Free Harem, a Dark Erotic Novelette by M Jet Page A

I already had a large bosom.  Though I still was never allowed to expose my face, my parents put a lot of money into buying me revealing silken garments.   It was then my father and mother began taking me to social engagements with them.  I felt as though I was introduced to every important person in India at that time.  But from every party, we returned home and my parents seemed disappointed.  Somehow angry with me.  I always felt as though I'd failed in some way, though I had no idea what I was expected to accomplish.
    By the time I turned eighteen, my parents had grown increasingly cross with me.  I was carted to dozens of parties every week, and the end of each of them brought more of their disgust down upon me.  Until one day in August, three months after my eighteenth birthday when there came a knock at the door.
    I had been reading a book in the parlor by the door, so I leapt up to answer.  There stood Manu Gadhavi.  I had not seen or heard of Manu in over three years. My eyes welled with tears in an intense burst of nostalgic emotion and I threw myself into Manu's arms.  His cheeks blazed red and he gently pushed me back. 
    "Gita!" he cried in a hushed voice.  "Please!  You mustn't touch me, are you crazy?" 
    I backed away pouting, casting my eyes downward.  "I apologize, Manu, you are right.  I was just…  So happy to see you.  Where have you been?" I inquired softly.
    Manu's stricken face softened.  "Well, it's a bit of a long story.  Perhaps I'll tell you later.  Could I speak privately with your mother and father?"
    I looked around nervously, suddenly feeling anxious.  "I, uh, I'm not sure they're available right now, Manu."
    He nodded.  "I understand, Gita.  They're busy people.  But you must interrupt them.  It is urgent, and they will be happy that you did."  He stared at me as I continued to hesitate.  "Go now, please, Gita."
    I turned and ran to find my mother.  She was shuffling through paperwork in the office in the back of our home.  "Mother," I said, out of breath.  "Manu Gadhavi is in the parlor."  I felt apprehensive, assuming my mother would be angry to hear of my old friend having shown up on the door step given the fact I'd been forced to abandon him years prior.
    "Manu Gadhavi?" she repeated.  She surprised me as her pretty face broke into a grin.  "Manu Gadhavi!" she said again, as she jumped out of her seat and cupped my face in her hands.  She kissed my nose.  "You are serious, daughter?  Manu is in our parlor?"
    I smiled oddly at my suddenly cheerful mother.  "Yes…  He says he must see you and father right away."
    My mother gave a girlish hop and hugged me quickly.  "Alright, go upstairs and pretty yourself.  I'll go and bring your father.  Stay upstairs until we come for you," she instructed.  I nodded my compliance and took the back stairway up to my room.
    ***
    Ages seemed to pass.  Twilight fell and threatening clouds rolled across the sky outside my open window.  I sat there by the window with my eyes closed, letting the breeze wash my face. I startled when finally my door opened and my mother and father walked in.  Both their faces were joyful.  With rosy cheeks, and boisterous, jubilant voices, they appeared to have even had celebratory drinks. 
    "Gita!" my father bellowed.  "My love."  Father wrapped me in a fierce embrace.  "We have such wonderful news for you, darling."  His eyes sparkled with unshed tears as he spoke and gazed down lovingly at me.
    My mother hugged me as well, and she was openly weeping.  "Finally, the day has come for you, darling Gita," mother blubbered.  "The day we've prayed for every day of your life.  Manu has come to take you into your destiny.  Into your wonderful future!"
    I began to tremble.  Manu?  My old friend who they'd forced me to ignore for almost ten years?  What could he possibly have to do with my future?  I was terribly confused.  I knew I should feel happy, but it was difficult to