The Teacher Who Knelt to maid Son

[Batni123]

Backstory – The Night the Seed Was Chosen
(Three weeks before the Ludo game)

1:14 a.m.
The flat was wrapped in darkness and the low hum of the ceiling fan.
Radha sat on the edge of the master bed in her thin white nightie, knees drawn to her chest, phone glowing against her tear-streaked face.

Arvind’s exhausted voice crackled across the ocean.
“Doctor ne final bol diya, Radha. Mera ED permanent hai. {The doctor has given the final verdict, Radha. My ED is permanent.}
Do IVF cycles barbaad. {Two IVF cycles have failed.}
Tum 37 ki ho… egg reserve bhi khatam hota ja raha hai. {You’re 37… your egg reserve is also running out.}
Lockdown kab khulega, kisko pata. {Who knows when the lockdown will end.}
Ab kya bacha hai?” {What’s left now?}

Radha closed her eyes.
Eight years of trying.
Eight years of empty nurseries and negative tests.
The longing had become a stone in her womb.

She whispered, “Ek tarika hai, Arvind. {There is one way, Arvind.}
Koi jawaan ladka… jisko hum poora trust kar sakein. {Some young boy… whom we can fully trust.}
Good genes, good height, intelligent, well-mannered.
Natural insemination.
Koi clinic nahi, direct.” {No clinic, direct.}

Arvind laughed once, hollow.
“Tum pagalon ki tarah baat kar rahi ho. {You’re talking like a madwoman.}
Aisa ladka kahan se laaogi jo zindagi bhar muh band rakhega?” {Where will you find a boy who’ll keep his mouth shut for life?}

Radha’s voice fell to almost nothing.
“Nikhil.”

Dead silence.

“Lakshmi ka Nikhil?” {Lakshmi’s Nikhil?}

Arvind’s eyes widened on the screen.
“Colour fair matches with you… baaki bhi sab perfect. {… everything else is also perfect.}
Intelligent hai, seedha-sada hai, background humein pata hai. {He’s intelligent, simple, we know his background.}
Bas 19 saal ka hai, sperm count sky-high hoga. {Only 19 years old, sperm count will be sky-high.}
Aur woh hum par dependent hai… kabhi muh nahi kholega.” {And he’s dependent on us… he’ll never open his mouth.}

Arvind stared at his beautiful, childless wife for a long moment.
Then he exhaled, defeated, loving.
“Agar tum chahti ho… kar lo, jaan. {If you want it… do it, love.}
Main toh waise bhi kuch de nahi paa raha. {I can’t give you anything anyway.}
Bas khayal rakhna apna.” {Just take care of yourself.}

Call ended.

Radha let the phone slip from her fingers.
Tears rolled down her cheeks in hot, silent streams.

She didn’t hear the soft creak of the door.

Lakshmi stood in the shadows, pallu pressed to her mouth, eyes shining.
She stepped inside, closed the door without a sound, and sat beside Radha on the bed like a sister.

“Didi… maine sab sun liya.” {Didi… I heard everything.}

Radha’s whole body jerked.
Shame crashed over her like boiling water.

Lakshmi took Radha’s trembling hand in both of hers.
“Didi, aapne mere liye itna kiya hai. {Didi, you’ve done so much for me.}
Mera beta aapki wajah se padh raha hai, aapke ghar mein reh raha hai. {My son is studying because of you, living in your house.}
Baccha chahiye aapko? {You want a child?}
Toh mera Nikhil dega. {Then my Nikhil will give it.}
Main uski maa hoon, main kuch nahi kar sakti… lekin main bahane se gaon chali jaungi jab samay aayega. {I’m his mother, I can’t do anything… but I’ll go to the village on some excuse when the time comes.}
Aap jo karna hai, kar lena.” {You do whatever you have to.}

Radha stared at her, stunned, tears still falling.
“Lekin… woh mujhse bahut darta hai…” {But… he’s very scared of me…}

Lakshmi’s smile was small, wise, almost wicked.
“Darta toh hai… lekin jawaan ladka hai, didi. {He is scared… but he’s a young man, Didi.}
Main uski maa hoon, main jaanti hoon...me apki into madam kardungi ki bahar chale” jaungi {I’m his mother, I know...I will help you in giving personal time, will go out for some reason }

She leaned closer, voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper.
“Lekin didi… mujhe bhi kuch chahiye.” {But Didi… I want something too.}

Radha wiped her face.
“Bolo.” {Tell me.}

“Nikhil ko sambhaalna, top engineering college dilwana, poora kharcha… {Take care of Nikhil, get him into a top engineering college, bear all expenses…}
Aur aapke paas itne flats hain, ek flat uske naam kar dena. {And you have so many flats, transfer one in his name.}
Jab tak woh top engineer na ban jaaye, saari zimmedari aapki.” {Until he becomes a top engineer, the entire responsibility is yours.}

Radha laughed through her tears, the sound half-sob, half-relief.
“Pakka. {Definitely.}
Yehi flat, jisme hum rehte hain… main Nikhil ke naam kar dungi. {This very flat we live in… I’ll transfer it to Nikhil’s name.}
Bas… woh mera kaam kar de. {Just… let him do my work.}
Mera pet bhar de.” {Fill my womb.}

Lakshmi squeezed her hand so hard it hurt, eyes shining with fierce maternal pride.
“Toh phir theek hai, didi. {Then it’s settled, Didi.}
Ab aap bas thoda sa khel khelna… thoda sa challenge, thoda sa haar maan’na. {Now you just play a little game… a little challenge, a little defeat.}
Baaki main dekh lungi.” {I’ll handle the rest.}

She rose, smoothed her old cotton saree, and walked to the door.
At the threshold she paused, looked back, eyes twinkling like stars.

“Aur haan…
jab pet bhar jaaye,
toh bacche ka naam hum dono milkar rakhenge. {And yes… when the womb is full, we’ll choose the child’s name together.}
Main toh soch rahi hoon… ‘Arjun’.
Jeetega zaroor.” {I’m thinking… ‘Arjun’. He will definitely win.}

Radha nodded, tears still falling, but now lit with a wild, desperate hope.

Three weeks later the Ludo board was laid out.
The dice were loaded long before they were ever rolled.

The queen had already decided whose pawn would cross the finish line first.
And whose seed would finally give her the child she had prayed for every single night.

[Batni123]

### The Queen Who Knelt
Part Two: The Seven Days of Ownership
Chapter Four: Day 10 – Wednesday Night
**First Night in Radha’s Bedroom**

7:45 p.m.
The kitchen smelled of jeera tadka, dal, and fresh phulkas.

Radha stood at the stove in a simple green cotton saree, pallu tucked at her waist, hair tied in a loose bun, the two mangalsutras glinting every time she moved.
She was cooking for three people now, as a bahu cooks for her new family.
Her hands moved automatically, but her heart thundered.

In the living room, Lakshmi sat on the sofa like a retired queen, legs stretched, fan on full speed, while Nikhil sat beside her, stiff, eyes fixed on the muted TV.

Lakshmi spoke lazily, fanning herself with the end of her pallu.

“Beta, aaj se main retirement life enjoy karungi.
Jab tak tu job mein nahi lagta, teri pehli biwi mujhe khilayegi-pilayegi, pair dabayegi, ghar sambhalegi.
Job ke baad tu khilayega.
Bas itna yaad rakhna: din mein padhai ache se karna.
Didi teaching karengi, ghar ka saara kaam bhi wohi karengi… aur raat ko tum dono jo karna hai, jee bhar ke karna.”

She poked Nikhil’s ribs with her elbow, grinning.
“Arre, dheere dheere apni penlight biwi ke saath sab practice kar lena…
jo baad mein real wali biwi ke saath karna hai, woh sab yahin seekh lena, warna sharma jayega tu suhaag raat mein!”

Nikhil turned crimson, ears burning.
“Ma…!”
He tried to protest but only managed a strangled squeak.

Lakshmi laughed out loud.
“Sharma mat, beta.
Aaj se tera kamra naya hai, bistar naya hai, biwi bhi nayi hai.
Bas padhai mat chhodna.”

Dinner was quiet.
Radha served them on steel thalis, head bowed, cheeks pink.
Every time she bent to put a phulka on Nikhil’s plate, their fingers brushed and electricity shot through both of them.

9:30 p.m.
Lakshmi yawned theatrically.
“Bas, main toh apne kamre mein ja rahi hoon.
Nikhil, ja… apni biwi ka wait kar raha hoga bedroom mein.
Pehli raat hai, thoda jaldi ja.”

Nikhil stood frozen.
Lakshmi pushed him gently toward the master bedroom.
“Jaa, beta.
Aur haan… darr mat.
Woh teri hai ab.”

10:07 p.m.
The master bedroom door opened softly.

Radha entered carrying a silver glass of haldi wala doodh, steam curling in the dim yellow light.
She had changed into a sleeveless, deep-red nightie that ended just above her knees, thin straps, no bra, the fabric clinging to every curve.
The two mangalsutras rested in the valley between her breasts like royal insignia.

Nikhil was already on the bed, sitting against the headboard in his vest and lungi, hands clasped tight in his lap, looking like a boy waiting for punishment.

Radha closed the door with her hip, locked it, and walked slowly toward him.

*He looks terrified… and so beautiful,* she thought.
*My student. My breeder. My husband tonight.*

She offered the glass with both hands, eyes lowered.
“Haldi doodh, pati-dev.”

Nikhil took it, hands trembling.
He drank half in one nervous gulp, wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, and whispered,
“Radha Ma’am… matlab… Radha… mujhe sach mein yakeen nahi ho raha…”

Radha sat on the edge of the bed, close enough that their thighs touched.
She placed a soft hand on his bare knee.

“Nikhil… aaj se main sach mein teri biwi hoon.
Ma ne bhi haami bhar di.
Ab sharmaana band kar.”

Nikhil’s voice cracked.
“Lekin… itni jaldi… sab log jaan jayenge… agar pet—”

Radha leaned in, pressed a finger to his lips.
“Shhh.
Sab jaan chuke hain.
Ma jaanti hain.
Arvind sir jaante hain.
Ab sirf tu aur main bache hain jo is sach ko jee rahe hain.”

She took the empty glass, set it on the side table, then climbed fully onto the bed, kneeling between his legs, nightie riding up her thighs.

Nikhil’s breath hitched.
*She’s looking at me like I’m the only man in the world…
the same woman who once made me stand outside the class for forgetting my homework…
and now she’s on her knees for me.*

Radha slowly took his right hand and placed it on her belly, just below the navel.
Her voice was soft, trembling with emotion.

“Yahan… aaj dopahar tune jo daala tha… woh abhi bhi garam hai.
Ab raat ko aur daal de.
Pura bhar de.
Taaki kal subah uthoon toh mujhe pata chale ki main sach mein teri biwi ban gayi.”

Nikhil’s eyes filled.
He pulled her into his arms suddenly, crushing her to his chest, voice raw.

“Ma’am… Radha… main dar raha tha ki yeh sapna hai.
Aap itni badi teacher… aur main… sirf aapka servant ka beta…”

Radha cupped his face, tears shining in her own eyes.
“Aaj se tu mera pati hai.
Aur main teri patni, teri bahu, teri randi… jo bhi tu chahe.
Bas mujhe maa bana de.”

She kissed him, slow, deep, tasting haldi on his tongue.

When they broke apart, both were breathing hard.

Nikhil found courage he didn’t know he had.
He pushed her gently onto her back, climbed over her, nightie straps sliding off her shoulders.

“Biwi… aaj se har raat tujhe aise hi chodunga…
jaise aaj dopahar choda tha…
lekin ab darr nahi, pyar se…
aur bohot saara… taaki ek baar mein hi pet bhar jaaye.”

Radha opened her legs wide, pulled him down, guiding him inside with her own hand.
She gasped as he filled her completely.

Nikhil groaned, forehead pressed to hers.
“Radha… meri Radha…
ab se sirf meri…”

He began to move, slow, deliberate, deep strokes, exactly the way a husband makes love to his wife on their first night.

Radha wrapped her legs around his waist, nails digging into his back, whispering against his ear between moans:

“Haan… tera… sirf tera…
apni teacher ko apni biwi bana…
apni strict Ma’am ko apni pregnant patni bana…
bhar de mujhe… aaj… har raat…”

The bed creaked softly.
The fan spun above them.
Two mangalsutras danced between their sweating bodies.

Outside, in her small room, Lakshmi lay on her cot, eyes open, smiling at the ceiling as she listened to the muffled sounds through the thin wall.

She whispered to the dark:
“Mera beta… aaj se mard ban gaya.”

Inside the master bedroom, Nikhil and Radha made love three times that night, slow, urgent, reverent, until the haldi doodh glass lay forgotten and cold on the floor, and the sheets were soaked with more than just milk.

When they finally slept, Radha’s head was on Nikhil’s chest, his hand resting protectively on her belly, fingers spread wide as if already feeling for the life they had just begged to create.

The first official night of their marriage was complete.

Chapter ends.

[Batni123]

Part Two: The Seven Days of Ownership
Chapter Four: Day 10 – Wednesday Night (continued)
**After the Third Time**
2:11 a.m.
The room was thick with the smell of sex and sweat.
The fan still spun lazily overhead, pushing warm air across their naked bodies.
Radha lay half on top of Nikhil, cheek on his chest, one leg thrown over his thigh.
His seed leaked slowly out of her, pooling on the sheet between her legs.
She was exhausted, glowing, womb aching in the sweetest way.
Nikhil’s fingers idly traced circles around her left breast, pinching the nipple gently, watching it harden again under his touch.
He was quiet for a long time, then spoke in a low, hesitant voice.
“Radha… ek baat bolun?”
Radha smiled sleepily, kissed his chest.
“Bol na, pati-dev. Ab kya sharmaana?”
Nikhil swallowed.
“Ek favour maangna hai… lekin Ma se bilkul secret rakhna.”
Radha lifted her head, looked at him curiously.
“Bolo.”
Nikhil’s fingers stilled on her breast.
He took a breath.
“Me tumhe ek friend ke saath share karna chata hun.”
Radha froze.
The sleepy warmth vanished instantly.
She sat up slowly, pulling the sheet to cover herself, eyes wide.
“Kya matlab?”
Nikhil sat up too, suddenly nervous but determined.
“Matlab… meri friends ko pata chalna chahiye ki maine kya jeeta hai.
Tujhe.
Teri body.
Teri submission.
Main unko batana chahta hoon… dikhaana chahta hoon.
Sirf ek baar.
Sirf ek friend ke saath.
Please.”
Radha’s voice rose, sharp with shock.
“Nikhil, tu pagal ho gaya hai?
Main teri biwi hoon ab!
Pregnant hone wali hoon!
Kisi doosre ladke ke saath kaise—?”
Nikhil caught her hands, eyes pleading.
“Nahi nahi! Main tujhe share nahi karunga kabhi!
Sirf ek baar… sirf meri taraf se.
Main khud rahunga wahan.
Main control mein rahunga.
Bas unko dikhaana hai ki… meri teacher… meri biwi… kitni buri tarah se meri hai.
Please, Radha… sirf ek baar… aur phir kabhi nahi maangunga.”
Radha stared at him, heart pounding.
She saw the raw hunger in his eyes, the need to prove his conquest, the teenage boy who wanted to brag, but also the husband who didn’t want to lose her.
She asked quietly, “Kaun hai woh dost?”
Nikhil shook his head immediately.
“Nahi bataunga.
Tu jaan legi toh mana kar degi.
Bas trust kar mujhpe.”
Radha pulled her hands away, hugged her knees, mind racing.
*He wants to parade me… like a trophy… in front of his friend.
After everything I’ve given him… my body, my womb, my dignity… he still wants more.*
But then she saw his face, anxious, almost scared she would say no, and something twisted inside her chest.
She took a long breath.
“Ek hi condition.”
Nikhil leaned forward eagerly.
“Jo bolegi!”
“Jab tak pregnancy confirm nahi ho jaati… tab tak nahi.
Doctor ne jab tak ‘positive’ na bole… tab tak nahi.
Uske baad… sirf ek baar… aur sirf tere saamne… aur tu khud decide karega kab, kaise, kahan.
Main kuch nahi poochungi.
Par tab tak… sirf tu aur main.”
Nikhil’s eyes lit up.
He lunged forward, hugged her tight, face buried in her neck.
“Thank you… thank you, Radha… I love you…”
Radha closed her eyes, arms slowly coming around him.
*He’s still a boy… who wants to show off his prize.
And I… I’m the prize who just agreed to be shown.*
She kissed his forehead.
“Ab so ja.
Teri biwi ko kal subah 5 baje uthna hai… ghar ka kaam karna hai… aur teri Ma ke pair dabane hain.”
Nikhil’s hand was still lazily cupping her breast when he murmured, half-asleep,
“Achha… tu ne mujhe saaf kiya hi nahi ab tak…”
Radha’s eyes fluttered open.
A slow, wicked smile curved her lips.
She shifted down the bed without a word, the sheet sliding off her naked body.
Moonlight from the window painted silver stripes across her back and the curve of her hips.
Nikhil watched, breath catching, as she settled between his legs.
His cock—soft, slick, glistening with their mixed release—twitched at the first warm touch of her tongue.
Radha looked up at him, eyes shining with tired devotion.
She licked slowly from base to tip, tasting both of them, humming softly at the familiar salt-sweet flavour.
This is what a good wife does, she thought.
Even when her thighs are trembling and her womb is full, she cleans her husband properly.
She took him fully into her mouth, cheeks hollowing, tongue swirling, drawing out every last trace.
Nikhil groaned, fingers threading gently through her loose hair, hips lifting just slightly.
“Radha… meri biwi… meri randi…” he whispered, voice thick with sleep and awe.
She sucked gently until he was completely clean, then pressed a final soft kiss to the tip before crawling back up.
She laid her head on his chest again, one hand possessively over his now-soft cock.
“Ab so ja, pati-dev,” she murmured against his skin.
“Teri biwi ne tujhe saaf kar diya… bilkul nayi dulhan ki tarah.”
Nikhil pulled her closer, arm tight around her waist, palm spread protectively over her belly.
Outside, the flat was silent.
Lakshmi was long asleep, dreaming of her son’s future.
Inside the master bedroom, the new husband and his almost-pregnant wife drifted off, bodies tangled, hearts racing with secrets and promises.
The first night was truly over.
The bargain was sealed.
And the taste of him still lingered on Radha’s tongue as she finally slipped into sleep.
Chapter ends.

[Kore shivkant]

Never expected this twist.....please write in english or atleast give it in brackets....... expecting more updates.....many don't understand so please write in english
Now Nikhil will show his prize......
Great update......

[JohnS112]

Well written story…domination changed to emotional one…
To sharing…then…sending to others….
Gangbangs….
Going at a correct pace…..
Who the friend would be….

[Jex t]

The story was going good. After a long time im reading a story with great plot and sexcapades. But after, "Living room - the new order #59", i personally could not get what exactly happening. Cuz, the story changed to hindi version and i dont know hindi, i couldnt get full context of the story

[Batni123]

Never expected this twist.....please write in english or atleast give it in brackets....... expecting more updates.....many don't understand so please write in english
Now Nikhil will show his prize......
Great update......

From "Living room new order" subtitle added

[Batni123]

The story was going good. After a long time im reading a story with great plot and sexcapades.  But after, "Living room - the new order #59", i personally could not get what exactly happening. Cuz, the story changed to hindi version and i dont know hindi, i couldnt get full context of the story

I have added translation for you plz read it again...

[Slayer@@]

Awasome written..... Keep it up... Waiting for next update

[player007]

Super story

[Jex t]

I have added translation for you plz read it again...

Thanks bro. Back on track again. Eagerly waiting for next update ...

[BiratKj]

All are good but the last update... Why the third one man is it really necessary.... I know it's adultry but ...... Heroine does not have to slept everyone.... Like other story this also one heroine and her all fuckers... Thought it's an unique one but same..... I don't tell you how to navigate your story just expressed my thoughts.

[sa9891]

Please update soon

[Batni123]

All are good but the last update... Why the third one man is it really necessary.... I know it's adultry but ...... Heroine does not have to slept everyone.... Like other story this also one heroine and her all fuckers... Thought it's an unique one but same..... I don't tell you how to navigate your story just expressed my thoughts.

Its something I was also thinking but …. A 19 years would love to flex…. But still any other idea most welcome story is at verge of completion

[santhu304]

Update needed

[Batni123]

Guys need your suggestions in which direction we should take the story

[santhu304]

Please add armpit fetish in it

[Thangaraasu]

Excellent writing !!!
Nik claimed the prize Rad.. he is proud owner. Let him man up not to show/share to others like Arvind.

[Jex t]

It will be good if it revolves around only these 4 peoples.

Only because she desperate to have child, she seduce nikhil but now nikhil wants to share her now and saying Radha knows that person. So is he some one of her students who she dont like in her classroom.

Cpnsidering your story writing skills, hope any upcoming updates will be worthy of it.

[BiratKj]

Yeh right there is no different between Arvind and Nikhil both want to share... as you set up the theme go to the flow, as you want,.... But as you say in my comment you are at the end so I think wrote what you initially thought..... No need to stretch out the story.......... You are really a awasome writer in my suggestion go as you like your initial plan don't stretch for readers request... After that wrote a new one with new plot.... I am sure you also nailed it.