Chapter 8: Nisha

One of his hand was choking her and another pulling her hair while his penis was going in and out of her dripping wet vagina. There were streaks of his spit running down her face. Her butt cheeks glowing red from his hand prints and so was her breasts.

She was biting her lips to stop herself from moaning as he was slamming his dick into her like a beast.

“Nisha!”, she heard a loud scream. Nisha looked at the direction of the scream to find her mother looking into the room looking like she saw a ghost.

All the blood drained from Nisha’s face and she immediately pulled away and covered herself in the blanket. Her boyfriend, knowing that he would either be killed or thoroughly beaten, wore his underwear and hurriedly left the room, ran to his bike in his underwear and immediately ran out of the village in full speed before more of her relatives gathered.

After all the cryings, scoldings, shoutings and threats of suicide it was decided that Nisha had to get married immediately. She told the same to her boyfriend on the phone, sounding excited that her family had agreed to her marrying him. He laughed.

“I just liked fucking you because your a filthy fucking slut. I am not going to marry you...”, he said.

Nisha was devastated and heartbroken. Granted she didn’t “love love” him, but she liked him, especially when they had sex. She wouldn’t have minded marrying him.

She had learnt a terrible lesson. Don’t fuck assholes, no matter how much you like them.

She agreed to do whatever her family wanted.

Her family decided to get her married as soon as possible before news of their daughter’s dalliance reached everybody. Thankfully someone knew a family that was looking for marriage for their son. They knew the guy was extremely good in terms of character. They fixed the marriage on condition that the marriage has to happen in a month.

After a few days the other side asked the marriage to start on the next day because the guy won’t leave from his work.

They couldn’t be more happy. They immediately started the preparation.

Nisha promised herself to never make the same mistake. She promised herself never to hurt her family again, never to bring shame and to be perfect wife.

On the fourth day following the wedding, the day meant to consummate the marriage, she waited for her groom. She had seen him. He looked average, nothing special but she knew he was a good person. Way better than her ex-boyfriend.

She would give him what he wanted, what every boy wanted from her. She would let him do anything to her, she would do everything he asked. She had made herself to believe it would be her penance but she had gotten wet thinking of what she would let him do. Since that day, the terrible day they were caught, she had not touched herself. She had punished herself. But now her punishment is over. She can finally enjoy sex with her lawful husband.

When she heard her husband enter the room her nipples hardened in excitement.

“Sorry I am too tired”, she heard her husband say and then saw him go to sleep with his back towards her. A range of emotions crashed into her.

She felt scared. Did he somehow got to know about her past? Did he not find her pretty? Does he love someone else?