Finale
If worlds of ours ever crashed, then I'd want to let it crash into each other.
- Miss Ravine
It was a February, cold yet warm day in 2023.
I was reminded about the script I planned to gift him on his birthday this year. The most expensive gift I could afford was my hardwork and my skills to be put into use for my boyfriend.
On 5th of February, I enter his room late in the midnight while he was on a call with his friends. All of them wish him a happy birthday while I was in the best of my lingerie sets for him.
I want to make hum feel special today. I want him to feel like a birthday boy...
Soon, we were on the table in the kitchen while his birthday cake was smeared on our bodies and faces. He licks the cream from my lips, swallowing it while entering my mouth with his tongue. I felt my eyes rolling to the back of my head with pleasure consuming me.
He holds me so tightly, as if I'd slip away from him any moment. My legs were brought to my chest, but he makes them as his pillars to his shoulders. He kisses my calves as I moan his name.
Birthday sex was always special to me.
Fast forward to our marriage day...
We were here in India, welcomed by Mr. Javed who bore many expenses for us when we had told him politely not to spend so much of his hardwork on his. He denies spending too much, but the budget was almost clashing as much as half into ours.
I felt great having such a reliable business friend...
However, the marriage was in the palace, in two hours from now. The most beautiful piece of architecture I've ever seen in my life. The red stones had beautiful stories engraved into them.
I must be the most nerve-wrecked bride in history of marriages. I couldn't think anything straight, and sometimes I couldn't think at all. Everyone around me was amused at my reactions to even the slightest discomforts while wearing my dress or makeup.
Mother laughs loudly as I turn to her to bark at her again. Miranda laughs next, I almost choke her playfully.
"What if it'll rain here? Or what if there's a sand storm! Oh my god!! Was the food prepared well? And if the guests don't like the food... what about it!? Ah!!" I groan loudly, the makeup artists sniffling laughter all the way to seem professional.
As they did my hair into a bun, I tell them I'd do it myself because it would give me more satisfaction. They look at the Queen who nods, to let me learn my lesson.
I cry I frustration when the pins were falling off my hair and nothing sits right in my hair at all!
"Done juggling with your hair? Now get some help, dear." Defeated, I sit back down and watch them put my hair in an immaculate bun. It looked pretty, decent, simple and pretty.
Over it came the veil.
A red Kumkum was put against my forehead, which I get anxious about because I could be allergic to it.
Having had enough of me, Miranda and mom walk out leaving my crying and anxious self in the green room of the palace.
Mom...!
Suddenly, an elderly lady pats my back and says, "What you're going through is normal. It's alright." She assures me.
Am hour passes and I was allowed to look at myself in front of the giant mirror.
Who's this person in front of me...?
I couldn't believe my eyes. It was as if I was a new, better and beautiful person than before.
Admiring myself in the mirror, a giant sigh of relief leaves my lips. Soon, I was assisted by my mother to walk down the aisle.
And there he was.
The most handsome man in the world, my Aaron Skiez.
We've only met each other a couple of times in the dark. But now when I witness him under broad daylight, he was glowing like the moon.
He was captivating, enticing and all the more mesmerizing than ever.
My heavy Indian dress slowed me down, but I kept walking for a few more meters to make up the distance. As I close in, he takes my hand in his. My mother tells him to take care of me, for the rest of my life.
We do the rituals over the fire and walk around the fire pit for seven times. It was a never-before experience, one that will be never-after as well.
As we get to the last phase... our Christian wedding style was performed.
We say our vows, happiness brimming out of bodies as he removes the veil from my face.
"Thank you for making me your husband." He says against my lips.
"Thank you for making me your wife, too."
And the seal was done.
****
Anxiety should be an understatement for me.
I was in the bed, lying flat while wondering about my decision.
Aaron washes his face and is ready to make my fantasy come true.
Today, in my 7 years of sexual life, we will be having sex without my birth control pills.
I sense the male beside me, he calms me by rubbing my stomach as he lays on his side.
"Are you sure about this?" He asks me.
"Yeah." I say blankly.
"You... don't seem sure, Ravine. Let's give it some time—" I cut him off by placing my lips on his. Slowly, I rise to turn him over and straddle his waist, kissing him passionately.
"Let's do this." I say to him, a giant grin on my face.
As he makes love to me three, four times through the night, I felt anxious and a thousand thoughts ran in my mind.
Neither of us did a fertility test. I've been injured a lot of times in the past. Maybe that's the reason I could have sex without the worry of getting pregnant.
As for him, I'm not very sure if he was fertile either. But either way, we will have a lot of opportunities to introduce little children in our lives. Adoption, IVF, IUF... so many options.
As he fills me up for the fifth time tonight, he falls on top of my body, exhausted.
I chuckle and embrace him. He's worked hard.
"That will be enough." I say, jokingly. Without thinking about anything else, I slip in a plug inside my entrance to preserve any of his juices from spilling out. It would only be for a few hours before I wake up.
I'm fertile... right?
I can become a mother... right?
