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The next morning I woke up quite early. Ahaan was still sleeping. I quietly got out of the bed and tiptoed to the bathroom to not wake him. I shut the bathroom door slowly. I looked at myself in the mirror.
I was shocked to see scratch marks and hickeys all over my body. I had expected the hickeys to sense the ferocity of Ahaan kissing me. But, the scratch marks over my back, shoulder and arms were a surprise.
I enjoyed the sexual encounter so much that I hadn’t even felt all of the little bruises. Urmi was right; Ahaan was rough. But I loved it. Just thinking about the events of last night filled me with joy.
I quickly freshened up. I opened the door softly and tiptoed out of the bathroom. I found Ahaan’s shirt from last night lying on the floor. I put it on and buttoned it to cover my private parts.
I tiptoed out of the room and went downstairs. It was empty, meaning Urmi and Rohit were still in their room. I went into the kitchen, drank some water and ate an apple. I then decided to make coffee for myself and Ahaan.
The coffee was brewing when Urmi walked into the kitchen. She said, “Good morning, Tanya,” I smiled and said, “Good morning Urmi.” She said, “slept well last night?” and winked at me. I giggled and said, “Yes. And you?” She said, “Eventually.”
The both of us laughed. Urmi then came close to me and said, “We couldn’t hear the noise from the bed last night.” I winked at her and said, “We didn’t use the bed last night.” She exclaimed, looked at the love bites near my neck and said, “My… my … my… somebody had a wild night.”
I smiled at her, winked and asked her, “How was Rohit?” She closed her eyes and said, “So good. He’s forceful yet gentle.” I nodded and said, “I know exactly what you mean.”
The coffee was ready by then. I asked her, “Do you want coffee?” She said, “Hahaha. No. You’ve made it for yourself and your new husband. Carry on. I’ll make a fresh brew for my new husband and myself.” We laughed once again, and I poured the coffee into two cups and took them upstairs.
I entered the room. Ahaan had woken up and was in the bathroom. He walked out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist a minute later. I said, “Good morning Ahaan. Coffee?” He said, “Just what I needed. You and coffee.”
He sat down on the bed. I sat next to him and handed him his cup. We both drank our coffee in silence. Ahaan broke the silence and said, “You drifted off to sleep last night during our conversation.” I gave him a sheepish look and said, “yeah.. sorry about that. I was so tired. I didn’t even realize.”
He smiled at me and said, “No problem. I hope it wasn’t because you were disappointed.” I shook my head, gulped down the coffee in my mouth and said, “are you kidding me. Last night was splendid. You didn’t think so?” He laughed and said, “it was awesome. Way better than what I had imagined all these days.”
I gave him a nudge and said, “It was bloody brilliant.” He then stared at his cup of coffee and didn’t say anything. I asked, “What happened?” He said, “I want to ask you something.” I casually asked, “What is it?”
He began, “Last night was wonderful. But I want to make love to you without a condom. I want my penis to feel the inside of your vagina.” I said, “But….” He said, “If it’s about ejaculation, I assure you my pull-out game is very strong.”
I said, “That too, but it’s also for our sexual health.” I paused and then continued, “we are new sexual partners. We could cause infections or STDs to each other.” As soon as he heard my reply, Ahaan’s face dropped. Maybe he thought it was a lost cause.
I thought and said, “How about we get an STD test done. We can get the results within half a day. If all is well, then I have no problem.” Hearing this, Ahaan’s face was filled with joy once again.
He proclaimed with joy, “Oh. No worries. I’m going to ace this test.” I laughed and said, “Hold your horses. The point of these tests is to fail. Not ace. You need to get negative reports.” He gave a sheepish grin and said, “Oh yeah! That.”
We finished our coffee and went to tell Urmi and Rohit about the STD tests. We found them in the living room downstairs. They were sitting next to each other on the triple-seater sofa.
Ahaan had worn track pants and a t-shirt, but I was still wearing his shirt and nothing else. Rohit and Urmi were both wearing their sleepwear. Rohit looked at me and said, “Arre wah,” I winked at him and gave him a sheepish grin.
We exchanged pleasantries and sat down. Ahaan didn’t beat around the bush and went straight to the point. He said, “I don’t want to use a condom with Tanya. However, she says that’s only possible if we get an STD test done and it’s negative. So, we will go for the test. Would you two also want to get tested?”
Urmi and Rohit looked at each other and smiled. Rohit then said, “we had a conversation about condoms as well. But we decided it’s better to be safe than sorry. But this STD test makes a lot of sense. Count me in.” Urmi added, “Me too.”
Delighted with the consensus, we went to our rooms to get ready. Ahaan couldn’t keep his hands to himself. He kept squeezing me and feeling me. We went into the shower together and gave each other a long sensual bath. After that, Ahaan helped me pick out my outfit for the day and wear it.
We got ready and decided to go to the diagnostic centre and then get breakfast. It was less than a km away, so we decided to walk. We walked past many apparel shops, and an idea clicked in my mind. I kept it to myself and thought about its feasibility.
We reached the diagnostic centre. When we enquired about the STD test, they said they had a full panel package for 2800/- each. The results would be mailed to us within 6-8 hours. We had to provide blood and urine samples.
The receptionist handed out 4 forms for us to fill. In the column for spouse’s name, I filled Ahaan’s name, and Urmi filled Rohit’s name. This remains the only proof of our spouse swap arrangement. The staff collected our samples, which were done in less than 20 minutes.
We then went to Piccadilly Square on Elgin road for breakfast. This time, Ahaan and I sat on one side of the table while Urmi and Rohit sat opposite us. We had a hearty breakfast as the previous night’s exploits had drained our energies.
While stuffing ourselves with the delicious food, we planned out our day. Urmi and I wanted to do some shopping, so we chalked out a couple of hours in the evening. We finished our breakfast and left the restaurant at 10.30 AM.
For the next 5 hours, we explored the charm of Kolkata. We went to Victoria Memorial, Princep Ghat and the Howrah bridge. We skipped lunch and snacked on some baked goodies from Nahoums and some sweets from Balaram Mullick.
At about 4 PM, Urmi and I left to go shopping while our husbands went to grab a few beers as they didn’t want to go shopping with us. We decided to meet at the house by around 6 PM. Urmi and I went to Gariahat to shop.
On the way, when it was just Urmi and myself, I explained to her the idea I had had in the morning. She seemed impressed and said she would help me out and that she knew exactly where to buy everything I wanted.
Among the things we shopped for were trinkets, souvenirs, gifts, and the things I wanted for my plan. Urmi was the perfect guide for shopping for everything I wanted. In the end, I asked Urmi, “Do you think your husband will like it?”
Urmi gave me a nudge on my shoulder and said, “Tanya, Ahaan is YOUR husband for now.” She then giggled and said, “To answer your question. I’m sure he’ll love it. He’ll be over the moon.”
Satisfied with Urmi’s reassurance, I was excited about what I would do. We wrapped up our shopping and decided to head back to the house. While Urmi was trying to find a taxi, I got an email from the diagnostics centre. It was our STD panel test results.
Both Ahaan and my results came back negative. I asked Urmi whether she received hers and Rohit’s. She said that they had given Rohit’s details. I messaged Ahaan the test results and said we were good to go. He sent back a thumbs up and a winking emoji.
By the time we reached the house, it was 5.50 PM, and the guys had not yet come. I quickly went into the room and put the surprise shopping in my luggage so that Ahaan wouldn’t accidentally find it.
The guys returned at about 6.10 PM. The four of us then went Pandal hopping around Ballygunge and Bhawanipur. Once again, we just ate the food at the stalls in the pandals and skipped dinner. By around 9 PM, we decided to head back home for a break. The humidity and the crowd of people had us sweating.
The plan was to freshen up and relax till about 10.30 PM and then go to the pandals around Deshapriya park. We reached the house, and all four of us sank into the sofas and rested our legs. About 10 minutes later, Ahaan stood up and said he was going for a bath.
Once he left, Urmi decided to go for a cold shower. Rohit and I were left in the living room downstairs. He said, “How’s it going?” I smirked and said, “Great! How about you?” He, too, smiled and nodded. There was silence for a few seconds. I then said, “Listen, babe!”
He said, “Babe?” I said, “Right, Mr Nair.” He said, “Yes, Ms Bhatia.”
I said, “Listen, na. Can you keep Ahaan occupied for about an hour after his bath? I have a surprise for him.” He sounded excited and said, “What surprise?” I said, “It’s for my husband, none of your business”, and stuck my tongue out. He laughed and said, “okay!” I said, “Thanks!”
10 minutes later, Ahaan came into the living room all freshened up. I said I would take a long bath and went upstairs. I entered the room, shut the door and locked it inside. I quickly undressed and went under the shower to freshen up.
Once my body cooled down, I quickly took a bath, getting rid of all the sweat and odour. I walked out of the bathroom and dried myself using a bath towel. I wrapped the same towel around myself and sat down to apply makeup. I had purchased a tiny vial of Alta dye (the red dye used by Bengali women.)
I mixed the dye with water and used a sponge. I applied it to my feet and hands. I applied the dye mixture to the tips of my toes and fingers. I then made a circle on my hands and feet back. I later traced the shape of my feet all around my ankles as well. The dye took around 5 minutes to dry out.
As soon as the dye on my hands dried out, I moved on to applying makeup to my face. I sat down at the dressing table and applied kajal and mascara to my eyes. I then applied a coat of red lipstick. I wore a pair of silver jhumkas on my ears.
I then used my hairdryer and round hairbrush to slightly curl the front strands of hair. Next, I wore silver anklets on my feet. It was time to dress up. I had purchased the quintessential Bengali white saree with a red border and golden prints.
The store even had a matching ready-made blouse. I had even bought that. Tonight, I decided not to wear any undergarments for that rustic touch. I removed the towel and tied a white petticoat around my waist. Next, I wore a red blouse.
It was a backless blouse with a single hook at the bottom and a thin string along the shoulder on the back. It had short sleeves and covered my bosom. Only a tiny peek at my cleavage. Even though ready-made, it fit me perfectly.
To wear the saree in the Nivi style (traditional Bengali fashion), I found a YouTube tutorial to help me. I tucked the saree from the right side of my waist and completed one full round. I then made pleats of the saree and tucked it into my waist. I then made the pallu pleats and placed them on my left shoulder.
I then brought the pallu to the front from under my right hand and placed it on my right shoulder. To hold the pallu in place, I tucked the end of the pallu into the shoulder of my blouse on the right side. My hair was loose, and the tips were still wet from the bath.
I parted my hair down the middle and brought the curly strands in front. I then put a big red bindi on my forehead. The Bengali attire looked complete. I took a few seconds to admire myself in the mirror. Just then, I heard a knock on the door. I called out, asking who it was.
Urmi replied, saying it was her. I walked over to the door and opened it. She quickly got in and locked the door behind her. She had a couple of items in her hand. Before seeing what they were, she started turning me around and looking at how I was dressed.
She said, “Wow. Tanya, you’ve dressed up better than I imagined.” I simply giggled. She then set the creases on my pallu and untangled my hair. She then took me to the dressing table and said, “To finish it off, I’ve got a few things. ”
She then removed two dozen red glass bangles from one of the boxes and put a dozen each on either of my hands. She said, “Now, it’s perfect!” I shook my hands so that the bangles made some noise and winked at her.
Urmi then said, “You’re all set. Wait here for another 5 minutes and then come down. Rohit and I will leave by then.” I said, “What? Where will you go?” She pinched my cheeks and said, “To give you and your husband some privacy.”
I started to blush. I then said, “But, you don’t have to….” Before I could complete my sentence, Urmi cut me off and said, “Arre, it’s no problem. You both have the house to yourselves for the next 2 hours. Enjoy.”
She handed me a large earthen diya and said, “This is a dhunuchi. I’ll set it up for you. Before walking down, add this powder to it and hold it in your hands.” She then took the dhunuchi, placed a coconut husk, added a few camphor tablets and lit it.
Once the fire burned out, she handed me the dhunuchi and said, “5 minutes from now.” As she was leaving, I said, “Urmi, what have you told Ahaan?” She said, “Nothing. He has no clue. I’ll just tell him that you’ll be coming down in a few minutes and ask him to meet us outside. Except…” she then winked and left.
As per Urmi’s instructions, I stood near the door and waited for 5 minutes. I could hear Urmi, Rohit and Ahaan talking, but I couldn’t make out what they were talking about.
I then heard the front door open and close. I took a deep breath. I then added the incense powder to the dhunuchi. The fragrant smoke started to rise. I then walked down the stairs with the dhunuchi in my hands.
Ahaan heard the sound of my anklets and said, “Finally. You took forever. What were you….” His words trailed off, and he didn’t complete his sentence. I reached the foot of the stairs. I held the dhunuchi to one side to clear the smoke and look at Ahaan.
His eyes were close to popping out. His jaw had dropped. I now stood about 4 feet away from Ahaan. I twirled around, and since I held the dhunuchi in my hand, the smoke spread all around me. I said, “How do I look?” Ahaan was still speechless. I giggled and blushed.
We stood facing each other. Ahaan was wearing a brick red kurta with a beige pyjama. A few seconds later, Ahaan said, “How? Why?” I said, “Why. After all the effort you have put in the last year, I thought I’d do this for you.” Hearing this, Ahaan’s face beamed with joy.
I then added. “How. I got the idea in the morning, and Urmi helped me with the planning and shopping.” Another pause. I then said, “So? How do I look? Do you like my surprise?” He fumbled his words and said, “amazing. Beautiful. Lovely.”
We stared into each other’s eyes. The warmth from the dhunuchi was engulfing us. Ahaan then said, “something is missing.” I said, “What?” He didn’t say anything. He just turned his back and walked towards the puja room. He went inside the puja room and came back a few seconds later.
He stood a foot away from me. I once again asked, “what is missing?” He said, “This!” He then brought his right hand over my forehead and traced the parting in my hair. Ahaan had brought the vermilion powder from the puja room and put it over my maang. He said, “Now you look perfect.”
My face became flush with emotions, and I looked down. Ahaan had just put sindoor on my forehead, something only a husband does to his wife. I didn’t know how to react. Then I thought to myself that he was my husband for the duration of our arrangement.
Ahaan then said, “Let’s go. Rohit and Urmi are outside waiting.” I looked up at him. I gave a loud laugh looking at his cluelessness. I said, “they aren’t waiting for us. They have left. We are alone in the house.” He said, “But Urmi said….” He didn’t complete his sentence as the realization hit him.
I looked him in the eye and nodded my head, inviting him to pounce on me. I stood dressed in traditional Bengali attire, waiting to be devoured by Ahaan. He wasted no time. He took a step forward, picked me up by my waist and twirled me around.
He let go of me after a few twirls. Our hearts were racing. The lust for each other was evident in the looks we gave each other. Ahaan planted a kiss on my lips. He bit my lower lip as he pulled away from me. His lips had gotten stained by my lipstick.
Ahaan then ran the fingers of his right hand along my face and through my hair. My hair had still not completely dried. His hand squeezed the tips of my hair, and his hand got wet. He sprinkled those few drops onto my face.
I closed my eyes and turned my face away as the droplets hit my face. He used the same hand to pinch my waist. As the cold, wet hands brushed against my exposed midriff, I moaned. I said, “Oh! Ahaan.” He then squeezed my right boob over my saree using his left hand. I made another sensuous sound.
He then ran both his hands along my curves. He was standing in front of me. His hands made their way to my ass. He held both my butt cheeks and gave them a jiggle. He then firmly slapped them once. I made another sensuous sound. This time a little louder.
He then pulled me towards himself by holding my ass. I stumbled forward until my body collided with his. The bangles struck his body and made a sound. An instant later, we embraced each other. We held onto each other very tightly.
There was complete silence in the house. You could hear the sounds of the music playing in the Pandal outside. We stood there embracing each other for what seemed an eternity. Right then, there was the sound of a conch being blown.
Just as the sound of the conch hit our ears, we let go of each other and took a step back. We looked into each other’s eyes. I was waiting for Ahaan to make a move. As soon as the sound of the conch stopped, he brought his face closer to mine and kissed me on my right cheek.
He then continued to plant kisses all over my cheeks and lips. He even nibbled at my ears. He bit my left earlobe and whispered into my ears. He said, “You’ve fulfilled my desires in ways I had not thought possible. Let me show you my appreciation.”
Saying so, he started bending down slowly. He continued to kiss me while he made his way down. He kissed my neck, shoulder blade, chest, and right boob over my blouse and saree, below my blouse, my stomach over my saree, the crotch over the saree, and my thigh over the saree, the knee over the saree and finally my feet.
He then snuck himself under my saree and petticoat. I was standing upright, and between my legs was Ahaan. He said, “You’ve skipped the panty.” I said, “What’s the point. Like it would have stopped you.” And giggled.
Ahaan then kissed my inner thighs as he made his way to my pussy under my saree. He was holding onto my legs with his hands. He reached my crotch and licked the area around my pussy and clit. He blew hot air from his mouth onto my clit and pussy.
He then kissed my pussy. He gently held my clit between his lips and ground it between them. I once again let out a moan. I could feel my knees going weak. But I gathered all my strength to just stand straight with no support. There was no object or walls within my arms’ reach. Ahaan continued to grind my clit.
I shall continue the story in the next part.
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