After he had undressed her he unclasped her nath or nose-ring as a precursor to their consummation. In her excitement she busied her eager hands in relieving him of his clothes and ran into his arms, unwilling to wait any longer. "What is the rush? We are married now, and we no longer need to worry about  your family catching us during our rushed moments of intimacy!" His smirk widened and she pouted to express her dissonance. Seizing the opportunity he drew her in for a toe-curlingly french kiss, fulfilling her first demand of the night.

As he nuzzled her, the route of his passion extended to her earlobes, her nape and her shoulders, stopping at her arms. When he paused she looked at him quizzically. He made her sit down on the bed and presented her a small silver salver. Curious, she uncovered it to see it was a paan-daan with some betel leaf parcels. He picked up one and tempted her, urging her to open her rosebud mouth to receive it. She bit into it and her palate was invaded with an explosion of flavours and tastes of cardamom, clove, saffron, fennel, catechu and rose jam. 

When she offered him one herself he declined with a smile. "You will be my only stimulant tonight!" He whispered in her ear. As soon as she had consumed it she asked to have another, but he cleverly spirited the salver out of her reach. "Too much of a good thing may ruin our night!" He told her cryptically, distracting her with another deep kiss. He was not about disclose to her that the paan was laced with just a touch of cannabis to enhance her sensory experience during their lovemaking and more importantly, to dull any pain she would experience from being penetrated for the first time.

He had to wait before the effect of cannabis could kick in. He linked their hands, making her follow him  to a part of the chamber where he spread a soft mat on the floor and made her lie down on her belly. She began feeling different, although she could not figure why. Her senses were heightened and she urged him to touch her. "You are going to remember this as the best night we spent together, my love, patience!" He told her as he picked up a peacock feather in each hand and ran them over her body till he had turned her own sufficiently. 

He then took a vial of perfumed oil and sprinkled some on her skin. His fingers began to dance on her body as he massaged her and she moaned. Starting with the back of her neck and shoulders he slowly advanced to her back and the curve of her hips. He could hear her breathe audibly as he worked firmly on her fleshy derriere, his fingers teasing the furrow in between. He turned her and gently kneaded her belly, working his way upwards till he filled his palms with her breasts and stroked their tips till they were taut with the attention.

"More!" Her arousal was audibly urgent. She directed his palms southward and he started massaging her thighs, reaching as close as he could toward her core. Unable to wait any longer, she spread herself wide, exposing herself to him and daring him to create magic by tasting her. He knew she was ready, and he obliged happily as she positioned him such that they could mutually delight each other at the same time. Seeing her vigour he asked her to slow herself down so they could prolong the experience to increase the impact. 

"Now, Randhir, please!" She almost screamed out her ecstasy as his tongue drove her to the point of insanity. He rose and set himself to breach her, prodding her slowly with his fingers to stretch her a little, to prepare her to receive him painlessly. He carried her to the wide marble window sill instead of the bed and propped her in a sitting position, letting her rest her back slightly on the frame. He placed her palm over her labial lips and asked her to knead herself to double the bliss.

He used a little salve on her opening and smeared some more on his straining stiffness. Once convinced that she was lubricated enough he entered her gently, using slow strokes until she asked him to go faster while she continued to stimulate herself with her fingers. Their breaths rattled and they whimpered when wave upon wave of rapture coursed through them and she climaxed just a minute before he exploded inside her. The heat of the summer did nothing to dampen the heaven that they had attained simultaneously and they continued to cling to each other, kissing to celebrate their moment. 

"I loved our first time Randhir, let us do it again!" She said to him, enthused by his skills. "Not tonight Sanyukta, you may not feel it now but it will hurt like hell tomorrow if we overdo things. I don't want you to be so sore that you avoid me later." She was obviously under the influence and was not able to perceive pain. After their ablutions they dried themselves and slipped between the sheets in a lover's embrace. "Do you think I am pregnant already?" She asked him and he laughed at her innocence. "I think not, we will need to be active over the next few days for that to happen!" He told her as he played with her long tresses.

"I want to us to make babies as soon as we can, then you will be mine forever!" She hoped he could see her earnestness. "You are still a child yourself, early pregnancy and motherhood will exhaust you. I want you to enjoy your youth a little longer, we can have children after that. Let me show you around our home state, you need to see our marvelously carved sandstone palaces and havelis. You have to enjoy your first Teej and Gangaur after marriage, for our women those festivals are really special. Bhabhi sa can help you understand them better, she has grown up here."

" When winter arrives I will take you into the desert, though we will need to cover some distance. The Thar looks beautiful on chilly moonlit nights and during dawn. The colour of the sand is contrasted by the sparse green bushes and the bright hues of people's clothing. Between patches of barren land a dhani or two stands bravely, surviving on a miracle of fresh water springs. Hardy deer scour the sands looking for wild melons and other bush tucker. If it was not for the Bishnoi nature would not be preserved in our challenging terrain." He was creating imagery for her mind.

"But I am scared of camels, they look whimsical and bad-tempered!" She had seen camels for the first time. He grinned imagining what a ruckus she would make to ride one. "One cannot live in the desert without them. They may not be the prettiest of beasts but even the tiny children of animal owners can manage them. And you are a grown girl. They do bite if you bother them and can be quite temperamental!" He was not exaggerating. "I'll never ride one then!" She declared. "People will surely know you are not a Rajputni if you fear camels!" He teased her. "I don't care, I am proud to be myself!" "You mean you are proud to be the wife of Randhir Singh Shekhawat?" He asked. "That I'll always be!" She said as she dived into his arms to fall asleep.