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### **Bimalendra Mishra – The End of the Wedding Night**  

The wedding had taken place in the afternoon. The groom and bride followed the priest’s instructions, performing various religious rituals—sometimes holding the bride’s toe, sometimes feeding each other yogurt. There was laughter and playful banter between the families. Slowly, the bride and groom began to know each other.  

The same day, the time came for the bride to leave her home. Her family’s faces were somber. The music started playing, and the bride grew uneasy. Her mind swirled with thoughts—this was the moment of separation from her family, the beginning of life in a stranger’s home. The groom, Subodh, was also conflicted. This wasn’t a love marriage; neither fully understood the other’s heart.  

The music grew louder. Tears welled in the eyes of the bride’s relatives. Soon, the house was empty. The bride was led away, dancing and singing to the rhythm of the wedding tunes. This was no longer her childhood home—the place where she was born, raised, and played. Now, it was just a memory. Her husband walked beside her, a man she barely knew, yet the one who would now be closest to her. She felt a mix of excitement and fear.  

Suhag Raat

Night fell. Sindhu was welcomed into her new home with more customs and traditions. Everyone was happy, and the night deepened. She was taken to the groom’s room, the door closing behind her. Inside the dimly lit chamber, her heart pounded. The windows were covered, the curtains drawn. She sat quietly, unsure how to speak to this man she had just met.  

The wedding night—the first night a couple spends together, a night meant to be unforgettable, the beginning of a lifelong bond, a tradition passed down through generations.  

But for Subodh, this wasn’t his first wedding night. His first had ended in pain. Months earlier, he had married another woman, only for her to confess that her heart belonged to someone else. That night had been a nightmare, leaving him fearful of wedding nights since.  

The hours passed. Sindhu had heard stories from friends—some sweet, some terrifying. One friend’s husband had been drunk and violent on their wedding night. The thought frightened her, but Subodh seemed kind. They had taken vows before the sacred fire, bound in a new life together. Slowly, trust began to grow between them.  

Subodh gently lifted her veil, his fingers brushing against her bangles. His touch was tender, comforting. Sindhu began to feel at ease, as if he wasn’t a stranger anymore. She started speaking, her voice soft. The night deepened, and Subodh invited her to the bed, but she hesitated. He took her hand, guiding her gently. She laughed shyly.  

*"Shh… what kind of man are you?"* she teased.  

Morning arrived. The night was over. Birds chirped outside as Sindhu lay in bed, lost in a new emotion. Both she and Subodh felt something profound—a sense of devotion to each other. Her hair was tousled, her smile warm as she combed it back. Subodh grinned back, his heart light.  

This wedding night had not brought him pain. Instead, it had been joyful.  

And so, the night came to a sweet end.