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Vivek appeared, ghost-like in the doorway, dressed in flowing white to match her. He walked toward her silently; a hunter afraid of startling some strange, wild creature he had never before seen. Raji was determined to try her best, and so smiled, slightly trembling. Vivek returned her smile with a tentative smile of his own, and, standing before her now, reached his hand up to touch her cheek. His hand was not damp and sweaty as she had somehow feared, but warm and dry, as if lit by some inner fire. He had not touched her before this, in all the days of wedding preparations during the short month since they had met. Even when placing the gold thali wedding necklace around her neck, he had taken care not to touch her. She was suddenly grateful for his gentleness, and stepping boldly towards him, stretched her slim brown arms to encircle his thick neck, surprised to find that he was shaking too. Vivek was not very handsome, but sturdily built, with hair thicker and richer than her own and deep brown eyes. Raji had thought them dull and calf-like before, but suddenly she was not so sure. There was a hint of laughter in those eyes, and a sparkle of what might possibly be intelligence. Of course, he was a doctor (nothing else would have satisfied her mother) and so couldn't be entirely stupid. Now, with her hands locked behind his neck and her delicate body inches away from his, Raji found herself bemused, not sure what to do next, or how fast she should take this. He solved that problem for her. He placed his arms around her waist, gently. Tilting his head, he kissed her. She was startled, not at being kissed, but at being kissed by him, and stiffened in his arms. He raised his head questioningly. "Is this not customary in America?" "Yes, yes it is. I didn't think it was here." "We are not as ignorant as you Americans assume. We do watch movies, after all." Now Raji was sure that he was laughing at her, as he leaned down to kiss her again. Despite his claims to knowledge she was fairly sure that kissing was new to him, and so responded gently to the firm pressure on her lips. They kissed chastely for long minutes, until Raji, greatly daring, opened her mouth and touched her tongue to his lips. He broke away for a moment, planinly startled, but then returned to kissing her with enthusiasm, opening his own mouth and tasting her lips, her teeth, her tongue with his own. She tilted her head backwards, hoping he would get the hint, and he did - kissing her cheek, her nose, her ear, tracing a delicate line along her cheekbone with his tongue. He went slowly, seemingly enchanted with the wonder of it all, and Raji stood still, eyes closed, feeling him touch her so gently. This was new to her - this gentleness, this seeming reverence. She had enjoyed sex with Jim, but it had always been hard and fast, a summer storm - quickly started, quickly over. Vivek was twenty-five, years older than Jim had been, but he smiled with the wonder of a child.