Village’s New Bride

Chapter 1: The Bride’s Natural Beauty and Secret Insecurities 

The bride had been the village’s beauty, admired from a distance but never fully understood. Her hair was the crown of her beauty—long, wild, and thick, falling in heavy waves down to her lower back. Each strand reflected the sunlight like liquid silk, and for years she had nurtured it with oils and herbs, believing it to be the essence of her womanhood. The weight of it was something she had grown accustomed to, but secretly, it made her feel burdened. Each time she washed it, each time she braided it, she thought of how freeing it might be to trim it. But such thoughts could never be spoken aloud. Her hair was more than just hers—it belonged to the village, to her family, to tradition. 

Her insecurities remained a silent burden. She looked into the mirror and saw more than just the thick, unruly waves. She saw the wildness of her unshaped eyebrows, fierce and untamed, casting a sharpness over her otherwise soft face. She saw the fine layer of hair on her arms and legs, the dark, coarse patches under her arms that she never felt the need to remove, and the dense, tangled growth of pubic hair that seemed to mock the femininity she was supposed to represent. Her body, with all its imperfections, was a contradiction. In public, she was the village bride, pure and perfect. In private, she felt weighed down by the very things that made her beautiful. 

She often imagined how it might feel to strip it all away. She fantasized about standing in front of a mirror, scissors in hand, cutting through the thick locks that hung so heavily down her back. She wondered what it would feel like to glide her hands over smooth, hairless skin, free of the fine, almost invisible hairs that covered her body. Sometimes, in the dead of night, she would touch the thick curls of hair between her legs and dream of feeling bare, clean, and modern. But these were just fantasies. In her world, a woman’s natural beauty was to be preserved at all costs, and altering herself would mean rejecting everything her upbringing stood for. 

Now, standing on the brink of her new life as a bride, she wondered if marriage might offer her a path to those unspoken desires. She would have a new family, new traditions—perhaps, in time, she would find the freedom to explore the parts of herself she had kept hidden for so long. But those thoughts were quickly drowned out by the weight of responsibility and duty. For now, she was the village’s bride, and she would wear that title with all the grace and poise expected of her. 

Chapter 2: The Family’s Tradition and the Bride’s Shock 

The wedding was a grand affair, celebrated with flowers, songs, and elaborate rituals. Her hair, adorned with jasmine flowers and woven with gold threads, had been braided into an intricate style that spoke of both beauty and control. The village elders praised her purity, admiring the thick braid that had been a symbol of her devotion to tradition. As she looked into the eyes of her husband, she could not have predicted the fate that awaited her. She thought this was the final stage of her transformation, that her duties as a bride were complete. But soon, she would realize that her true transformation was just beginning. 

After the final blessings had been given and the wedding celebrations concluded, her new family guided her to an open courtyard behind their home. The courtyard was quiet and empty, save for a single wooden stool placed in the center. Her mother-in-law, a tall and stern woman, stood by the stool, her face unreadable. Her husband lingered in the background, watching her with an unsettling detachment. The atmosphere was heavy, charged with a tension she couldn’t understand. 

“You must be purified,” her mother-in-law said, her voice sharp and commanding. “In our family, we believe that a bride must shed the remnants of her old life before she can fully submit to her new role. This is our tradition.” 

The bride’s heart pounded in her chest as the words sank in. Purified? What did that mean? She had already undergone the wedding rituals, her body wrapped in the symbols of purity and devotion. But her confusion quickly turned to fear as her mother-in-law gestured toward a man standing in the corner of the courtyard. He was a barber, his hands methodically sharpening a razor and scissors. The metallic sound of the blades sent a shiver down her spine. 

“This is how we honor our family’s traditions,” the mother-in-law continued. “You will be cleansed. Your hair, your body—it will all be transformed. Only then will you be reborn into our family, a symbol of purity and obedience.” 

The bride’s mouth went dry. Her eyes darted to her husband, hoping for some kind of reassurance, some sign that this was a misunderstanding. But he said nothing, his eyes dark and indifferent, filled with a cold anticipation. Her mind raced, desperately searching for a way out, but there was none. This was her fate. 

Chapter 3: The Haircut – The First Step in Her Transformation 

The bride was seated on the wooden stool, her body trembling as the family circled around her. The cool evening air brushed against her skin, amplifying her sense of vulnerability. The weight of her thick braid, so carefully maintained over the years, now felt like a death sentence. She had dreamed of cutting her hair before, but this was not the way she had imagined. This wasn’t freedom; this was control, a stripping away of her identity. 

The barber approached her, his face impassive as he lifted the long, heavy braid. Her mother-in-law nodded in approval, signaling that the first stage of the ritual could begin. The bride’s heart raced as the sharp, metallic sound of scissors echoed through the courtyard. She winced as the cold blades sliced through her hair. The weight of the braid was suddenly gone, and her head felt lighter, exposed. She watched, horrified, as the thick, dark braid fell to the ground, coiled like a dead snake at her feet. 

But it didn’t stop there. 

The barber continued to snip away at her hair, cutting it in uneven chunks, leaving her scalp exposed in patches. Each cut was precise, deliberate, as if he was peeling away layers of her past. She sat frozen, her fingers gripping the edge of the stool as she watched her reflection in the small mirror they had placed in front of her. Her once beautiful, flowing hair now lay in uneven tufts around her, a shadow of its former glory. The final image of her hair as she had known it was disappearing with each cruel snip. 

She had fantasized about cutting her hair short, about styling it into something sleek and modern. But this—this was something else entirely. This wasn’t the liberation she had imagined. This was submission. This was the first step in the complete erasure of who she had been. 

Chapter 4: Stripping Down – Total Exposure and Humiliation 

Once her hair had been reduced to a jagged, uneven crop, the family’s attention turned to the next stage of the ritual. Her heart sank as her mother-in-law gestured for her to remove her clothes. The bride froze, her entire body stiffening with shock. She had never imagined having to undress in front of her new family, exposing her most private self to their cold, scrutinizing eyes. But the stern look on her mother-in-law’s face left no room for argument. 

With trembling hands, the bride began to remove the layers of her sari, her fingers fumbling over the delicate fabric. The silence in the courtyard was deafening, each movement she made feeling like a betrayal of her dignity. Her body shook as she stripped away each layer, but she was moving too slowly for their liking. Without warning, her mother-in-law stepped forward and roughly pulled the remaining garments from her body, leaving her completely naked in front of the gathered family. 

Her heart pounded in her chest as she stood there, exposed and vulnerable, her body on full display for all to see. The fine layer of hair on her arms and legs, the dark patches of coarse hair under her arms, the dense, untouched curls of pubic hair—all of it was revealed under the harsh, critical gaze of her husband’s family. 

The bride could feel their eyes inspecting every inch of her body, pointing out the imperfections that had never bothered her before. Her mother-in-law’s voice was sharp as she made comments about the areas that would need the most attention during the next phase of the ritual. The bride’s skin burned with humiliation, her face hot with shame. She had never felt so exposed, so powerless. 

Chapter 5: The Headshave – Submission in Its Purest Form 

With her body now completely bare and her dignity stripped away, the bride was seated back on the stool. The next part of the ritual was the most symbolic—the complete shaving of her head. The barber approached once again, this time holding a razor. Her scalp, already bare in places from the rough haircut, was wet with cold water as the blade was pressed against her skin. 

The first stroke of the razor scraped across her head, leaving a smooth, shiny path in its wake. The sensation was foreign, cold, and brutal. With each pass of the blade, she could feel her identity slipping away. The long, thick hair that had been her pride, the very thing that had defined her womanhood, was now being removed entirely. Her scalp grew lighter and smoother with 

each stroke, the sound of the razor cutting through the last remnants of her hair echoing in her ears. 

Her tears flowed freely now, but she made no sound. Her body remained stiff and rigid, too numb to react. As the barber continued, her mother-in-law stood by, watching closely to ensure that no hair was left behind. After the first pass, they weren’t satisfied. Her scalp was shaved again with shaving cream, then once more, dry, to ensure absolute smoothness. Finally, hot wax was applied to her scalp, removing any remaining stubble, leaving her head completely bare. 

The bride felt as if she had been stripped of everything that made her who she was. Her hair was gone, her head now smooth and shiny under the dim light of the courtyard. The ritual had reduced her to nothing but a symbol, a body to be controlled and shaped according to her new family’s desires. 

Chapter 6: Eyebrow, Face, and Body Shaving – The Complete Erasure 

But the ritual wasn’t over. 

Next, the barber moved to her face. Her eyebrows, once thick and unshaped, were the next to go. With each careful stroke of the razor, her fierce, natural expression was erased, leaving her face smooth and bare, devoid of character. The bride could barely recognize herself in the mirror. She had once thought of shaping her eyebrows, making them neater, softer. But now, they were gone entirely, leaving her face alien and empty. 

The shaving continued, moving to her body. Her arms, once covered in a fine layer of soft hair, were carefully shaved, the razor gliding over her skin with mechanical precision. Her legs, untouched by any blade or wax before, were stripped of the hair that had been a part of her for so long. Her underarms, thick with coarse hair, were shaved clean, leaving her skin smooth but raw. Each section of her body was inspected by the family, and the barber was instructed to go over her again and again—first with water, then dry, then with shaving cream. Finally, her entire body was waxed to remove any remaining hair, ensuring that her skin was as smooth as possible. 

The most intimate part of the ritual came last. The bride’s pubic hair, thick and untamed, was carefully shaved away in front of the entire family. The bride felt her soul withering inside as the barber removed the last traces of hair from her most private area. The family watched in silence, their eyes never leaving her body. When the shaving was complete, her mother-in-law stepped forward to inspect her, running her hands over the bride’s smooth, bare skin to ensure that no hair had been missed. 

Chapter 7: Piercings – Marking Her New Identity 

With her body now completely hairless, the final stage of her transformation began. The piercings were the ultimate mark of submission, a visible symbol of her new identity. First, her ears were pierced, the sharp sting of the needle barely registering through the fog of numbness that had taken over her mind. Then came the piercing of her nose, the pain more intense but still distant, as if it were happening to someone else. Finally, a small silver ring was placed in her belly button, marking the completion of the ritual. 

Each piercing felt like a final nail in the coffin of her former self. The bride could barely process what was happening to her body anymore. She had been stripped of her hair, her dignity, and now her very identity was being reshaped before her eyes. 

Chapter 8: The Final Display – A Humiliating Parade 

Once the piercings were complete, the bride was dressed in a simple white cloth, barely enough to cover her smooth, naked body. She was paraded through the village, seated on top of a car, her body on full display for all to see. The villagers gathered, some watching in awe, others with open curiosity. The bride felt her humiliation deepen with each passing moment. She had been reduced to an object, a symbol of submission, her body no longer her own. 

Chapter 9: A Year of Maintenance – Endless Humiliation 

The ritual, however, was not a one-time event. The family informed her that she would be required to maintain this appearance for an entire year. Every month, she would undergo a “clean-up” ritual, where her body would be shaved, waxed, and inspected once more. Her piercings would be checked and adjusted, ensuring that she remained the perfect image of submission and purity. 

Each month, the bride sat through the same process—the razor scraping against her skin, the wax tearing away any sign of hair regrowth, the silent judgment of her family as they inspected her body for any flaws. Over time, she grew numb to the pain, to the humiliation. Her body was no longer hers; it was a vessel for their traditions, their control. 

Chapter 10: The Toll of Her Transformation 

As the months passed, the bride felt herself slipping away. The vibrant, slightly insecure girl she had once been was gone, replaced by a hollow shell. Her hair, her identity, her very spirit had been taken from her, leaving her a symbol of submission and obedience. Each monthly ritual was a reminder of how deeply her body and life were no longer her own. 

The final month approached, and the bride realized that she no longer recognized herself. Her scalp, her face, her body—it was all bare, smooth, and foreign. She wondered if she would ever regain control of her body, if she would ever feel like herself again. But deep down, she knew the answer. The year-long ritual had changed her forever. She had become a vessel for the family’s traditions, her body no longer hers to control. 

As she sat in her room that night, running her hands over her smooth scalp, she realized that she had become a stranger to herself. The girl who had once dreamed of trimming her hair and shaping her appearance was gone, replaced by someone who existed only to serve the desires of others. 

Conclusion: The Cost of Complete Submission 

The bride’s journey was one of complete transformation—physical, emotional, and psychological. What began as a forced ritual of submission became a year-long process of control and erasure. Each stage of the ritual stripped away a piece of her identity, leaving her vulnerable, exposed, and powerless. By the end, she had been reduced to a symbol of the family’s traditions, her individuality erased in favor of their control. 

Her final fate remains uncertain. Whether she will ever regain a sense of self, or if she will remain forever under the family’s control, is unknown. But one thing is clear—the year of submission has changed her, leaving her forever marked by the rituals she was forced to endure. 

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