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Vicky, currently nineteen years old, had lost his parents in a cruel murder when he was just six years, an age where life should have been filled with laughter and happiness was painted by tears and tragedies for him.
Fortunately...
Our marriage didn't transpire with a lot of spectators. We opted for a simple but memorable marriage in Goa. The reason is indeed because of people's judgmental views. Once our wedding news had started spreading around our area, people began badmouthing my uncle and aunt. But my in-laws didn't give a damn about it.
However, conducting a divine moment as marriage, among that kind of people didn't please anyone, so Thikki suggested that we tie knots in any other place, away from home.
And here we are, now in a beautiful villa, minutes away from cherishing our night.
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My Thikki...
She is mine now. All mine to love and ravish!
Currently, I'm crouching against the headboard and Thikki has her head on my lap while she retains on gazing at her fingers, more specifically, at the ring I had proposed to her with, one month ago.
"What happened?" I enquire, my hands gliding down her hair, brushing it delicately. "Nothing, I'm just curious about these two round-like symbols on either side of I love you. I thought it was balloons at first, but now that I analyse it, I don't think the same, tell me what is it, will you?" she quirks her fingers to my eye level, her face in a confused pout.
I bit the inner side of my lips to stifle a cheeky smile. I'm pretty sure, she will be stunned once I confide her about what that two circles truly mean. Even the person who designed the wordings on this ring was perplexed when I asked him to add these rounds to it.
My gaze shifts down Thikki's neck, and instantly my friend beneath my shorts went stiff. Thikki has worn a red net saree with a few white dazzling pebbles deposited centimeters away from each one, conferring a fabulous shine and elegance to the saree. Adding to that, the saree is in single pleats, floating like a feather put to rest on the bed.
Also, Thikki's navel and waist are visible due to her saree being entirely translucent. It takes a lot of effort to restrain myself from pounding on her...but I don't know why I'm holding back when this is the day we are meant to explore each other to more depths, by physical means, which in turn will help us connect emotionally.
Perhaps, I'm waiting for Thikki's green signal?
Poking my nose, Thikki sits up on one of my thighs. My hand naturally went behind her waist to support her. "Daydreaming at night? At our wedding night?" She whispers the latter part close to my ear.
I smile at her calmly. "No, I was admiring you Thikki" Her hands wrap around my neck at my response.
"Oh..." She eyes me intently and kisses my cheeks. My dick twitches, countering to that small kiss of hers... I guess I should start now.
