"Season of Marriage" by Mary Anne Mohanraj (moh2@midway.uchicago.edu). I thoroughly enjoyed this story; but when I was finished, I couldn't decide whether I liked it because I was getting some sex with a good story or because I was getting a good story with my sex. Maybe you won't understand. It's an ancient Hindi proverb or something.

Raji is an American girl of Hindi Indian descent who had grown up in New England, got pissed at her boyfriend for screwing another woman, dumped him, and on the rebound immediately became betrothed in an arranged marriage to a rich, real Indian guy who lived in New Delhi on a continent called Asia. On her wedding day Raji is suddenly hit by the realization that this is real: she's stuck with stifling heat instead of fresh sunshine bouncing off hills, with customs she doesn't even remotely understand, with a three-hour wedding ceremony, and with a naive virgin named Vivek for a husband.

Cheer up, Raji! Things could get worse! And so Raji cheers up; and sure enough, the monsoons start. Talk about cabin fever! But then life is full of surprises - which you'll have to read the story to discover.