Bindu was packing her bags. Tomorrow, she would be leaving India for the official tour of New York City prior to her taking a new job at the company's head quarters. Mr. Jaitley, her current boss had recommended her to Mr. Edwards. Mr. Edwards was the CEO of the company she worked for. Mr. Jaitley was his Managing Director of the company's Indian subsidiary. Bindu would be accompanying Mr. Edwards and his secretary to New York.
She had left work just after lunch so she could complete her packing. She was excited to be getting an opportunity to complete the company's current project. It was a project that could earn the company huge profits. If the project was successful, it would go a long way in helping erase some bitter memories she had of her life in India.
It had been a long hard journey she'd taken to get to this moment. As she packed, her thoughts carried her back in time. She remembered how happy she had been when she had finished first in her high school classes. She was very proud of the honors her hard work had brought her.
Most of the girls in the village where she had grown up were never lucky enough to attend high school, let along complete school wth honors. Most of the village girls were sent to school only until they passed out of the primary grades. Many of Bindu's classmate's parents felt that girls were only good for household work and raising babies. That was a common parental opinion in that time and place in rural India. An education for a girl was a waste of time and money. A girl was considered a liability to her family. They were a burden that would cost a dowry to get rid of.
Only the daughters of government officials and the few rich families in the village were fortunate enough to study beyond the primary grades. Some were even married as young teens before they entered their adulthood.
Bindu's parents were something of an exception to the rule. Her parents had sent all of their children to school. They highly praised her success in her studies and exams.
The school Bindu attended was the only school in their village. Initially, it had been just a primary school. It was later upgraded to accommodate the high school level as well. To continue their education at the university level, students had to move to the one of the larger cities where the colleges were located.
Unfortunately, for Bindu her grandmother had been insisting her father marry Bindu off to one of the better families in their village. The bright girl had just celebrated her 17th birthday and did not want to marry so young. She wasn't ready for that, yet. She wanted to go to university like her friend, Manju had done.
Bindu's father had listened to his mother and was reluctant to allow Bindu to leave the village. He wanted to marry her off at the earliest possible time. She was the eldest of the children in the family. If Bindu could be married early, he would then have more time to think of how to arrange the dowry for his younger daughter, Anara.
Bindu's father had a small cloth shop in the village. The farmland, which came to him from ancestral property, was leased out. He had saved some money, which he thought, would be enough of a dowry to marry Bindu off to some young man. He had little or no concern for Bindu's wishes.
Binu was the youngest member of the family and the only son. The father had thought of making Binu, a rich and powerful man. He had all his dreams wrapped around his only son. His daughters represented an obstacle to that plan.
Bindu's dream of going to university for a higher education had been dashed. After some protests, Bindu had accepted her parent's decision. She then began dreaming of her future husband and marriage. In fact, every girl throughout the world has fantasies of her dream boy and her wedding night.
Bindu's friends were wondering who would be the lucky man who would marry her. By any standard, she was a beautiful girl. She had long black hair that surrounded a lovely rounded face, almond shaped hazel eyes, and a slender light tan body. She drew attention wherever she went. Her D-cup breasts made certain she would not go unnoticed.
Her father had found what he thought was a good match for her. A boy named Mangat was selected to be the lucky one. His father owned huge tracts of property in the adjoining village. Most of it was dedicated to farming and other agriculture purposes. They were among the richest families in their village. Mangat's father had accepted Bindu's father's proposal of marriage the first time it was brought to him. He didn't even want much in the way of a dowry.
It was a proud moment for Bindu's family. Her father thought that his daughter would live a happy and prosperous life with Mangat.
Bindu was happy too. She didn't love Mangat, but he was a young, handsome, and strongly built man. Bindu thought she had found her dream boy. With time, she would learn to love him. Her heart was brimming over with happiness. Her friends and sister kept bantering with her all day. Bindu used to envision herself in a bride's clothes. Then her thoughts turned to what Mangat would do with her on their wedding night. One of her elder cousins had told her that husbands don't allow their brides to sleep on their first night or two. The new husbands tease and have sex with them the whole night and well into the next. Her cousin told Bindu that many brides were unable to walk the next few days because of the soreness from all the loving their new husbands demanded.
When told of her body's use on her wedding night, Bindu naively giggled. The thought of Mangat taking her virginity and using her all night excited and frightened her at the same time.
Her wedding day finally came. Bindu left her father's house with tears of joy.
She was warmly welcomed into her husband's home. The ladies of the house, after performing some traditional rituals over the young couple, took her to the wedding couple's room. Fresh roses were laid all over the bed, giving the room a pleasant fragrance.
For hours, she sat alone on the bed, waiting for Mangat. To keep her dignity, she continued wearing her bridal clothing. In addition to the wedding sari, she was wearing a gold wedding ring on her finger, and a long mangalsutra (necklace). In addition to the ring, the mangalsutra signified her marital status. It was made of gold and black beads with a twin-cupped pendant. The pendant signified a pair of breasts ready for a husbands touch. It also signified a woman's fertility. It hung low. The beads fell between her ample breasts. The pendent rested against her midriff. Her earlobes bore delicate earrings. She had a small bindi on her forehead and the traditional sindhoor. Her choli was nicely cut, and it scooped deep and wide enough to reveal a bit cleavage.
Just as she heard the noise of the opening of the bedroom door, her face became reddened with shyness. Her dreams were now going to be realized. This was the moment that every girl waits for. Along with her excitement, Bindu was suffering with the uncertainty that all young virgin brides feel.
But wait! What was that! Mangat came into the room with his manhood dangling from his trousers. He had been drinking heavily and could barely walk. His breath reeked. The odor from his mouth smelled of liquor and something Bindu could not identify. Bindu was terrified by Mangat's condition.
In spite of her fear, she somehow helped her husband undress and lie on the bed. He was deeply under the influence of whiskey.
"Kamoo ... Kamoo." Bindu heard these words slowly come from Mangat's lips. She was shocked to hear Kamoo's name from Mangat.
Kamoo was a local whore. She had caused much trouble in many local families. Many rich young men were her admirers. They were mad over her beauty. She hoped Mangat was not also among the victims of that vamp of a girl.
Again, the dreams Bindu had held so long, were shattered. Mangat was fast asleep on the bed with no consciousness of his new bride. Bindu could not do anything in this situation. She slept with tears in her eyes but with the hope that everything would be all right in few days. Her new husband had simply celebrated his marriage a little too much.
Unfortunately, her wedding night was just the beginning. Her doubts were turning to reality. Mangat came in late night after night. Night after night he drank heavily, and cried the name of Kamoo as he dozed off. What he earned during the day, he wasted at night on drinking, playing cards, and Kamoo. He gave little or no attention to the fact that his untouched bride was waiting for him at home.
Mangat never tried to understand Bindu's feelings or needs. In fact, he sometimes behaved cruelly toward his wife. He had not even consummated their vows and given her the status of his true wife. After more than six months they still hadn't had any sexual contact.
Sadly for her, Bindu's virginity was still intact.
She always tried to please her husband. She even went so far on a few nights to greet him by laying naked on their bed as an invitation to her husband to come to her. Except to tell her to move over, Mangat ignored his bride. In spite of it all, she took care of him. To her dismay, he was madly attracted to Kamoo.
Bindu could not complain of this to her in-laws. They wouldn't take her seriously. She didn't want to tell this to her parents either. She didn't want to become a debt to them again. Her father had to think about marrying off her younger sister. Bindu was enduring a life of suffering and neglect. What cannot be cured must be endured!
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