When abhi went to marry Manju, his motherin law Santhi put in some rules …

Abhi was happy. After three years of searching, the marriage was finally fixed.
He was twenty-nine, a civil engineer working as a project manager in a big construction firm. Average-looking, neither particularly sharp nor particularly dashing. He had never had a proper girlfriend. He was not a virgin either. Years earlier, while still studying, he and his cousin sister had explored each other for six months. Both of them had been virgins. They had played, learned, and enjoyed themselves until graduation pulled them apart. After that the encounters became rarer—occasional women he met on work trips, nothing more. He lived with his retired father and mother in a typical middle-class home.
His younger brother had finished medical studies and was working in Pune. Abhi travelled often for work. Finding a bride had been difficult. The girls he liked did not choose him; the ones whose families agreed often failed the horoscope match. Then Manju appeared.
Manju was twenty-six, a dentist practising in a private hospital. Her family was also middle-class. Father, Mr Sharma, worked in a bank. Mother, Santhi, was a housewife. Elder sister Soumya had married an engineer named Ratheesh who worked in the Gulf; she was home after delivering their first child six months earlier. Sharma’s elder brother Babu and his wife Divya lived next door. Their only son Sandeep was in Europe.
The day of the formal meeting, Abhi’s parents Abhishek and Preetha came with him to Manju’s house. Sharma, Santhi, Soumya, Babu and Divya were all present. Abhi and Manju spoke alone on the terrace for nearly an hour. She was not strikingly beautiful. Simple features, neither thin nor heavy, with a solid, well-proportioned body. Her manner of speaking matched her appearance—quiet, straightforward.
At the end Abhi said, “I am going to ask something personal. I want a frank answer. I like you. That is why I am asking. I never had girlfriends, but that does not mean I have been completely clean. I have had my share of fun.” He winked. “I would not mind if you had yours either. Whatever your past is, I do not care. But I will only be your husband if you accept me fully. Think about it and tell me through your parents.”
Manju nodded and said she felt confident for now, but she would confirm later.
The next day Sharma called and said they were ready for the marriage, but first Abhi needed to speak directly with Santhi. Everyone found the request strange, yet they agreed. Abhi phoned her. She told him to come alone the following day before noon.
He arrived. Manju had already left for the clinic. Only Santhi and Soumya were home. After the usual polite talk, Santhi grew visibly restless. She signalled her elder daughter. Soumya murmured that the baby was crying and needed milk, then left the room.
Santhi looked at Abhi. “What I am going to ask may sound strange. I need truthful answers.”
When he agreed, she continued. “You told Manju you have had fun before. I want to know the details. When, with whom, how many women?”
Abhi was stunned. His future mother-in-law was asking him this. He hesitated. She kept pressing until she promised that nothing he said would affect the marriage. Only then did he speak. He told her about the six months with his cousin. He admitted the occasional women on work trips.
Santhi laughed softly. “You are still very inexperienced.”
She went on. “Listen carefully. This is important for both you and Manju. You may find us strange. You may decide you do not want this relationship after hearing me. That is your right. But I have to say it.
“My daughter is still a virgin. She has had two boyfriends. With both of them she went as far as oral sex—she sucked them, they sucked her. But neither of them ever entered her. I know this because I spoke to both boys myself and confirmed it. Her hymen tore years ago from dance classes. Vegetables—cucumbers, brinjals, carrots—have been inside her, but never a man.
“I am certain you have no disease, but I still want you to get tested before any final decision.
“Now the family matter. In our family there is a tradition. I do not know how old it is. It is my duty to make sure my daughter will be happy. So I want you to have sex with me. I need to know how you are in bed and how you will treat her. I will surrender completely. I will do whatever you ask. In our family the women are raised to be like that for their husbands. We have taught Manju the same.
“The entire family will be the same way toward yours. I have already been with Soumya’s husband Ratheesh, with his father, and with his father’s two brothers. Ratheesh’s father still takes me whenever he visits. His mother was happy to give herself to my husband. Because we are the girl’s side, we stay below the son-in-law’s family. Ratheesh’s father’s elder brother once asked for Divya. She agreed. Soumya is also available to several men in Ratheesh’s family. Ratheesh has given her full freedom.
“I know this sounds unusual, especially now. But we are content with it. Last year another man liked Manju. I made him the same offer. He had a small penis and finished in five minutes. We stopped the alliance.
“Do not worry about my health. I get tested every six months.
“Why do we do this? Most marriages break because of sex. It is a basic need, like food or water. Men usually need variety more than women. When the women on our side also receive it, everyone stays happier. After marriage, if you want any woman in our family, she will not refuse unless her own husband objects. The same rule applies the other way. If anyone from your side—especially your father—asks for me, I will not refuse. Manju understands all of this. She has seen it. After marriage she will sleep with whoever you permit, and only with your permission.
“That is everything. If you want to continue, first get the medical tests, then come and have sex with me. If you say no, I will have no regrets. Think properly and call me yourself.”
She stood, opened the door, and asked him to leave.
Abhi walked out with his mind full.

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