A Girl Raped On Her Wedding Night Part 8a

Car was moving along with a descent speed, outside it was dark, very dark apart from the other side light was coming from passing vehicles. My own thoughts were not letting me sleep. Karan had said sorry to me, he knew what had happened that night and at least he looked sorry himself while saying it. I wanted to sleep badly but my mind was busy and it was questioning me. What should I do? Believe him? Forgive him?
I wish Pooja didi would have been traveling with me, I could have asked her opinion. Alone in the car my mind was pulling me in two sides, one in favor of Karan and second against him. I badly wanted to sleep and now while reconsidering I think that even if Pooja didi was with me, how could I have discussed with her with the family around? May be when we reach our destination I will talk to her. But before that I had lots of questions
Is he seriously sorry or he just said that whatever his reasons may be for saying it.
Should I give him a second chance??
Was I ready to get that second chance for my marriage?
I wasn’t ready to analyze all the questions yet. I know they are many small things I haven’t yet analyzed, I promised myself I will do it later my mind was throwing questions at me but my body was tired. Ignoring all the questions I rested my head on the seat adjusted myself as much as I could and closed my eyes. I wanted a bed soft and inviting but you don’t get everything you want so I let sleep take me in.

Karan POV

Finally she was sleeping; good for her. She needed the rest. She was thinking too much and that was my own fault. My apology threw her off balance; I wanted her off balance if she thought too much she might decide she doesn’t want me and that was not an option for me. Hell! I didn’t even want to think about her leaving me; I have to make her stay. I do not love her YET but I need the chance and I’ll make sure I deserve that chance. I have taken the first step and will continue further, she looked so peaceful just like a baby while sleeping. How I could have not seen her innocence that night, no wonder people say liquor change people, it sure did. I would not touch drinks now that would be a promise to her from me. If I have hurt her today I might hurt someone in the same drunken state so I better avoid it. My thoughts train was stopped by a halt when I saw around we were in at the petrol pump and driver had gone ahead for gas. With nothing more to do I climbed out of the car, as we still had some time before we reached our destination thinking the same I stretched and went to the side where Kanak was sleeping right now. Everyone in the car was sleeping but I was more interested in her, she was curled opposite the window to protect herself from the cold night’s wind. She hadn’t closed the window but kept it open but she was not protected by anything for the cold. So I have to take initiative, walking towards the back of the car after some search I found a blanket I opened the door and covered Kanak with Rishi in her lap. She only snuggled in the blanket and slept peacefully, I watched around fuel was taken and driver had gone to relieve his bladder. Standing in cold I was just looking at Kanak , I had an impulse of kissing her on the lips. But no last time she was asleep when i had made my move, next time when I will start something she will be awake and aware of me. So I resisted myself by touching her cheek and went to sit with the driver as the driver approached the car.

In the Morning

She was in a big wide bed surrounded by big cute pink teddy bears. She was hugging one of them and was content in sleeping. But someone was asking her to wake up which was so unfair she snuggled more to the puppy she wanted be there with the soft fur to comfort her. It was the shake and jolt which woke me up, I was still trying to order my thoughts and I saw I was alone in the car and in front of me Pooja did was standing and smiling at me behind her Karan was grinning at me. I have had my share of embarrassing moments but this was THE most embarrassing moments, my mom always used to say I sleep like a dead person. I managed to open the door and came out and the blanket fell to the ground quickly I bent and took the blanket. I could not remember taking a blanket may be someone from the family must have put it over me. I gathered my left over dignity and stood in front of Pooja didi who still had a smile on her face. I could handle didi and there would not be any embarrassment if it was only her, but it was because of that idiot Karan, why no one was calling him, he stood there behind didi smiling at some joke.
"I am sorry, I didn’t get up maybe I slept more I think. You should have woke me up earlier"
Smiling Pooja didi said "That’s okay, you don’t have to be embarrassed and Karan told me that you had slept in late. We weren’t going to disturb you but you need to freshen up and get ready for the blessings that’s the reason we have come here"
If I was embarrassed first this was beyond description, Karan had noticed me in the car but why did he have to go ahead to tell didi. I ignored him and looked at didi.
"I am sorry because of me we might be late for the Pooja you show me the way I’ll freshen up"
I didn’t want to be the cause of the delay in the ritual ahead.
If didi was smiling before now she laughed out loud and came near me.
"I was only teasing and there is no big hurry as such, you both only have to pray here as you are married and you are new to the family. Then after that it’s only introductions around the village, so loosen up OK, no one is mad at you"
I was kind of relieved, the luggages were taken out of the car and now we (me and Pooja) were heading towards the house. It was a typical Gujarati house with wooden small door where you have to bend and get inside. Inside at first a large area where on left side bathrooms were made after that a spacious veranda. House was large with nearly 10 rooms. And all rooms were spacious with homemade decorative things made by the women of the house. I was looking at various things made by them and appreciating them while going towards mine, rooms were taken by family members and they were unpacking. As expected there was chill in the air and fog had yet to clear. I entered a room with a narrow barely double bed with a small closet. My stuff was there before me and it was waiting for me. Didi asked me to shower and change in the new clothes before she could leave I stopped her.

"Didi, I wanted ask you something. If after a mistake someone says sorry should he be forgiven?"
"Kanak, the question you asked can have many answers but I know you are talking about Karan. I am glad to hear that he has apologized, without being biased I’ll advise you to give him one chance and then make a decision"
Thinking about what didi said I went for a hot shower and came out refreshed; hot water had washed the stiffness from the ride. I was looking forward to…..to ……..I never would have thought I can be at loss of words but right now I could only look. Karan was drying himself with a towel and he was wearing one of the towels around his waist his back was towards me that was quite okay with me. He was not the type you see in movies or read in books, he was built but not too built and his legs looked strong he had hair on it. It’s not like I have never seen a guy’s naked legs but this was different I knew the basics of sex and I had expected pain and excitement, I had experienced the pain that night this was purely excitement. I should have gone out and give him privacy but we were married the people in house would not understand why I came out. But I knew that was an excuse to look at him rubbing his chest with towel he turned and my heart did a nice summersault. I wanted to help him getting dry as dry my mouth was, I wanted to kiss him just beside the spot where his pulse was beating. Iit started beating faster as he noticed me looking at him and the movement of drying stopped. He was standing there looking back at me.