Shankar

Yeh shadi sampan hui. Pandit ji said when I filled her hairline with sindhoor and tied the Vermillion around the neck.

I am married!!!!

I am married to the woman of my dream.

The most beautiful woman in the entire universe.

Did I tell you how gorgeous she is looking.

I don't even have words to describe her beauty.

She looks like the first sun ray that hits during the golden hour.

She looks so ethereal in the red lehenga. I doubt it's happening in real life. It must be one of many dreams I have dreamt of her.

But she never looked so real yet this unreal in any of my dream.

I pinch myself to confirm that I am actually married.

Ohh it hurts.

It's very much real life.

Heheheheh

I have so many plans. I have planned the whole night ahead. It's filled with many romantic and indescent thoughts.

Breathe Shankar!

"Yajman ab aap dono apne mata pita ka ashirwaad le lijiye. "

(The bride and the groom can take blessings from their parents.)

First I stand up then give my hand to my Yukti for help. She takes my hand and I help her get up.

Together we walk up to my parents.

My father is sitting on a wheelchair dressed in a sherwani and a pagdi on his head.

An incomprehensible noise comes out, he can't speak but I know he is very happy.

My father had always been my strength. He is my idol I have always looked up to him.

One day hopefully I can be like him- a good father and a good husband.

He might be paralyzed but when he was healthy he did everything for us.

Yukti and I bend down and touch his feet. My mother puts his hand one our head. We get up and touch my mother's feet.

"Kar li na shadi. Tere naak ke neeche se. " say teasing her.

(Just got married right under your nose.)

"Dhat pagal. "

(You crazy).

Everyone around us laughs.

A little back story after Yukti left me. I was in a little devdas mode. So one day she told me that even if Yukti comes back she would never let me marry her. I got angry and we had an argument where I told her that I will only marry Yukti whether she likes it or not.

That's why I didn't take her with me for my rishta (marriage proposal).

"Khush raho. (Always be happy.)" My mother blesses us.

Then we take Yukti's parents blessings and finally our matchmaker - my Amma.

When the time for vidai came my Yukti started crying.

I didn't like it.

Her tears are so precious.

I hated every moment of seeing her cry.

Finally we sat in the car and drove off to Randhawa Haveli that was decorated like a royalty.

Every corner of the house was lit with thousands of diya's because Yukti had once mentioned that she likes diwali because she like decorating her house with diyas.

So I had made sure her welcome was just the way she likes.

When Yukti got out and saw the lights she stood there in awe. Before I could tell her it was all for her my stupid little sister Chahat came and took her to our room for our suhagraat while I was forced to wait outside.

There is also a big problem now and I have been pondering on it for about an hour.

"Kya hua, bhaiya.?" My brother Ishaan asks.

(What happened, bhaiya?)

I open my mouth to discuss the issue then looking at his stupid face I shut it close and just shake my head.

"Shadi ki to itni excitement this aur ab tu bhabhi ji ke pass nahi ja raha? " Abhimanyu says coming to my other side.

(You were so excited about the wedding, but now you're not going to go see sister in law?")

"Are haan bade hone ke nate se mujhe tujhe 18+ gyaan dena padega? "

Abhimanyu says making Ishan chuckle.

(Oh yeah, being an elder I think it is my responsibility to give you 18+ knowledge.)

I know my friend is very experienced in the ladies department and I am not sure about my little brother since he is a chupa roustam.

Should I ask them?

I look at my friend's stupid face and shake my head. Anyways the only face I want to see is of my bride. Still my problem is not letting me face her.

I am a 6 foot 2 inches male. Heavily built with tonned muscles. I know my stamina is good as I can run for about 6 km without breaking a sweat but my only problem is that I am a virgin. In 28 year of my life I have never been sexually engaged with any female counterpart.

Not that I wanted anyways.

Since my teens I was always busy building up my empire. Then at the age of 22, I found my wife who was in the 3rd year of her college. She was the only woman I ever wanted. The moment I saw her I got addicted to her.

The more we talked the more obsessed I became with her. Even when she left me over a misunderstand. I was and still am loyal to her. I am official ruined for any other woman.

Now the big problem is what if I couldn't satisfy her or cum early or worse get rough which she might not prefer.

Oh my god! What should I do?

"Dekho balak. Ek nar aur nari. -"

(My son, there is a man and a woman. When they - )

"Abe chup saale." (Shut up, Motherfucker!!) I say irritated.

"Accha (ok) Sorry. " My friend starts laughing which further irritates me.

These guys are useless. I have to take the matter into my hands.

Remember Shankar - Be gentle.

Gathering some courage, I crack my neck, ready to go into the room.

Once I walk up to my room my sister along with her friends is outside my room.

"Mere pyare bhaiyaa!! "

(My dear big brother!!)

She exclaims and puts out her hand to ask for money.

"Kitne chahiye?"

(How much?)

"Love the confidence. Let me think. "

I pull out my wallet and take out all the cash and thrust into her hand. It must be around ten thousand.

"Bas itna sa."

(Only this much??)

Chahat says disappointed.

"Abhi ke liye itna baki baad mein le lio. "

(For now. I'll give you more later.)

"Kya Guarantee hai ki aap doge.?"

(What's the Guarantee?)

I give her my wallet and watch as collateral.

"Khush. Chal ab nikal yaha se. "

(Happy? Now get lost!)

"Are bhaiya aap toh best ho. "

(You are the best, bhaiya.)

All the girls go away.

I stare at the door for a minute, take a deep breath then enter in.

The room is decorated with rose and white jasmine glowing under the illuminating light of candles and diya.

Should I turn the lights on?

It might ruin the mood.

I walk upto the bed only to find Yukti sleeping.

Of course she must be tired due to the ceremony.

I sit on the bed looking at her sleeping form.

Memories of our past starts flooding in my head like a photographic reel.

The moment I confessed my feelings and love we shared together.