The night: Raj proposed to me was the most memorable night of my entire life. We had been dating for a little over three years. Raj owned a beautiful home in a pleasant area of Bangalore, close to his work.
I had met him at university in the US in our final year. It was a whirlwind romance; we came from different cultures, but I immediately knew he was the one for me. So when we
The night[/caption]both graduated, I moved to India and got myself a job with an international NGO based out of Bangalore so I could be with him.
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The night[/caption]We both had challenging jobs and juggling our busy schedules and spending quality time was often hard. But we always made an effort, especially to go all out on romantic dates every once in a while. Our efforts usually paid off in a magical and fun way.
And that night proved to be especially so. Earlier in the day Raj had called me and said he had made reservations for dinner at one of our favorite restaurants. He told me to look
under our bed where he had hidden a surprise for me. Raj was always doing little things to make me feel special and loved.
I reached down and pulled out a large, shiny black box, tied with a beautiful gold ribbon. My heart was racing as I opened the box, excited and anxious to see what he was
surprising me with. The first thing I saw inside was a small envelope with the words ‘To my lovely Kiara…’ The note said, ‘A beautiful woman deserves a beautiful dress — Luv, Raj’.
The night[/caption]My eyes started to tear up as I pulled out the most exquisite dress I had ever seen. It was something fit for a movie star. A form-fitting long, white dress with two sexy cut-outs
around the sides. This wasn’t a dress you wore at home for dinner. This was an all-eyes-on-me dress that had to be shown off at the most elegant of restaurants.
Since I had about a few hours until dinner I decided to go down to the salon to get my hair and make-up done. I had been given a beautiful dress; I had to make sure I looked
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amazing in it. After the indulgent salon session, I raced home to get dressed for dinner. Raj would be home any minute and I was getting more and more excited.
When I was done, I looked at my reflection in the mirror. I couldn’t recognize the woman I saw. I felt utterly beautiful. The front door opened and I heard Raj call out my name,
‘Kiara, I’m home’ in a funny accent. He did that every time he came home from work. It was a quirk he picked up from an American television show when we were in college
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The night[/caption]together and which he thought was so hilarious. Raj entered the room and stood there for a minute, just staring at me. Nervously I asked him if I looked okay. He walked up to me,
grabbed my hands, and told me that I was a vision of beauty, unlike anything he’d ever seen before. Instantly my eyes began to well up, a usual sign that I was about to cry.
He leaned in towards me, planted a kiss on my lips, and told me I had spent too much time getting ready to now mess up my make-up. We laughed — then made our way to the
restaurant. We walked into the restaurant and gave the hostess our name. She said we were ready to be seated and asked us to follow her to the back room of the restaurant.
I noticed many empty tables in the main room that might have been more suitable but didn’t make anything of it. At the door, Raj put his hand around my back and gently pushed
me to go in first. I walked in to see the room full of our friends and family. Everyone was standing, laughing, and looking at us with warmth and love.
I was in total shock, not to mention completely confused. It wasn’t my birthday, and I couldn’t fathom any other reason for everyone to be celebrating. Dazed, I turned around to
ask Raj if he knew. But before I could speak I saw him kneeling down with a small box in his hand. With tears in his eyes, Raj began to tell me how the last few years with me had
been the happiest of his life. Coming home after a long day’s work just to see me smiling back at him as he walked in was the highlight of his day.
He was so excited to see what the rest of our lives had in store for us. And then, in his deep, sultry voice, he asked the question I had dreamed of my entire life. He opened the
little box, which contained a beautiful five-carat diamond ring, and asked if I would marry him. I couldn’t believe what was happening.
Raj and the rest of the room anxiously awaited my response. Just as he started to get a little nervous, I screamed ‘YES’ as loud as I could. The room erupted into a cheerful roar.
We made our rounds through the entire room thanking everyone for being part of that special moment in our lives.
It was great to share the night with our families and close friends. My parents had flown out especially for the evening from the US, his siblings had gathered from all over the
country. The next day, Raj’s parents held a traditional Indian engagement ceremony for us. It was all exactly the rest of the room anxiously awaited my response.
Just as he started to get a little nervous, I screamed ‘YES’ as loud as I could. The room erupted into a cheerful roar. We made our rounds through the entire room thanking
everyone for being part of that special moment in our lives. It was great to share the night with our families and close friends.
My parents had flown out especially for the evening from the US, his siblings had gathered from all over the country. The next day, Raj’s parents held a traditional Indian engagement
ceremony for us. It was all exactly as I had imagined. For the next eight months, we spent so much of our lives planning the perfect wedding. With Raj and me working full-time,
trying to work out all the details was extremely stressful, to say the least. Luckily Raj’s efficient mother was there to help with everything. But the stress was a small price to pay
for the magical day that I became ‘Mrs. Raj Malhotra’.Dressed in a beautiful wedding dress (made in red Banarasi silk), I made my way down the aisle; with every nervous step
making my way closer and closer to the man I was about to spend the rest of my life with. Our wedding night was one of the most passionate moments we had ever shared.
The wedding suite was filled with a sea of white flowers, the same flowers that were showered on us in the church. Candles covered every surface in the room and were laid out
on the floor, making a pretty path to the private garden of the suite. We sat in the garden, gazing at the beautiful stars that looked like millions of diamonds shimmering in the sky.
Both of us were exhausted by the day’s events, but we made sure to save just enough energy to consummate that very special night. Raj helped me out of my wedding dress
slowly. The soft-touch of his warm hands on my back, the slow, sexy way he unzipped my wedding dress began to turn me back to life. I loved how warm his breath felt on my skin.
He began to kiss my neck, then covered my back with kisses. Before he could completely undress me, I turned around and pushed him away. The cat and mouse game
was something that always got us excited. I knew that he wanted me badly — I made sure to give it to him little by little so I could tease him into a frenzy.
I asked him to remove his clothes and he obliged. I laid him on the bed and climbed on top of him. I felt his manhood throbbing against my thighs as I swayed my body back and
forth. He pulled me down so my ample breasts were close enough for him to taste. His tongue covered every part of my breasts.
A tingling sensation started to course through my blood. He stood up, carrying me with him, my legs wrapped around his waist. As we kissed passionately, he moved his hands
down to my waist and lifted me onto him. As our bodies connected, I let out a sultry moan. He knew what my body desired, a gentle touch but a strong and forceful thrust.
We made love three times that night. It was the most passionate encounter either of us had had in our entire lives. We spent the rest of the week in our hotel room and stayed
mostly in bed. Our bodies naked, ready to be ravaged at any moment. A few months after the wedding we began talking about the next step in our relationship — having children.
We had so much love to give and it made perfect sense to share it with a baby. Despite our domesticity, we still kept our tradition of having special date nights. On those occasions,
Raj usually made his way home from work with wine and flowers. He loved bringing me white flowers like the ones we had from our wedding day and always wrote a special note
on a little card which he would place in the arrangement. I too would plan my surprises on these nights. This time, I had cooked up a feast for dinner, unlike anything I’d ever made
before. His mother had given me a few of his favorite recipes and I knew he’d love them. Raj called that evening to let me know he’d be home in about ten minutes. With candles lit
and the table set, I sat and waited for Raj to get home. Ten minutes went by and he wasn’t home. Thirty minutes passed, still not home. I repeatedly tried calling his cell but there was
no answer. After an hour I called his office to see if he had gone back to work, but no. Concerned, I called his parents, brother, and cousins, but no one in his family had heard
from him that day. I started to grow very worried. I tried calling Raj’s cell phone again, still no answer. Just then my phone rang. The voice on the other side said they were calling
from the hospital. I instantly froze. My heart began beating loudly. It was a doctor, calling to let me know that Raj had been in a car accident. He was crossing an intersection when a
drunk driver ran a light and slammed right into the side of his car. He said the ambulance got there quickly but there wasn’t anything they could do.
Raj was pronounced dead at the scene. I dropped to the floor. My screams echoed through the neighborhood like a scene from a horror film. The voice on the phone tried to console
me, but I was hysterical. The next few weeks were the worst of my life. I went through the Hindu mourning ceremonies like a zombie and slipped into a deep, dark depression.
Raj’s and my family tried to get me to see a therapist but I wasn’t interested. Attending work was out of the question so I took a leave of absence. I pretty much isolated myself
from the rest of the world stopped taking calls from friends and family. Even my mother and father, who had moved to Bangalore for a few months just to be with me, weren’t
allowed to come over. Months went by and my condition got worse. I lost the will to live and increasingly felt that death was the only way to silence the grief.
One particularly lonely night I poured myself a tall glass of wine. I sat down on my bed and emptied a bottle of sleeping pills on to a pillow. As I sipped my wine, the pills laid out in
front of me began to exert a pull on me. All I could think of was wiping out the pain, once and for all. Wiping the tears from my eyes, I grabbed a handful of pills. Just as I was about
to swallow them, the electricity in the house went out. I hated the dark and dreaded the idea that I would suffer through my last hours, lying there helpless with no light. I grabbed
a lighter and started walking through the house lighting candles. As I lit the last candle in the kitchen I turned around and saw a trail of white flowers strewn through the hall. They
were the same flowers that were used in our wedding. I had no idea how they got there but for some reason, I wasn’t scared
I started to follow the trail of flowers. The windows were closed but there was a light breeze running through the house and my sheer nightgown floated in the air as I walked
down the hall. When I reached the bedroom I looked over and saw a man lying naked in my bed. It was dark I and I couldn’t make out who it was.
Then I heard a deep voice saying, ‘Kiara, I’m home.’ The man stood up and walked towards me. As he passed the window, the moon shone its light on his face. And just like that Raj
was there, standing in front of me again. ran to Raj, crying a fountain of tears. Could it be true? Was he back? Wrapping my arms around him tightly, I told myself I would never lego.
I was so overwhelmed I couldn’t even speak. Raj ran his fingers down my cheek, moving my chin up so I could see directly into his eyes. He whispered, ‘I never
He placed his lips on mine, giving me a delicate, probing kiss that sent a warm, familiar feeling shooting through every vein in my body. Suddenly, my tears had stopped. My heart
was racing, but it wasn’t fear I felt. He told me he couldn’t stay, that tonight was our only night together. I pleaded to go with him wherever it was. Raj just leaned forward, for
our foreheads touching one another’s and told me it was only his time to go. He asked me not to get upset, but rather enjoy the last moment we’d ever share together.
Then he began to run his fingers slowly up my arms, until his fingers were hooked under the straps of my nightgown. He lowered the straps, down past my arms, until they
come off and my nightgown had fallen to the floor. We started kissing each other with intense passion. It was that same intense feeling I had on our wedding day. A feeling I h
begun to forget. His scent made me come alive. I was suddenly full of fire and I couldn’t get enough of him. My hands and lips were tools that I used to explore every part of his
body. His dark skin was so soft and smooth. My hands were lost in the tangles of his hairy chest. His manhood was strong and proud as I teased his most intimate areas. Raj gently
laid me down on the bed. He used his tongue to trace every form, every curve of my tight bare body. As he moved downward, my body was overcome with ecstasy. His hands
always
knew the places of my most intimate parts that could send me to heaven. He started moving up, cupping my face, kissing my mouth with his body on top of min
With my legs wrapped around his firm waist, he entered me. We were one again. Each passionate thrust breathed new life into my limp body. A body that had been craving Raj’s
touch and slowly dying. That night we made love for hours, but it still didn’t seem like enough. My body felt pleasure that I had never experienced before. I was physically
drained but at the same time I had an energy that had been missing for long. I lay in Raj’s arms, trying my hardest to stay awake, to prolong whatever time we had together. But I
couldn’t stop me, and exhaustedly fell asleep in his arms. The piercing morning sunlight woke me up. I looked around the room for Raj, but he wasn’t there. I checked all the
rooms in the house for some sort of sign that what happened the night before was real. There wasn’t a single sign that he had been there.
There were no flowers, the windows were locked. Only the candles, melted away, were a reminder of the evening. Maybe it was just a dream. But either way, t was exactly what I
needed to start going back to normal. The following day I went to visit my parents. They were ecstatic to see some of my old self back again.
I told them I had called the school and that I would be returning the following week. Life was starting to get back to normal. During my second week back at school I started feeling
nauseous. I made an appointment with my doctor to do a check-up. I wasn’t prepared for what he told me at our meeting. I was pregnant. I couldn’t believe it. There was no way
this could be possible, I said. He assured me it was. He assured me that I was a hundred percent pregnant. At that moment I realized that Raj had given me one last surprise.
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