Harem, a Dark Erotic Novelette by Jet M

Author:Jet, M [Jet, M]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Headtrip Productions
Published: 2014-10-05T07:00:00+00:00

Part 5

Six months raced by and brought me careening into the eve of my wedding. Padma had every moment of my day planned for primping and preparing. She told me she hoped I'd had my fill of Shekhar the previous night as I wouldn't be seeing him again until I was walking down the aisle to him.

Oh how I bit my tongue to refrain from telling just how much I had in fact had my fill of the bastard.

I moved through the day in a blur. I was far beyond tears by the time that day rolled around. My mind lived in the place that was just before madness. I was pliant and willing to be led around by Padma from one function to the next. I lay nude on a table in the salon as workers covered my body in the paste made of turmeric and honey. After I was left to soak in that, I was then washed in a bath or fragrant rose water. Next they washed, waxed, and brushed every inch of my hair, preparing and cleaning it to be elaborately styled in the morning. Then numerous artists worked to cover my legs, feet, arms, and hands in gorgeous henna art. It was late that night when I was finally allowed to go to sleep for a few short hours.

Padma had me up before the sun the morning of my wedding. I followed her like a puppy through another lengthy session of beautifying until finally at noon, I was fully prepared to meet my soon to be husband for our wedding ceremony. I stood before the mirror and gasped at my own reflection.

My large black eyes never looked more alluring with the rich and artful smoky makeup. Plump lips were colored crimson and seemed to invite a kiss. My slim body shimmered in the silky white saree that was covered with thousands of delicate, glinting crystals. It swept the floor and only when I took a step were my beautifully decorated bare feet visible. My hair was styled in a large bun comprised of a thousand perfect ringlets at the nape of my long neck. A jewel encrusted, golden shringar perched delicately atop my head, tracing my hairline, and scooping to the middle of my forehead in a cluster of diamonds. A heavy gold and diamond collar graced my slender neck and matching diamond earring dripped from my ear lobes. Elaborate haathpools of more gold and diamonds adorned my wrists and fingers. As a finishing touch, Padma inserted a nath, or nose ring into my nose. The effect was complete. I was the vision of the perfect bride.

And inside I was dying.

Padma put her hands on my shoulders as she stared at me in the mirror.

"My darling, Gita," Padma said. "I knew as soon as I first saw you that you would be the one my son would choose. And you will be so perfect. This harem has never in all my years known a woman who could come close to your beauty.

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