Wedding Night – The Beginning of a Shy Love

I am Saraswati. Three years after our marriage, suddenly today the memories of my first night—our wedding night, the bashar raat—came flooding back. Time changes many things, but some feelings never fade. Adult Sex Story

I was only twenty then. The marriage was arranged by our families. The first time I saw him, something hidden stirred inside me—desire mixed with nervousness. He was strikingly handsome: tall, with a dreamy face that reminded me of Hindi film heroes. erotic stories lush He spoke little, but every word carried quiet assurance.

The wedding day was a whirlwind of relatives, laughter, teasing, and the rustle of sarees. I felt caught between reality and dream. When night fell and everyone left me alone in the beautifully decorated room, my mind raced: What will happen now? What will he do? Does he even like me?

The room was completely silent except for my own breathing. My heart pounded wildly.

A little later the door opened. He stepped in and closed it behind him. At the sound of the latch, my body trembled slightly.

He looked at me and gave a gentle smile. That smile somehow made my fear grow even more. He came and sat beside me, but there was no hurry. Both of us were shy, both of us new to this. 

After some moments of silence, he softly took my hand. That touch made me feel myself anew. He didn’t grip it tightly; instead, he lifted my hand and placed a light kiss on it. In a calm, cool voice he said,

“From today, you’re not just my wife… you’re a part of my body.”

Hearing those words, tears welled up in my eyes without warning. I lowered my head and whispered only this:

“As long as you’re beside me, I’m not afraid.” lush stories

Slowly our conversation became natural. My fear melted away in moments. He leaned forward and gently kissed my forehead. That was the first kiss of my life—and instantly I felt a warm wetness between my thighs.

He pulled me closer. When I rested my head on his chest, I could hear his heartbeat. There was a strange peace in that sound. He wrapped his arm tightly around my waist and I melted into him. My breasts pressed hard against his chest, flattening against him. Then he brought his lips to mine in a long, deep kiss. His tongue entered my mouth, exploring and sucking gently.

His hand moved to my chest. He began softly squeezing my breasts. A flicker of fear returned, but he whispered,

“Don’t be afraid… we’ll learn everything slowly.”

Those words carried so much love.

I closed my eyes and simply felt—every touch, every breath, the warmth of his nearness. A shiver ran through my body. As the night deepened, I grew weaker for him, wanting him even closer.

Eventually he moved over me. By then I had no clothes left on my body.

The night moved forward slowly. Moonlight slipped in through the window. We were pressed very close. He positioned himself at my entrance and began the ancient dance that drove us both wild. Pleasure overwhelmed me. Soft moans—“Ah… ah… ahhh…”—escaped my lips again and again.

Finally, exhausted, we lay side by side, arms wrapped around each other. He held me tightly against his chest. I buried my face there and closed my eyes. In that moment, I felt I had understood the true meaning of love.

That night wasn’t just a memory—it was a beginning. The beginning of trust, of faith, of two people walking forward together.

Even now, three years later, whenever I remember that night, the same soft, tender feeling spreads through my chest.