever happens before," he said, and I lowered my gaze.

"And, then you spill in her?" I asked, and he nodded.

"Yes, it's like jerking," he explained, and I nodded.

"Crazy," I said and looked away.

I could not believe it. Having a baby could not be that difficult. How could every couple have a baby after marriage and be doing this?

She would die out of pain.

A hard manhood shaking inside is no joke.

Crazy.

Impossible.

Bad.

Bad.

Bad.

Interesting.

"Are you sure women enjoy that?" I immediately asked, turning to look at him, and he nodded.

"Yes, but I told you that it should not be forced physically or emotionally. She will let you do everything if she loves you, is comfortable with you, and wants to," he said, and I nodded.

"How long does it take to do all of this?" I asked, and he looked at me with a soft click of his tongue.

"Depend on the couple. I mean, you can jerk off in a few moments, and you can stand up to the whole night," he said, and I nodded.

"The quicker will be better," I said, and he smiled a little.

"Just ask your wife," he said, and I knit my brows with confusion.

She knew it. And she never told me about it.

Oh, she told me that she did not know much.

"Agastya, what do you do when it hurts?" I asked, remembering, and he licked his lip.

"Just stop and see if she is okay and wants you to move forward or pull back, and if she is okay, then go as deep as she wants you to," he said, and I gulped.

"And, woman, tell you everything?" I asked, and he nodded.

"She should. I believe women should be the ones leading lovemaking. Because you see, it's delicate as your emotions, feelings and physique are involved. It should be love making nothing else. I mean, the love should be there," he said, and I nodded.

"What if love is not there?" I asked, wondering what happened between Trisha and me that day. We did not tell each other about love, and she cried out. Did I force myself on her?

"Then it's the most saddening relationship two could have," he said. I did not know, but I could feel pain in his voice.

"You have had sex with a woman before marriage?" I asked, and he inhaled deeply and nodded slightly, lowering his gaze.

I immediately looked away as I felt something happen in my heart. I could never imagine myself in such a situation.

But he must have some reasons.

I looked back at him and smiled while placing my hand on his shoulder.

"Your secret is safe with me," I said, and he laughed a little.

"Do not tell anyone, or I will kill you," he said, and I laughed.

"Of course," I said. Suddenly, he jumped into the river, and I laughed, putting the stick back into my mouth to clean my teeth.

I watched the men and little children enjoying themselves. It was the men's ghat, and I wondered if Trisha would be feeling not able to swim.

A slight smile came to my lips, along with a thought too. I finished cleaning my mouth and stood up on the big stone before taking my kurta off. The sunlight fell all over me, and I jumped into the river, too.

I dived as deep as the river would allow me. The cold water took all of my heat and awkwardness away. I drove to the water level and pushed my hair back.

I could not help but remember what happened last night. Her lips tasted as sweet as honey. They tasted of jaggery. The image of her small waist and back was making me feel something different.

Until last night, thinking of her like that made me feel awkward and nervous, but I just realised it was natural.

She was my wife.

And she did not push me away.

She did not ask me to stop last night.

A smile appeared on my face.

She was hiding something from me. She was not telling me everything she was feeling.

And I would know it.

I drowned in the river and swam for a while before walking out and finding Agastya waiting for me.

"Let's head back home. The lunch would be ready," he said, and I nodded, walking out too.

"Waoh! Good body," he said, and I could not help but chuckle.

"Shut up," I said, and suddenly a question came to my mind.

But considering how awkward it would be to even speak of it, I pushed it away. Let me find out.

"Do you want a tip?" Agastya suddenly asked as we began to walk back to the cottage, and I nodded.

"I would not mind," I said, and I saw him coming closer and whispering in my ear.

"I know a man, and he told me that some women really like being sucked," he said, and my brows knit in a line with confusion.

"Sucked?" I questioned, and he sighed deeply.

"Between their legs," he said, and I immediately pushed him away.

"Are you mad?" I asked him, and he chuckled.

"You speak nonsense," I said and laughed too.

"What?" he laughed louder. "I have only heard,"

"Have you tried that?" I asked, and he shook his head. "Will experiment with my wife," he said, and I lowered my gaze.

"You know a lot," I said, and he looked at me. "Trust me, you are the luckiest one here," he said, and I gulped, lowering my gaze down.

I was not the lucky one.

I did not know what to do with my life and what I really wanted.

The rest of the walk involved some teasing and laughter. My kurta soaked into my wet skin, and when we reached the cottage, I found Trisha almost done with lunch. She was cleaning the stove.

"Where did you two go?" she asked as we stepped closer. Agastya smiled, sitting on the cot in the yard.

"Nowhere, didi, just to take a dive in the river," he said, and Trisha smiled.

"Alright, get ready. The lunch is ready, so bring Pitaji too," she said. I noticed Agastya walking away from there. He behaved that we did not talk about anything at all.

I cleared my throat a little, and suddenly, a sneeze came.

"Tsk, Tsk, who told you to swim in this season?" she asked, standing up. I noticed her hands ruined in the mud and chaff mixture. She was coating the stove.

"No one stopped me either," I said, and she looked at me all of a sudden after washing her hand with the water in a corner.

"Oh, you did not tell me you were going by the river," she said, and I nodded.

I did not know, but whatever I just learned was making me feel different in so many ways.

I walked forward and silently went inside the cottage to change. As I pulled the kurta off through my neck, I noticed her walking in.

"Abhi," she called, and I turned to look at her.

"Hn?" I asked and found her biting her lower lip a little before she asked.

"Can we stay here for one more night? Pitaji is still not talking to me, and I do not feel like leaving before I talk to him and apologise," she said. I looked away for a moment and then nodded.

"Of course. I will write to Maasa," I said, and she smiled.

"Thank you," she muttered and turned around to leave. My heartbeats slowed, and before she could walk out, I grabbed her hand and pulled her back.

"Abhi!" her eyes widened with shock.

And I immediately closed the door.

"What are you doing?" I asked, and I noticed how her face turned flushed all of a sudden.

"Whatever a couple does," I managed to say and her eyes looked into mine with shock.

"Are you out of your mind?" she asked in a whisper and placed he palms on my chest to push me away. "At this time?" she further questioned and I pushed her hand behind her and she inhaled deeply.

"Are you saying no?" I asked, and she gulped, looking into my eyes.

"Abhi, Agastya and Pitaji will be back. Leave me," she struggled to push me away and a slight smile appeared on my face. She did not say 'No'.

She pulled her face back a little when I leaned in closer. Her eyes stared into mine and blinked silently.

"You look beautiful," I muttered while pecking her cheek very quickly.

She immediately pushed me away and sighed. "And, you look like an idiot," she muttered and my face fell.

"Why so rude?" I asked, and lowered my gaze. "I am trying, Trisha, to love you," I said, and she stopped in her walking step and turned back to look at me.

Our gaze met and suddenly she stepped closer to me, cupped my cheek, lifted herself up and pecked my lips. "This is not the time, Abhi, get ready," she muttered and a smile appeared on my face.

"So, its not a no, right?" I asked, and she just turned around and walked out very quickly without answering.

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