Sanyukta wore the obligatory shona bandhano loha, or gold encrusted iron bangle along with the red and white shakha paula to mark the beginning of her life as a married woman. Before turning her attention to her husband she tucked a sleepy Aman in his bed. Nobin da had insisted on a Bengali wedding for the lovers because it has been Madhabi's fond wish to see Randhir  marry in that tradition. However the couple, who had lost their virginity to each other in the course of their nearly two year long  relationship, were allowed to skip the ritual of Kaalratri, wherein the bride and the groom have to sleep separately on the night after the wedding.  In fact, to ensure their complete privacy Parth, Vidushi and Nobin da moved into Shaila ji's spare rooms downstairs for the night.

Parth and Vidushi had taken care to enliven the air-cooled bridal bedroom by arranging scented candles and fragrant flowers for the Phool-Shojja.  Relieved to be out of the oppressive summer heat Randhir and Sanyukta shed off their wedding finery and showered before changing into fresh clothes. Randhir took out the bottle of Krug that Parth had left in the fridge for chilling. As she saw him uncork the bottle and tinker around a bit Sanyukta could not help but react."Too acidic, too cliched, why all the fuss over champagne?" She puckered up, recalling her contempt for the celebration wine. "Taste it first, and then decide." He tempted her. "Just one glass?" She asked him. "It is a loving cup for our honeymoon, we share everything tonight." 

She saw him reach out for a cigarette. "Randhir, no smoking tonight!" She warned him and he relented. As he put the champagne glass to her lips she took a generous sip." Did you get pink champagne? This is amazing!" She smacked her lips relishing the taste. "It's not pink champagne, it is a Poinsettia- champagne, orange liqueur and cranberry juice." He explained. "You don't want some?" She asked, taking another sip. "Sure I do, thanks for offering." He whispered as he latched on his lips over hers, enjoying both, the cocktail and her mouth with his busy tongue. "I think I am tipsy enough now! That is if you are ready for some action." She stroked his jawline suggestively with her index finger, then began teasing his lips. "Not before I reveal a surprise." He turned around to bring her something . "Surprise? What is it?" She asked him eagerly. 

"You have too many clothes on, while this shows off best on bare skin!" He eased her top off her shoulders, revealing her flat, toned midriff. "It is my wedding gift to you, a belly chain, hopefully it will ensure that you maintain your fitness and form. I don't want you tiring yourself out in bed!" He unwrapped it and fastened it around her waist. "This is all you need on your skin tonight, and not a shred of fabric. Here, see for yourself how sexy you look!" He turned her to face the mirror. He was right, it did make her slim waist look doubly attractive. "Just one more thing left!" She was surprised to see him bring out his shaving kit. "Surely you don't need to shave for our wedding night!" She wondered what he was up to. "It is not for me, but for you. Strip off the rest of your clothes right now!"

She did as she was told. As she lay on her back with a towel below her hips he unlocked her legs and trimmed off most of the thatch there. He then used a non-scented aloe based gel before carefully shaving her pubic mound fully. As she emerged from the bathroom after having rinsed off and dabbed herself dry, she stood before him clad only in her skin and some accessories. ''You look gorgeous, my glowing bride, thank you for indulging my fetish for tonight!" With these words he hauled her up in his arms and carried her to bed. "Hey, these look familiar!" He remarked, noticing her pearl and coral anklets. "These were your first gift to me, remember?" She smiled as she recalled the debacle of the day it happened. "How can I forget, I have a near-eidetic memory!" She hardly needed reminding.

"Today I am covered from top to toe with your love. There is your sindoor in my parting, your mangalsutra around my neck, belly chain around my waist and anklets on my feet." She had a dreamy look in her eyes as she said the words. She had longed for him from a tender age of eight, and her wish had come true after over a decade. "Sanyukta, I know you attach emotions and memories to my gifts. I want you to cherish with equal fervour the ornaments gifted by Dadu, they belonged to Didima and she had specially set them aside for my bride." His voice reflected his adoration for his grandmother, who had practically been  his mother because she had cared for him for many years while his own mother had been busy with her career.

"How can I not Randhir? It is a great honour bestowed upon me. As much as I regret the absence of our parents and not getting their blessings, I really admire the effort taken by Dadu to bring us together. And Didima would be surely pleased with his idea of inviting the people being cared for the NGOs for our wedding feast. We came together due to unusual circumstances and we began our married life in an equally unconventional way." It seemed to him as if  she had subtle shades of Didima in her personality. "We have done enough talking for tonight, my love. Time for some forbidden pleasure now!" He had mischief in his eyes as he said that. He went to the kitchen and returned with a bottle of honey.

As she looked at him quizzically, he disrobed first and then gently pushed her onto the bed. Parting her legs he squeezed some honey from the bottle over her mons Venus. "What are you doing Randhir?" She asked, feeling a little uneasy at the stickiness over her. He responded by using his fingertips to spread the golden honey all over her pubic region, adding more as he went along. " Honey is an ancient antiseptic, it will help heal any place the razor has nicked." He said, setting the bottle aside on the bedside table, admiring his artwork between her legs. "Do you know why they call this night the honeymoon?" As he asked her, without any warning he dipped his mouth where he could lap up the honeyed dessert off her clean shaven mons Venus.

An involuntary moan escaped Sanyukta as his mouth indulged in sweet mischief, his tongue sending her into a delicious rhapsody as it lapped and teased the sensitive bud in between till she went into rapture and he responded by pushing a couple of fingers inside her as he increased his frenzy. He soon brought her to a seismic climax, and she panted really hard, trying to steady her breath. Not to be left behind she used the honey over his throbbing stiffness and her mouth enveloped him completely. As she worked toward bringing him the ultimate pleasure, he turned himself so he could continue to love her with his mouth and fingers, both peaking nearly at the same time, and he pulled himself out just before he could let himself go. They continued into the shower, washing each other and sharing really long, passionate kisses. After they towelled each other dry they were back on the bed, hugging and caressing.

"You were incredible!" She mumbled, exhausted. "So were you!" He caressed the hair cascading down her bare back. "You know, I probably won't get a period during the time the Depo shot is effective!" She grinned at him. "I know, that means our honeymoon can go on uninterrupted. Remind me to pick up more lube." He smirked at her. "What if you get tired after having to work so hard?" She teased him. "Then I'll just eat more eggs and watermelon, that's supposed to keep the flag flying high! And what if you run out of stamina?" His query was genuine. "Missionary's a girl's best friend! You get to do the hard work while I just lie back and enjoy myself!" She looked him in the eye to see his reaction. "You know how much I enjoy the Lotus and the Cowgirl. All this pillow talk and I am good to go again. Flip over, Shefaali!" His voice was huskier than ever. 

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