Then the D-Day came when we were to get married. I was dressed in abeautiful and Red Lehenga and Choli with all the make-up. My mother andSeema took m...e to Sam where he was waiting for me, his bride. I looked athim and he at me, we both sensed that we were waiting for all theserituals to get over so that we can make love to each other. Soon all therituals were over and then the moment cam for which we were waiting for.Seema took both of us to her bedroom, which was now decorated withflowers, and. I must have it wrong and maybe she doesn't go by the days on the packet. I tried to put it at the back of my mind but it wouldn't go. All I could picture was my father's cock unloading his balls into the cervix of my wife.I had a restless night; she never rang and didn't email me. I had got up out of bed and had a wash got dressed and was having a mug of coffee when the phone rang. I answered the phone; it was my father. He told me that Julie would be back later and that she was still in bed. I took Gypsy's face in both hands and cradled it close to mine as I took a really deep look into her eyes. As I pulled her into me for a kiss, she pulled away. "What's that serious look for Howdy?" she asked with a playful fist to my chest. "Nothing Gypsy. I just don't want to ever forget what you look like. Your eyes, your lips, your beautiful face." I said, stealing the kiss amid her weak protest. Gypsy's eyes glassed over and she hid her tears as she leaned her head on my shoulder. She. “Okay, I know it’s all for his own good.” She had a way of justifying even her most hurtful actions as somehow being in my own interest. “Did you boys enjoy talking?”“I don’t know if I’d call it enjoyable, but we definitely connected. You should know that your Manu is even more whacked out than I imagined.”“Oh yeah? What do you mean?” Kavita asked, giggling.“I don’t know quite how to describe him. He’s like an anxious ball of denials, contradictions, and self-doubts. He sees me in the worst.