Sunday, 18 December 2016

My Punishment and Glossary


Today is a normal saree with Pallu covered head day. As a convention I selected a dark pink net Saree having broad red border. I also selected two pink frilly petticoats. I love the privilege of this saree selection. When I was a boy I used to have a choice of only two jeans and few T-shirts to wear. Now I have 200 Sarees and plenty of matching petticoats. Most of the Sarees I have in my cupboard are actually gifted by my Mother-in-law, She wore them once or twice and gave to me her Bahu.

I wore the Saree properly over two petticoats, kept my long braid on back and covered my head with long Pallu of my Saree. Pink Saree & cold cotton petticoats caused me a huge erection. I then proceeded towards kitchen and my usual duties of daughter-in-law. Walking with erect cock is fun, but thoughts of lost independence and my old MANLY days haunt me. I have a HUSBAND now to control my male egos, a boy has a husband and mother-in-law, to mold his behavior…

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I picked the tray of Tea and Snacks from kitchen and carried it to the dinning table. I served tea and snacks to my husband and in-laws, Rekhaji my mother-in-law opened my blog on her iPad and started reading it. She also read the comments. I was standing there obediently waiting to be released, my face was not completely covered with ghunghat but it was pulled till my eyebrows, as it is not needed to keep ghungat on daily basis. I saw her face changing, she asked my husband to join, both discussed and summonsed me. Sensing the seriousness in her voice, I promptly pulled the ghunghat over my face and stood before them with my head bowed and eyes on floor, my hands full of bangles held neatly at front in most submissive manner.
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"Shilpabindani!! " my sasuji called me with her husky and heated voice
I missed my heart beat, I bent a more in my waist to express my obedience.
"Do you think the readers understand what you write? You use many Hindi words in your posts. How will non Hindi readers will understand it? Do you have an explanation? " asked Rekhaji
I immediately realized my mistake, I  pulled my ghunghat more bent over to touch feet of my sasuji


"I am sorry, I accept my mistake, hukum"
“Do you agree that you have made a mistake?”
“Ji Hukum ! I your Bahurani made a mistake”
"Correct the mistake immediately, stand bent over here as a punishment and add a new post explaining meaning of each word...Kiranji don't allow your wife to leave this punishment position till then"
Immediately a laptop was set on floor and I was ordered to type this special post, I will continue the wedding story from next post, but till then all the cross dressing men, boys, bahus, bhabhis, brides please read and understand meaning of each word... This will help you also in future if you decide to become a cross dresser wife like me.
I am standing bent over with my face covered in ghunghat, I am typing on laptop making lot of sound of my bangles, my back and legs are aching. My husband is sitting on a chair besides me with his lath in hand, whenever he thinks I am going slow he is using it to strike on my butt, a lovely sensation passing through my body.
Bindani:
Bindani is a word, originated from hindi. In a dialect its pronounced as Bee-nd-ni. Bindani (Bee-nd-ni) means housewife. In day to day talks bindani (bee-nd-ni) is used by elders to address daughter-in-law and newly wedded woman in family.
Say bindani and picture gets potrayed of a lovely young woman wearing colorful Saree or Ghaghara-Choli lot of jewellery and face covered with Ghunghat.
I am addressed by all the elders as ShilpaBindani
 
Bahu or Bahurani:
It is similar to Bindani, Daughter-in-law addressed by her elder in-laws
I am addressed by my Sasuji as ShilpaBahu, Bahurani or just Bahu
Sas or Sasuma or Sasuji
Mother-in-law especially Husband's mother, addressed by daughter in law.
In my case, Rekhaji is Sasuji, whom I must respect same as my husband Kiran. Rakhaji and Kiran have ultimate authority on me.
I am expected to cover my face with ghungat and obediently stand before her to accept the orders.

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Bhabhi:
Brother's wife, I am now Bhabhi of two cute girls, sisters of my husband Kiran.
Whenever Sonali and Aditi addresses me ShilpaBhabhi, my male ego gets hurt.
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Patidev or Patiparameshwar:
Husband is addresses by wife, Kiran is now my Patidev, he is a god to me, it is pity that I have borne as a man and I should have become Patidev of some cute girl but now the story is different..my lifetime responsibility is  to obey and serve my husband



Nanad:
Husband's sisters, it is my bad luck that I have two sweet looking Nanads, who expect me as their Bhabhi to serve and obey them.





Jethji:
Husband's elder brother
Jethani:
Husband's elder brother's wife
Sasural:
Husband's home, my sasural is a prison for me now, I am not allowed to step outside the compound walls alone.

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Ghungat:
It is the end of Saree, by which I am required to cover my face as and when required. It is difficult for a man like me to remain veiled in ghungat but as bindani I am expected to spend most the time in ghungat.

 

Nathani or Nosering:
A heavy gold big nose ring is always attached to left nostril and equally heavy chain is attached from it left ear. Nose becomes heavy and the chain keeps brushing on chicks. Nose ring puts lot of restrictions on speaking and eating

 


Payal or Pajeb:
Heavy silver anklets attached with tiny bells, Bindani must wear the payal always. My payal also make lot of lovely sound



Bangles:
Made of gold, silver or glass. Married woman like me is required to wear dozens of bangles in both the wrists



Braid or Choti:
Long thick hair tied in a single braid. My sasuji also has long braid, I too have to manage my knee length braid.
Whenever a mistake happens by me, my choti is the first thing grabbed by my husband or sasuji, to pull and jerk it, to teach me a lesson




Lath or Lathi:
A 4 feet long piece of bamboo stick, oiled and polished. A handy tool used by my husband to keep me under control. He spanks my saree clad bottom whenever he thinks I made a mistake.

 


Done !!! my cock is straining my petticoats…ahhhh… ahhh…….  Smack smack
My husband is smaking by bottom…oh.. the bullet is fired…. my INSTRUMENT has sprayed the load on my petticoats from inside. Ahhhh this is the massive orgasm I have received in last few days…..
My husband has noticed my mischief
“Shilpa !! I know what have you done … It is a time for Bahu Corner punishment now….”
To cum without permission is a big mistake and now I will have to stand in the Bahu Corner for entire day..keeping my hands on back… I will describe that punishment very soon.. in my next blog….

 

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Saturday, 10 December 2016

My Wedding Ceremony - 2


Then, came the part had been dreading. The preacher asked me to bend over and touch feet of my groom and follow his sentences as ritual.

 

I slowly started bending over and realized that my huge petticoats and gown were covering Kiran’s shoes, so moved back little but then his shoes were far away from my hands. It was going to be very tough, so I decided to stand straight and decide on strategy, as soon as I started stretching up, priest warned me to stand but keep bent over, “Unless and until the vows are not complete, bride is not allowed to stand straight” he said, I heard all the hall burst into laughter, Sonali, Aditi, Piyu and Kiran also were enjoying my uneasiness.

 


 

Piyu then advised me to clutch the petticoats and gown in legs and try tying the shoe laces. I did it with embarrassment and shame. My cock was almost an 8” long. I was bent down at Kiran ’s feet for almost 30 minutes then priest asked me continue to stand bent over touching Kiran’s shoes. They were heavy leather shoes.

 

My face felt hot with embarrassment.  I then followed preacher’s lines “I accept you Kiranji to be my wedded husband. I promise to be faithful to you, to give and to receive, to care and console, to inspire and respond. I will serve you when we are together. I hereby offer Kiran the submission of my person and myself into Kiran guidance. Through my acceptance him as my husband, I willingly expect to be trained, guided as necessary for lifetime. I agree that during our marriage life I will be under the complete control of Kiran . I as a wife I will practice the virtues of loyalty, obedience and respect. I accept that this wedding will bind me as a wife to Mr. Kiran and is dedicated to the accomplishment of its goals.”

 

I wanted to run like hell. I am not entirely sure I can go through with this. Actually being ... MAN, it's a terrifying thought! Making that kind of commitment, spending the rest of my life as a wife of this person, being completely and totally subordinate to him.

 

“Do you, Kiran take this woman Shilpa in Bridal gown and veil, to be your lawful wedded wife, to have and to hold in sickness and in health?"

 

My heart was beating at an unbelievable pace. My face felt a rush of blood. My tongue barely moved as Kiran  said, “I, Do" My cock always responded in a most positive manner to this form of stimulation, growing to its fullest.

 

I was shivering and had to balance my bent over position in my heavy gown. I was grinning with most of my front teeth on display, as groom looked me over past my veil. Now I was his wife in the veil & bridal gown.

 

I looked at Piyu.  She was smiling, her hands up to her face as if she couldn't believe I had really gone through with it.  Well, I had a husband now. I was going to live out my life as a wife. And serve my husband, as a wife should be.

 

I did remember though, having to look at my new husband, and to make a vow to honor him, to serve him, and to obey him. When I vowed to obey him, a strange little glint came into his eye, for just the briefest moment. But, I had seen it. Then he took my hand and asked me to stand straight he then placed the wedding ring on my figure. My hands were trembling at that time. I was now a married woman. My maleness was hard as a rock. As ritual Sonali & Aditi produced a handcuff and locked my right hand with Kiran’s left hand together.

 


I heard the priest say those magic words: "By the power that is vested in me, by the territory in which we live, I now pronounce you to be a husband and wife.”

 

It was official. I was now handcuffed to my husband.  I was a woman, a married woman now! I was a WIFE NOW! I got a shiver of embarrassment.

 

Clearly, the innocence my white gown pretended is a farce in the light of my humiliation and subjugation.  "My husband" I whispered to myself. I was almost embarrassed by saying it, but no one heard me in the excitement of people clapping and the organ music. The photographs showed me smiling radiantly as I walked into the enslavement of Kiran. My head down with shame everyone was celebrating my new status as Mrs. Kiran  Sareewala.

 

I was a married woman ready to take her place in society.

I was a married woman ready to submit to her husband’s conjugal desires.

I was a married woman ready to start a new home with my new husband.

I was a married woman to wear sarees and serve in-laws.

 

Whatever it was it was too late to have cold feet now, I was committing myself to spend the rest of my life as a wife, a Bahu in fact. Then a second thought came into my head and I am going to enjoy every minute of it.

 


Then I endured the long greeting line. All the ladies laughed at me and congratulated me on getting one of the best husbands in the county. Everyone who attended the reception was thrilled and happy for us when they came through the reception line. I was still in heaven and Kiran  and I considered each other married to one another. I was now Shilpa Kiran  Sareewala. Mrs. Shilpa Sareewala. I was a married woman and wanted to remain so the rest of my life. I felt so protected by this strong, handsome man who is now my husband!

 

I sensed all eyes upon me as walked carefully with my bouquet in one hand and the other, held by a tall, handsome gentleman. No doubt, we made a nice looking couple. While we walked I glanced around the entire room. It almost made one feel like a queen and king looking over their subjects. Oh the worst part was I was the queen a man dressed as a queen!

 

I found that I could quite enjoy the experience of so prettily swirling in my gorgeous gown while making walking with my husband. I was swirling around in my huge petticoats & gown with my fully erect cock; as he spun me around, my bridal gown flew high, showing of my frilly cotton petticoats. I was enjoying my new status as a wife. He was my Prince Charming and I was completely lost, totally mesmerized by the passion that invaded my young and excited body. It was wonderful to be treated like a real woman.

 

I of course smiled and kept trying to move closer to Kiran , to make it look like all I wanted to do was for him to get me away from there. The ceremony went on for what seemed like hours, and I did not know about the other brides, but standing in one place for 3 hours in a huge bridal gown was not that easy. My feet were KILLING me, I started to shift back and forth as the pain started to run up and down my spine, standing still in uncomfortable clothes was difficult my feet and thighs were aching! Kiran was sitting on the chair to take a rest, but as a bride I was not allowed to sit.

 

I very quickly, too quickly for my own comfort, got used to feeling of my husband’s presence besides me, and his power on mine, and raising my face to look at his face like an obeying bride was a loving embarrass. I was feeling no pain, and enjoying every second of being the bride, the most honored person at a wedding. What a feeling was that now I was a wife I have a husband too. Now I was under total control of my husband Kiran . Kiran was meeting various people and I was following him like most obedient wife. I felt myself surrendering to my husband. I was convinced that I had truly become a fulfilled wife at this very moment.  I was content. I was confident. And, I was ready for my Wedding night. I wanted desperately to serve Kiran as my husband, and have his control over me.

 

Each step I was following him was requiring lot of efforts! Thanks to my voluminous petticoats and heavy bridal gown.

 

Finally Piyu said, “Come on, newlyweds, let's cut the cake and open the presents."

 

As we approached the top of the great staircase the hubbub of talking below got louder. Piyu went on ahead to warn the guests and then we stepped on to the landing and began our slow and stately descent, Kiran  in her beautiful black suit and me in the loveliest bridal gown. The guests below burst into spontaneous applause as I set foot on the first step. It was hard, beneath that mass of frill of my petticoats, for my foot to find the stair. I made sure that it was secure before I moved my weight on to it and then began the descent with Kiran  at my side. Whether he would have been much help had.

 

I stumbled I do not know but he was not tested. I put a dainty toe on to the next step and the gown followed, swishing against the carpet and caressing my thighs beneath there.

 
 
 
 
 
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The gown, my petticoat, the occasion all made moving like a female easier for me. Cameras flashed and there was an admiring murmur coming up to greet me. My cock spent an awful lot of time fully erect. The official photographer asked the crowd to move away and sent us back up the stairs to make our descent again for her benefit. Going back up the stairs was more difficult than descending as my gown kept getting caught beneath my sandals and I had to lift the gown and all its petticoats while letting my long hair slip down over my lower arms. It was a wonderful experience. The photographer sent Piyu up to tidy up my petticoats and then I made the descent again, this time for her alone. I had to make several descents because she wanted pictures of me alone as well as with Kiran but I did not mind being the center of attention. My lovely gown with its lacy bodice gave me such pleasure. I knew I was a stunningly beautiful bride. I was enjoying the Bridal Gown!

 

Any movement that I made, any squirming, rewarded me with a higher plateau of arousal as the cotton of my petticoats caressed my erect cock.

 

I was Mrs. Shilpa Sareewala! Wow! The change in my life was just starting to hit me. I had been single, now after the “I do's" I was a responsible woman, a wife and of course a Bahu of big Khandan.

 

I have become a wife! That was happened in such a short time! No wonder I was so tense and excited! Then we walked hand in hand to the front door, he in his tux and me in my white wedding gown, Kiran headed to the car and I gathered up the petticoats of my Gown on the arm of my husband taking care of my huge bridal gown. Everyone outside the hall stopped to stare at the two newlyweds. They couldn't quite figure out why the groom looked like a woman in a man's tuxedo. I was floating on a cloud of euphoria.  I HAD A HUSBAND NOW!! Limousine pulled out from a parking spot and stopped in front of us. The back window had "JUST MARRIED" written on it. While sitting in the car I wrestled with the big cotton petticoats, trying to fit the dress into the seat with me! It looked like I had a two-foot high pile of satin and cotton on my lap


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My Wedding Ceremony - 1


How could all of this be happening? I thought back to when I was a young boy for last 23 years. I would never have thought that someday I would be marring somebody in a Wedding Gown as a bride!
 

All the while trembling and whispering softly, "Please don't do this to me, please! I don't want to be a bride; I don't want to marry a man. I'm a boy! I'm not a girl!" Piyu  Not seeming to hear or pay any attention, "I don't want to be married to a man. I don't want to be the bride! Please don't make me be someone's wife; I'm a guy, not a girl!"
 
 
 

My legs started to shake and at that moment the organ struck up the wedding march again. "Here comes the Bride!" rang out through the hall and I took my friend Piyu’s arm once more. It is hard to describe the intensity of my feelings. I had fallen so easily into this role that I truly felt as if I was a bride being walked down the aisle by my best man. My legs and hands were trembling.
 

I began to panic inside…was it too late to run? I looked out through my tightly woven veil at the audience and saw all the people who had gathered to see the wedding. All I could do was stand here and think about what was happening to me.
 

"Here your dream comes true Rahul ! The actual wedding ceremony, a reception and…..your wedding night! You will be marrying a MAN, you know." Added Piyu

 
"Tonight you will have to have a WEDDING NIGHT as a cute Bride. It's what women do when they get married.  You will  fully realize what a girl experiences when she becomes a wife."
 

"So, you expect me to do whatever is expected of a bride? I'll have to server him glass of milk then touch his feet?” I asked her in disbelief.
 


“Yes Rahul Yes” Said Piyu
 

Piyu once again whispered in my ear, "One final note, Shilpa!!! Just because you’re a MAN and going to be married WOMAN, that doesn’t mean you can let down on any of the rules. It won’t be allowed, because you are going to become a Bahu for them. Your husband is the prince of this royal family. They expect their daughter-in-law to be equally cultured and respect the old values”
 

Piyu again whispered to me; "Imagine Rahul, this was your real wedding, the vows you make today will be the most public sign that you would always have to wear Sarees. After today you would have never be able to wear trousers again. But as I said earlier tomorrow afternoon you will become a man again..a free MAN.."

 
My one mind was not happy with this. It wanted me to remain a woman and Daughter-in-law for life time
 

She laughed again with her big smile. “Imagine it was your real wedding, So because you’ll constantly be striving to be the best wife your husband could want & a best Bahu your in-laws could want. For instance, you’ll never let your elder in-laws see your face because you will always keep your face covered with Ghunghat. Of course your life will be full of housework, cleaning, washing and all kinds of other things you’ll be doing there to serve your in-laws, always remember that you must keep Ghunghat”
 

My bridesmaid Alvira  processed in, smiling brightly, moving elegantly down the aisle to the altar. The hall was enormous, and the trip took some time. The guests watched politely, but what they really wanted to see was the bride. Finally, the  bridesmaid took her place.
 

Grumbling under my breath, I gave in, taking Piyu's arm with one hand, while using the other to lift my huge bridal gown just enough so as not to trip over the draping garment, but  enough to reveal my rustling petticoats. As Alvira neared the top of the stairs, I became nervous. .
 

"Hold on tight, we must now walk to the altar" Piyu whispered under my breath.
 

I stiffened, apparently having also realized that the staircase was going to be the make or break obstacle of their getaway.

 

"You can do this, Shilpa," Piyu whispered for my support.

 
"Just take it one step at a time, and don't be in a hurry”
 

I heard Piyu inhale deeply. "Ready?" Piyu whispered.
 

"Let's do it," came the whispered reply from me
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A few steps from the floor, I dared a look around past my veil. To my horror, I realized that my descent had become the center of attention.
 

The music stopped, and silence fell. Everyone got to his or her feet. When I entered the hall, they all collectively gasped. Surely, there had never been a more exquisite bride. There was a rustling sound of my huge petticoats and gown. Everyone in the hall turned to look at me. I was aware of a communal intake of breath as inquisitiveness changed to admiration and disbelief. The day was beautiful with sunlight streaming through the stained glass windows of the hall as I began my stately progress up the aisle.
 

I could feel every eye in the hall on me and me alone. Oh I could never hope for such a moment again if I lived forever! I wished the walk down that aisle would never end! And yet, on the other hand, I don’t know what was waiting for me there. I was striving to see Kiran through my veil. My veil was a thick white that covered my face completely. There would be no turning back now. 
 

I knew that I could not turn back and run, and we slowly started down the aisle, I was on autopilot. What was I am going to do?

  

My gown was so full that there was barely room for Piyu and me to walk side by side. To walk in the heavy swishing bridal gown with their numerous petticoats caused a lot of quite pleasurable sensations in me. It was an unforgettable moment as I made my way up the altar. I kept my eyes in front down through my tightly woven veil and took very short steps in my huge petticoats and gown.


 

I was aware of a figure on the stage dressed in a black suit. I nearly fainted when I saw Kiran in front of me. He was now donning a handlebar thick mustache. Quite nice looking and he was going to be my husband for next 24 hours. And to kill me almost my two future sister-in-laws Sonali & Aditi were also standing beside my groom Kiran. Both the girls were wearing lovely dresses and were trying to judge me… their Bhabhi….As per the ritual, My Mother-in-law Rekhaji was not allowed to attend the wedding.

 

Why had Piyu gotten me into this? Did he know who or what I was? My cock started growing against my cotton petticoats and I am embarrassed to realize that there's nothing I can do to hide my erection, I could feel the eyes of the rest of the hall staring at the back of me and could not help but feel nervous.

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I had left my male persona at the door. I was now a woman going to stand before her groom, relatives and other loved ones ready to pledge my commitment to my man. So this is what it felt like. Mmm…..!

 

I was too scared to actually pay any attention to what was going on. I desperately hoped no one would guess what was really under my gown. My cock was straight and was rubbing on petticoat. I was shivering with shame. I had a sinking feeling in my stomach. My legs were starting to get weak.

 

Piyu led me up to groom’s side, and leaned down to whisper in my ear “Eager to become a wife Shilpa? Just be a good Bride, Shilpa you're lucky to have a husband like this. After tonight, you'll most likely want to kiss the ground. You must take care to savor every moment. Store away the memories of this day. In the future, they will help you get through the more onerous duties a wife is always burdened with"

 

I noticed that Kiran’s shoe laces were not tied but dangling loosely. Piyu immediately told me that as a ritual new bride is required to bend over and tie the groom’s laces as a part of the wedding vows.

 

I not only was nervous but apparently very excited too because my cock was straining hard against the front of my bridal gown. I stood there helplessly as my cock grew like never before causing my gown to push from inside, the material was being pushed out. I had my own agenda. I was so eager to experience life as a married woman. My stomach lurched at the thought of being bride because my shame was to be witnessed by a crowd of stranger. I was standing onto the dais as a truly blushing bride, totally humiliated and close to collapse at the thought of the ordeal now only minutes away now that I was able to be pretty and sensual. The feel of my petticoats swishing against my legs and of my huge, heavy gown, with the veil, moving with my head was an experience I would never forget. I felt myself begin to blush.


 

I looked at the priest through my veil and then looked at my groom. My groom gave me a ravenous look, and my cheeks turned pink with fear. I smiled shyly back and blushed with embarrassment. I felt my knees go weak. Looking into my groom's eyes I felt my heart skip a beat. He was so cute and strong and forceful. I felt smaller, weaker, and helpless... and it was a real turn-on. My erect cock was lifting my petticoats.  I felt obligated to do something. I was, after all, his future wife. I moaned and writhed passionately now, my maleness stripped away.

My body, trembling with excitement at the thought of being a wife of somebody for life, it sent my blood rushing uncontrollably to my midsection. I turned to face the young man I had seen before. He had dark short hair, and was wearing a tuxedo. Just like I had thought I would be wearing. But here I was, wearing a wedding gown, and being told that I was going to a Bahu of a big Khandan. I could clearly see his face now. I could feel the blood rushing through my body as I stared at his feet.  I could feel my legs starting to tremble and that butterfly feeling deep at the bottom of my stomach begins to start fluttering. Then I felt a burning sensation begin to start spreading on my cheeks and I quickly looked away. I bet he was laughing at me inside his head.

 

The priest began the ceremony.

 

This was the moment-- This made it all worthwhile--all the hard work and the sacrifice, even the many humiliations--just to be standing here now, the blushing bride on her wedding day. What a lovely feeling! I was going to marry today. I was going to become a wife of somebody. After few moments I was going to lose my freedom I was going under control of my husband. To be honest, I was too scared to actually pay any attention to what was going on. My mind was focused on the thought of what I was doing here…standing in front of a crowd of people fully attired as a woman, as a bride…suddenly aware of the tactile sensations of this very feminine Bridal gown and the delightful caress of my veil.

 

My heart soared! It was going to happen; it really was going to happen. My attention was drawn back into events as I heard the priest start to speak

"Dearly beloved we are gathered here today to witness the marriage of Shilpa to Kiran ."

 

Now I stand ready to take the other ring from him. Nervous, all I heard was the priest. He said, “We are gathered here to join this man, and this woman, do you Kiran accept this woman Shilpa as your wedded wife?”




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He slowly walked over to stand in front of me. For the very first time, I was impressed with two things. I had seen Kiran earlier at my engagement, but suddenly, I was aware of his power now. I was also aware of his tall strength. Kiran was at least three inches taller than me. I blushed when he stood in front of me. I felt so weak and vulnerable. He was holding my hands and saying, "I do.” Kiran held my hand tightly as though I might try to escape his clutches but I knew that all attempts of escape were over now. I could never escape him and I would be Mrs Shilpa Sareewala until I died. Despite Kiran’s happiness, I was still struggling to come to terms with the enormity of what had happened. Kiran had taken steps that I would be his wife and not want for anything in the future. All I must do is look pretty and do all the things a young wife must do. As the bride, I was experiencing a touching and pleasurable sensation. I was shivering heavily in my veil. My face felt hot and I knew it was scarlet with embarrassment. I wanted to shrink back down into my huge Bridal gown & veil

 

He was my Prince Charming and I was completely lost, totally mesmerized by the passion that invaded my young and excited body.

 

Then, came the part had been dreading. The preacher asked me to bend over and touch feet of my groom and follow his sentences as ritual.

 

I slowly started bending over and realized that my huge petticoats and gown were covering Kiran’s shoes, so moved back little but then his shoes were far away from my hands. It was going to be very tough, so I decided to stand straight and decide on strategy, as soon as I started stretching up, priest warned me to stand but keep bent over, “Unless and until the vows are not complete, bride is not allowed to stand straight” he said, I heard all the hall burst into laughter, Sonali, Aditi, Piyu and Kiran also were enjoying my uneasiness.



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