Bride and Groom (🔞)

As the door clicked shut behind him, leaving him alone with his thoughts. Ishan felt a peculiar mix of excitement and dread. He had never been with a woman, let alone a man, and here he was, dressed and ready for his wedding night.

His heart thumped in his chest as he sat on the opulent bed, surrounded by the fragrance of fresh jasmine. His eyes were drawn to his reflection in the ornate mirror across the room. He couldn't believe he was staring at a bride.

His chest, once a forest of curly thick hair, now lay smooth and bare, adorned with two massive breast forms making it look like he had smuggled two watermelons under his shirt. The sheer scale of them took his breath away, and he couldn't help but stare.

They jiggled and swayed with every movement, looking almost impossibly real. Ishan couldn't resist the urge to bounce them up and down, just to see how long it would take for them to get tired and stop.

'From sunny deol to sunny leone, what a great transformation you have my boy Ishan'

His manhood, confined by the tight lingerie, seemed to protest the whole ordeal. It was as if it was trying to break free and remind him that despite the dress-up, he was still very much a man.

The tinkling of his anklet was the only sound in the otherwise quiet room as he stood and took tentative steps towards the mirror. The red chooda on his wrist jingled with each movement, a reminder of his new status.

"I wonder what goes through the bride's mind at her first night. Do they stare at their own breast like it.. Maybe not "

His hand reached up to touch the vermilion line on his forehead, a symbol of his union with Aryan. The irony wasn't lost on him - a straight man with a penchant for breasts, now married to a man who could never experience that particular thrill.

"Well, if nothing else," he murmured, "this will be one hell of a story to tell the grandkids."

Ishan's eyes were drawn to his chest, where his hand hovered, fingers twitching. The lacy fabric of the lingerie did little to hide the outline of his erect cock, which strained against the confines of the panties. He couldn't help but chuckle at the absurdity of the situation.Here he was, in a room that could have been plucked straight from a Bollywood set, about to consummate a marriage with a man, and his body was acting as if it had never heard of the concept of being straight.

He took a deep breath and brought his second hand to cup his own breast, feeling the silky material against his palm. The bangles adorning his wrist jingled with the motion, sending a shiver down his spine.

"I should not be doing this," he murmured to his reflection, half-ashamed and half-excited. Yet, his hand remained on his breast, his thumb grazing the sensitive nipple, sending a jolt of pleasure through him.

He knew he should stop, that he should be preparing for his new life as Aryan's wife, but his curiosity and arousal were too strong to resist.

He watched himself in the mirror, the soft light playing across his skin, the red chooda standing out starkly against his fair hand.

"Fuck it! I really need a release right now," he thought, his breathing growing heavier as he cupped his chest more firmly. He felt a twinge of guilt, knowing that his body was responding to the situation in ways it never had before.

His cock pressed against the fabric of his panties, begging for attention. He looked around the room, searching for something, anything, that could help him find relief.

As his left hand slowly drifted down to give his desperate member a gentle squeeze, a sudden knock on the door sent a jolt of panic through him.

'Shit! Someone's at the door'

He quickly pulled his hand away from his groin and called out, "Wait, coming!"

His voice was a mix of urgency and embarrassment. He took a deep breath and composed himself as best he could. The door handle turned, and his heart raced.

'Go back down Little ishan!!, The Raichands wont be pleased to see the bride's thing hanging out like this'

As the door opened, Ishan's eyes met Aryan's, who was seated in his wheelchair, flanked by his three assistants. The man standing behind Aryan's wheelchair caught Ishan's attention, his creepy expression making Ishan cringe in disgust.

'Is he looking at my chest?... What a creepy bastard''

Ishan quickly tried to cover himself, feeling a sense of unease under the man's gaze.

Aryan's voice broke the silence, "Get me on my bed and leave."

Ishan noticed that Aryan had been drinking, his eyes glassy and his speech slightly slurred. The assistants quickly obliged, lifting Aryan out of his wheelchair and placing him on the bed, which was decorated with roses and white lilies.

As the assistants filed out of the room, the fat woman turned to Ishan and said,

"Good night, Baba" her voice dripping with a greasy grin. Ishan felt a shiver run down his spine as he watched her leave, "Enjoy your first night, Radhika ma'am,"

"Are you okay, man?" Ishan asked Aryan, trying to initiate a conversation.

But Aryan just shouted,

"Fuck off! And get out of here," his voice laced with anger and intoxication.

Ishan felt a surge of frustration, "Dude, like it or not, it's my room too from now on," he said, his voice firm but controlled.

Aryan just squinted his eyes, "Whatever, just turn off the light," he muttered.

Ishan walked over to the light switch, his anklet and bangles making a soft jingling sound as he moved. As he turned off the light and returned to bed, he caught Aryan looking at him, half-asleep.

Aryan's eyes seemed fixed on Ishan's chest, and Ishan felt a jolt of electricity run through his body. The delicate lace of the nightdress seemed to accentuate his curves, making him feel both awkward and sensual.

'Dude you are making it more awkward than it already is'

He tried to look away, but his eyes were drawn back to Aryan's face, sensing a hunger in his eyes. Aryan looked away realising his mistake. Ishan too made awkward steps back to the bed.

"Don't try to take advantage of the situation, you understand", Ishan said trying to sound serious hiding his awkwardness, "its not real marriage, and I am not a real girl... So just stay away"

"And how am I supposed to do it?", aryan replied gesturing with his eyes towards his paralysed body, "With my eyes?"

"Whatever.. just look away alright", Ishan blurted out, as he laid facing away from his husband.

'First day ends, 364 days to go'