Ela concentrated on the pale paving stones. They had been worn smooth by generations of feet. She stepped slowly from one stone to another, not looking up. She felt very alone, even though she was surrounded by dozens of people, all of whom were celebrating. But it was not her job to dance and sing with them. Her only job was to keep her eyes down and try to look beautiful. She had no trouble accomplishing the former, but she certainly didn't feel beautiful tonight, despite her elaborate dressings. She felt scared and sad and unloved.
Finally, as the first streaks of pink announced the dawn, the festivities were over. She was married... But she didn't feel any different than she had the day before. Just very tired. Her mother escorted her to a car waiting outside, kissed her goodbye and tried to hide her tears.
The past 10 days were a blur. A stranger had come to see her father, some livestock were delivered and she was told that an arrangement had been made. At 25 she was not highly sought after as a wife, and she'd assumed she would take care of her parents until they died and then move in with one of her sisters' families. She was comfortable with this plan. But just a few days ago, her father's words had changed all of that. "A man has made an offer for your hand." He'd told her. "His name is Manu."
Ela followed Manu into the house, her house now. She had been tense the whole journey from the ceremony, and she walked stiffly. She looked around, but all she could think about was sleeping. "I know you are tired, you can sleep if you'd like." She cautiously lifted her eyes, unsure of what she had just heard. She had assumed that she'd be cooking a meal, since it was late morning, but Manu had just told her she could sleep. She moved her gaze slowly up towards her husband's face. He was smiling at her and she couldn't deny that he looked very kind. She felt an urge to smile back at him, but she wasn't quite ready for that. "I would love to take a nap."
When Ela woke up it was dark outside and she was disoriented. She had no idea what time it was, or even what day. But when she felt someone lying next to her, it all came rushing back. She looked over at Manu, sleeping beside her. She now had a chance to study him. He appeared to be about 10 years older than her. Ela couldn't deny that he was handsome. This thought surprised her, but what surprised her more was that she was not scared of him. She was comfortable so close to him, even excited.
Ela slowly reached over and touched Manu's hair. He didn't stir. She touched his cheeks and his nose, fascinated by his nearness and the fact that she was allowed to touch him. She brushed her fingers lightly over his lips, exploring their smooth curves. He responded by parting his lips slightly and barely touching her fingers with the tip of this tongue. Ela's pulse quickened, but she didn't remove her hand. Manu reached up and took her hand in his and began to cover it with tender kisses. Ela had never been touched so lovingly. She closed her eyes and relaxed, enjoying the sensation.