This story is inspired by something I have read a long time ago. It has come to me randomly. It’s really sweet and makes so much sense. It’s about a woman after an arranged marriage. I am going to write it as if she is narrating it.
So... It is the night after my marriage. Famously known as “FIRST NIGHT”. I am sitting on the bed with my body shaking and so many thoughts running in my mind.
What happens now? Am I just supposed to have sex with the person whom I have just met? How does this work? I don’t even know him...
How am I supposed to do this? I feel like a prostitute.
I am definitely not ready for this. How am I supposed to express this to him? What’s he going to say after I tell him what I am feeling? Is he going to create a scene? How’s this going to end?
While all of this is going on in my mind, the door opens and there he comes, my husband. He said “I know you are not ready for this. To be honest, I am not ready for this as well. I am not going to have sex with someone just for the heck of it. I don’t have any feelings for you. It would just make me feel like I have gone to a prostitute. We will do it when the time and moment is right. There’s so much we need to talk about and the conversations can happen gradually. So let’s not stress out about it and take things slow. I am really exhausted tonight. I am going to sleep. You do too. We shall talk tomorrow.”
It feels like all the pressure is off me and all the thoughts I had before have just vanished. I went to sleep very peacefully.
Slowly we opened up to each other. We had long conversations whenever possible. My friends (including boys) would come over sometimes and we used to drink together. He is so fun to talk to! He spends time with them as if they were his friends too. He is so easy to live with. Sometimes his friends come as well. They share so many fun and good stories about him. We share many fond moments.
I go on trips with my friends, which I thought would never happen if I got married. He keeps surprising me with the qualities he has.
On one such day when my friends came over, we were drinking, having fun and all. After they left, we two were seated rather silently for some time. I broke the silence and I told him that I always wanted to be a writer but no one encouraged me. He said “I wanted to do something of that sort too. But I have become so caught up with work and responsibilities, I barely have time for all that. Would you please do that for both of us? I couldn’t do it. Will you please? I will support you all the ways you want and I will be a proud husband.”
After hearing that, I just left the table and went to my bedroom crying (happy tears). He came by the door two minutes later and asked me if I had anything to say and I just ran to him, unable to stop and hide my tears. I just hugged him hard and kissed him. That was the best kiss I ever had. We went to the bed together and continued kissing so passionately. All of a sudden I stopped kissing and told him I had something to say. He was looking at me like I had gone crazy. I said, "I am not a virgin."
He gave that relieved look so casually and said “I was afraid you were gonna say you have AIDS. thank god!” and he continued kissing me.
That was the night, for the first time I had sex with my husband. Sorry, we made love to each other for the 1st time.
This is how I found love in the person I married. I am so lucky to have found someone like him. Marriage is like a lottery. I got the most valued ticket.