I am Ishrat.
That first night as a married couple left me feeling strange and empty inside. Today was supposed to be special — our suhaag raat — but because I was pregnant, I couldn't give myself to Sadab the way a new bride should. It felt wrong, like something important was missing on such an important day.
Although deep down I knew it was wrong, I still made a decision.
I quietly called my elder sister Sabiha into the room. Sabiha is two years older than me. In most Indian families, the big sister marries first, but because of what Sadab and I had done, my wedding happened before hers. She came in, looking concerned, and asked softly, "Ishrat, what happened? Why did you call me?"
I hesitated for a moment, then told her everything — how Sadab was my husband now, how I was pregnant, and how I couldn't let him have sex on our first night. "He shouldn't feel deprived on such a special day," I whispered. "So… I want you to serve him. Give him the pleasure of the first night."
Sabiha's eyes widened in shock. "What are you saying, Ishrat?!" she hissed angrily. "Have you gone mad?"
I looked down, then gathered courage and said, "Sister… I have seen Sadab's photos saved on your mobile. I never said anything. I also saw you… touching yourself while looking at his pictures. Now I am giving you a chance. Instead of just fantasising, you can do it directly with him."
Hearing this, Sabiha became completely shocked. She stood there silent, her face turning red.
After a long pause, she quietly closed the door behind her and walked towards Sadab.
Sadab looked confused and turned to me. "Ish… what is this?"
I forced a small smile and said, "It's okay, Sadu. She is my sister. She has the same blood, same qualities as me. Please… it's fine."
Sadab hesitated for a few seconds, looking between us, but then he nodded slowly. He stepped closer to Sabiha and started undressing her gently. Sabiha was shy, her cheeks burning with embarrassment, but she didn't stop him. She stood there trembling as he removed her clothes one by one.
Right in front of my eyes, on our wedding night, Sadab took my elder sister Sabiha's virginity. He was gentle at first, kissing her softly, then he entered her. Sabiha gasped and held onto him tightly. I sat on the side of the bed, watching everything — the way he moved on top of her, the sounds she made, the way her body responded.
That night, he fucked her five times. Every single time, he came inside her, leaving his sperm deep in her womb. Sabiha moaned his name, her shyness slowly turning into pleasure. I watched it all, feeling a strange mix of happiness and satisfaction that my husband was not left wanting on our first night.
But as the night went on and I saw them together again and again, a heavy feeling started growing in my chest. I told myself I had done something good for my husband, but deep inside I knew — I had just made the biggest mistake of my life. A mistake that would quietly change everything forever.
I am Ishrat — now a wife, soon a mother, and the girl who had willingly invited her own sister into her marriage on the very first night.
I didn't realise then how much this one decision would alter our lives.