Amit’s karwachauth

Amit hurries off to his bedroom suite after finishing up in their cavernous kitchen, eager to transform himself from bride groom into a vision of feminine splendor for Priya's homecoming that evening. Anklets tinkle and bangles jingle with each step over plush carpeting as he kicks off stilettos kicked carelessly aside earlier.

He reaches reverently underneath the bed for the large breast plate hidden there, hefting it up with trembling arms before fastening the straps around his slender torso with fumbling fingers. The silicone mounds swell out fetchingly under sheer lace cups edged in pink ribbon that matches the saree draped artfully over one shoulder and knotted at the waist.

Amit settles a long hair wig on his head, adjusting it until sleek black tresses drape artfully over bare shoulders. Anklets tinkle as he bends down to select an ornate gajra – a garland of delicate flowers woven together with strands of pearls and glittering beads. He carefully drapes the floral arrangement across his wig before admiring its effect in the full-length mirror hanging on their bedroom door.

Amit reaches reverently into his jewelry box to select glittering pieces fit for a bride queen's consort – three very long dangling diamond chandelier earrings that sway fetchingly against flushed cheeks as he secures them in pierced lobes. Four additional sets of diamond studs wink from each lobe while an oversized diamond nose ring is screwed into flared nostrils until they stretch taut.

Twelve gold and diamond bangles encircle slender wrists, jangling merrily with every movement even as Amit flushes prettily at the weight and cost of such finery adorning his person. Tears prickle eyes squeezed shut tightly in fervent supplication lest Priya find fault whatsoever with how he presents himself tonight. He must be a vision of breathtaking beauty to catch her eye!

Amit drapes an ornate diamond necklace around his neck, the glittering stones resting heavily against his collarbones. A choker winks with rubies nestled between diamonds that encircle a slender throat while a large maangtika winks from the center of his forehead above the bindi.

Diamond rings glitter on every finger as Amit slips them into place – emerald cut, princess cut, round brilliant – each one a symbol of Priya's extravagant generosity bestowed upon her devoted bride husband. Toes glitter with toe rings adorning dainty digits while a large diamond belly button ring catches the light filtering through sheer curtains.

Amit applies makeup with trembling hands in the soft glow of recessed lighting illuminating his vanity table – false lashes, mascara, eyeliner, kohl darkening eyes until they smolder with promise. Blush dusts high cheekbones as he sucks in a shaky breath lest Priya find fault with any perceived imperfection marring an otherwise flawless visage.

Foundation smooths porcelain skin until it's luminous under the soft lights while lipstick stains pouty lips a deep crimson that offsets his fairness. Nail polish is applied in meticulous strokes – glitter, shimmer, matte all gleaming dully as Amit admires the finished product in their full-length mirror.

Amit affixes a larger pink bindi adorning his furrowed brow with kumkum paste before smearing sindoor in a thicker streak across his hair parting to proclaim Priya's superiority over him. Anklets tinkle merrily as he kicks off stilettos kicked aside earlier, slipping dainty feet into a fresh pair glittering with diamonds.

He admires his reflection critically in the full-length mirror – saree draping voluptuously over slender curves accentuated by a taut midriff and trim waist nipped in under layers of petticoats. Bangles jangle and earrings sway fetchingly as he turns this way and that to ensure every angle is perfect for Priya's homecoming.

Amit lingers before the full-length mirror, admiring his reflection critically from every angle – saree draping voluptuously over slender curves accentuated by a taut midriff and trim waist nipped in under layers of petticoats. Bangles jangle and earrings sway fetchingly as he turns this way and that to ensure each detail is flawless.

He flushes prettily at the sheer amount of glittering diamonds adorning his person – nose ring, navel stud, toe rings all glittering dully under recessed lighting illuminating their cavernous bedroom suite. Anklets tinkle melodiously with every step over plush carpeting while the scent of his perfume perfumes the air around him sweetly.

Amit rushes out to greet Priya as their private elevator opens directly into the foyer, anklets tinkling and bangles jangling with every step over marble tiles. He falls to his knees before her reverently, trembling hands grasping the hem of her designer dress lest she dismiss him out of hand.

Amit rises gracefully to his feet, grasping Priya's designer handbag and empty lunchbox in slender hands tipped with glittering rings that wink dully under the recessed lights illuminating their penthouse foyer. Anklets tinkle melodiously as he glides alongside Priya in 6" stilettos. Priya walks comfortably beside him clad in flat shoes, slender feet encased in sheer stockings.

"My bride husband," she purrs, voice dripping with condescension even as Amit flushes prettily at the praise. "You look ravishing this evening – a vision in pink."

Priya settles herself gracefully onto their plush leather sofa, crossing long legs clad in sheer stockings that catch the light filtering through floor-to-ceiling windows wrapping two walls of their penthouse apartment. She extends a slender hand imperiously towards Amit who kneels before her reverently.

"My bride husband," Priya commands brusquely without glancing up from her mobile device where she scrolls through social media feeds with manicured fingers, "prepare me some chai.”

Amit glides in towering stilettos, anklets tinkling and bangles jangling melodiously with every step over marble tiles gleaming dully under recessed lights. He sets about preparing Priya's chai.

Amit glances out the floor-to-ceiling windows wrapping two walls of their penthouse apartment to see that dusk has fallen and the moon shines brightly against a clear sky. He turns to Priya with trembling hands clasped together imploringly under his chin.

“PriyaJi," he whispers fervently, "may I perform karwachauth pooja now?”

Priya regards him with benevolent indulgence before nodding once. "Very well," she purrs imperiously, "go ahead then.”

Amit totters towards their balcony as Priya follows him there. He chants mantras, and holds her face in front of moon using sieve, signaling the end of karwachauth fast. Amit leans forward reverently to touch his hands at the soft leather of Priya's designer flats.

Amit drinks cool water that soothes his parched throat even, as Priya holds the glass on his ruby lips. She picks up a sweet, and holds it to his lips, ending his fast.

Amit scrambles off to kitchen, he emerges from their kitchen laden with trays piled high with offerings of food, anklets tinkling and bangles jangling with every click of his heels over marble tiles gleaming dully under recessed lighting.

Tears prickle eyes as Priya holds a spoonfull of sabji on his lips. The meal ends as Priya gets up from the chair.

“Amit, follow me to my bedroom.” Amit scrambles obediently towards their cavernous bedroom suite at Priya's imperious command.

Priya retrieves a large velvet box from their walk-in closet draped in plush silk, the fabric sliding sinfully over Amit's skin as she presses it into trembling hands.

Inside rests a bridal saree draped artfully over sheer chiffon underneath – shimmering gold threaded with intricate embroidery. Beside it lies an ornate diamond necklace glinting under recessed lights illuminating every surface.

He touches Priya's feet devotedly with shaking hands tipped in glittering rings before kissing them fervently. "Thank you for these blessed gifts.”

Priya reaches out imperiously to pluck one of Amit's dangling earrings between slender fingers tipped in crimson lacquer, admiring how the glittering diamonds catch the light filtering through their floor-to-ceiling windows. She dangles it this way and that, marveling at how they swing fetchingly against flushed cheeks even as he flushes prettily under her scrutiny.

"My bride husband," Priya purrs appreciatively, "these earrings are absolutely stunning – so long and tinkling." Her voice drips with condescension even as Amit ducks his head shyly. Priya reaches up to finger the jeweled noserings screwed into flared nostrils, admiring how they stretch his nose in a way that accentuates his femininity even further. "Such big and sparkly," she coos murmurs approvingly under her breath.

"I want you to present yourself like this every day in the evening from now on." Her voice brooks no argument.

"As you wish, PriyaJi.” he cooes shyly.

As night descends and their penthouse apartment grows dimly lit by recessed lighting, Amit settles himself gingerly on the floor besides her bed, as Priya lounges languidly on her bed, a hardcover book resting open on her lap as she turns pages immersed in the novel. Amit starts pressing her legs. Only sound in the room are Amit’s bangle jingling and rustling of pages.

"I am blessed to have you as my wife – my goddess.” Amit purrs.

"My obedient bride husband," Priya purrs approvingly even as Amit trembles anxiously at the touch, "you please me so. I am so happy to have met such an obedient husband.”

Tears prickle his eyes, as they both feel content in their roles.