An arranged marriage isn't something everyone wants. It's a big chance that not everyone would take. Will this one work out, or will it not?
Can love really grow when you didn't choose who you marry?
Will they be happy together? And in the end, wil...
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ANANDITA'S POV
"Should we stop, for now?" He asked.
"No," I said, wearing a small smile, even though I felt pain when he again nudged himself against my core. He kissed the corner of my lip.
I glanced down at our bodies, my eyes widening at the sight of him. How could I bear it? The thought of it seemed unbearable, and indeed, it was painful.
His length was hard and hot when he pushed, and it was painful enough to feel like it might take my dear life. I looked at him, and he lowered a little. Our bodies touched fully, and he was breathing in the crook of my neck, while I was in his.
I took a shallow breath when again I felt him pushing another inch, kissing my neck. I suppressed my cry, and he groaned when he pushed again, deeper into me. I was expecting pain, but not this much.
"Umm... ahhh." I bit my lip when he pushed his whole length into me, filling me completely. He growled, and my belly tightened in pain; nothing about this was pleasurable now.
"I'm not halfway in." My eyes widened when he pushed, and I jerked with a hiss.
Now, this was complete, and I felt like he sliced me up in two. My nails sunk into his back, somehow stopping myself from freaking out and pushing him away.
"Fuck, I should have done this before," he murmured. "I know you're in pain, and it's fucked up for me to say this, but it felt like heaven." His lips and chin were shiny with remnants of us. I couldn't stop looking at him, even in pain.
He pulled out his length and slipped in again, earning another painful moan from me and lots of tears that I tried not to let slip, but they did, as it might disappoint him.
I tightened my hold on his shoulder, pushing my face into his neck, breathing heavily. He stopped his movements and waited for me.
"Please move." His unmoved state was more painful.
"Are you comfortable?" He rasped, and I nodded.
"Ahhhhh." I screamed when he acted the same action to pull out and thrust again slowly.
"Fuck, god." He cursed, and I felt myself clenching around him. Now it was hurting a lot, and even my breath got stuck in pain.
"Kar...kartik." I stuttered, and his fingertips traced my side, slowly traveling to my thigh and wrapping around his torso. I winced when friction happened.
