Chaya opened the door, and she was now wearing a top and long skirt. Her hairs were wet, and it looked she recently has taken a shower.We then started...to do the decorations, and it took almost a couple of hours for it. After finishing it, Chaya asked me to be comfortable, and she will prepare coffee by then. I was sitting in a low seating area near the window, and she came with two mugs of coffee.We were sitting on opposite sides and doing some chit-chat. Coffee is always the right time to talk. Whitie was the ‘nickname’ the boys called her. ‘Look at me when I am talking to you!’ Hunter shouted, using his other hand to force her face towards him. Pristine still glanced the other way. ‘Looks like she being stubborn again boss.’ laughed another voice. ‘You’re right Saul. You know I think it’s about time we go somewhere and teach her some obedience.’ Hunter agreed. Pristine shivered in fear. She wished her parents and the other adults would come back but they were out in the field. It was tough to get Indian flowers in US except in such places. We went into the temple, prayed and exchanged the garland and I tied the mangalsutra around her neck. It was wonderful to see her like that, the mangalsutra over her saree and between her boobs. We got some more flowers and I kept it on her hair. It was a long drive back home and I was itching.As soon as I got home I groped her and was madly kneading and smooching her. She stopped me. She said, since I wanted a marriage everything. As her head rebounded, she turned unbelieving eyes to see the blue car that had sideswiped her crash into the back of the car in front of hers and flip, impossibly, in a barrel roll that took it into the air to plow into oncoming traffic. She realized, instinctively, that the car had come down the off ramp of the freeway, behind her, going much too fast. She heard sirens, behind her, and looked in the rear view mirror. How had the blue car gotten past the glut of traffic already behind her?She.