Quite surprised that they had not so much as received an argument from the couple, the matriarch decided to insist on one more rule, that the couple would be periodically checked on by the pious sister, and the other new bride, so as to ensure smooth preparations by the evil ones, who naturally no one really trusted, let alone near preparations for sacred traditions.
The family had then watched with cautious eyes as they'd both silently left the room and together made their way into the kitchen, no doubt deciding to take over the preparation of the meal for the event, even if it meant they would be interrupted by two women much more experienced in that area of expertise than they both were.
Now, after a full fifteen minutes of silence from the kitchen area, the two sisters in law, unable to control their curiosity, tippy toed their way there, while the rest of the family disappeared into various parts of the house, after taking a promise from the two women that a full report of kitchen activities would be delivered within the hour to all of them on the rooftop while they partook in a break, and a snack of cucumbers and carrots.
"I hope they haven't burned down the kitchen." The pious one said, sniffing either to check for the smell of charred food, or because she felt another round of tears springing up at the thought of blackened kitchen cabinets. "I wouldn't put it past my sister, she's very accident prone." Muttered the other new bride, her face a picture of acute constipation. And then they both stopped just outside the door at the sound of low voices, and glancing at each other in what was probably the quickest reflexes either had every experienced in their lives, they both silently parted, shielding themselves on either side of the door frame, their ears listening intently to the conversation taking place inside.
"I hate traditionalist crap." They heard the evil one say, and silently shook their heads in sorrow for his pathetically lost soul.
"Well, then you shouldn't have agreed to do all this." Was the tart reply from the consort, and they imagined her glaring at him in that way she thought was liberating, and they rolled their eyes in unison at her sinfully forward ways.
"I just agreed so I could introduce you to a new tradition of my own." They heard him say, his voice sounding even more evil that it usually did. Although the consort didn't seem to think so, because they heard her giggle before they both couldn't contain themselves any long and sneaked a peek around the door frame, their eyes widening as they watched the evil one hoist himself up on the counter, while he pulled the consort towards him, placing her firmly between his rather impressive thighs.
Jerking back in shock, they stared at each other for a full two seconds before they dropped their gazes, their minds still being seared by the image they had witnessed, their legs refusing to budge from where they stood, because after all, curiosity never really killed anyone but cats, did it? A slight sound of movement, and then the conversation continued, the voices inside the kitchen lowering slightly, the tension outside mounting considerably.
"That's hardly a new tradition, I've been indulging in that for ages." The consort's voice sounded either bored or excited, they couldn't be sure.
"Yeah, but that's because you always did it on your own, this time I'll help you along" He sounded positively devilish.
"Open your mouth." They heard the low, sexy, drawling voice say, and it sent shockwaves through the two women outside, as they clamped their hands over their mouths as if by doing so they would prevent the consort from opening hers.
"Oh God!" They heard the consort gasp. "That's so... Mmm I could swallow it whole." They felt pain, sharp pangs of terrible pain, shoot right through their entire beings, freezing them where they stood, while their minds screamed at them to run.
"Be patient." The evil one ordered. "First you need to appreciate it with your lips."
The two women outside felt the room spin, as the silence progressed, punctuated by the sound of a low moan.
"Now lick it... Slowly." His voice was a brutal whisper, causing their knees to quake, one's with fear and the other's with something she as always couldn't fathom.
They heard the consort begin to speak, but his voice interrupted hers. "You can bite it if you want to."
The other new bride watched as the pious sister nearly keeled over, her hands clamping over her ears, a look of pure anguish on her face, the tears naturally starting to flood down her cheeks.
They stared at each other in terror, then felt the energy return to their legs with a vengeance when the slightly raised voice of the evil one's cut through, sounding harsher, impatient. "Open your mouth wider!" He commanded.
And they ran. As fast as their legs could take them, they all but sprinted towards the living room, stumbling, one crying helplessly, the other feeling the constipation being replaced by the runs. They made it to the roof, panting, hysterical, not able to explain to their concerned family the horrors they had experienced, had heard, still echoing around them. All those words, and thoughts, images, imprinting on the pea sized brains forever.
And down in the kitchen the new tradition continued, amid much moaning and sighing.
"I agree." The consort conceded after a few more minutes.
"I prefer you feeding me jalebis, than eating them myself."
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