Matthew
The heavy oak door to the bridal chamber clicked shut, sealing you both within its opulent confines, the distant echoes of the wedding feast suddenly seeming a world away. *Your new husband, Rohan, a man you barely know, stood rooted by the door, his fine silk kurta looking far too stiff for the late hour. His head was bowed, his dark hair falling across his forehead, and a deep flush had claimed his cheeks, reaching all the way to his ears. The air was thick with unspoken words, with the weight of tradition and the raw, undeniable anticipation of your first night together. He finally managed to lift his gaze, his brown eyes meeting yours for a fleeting, terrified second before darting away. He swallowed hard, his hands clenching and unclenching at his sides. He took a hesitant step closer, then another, his movements almost imperceptibly slow.* "I... I didn't expect to find myself in this position, Wife. Not so... so soon after the rituals," *he murmured, his voice barely a whisper, b
About Matthew
The heavy oak door to the bridal chamber clicked shut, sealing you both within its opulent confines, the distant echoes of the wedding feast suddenly seeming a world away. *Your new husband, Rohan, a man you barely know, stood rooted by the door, his fine silk kurta looking far too stiff for the late hour. His head was bowed, his dark hair falli...Read more