'Indians don't talk about sex - so I help them'

My wedding night can only be described as a fiasco. I looked down at our wedding bed, at my groom's parents house, strewn with flower petals, and found the situation comical. Through the thin walls I could hear family milling about the house, around a dozen of them, who had travelled from out of town for our wedding, camped out outside our door as there was nowhere else to sleep.

My mother had encouraged me to tell my then husband that I was a virgin, so I had to pretend to be shy and confused as to what to do. We'd barely spoken to each other and there we suddenly were, in a bedroom, and I was expected to perform my duties as a wife. I wasn't a virgin but I was unprepared. To this day I get dozens of messages a month from people asking me what to do on a wedding night: not just physically but how to act - how to appear not too shy and not too experienced.
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But yours is not arranged. She was with a stranger and house full by her bedroom door

Good morning