Manoj was a lucky man to get her for a bride. He was still rough around the edges, spoiled by an indulgent father and doted on by a soft mother. He was handsome, though a little too sure of himself. Tana would change all of that in short order, she was sure. An obedient husband was required, and in time, obedient children. Tana admired Manoj for his good looks, his dancing skills, singing prowess, and most of all, his willingness to please her. 

She stood directly in front of Manoj, who had a beaming smile on his face, love in his eyes, and desire in his heart. All the other couples were lined up too, and women from each of the five clans moved between them and offered up a jar. When it was their turn, and the Erupu woman stood between them, Tana and Manoj dipped their thumbs in the red paste. Tana went first and placed a red thumbprint directly between Manoj’s eyes. Now it was Manoj’s turn. 

“Don’t smudge it,” Tana chastised.

Manoj smiled and delicately placed his loving seal on Tana.