Sahithi's Adventures

Inspecting The Bride

Komali’s mother entered the room where Komali and Sahithi were waiting. As soon as she saw that Komali was ready with the tray of tea, she nodded her head in satisfaction.

“They are calling for Komali. Let’s go.” Komali stepped out of the room, followed by her mother, who looked at Sahithi and added. “You stay here.” Sahithi was confused but nodded her head. She couldn’t understand why she had been asked to stay back though she felt it might be a bit of jealousy. Was she more beautiful than the bride? She could only shake her head and let it go.

She continued to watch the scene that unfolded before her eyes. Komali was serving tea to the guests, offering the last cup to the prospective groom, who was staring at her with a smile as he took the cup. His fingers brushed her hand as he took the cup into his hands, eliciting a shiver from her, making her almost drop the tray and a deep shade of pink in her cheeks.

She sat on the mat glancing at the boy, blushing when he secretly smiled at her. The elders were watching the duo that would perhaps be united in marriage if everything went off well. The girl’s father was most hopeful of a positive outcome from all this exercise. The boy’s mother, however, was looking at the girl with a shrewd eye, perhaps assessing her worth to be her son’s bride.

“What is your name girl?”

“Komali.” She answered respectfully.

“What dishes can you prepare?”

“Whatever is needed to fill the stomach without having to expose the financial position of the family.” The boy’s mother looked at the other two women who had come with her; they seemed to approve of the diplomatic answer, indicating that the girl was clever and was willing to adjust without fuss.

“Have you ever fallen ill?”

“Health has never been my weakness.”

“Your daughter should have been an advisor to the king, bavagaru (brother-in-law).” The boy’s father remarked. “She seems to be skilled at measured answers.” The girl's father could only smile politely in return. He was afraid of offending the boy’s father.

A few more questions were asked and then there was silence for a few minutes. The three women at the boy’s side seemed to be communicating silently. After a few minutes of heavy tension on both sides, the boy’s mother finally spoke in a firm voice reflecting her confidence in getting her way.

“We need to speak with the girl in private.” Komali’s mother looked at her husband, who nodded his head.

“Sure, vadina garu(sister-in-law).” She turned to Komali. “Daughter, take them into your room.”

“Yes mother.” Komali got up and looked at the boy’s mother, who nodded her head and followed the prospective bride to her room where Sahithi had been watching everything.

“Close the door and bolt it.” The boy’s mother ordered Sahithi, who complied with the order, a bit bewildered. The three women sat on the bed while Komali was standing in front of them with her gaze on the floor. Sahithi was transfixed at the door, afraid to move. Her sixth sense told her something was going to happen there.

“Remove your saree.” Komali raised her head and looked at the woman in shock. She had not expected this.

“Has your mother ever taught you to obey your elders?”

“Yes but.....”

“But, what? Will you obey or not?”

“Y-Yes.” Komali raised a shaking hand, removing the safety pins of her saree, letting it drop on the floor. She instinctively covered her bosom with her hands, standing with her head down, her cheeks red as a ripe tomato. Sahithi noticed a frown on the elderly woman’s house.

“Are you trying to make me angry?” Komali lifted her head in surprise.

“No. I would never dream of it.”

“Then why are you covering those?” she asked, fixing her with a serious expression sending a shiver down Komali’s spine, making her gulp nervously. Komali slowly removed her hands, revealing two stiff pyramids poking forward behind her blouse. The three women looked at Komali and then at each other.

“Take it off!” Komali looked at them with a blank expression. “Take off your blouse girl.” The atmosphere was now tense as both Sahithi and Komali were afraid and nervous, unable to comprehend what was happening. Komali fumbled with the hooks of her blouse, unable to remove even one as her hands were shaking badly.

“Help her.” Sahithi jerked out her thoughts and walked to Komali as if in a trance and then removed her friend’s blouse, the latter looking at her gratefully. The expression confused Sahithi even more, as she couldn’t understand why any girl would allow herself to be humiliated like that. Though there were no men in the room, it was very uncomfortable and demeaning having to strip before unknown females.

Nevertheless, when the blouse was dropped, two firm br***ts appeared looking like perfect pyramids, the ni***es jutting out pointedly. Sahithi was surprised to see that. ‘Was her friend enjoying this?’ she thought. The women looked at each other again and nodded their heads as if approving of what they saw.

“Show us the rest.” There was a momentary confusion on Komali’s face, but Sahithi saved her trouble by pulling the string of her underskirt for her, revealing two shapely thighs that were as firm as the trunks of a banana tree. These had been separated by a mound of black hair that made the three women smile.

“Turn back.” Komali obliged, showing a smooth back curving into a slender waist rising into two mounds of round bu****ks.

“Come here.” The boy’s mother stared between Komali’s legs, making her blush deeply in embarrassment. No one had actually made her strip like this, examining her like a doll. “Lie down on the bed.”

The second woman ran her hand on Komali’s thighs as if testing their strength, then spread them wide open, exposing her p***y fully. She then proceeded to rub it for a while making her gasp in shock as a sweet sensation spread throughout her body. She felt herself becoming wet despite not wanting to as the woman ran a finger over the two lips, her juices trickling down her legs, increasing her embarrassment.

“Get dressed.” Sahithi felt like beating the crap out of the three women but controlled herself, helping a shaking Komali into her clothes. As soon as she was dressed, the women went out.

Author’s Note: In the olden days, elderly women, including the prospective groom’s mother, would really inspect the prospective bride when they went to see her. The practice is now discontinued. I am not sure about the fingering part, but I added it as it felt appropriate in this scene.