**Our First Night – Manik and Nandini**

The silk sheets felt cool against my skin as I lay next to Nandini, my new wife. The dim glow of the diya cast flickering shadows across the walls of our bedroom, the scent of rose petals mingling with the soft jasmine in her hair. We had been married only hours ago, the ceremony a blur of colors and blessings, and now, at last, we were alone.

Nandini’s hands trembled slightly as she smoothed the folds of her lehenga, her dark eyes avoiding mine. I reached out, tracing my fingers along her wrist. “Nervous?” I asked, my voice low.

She exhaled shakily. “A little.”

I pulled her closer, my lips brushing her ear. “We’ll go slow. Tell me what you want.”

Her breath hitched when I cupped her cheek, turning her face to mine. Our first kiss was hesitant, sweet—just a soft press of lips—but when I licked gently at her lower lip, she gasped, and I took the invitation. My tongue slid into her mouth, and she moaned, her fingers tangling in my kurta. Fire sparked low in my belly as she kissed me back, her inexperience making way to hunger.

I pushed her back gently onto the bed, my hands roaming over the curves of her body still hidden beneath her wedding clothes. “Can I take this off?” I murmured against her throat, already tugging at the delicate fabric.

She nodded, her chest rising fast. “Yes.”

Piece by piece, I undressed her, my fingers brushing her bare skin, learning the dips and swells of her body. The swell of her breasts, the tight buds of her nipples. The soft curve of her stomach. The heat between her thighs. When I finally pulled off her last piece of clothing, she shivered, her pussy glistening under the dim light.

I groaned at the sight. “Fuck, Nandini. You’re so wet already.”

She bit her lip, watching as I stripped off my own clothes, her eyes widening when my cock sprang free, thick and hard. I knelt between her legs, my fingers tracing up her inner thighs. “Can I taste you?”

Her nod was frantic.

I didn’t wait. Pressing her thighs apart, I buried my face between them, my tongue sliding through her slick folds. She cried out, her hips lifting. “Manik—ah!”

Her taste was sweet and salty, addictive. I licked her slowly, circling her clit before sucking it gently between my lips. Her moans filled the room as I teased her, sliding two fingers inside her tight cunt, fucking her slowly.

“You feel so good,” I murmured against her, curling my fingers just right. She gasped, her back arching. “I want to feel you come on my tongue, Nandini.”

She whimpered, her thighs trembling around my head. “I—I’m close—”

I sucked her clit harder, thrusting my fingers faster, and with a sharp cry, her whole body tensed. Her pussy clenched around my fingers as she came, her juices flooding my mouth. I lapped at her until she shuddered, oversensitive, pushing weakly at my shoulders.

Panting, I pulled back, licking my lips. “Beautiful.”

Her cheeks were flushed, her lips swollen from kissing. She reached for me, her fingers wrapping around my cock. “I want you inside me,” she whispered.

I groaned as she stroked me, my hips jerking. “Fuck, yes.”

I positioned myself between her legs, the head of my cock pressing against her entrance. She was still dripping from her orgasm, making it easier as I pushed inside, inch by inch. Her tight heat wrapped around me, and I gritted my teeth.

“Relax,” I murmured, kissing her neck as she adjusted.

She let out a shaky breath, her muscles loosening, and I bottomed out with a groan. “God, you feel perfect.”

I started slow, rolling my hips, savoring the way her cunt gripped me. But soon, my control snapped. My thrusts grew harder, faster, her moans filling my ears. “Yes, yes, fuck me—” she begged, nails digging into my back.

I slammed into her, the bed creaking beneath us, her tits bouncing with each thrust. Sweat slicked our skin as I pounded into her, her pussy squeezing me tighter with every stroke.

“Manik, I’m going to—ah!—come again!” she gasped.

“Do it,” I growled, gripping her hips. “Come on my cock.”

Her whole body arched, her cunt pulsing around me as she screamed, her orgasm ripping through her. The sight of her, lost in pleasure, pushed me over the edge. With a rough groan, I buried myself deep and came, my cum filling her as she trembled beneath me.

I collapsed onto her, both of us breathing hard. After a moment, I rolled to the side, pulling her against me.

She nuzzled into my chest, her fingers tracing lazy patterns on my skin. “That was… incredible.”

I kissed her forehead, smiling. “Just the beginning, Nandini.”

And as the diya flickered beside us, I knew our suhagraat was only the first of many nights to come.