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Surprisingly, next time never came. For the rest of your time in India, Vijay didn’t try to initiate sex once. After you painful and embarrassing first time you weren’t sure if he had lost interest in you or was too scared to try that again. Either way you had no interest in being the instigator after the first debacle. So instead, you spent the few weeks you had in India getting to know your in laws, learning how to cook your husbands’ favorite meals in the short time you had, and trying to get to know your new spouse better before you headed back to Canada. While you in-laws were nice enough, and you were a natural cook those things came easy. Getting to know your husband on the other hand was much more difficult.

As much as you tried to initiate conversations, he excused himself like a scared puppy. You weren’t sure how this was going to work if he wouldn’t even look at you for more than five seconds. And before you could think of a solution, you were boarding headed back to YYZ airport. You knew at home you would get to see your family again, who had departed early. Secretly, you hoped you had made them proud by marrying the man they had selected for you. Your whole life you had been raised for this moment, and now you had done it. The had to be proud of you now, right?

At home you knew that your parents had purchased a 2 bedroom apartment in Brampton for you to stay as newly weds after your husbands’ immigration paper work was done. In the meantime, you knew it was your job to set up your new home. Your parents had promised your husband a startup allowance and a job at your father’s company as part of the dowry. So an income was settled. You figured you wouldn’t be allowed to work, they expectation was housewife and you didn’t question that order. All that was left in your mind was furnishing your new home and enjoying the time you had as a newly free woman. With your husband staying in India for the time being, you had at least a few months to enjoy all the perks of being a married woman, with no husband to set the rules. Would you even have the courage to do something mischievous?