Before our wedding, my future husband’s grandmother handed me a vial of green liquid and told me to drink it before our wedding night, but after the wedding, something strange happened to me 
Before our wedding, my future husband’s grandmother handed me a vial of green liquid and told me to drink it before our wedding night, but after the wedding, something strange happened to me
Before our wedding, my future husband’s grandmother handed me a small vial of green liquid and said with a strange expression:
“Drink this before your wedding night. If you don’t drink it, you’ll never have a happy day in your life.”
I was confused, unsure whether she was joking or serious. The groom laughed, hugged the grandmother, and told her not to frighten the bride with her “old customs.”
But there was something in the old woman’s eyes that haunted me—like a warning.
The wedding went perfectly, I was happy and didn’t think about that bottle until I was alone in the bedroom. On the nightstand, next to the bouquet, sat that very bottle. The lid was slightly ajar, and inside, as if alive, a thick green liquid shimmered.
I became curious. I remembered my grandmother’s words and decided that maybe it was just a symbol—like champagne for good luck.
I opened the bottle and carefully sipped a few drops. The liquid was cold, almost icy, with a bitter and metallic taste.
After a while, something strange started happening to me 
And only then did I realize what exactly was in that bottle, and I was absolutely horrified. Continued in the first comment 
Before the wedding, my future husband’s grandmother handed me a vial of green liquid and told me to drink it before our wedding night, but after the wedding, something strange happened to me.
A minute later, my body seemed to turn to stone. I felt everything—the sheets under my skin, the cold air, even my heartbeat—but I couldn’t move. I was scared, I wanted to call out to my husband, but I couldn’t—my tongue felt numb.
I wanted to scream, but my voice was gone, as if invisible fingers were squeezing my throat. Flashes flickered before my eyes, and then everything plunged into darkness.
I don’t remember how the night passed. I don’t remember closing my eyes. Only in the morning, when sunlight filtered into the room, was I able to move my fingers and, with difficulty, get out of bed.
I went to my grandmother and asked her why she gave me this potion. She answered calmly, as if she were talking about something completely ordinary:
Before the wedding, my future husband’s grandmother gave me a vial of green liquid and told me to drink it before our wedding night, but after the wedding, something strange happened to me.
“We have a custom in our family. To ensure a smooth wedding night, the bride must drink this herbal infusion. It temporarily disables the body, preventing you from feeling anything. This is important.”
Her words struck me like an icy blow. I didn’t know what to say. I became truly afraid, because now I understood that this family lived by some alien, ancient, and possibly dangerous laws.
And I… was supposed to become part of them.
