05-12-2025, 12:41 AM
(This post was last modified: 10-12-2025, 10:47 PM by Batni123. Edited 4 times in total. Edited 4 times in total.)
**Living Room – The New Order**
Twenty minutes later.
Radha sat on the sofa in her cream cotton saree, pallu slipping again and again because she had no blouse, no petticoat, nothing underneath.
The mangalsutra lay heavy between her breasts like a brand that refused to cool.
Her thighs were still sticky; every shift reminded her what had just been poured inside her.
Lakshmi folded clothes with the same calm rhythm she had used for eighteen years, as if she hadn’t just watched her son breed the mistress of the house.
Radha finally managed a whisper.
“Mujhe kuch nahi pata tha… tum aaj hi aanewali ho.”
{I had no idea... you were coming today.}
Lakshmi didn’t look up from the towel she was creasing.
“Didi, plan toh mera bhi nahi tha. Sharma aunty ka kaam jaldi khatam ho gaya, socha aapka kaam bhi ho hi gaya hoga… aa jaati hoon. Thoda jaldi ho gaya, sorry.”
{Didi, I didn't have a plan either. Sharma aunty's work finished early, so I thought your work must be done too... I'll come back. It got a bit early, sorry.}
She lifted her eyes then, gentle but merciless.
“Lekin didi… maan-na padega. Kabhi socha nahi tha ki Nikhil, jiski aapke saamne moochh uthane ki himmat nahi thi, aapka ye haal karega. Us din toh aap chal bhi nahi paa rahi thi… aaj khud uske kamre mein chali gayi. Waise didi, jawaan ladkon ki toh bahut demand hoti hai… main toh bahut khush hoon ki aap mere bete ko mard bana rahi hain. Warna pata nahi uska kya hota., aur auka kam hogaya”
{But Didi... you have to admit it. I never thought Nikhil, who didn't have the courage to raise his voice in front of you, would do this to you. That day you couldn't even walk... today you went to his room yourself. Anyway, Didi, young boys have a lot of demand... I'm very happy that you're making my son a man. Otherwise, who knows what would have happened to him. And did your plan worked}
Radha’s face flamed.
*She’s praising me… for letting her son fuck me senseless.
She’s thanking me for turning her shy boy into the man who just put a baby in me.*
Her womb fluttered again, shame and pride twisting into something unbearable.
Radha’s voice came out small, cracked:
“Bas kaam ho gaya hai… ab Arvind sir ko bulana hai. Unko sab late achcha lagta hai… unka toh ghar hai hi.”
{The work is done... now we have to call Arvind sir. He likes everything late... it's his house after all.}
Lakshmi’s smile sharpened.
She put the last folded towel aside, wiped her hands on her pallu, and called out sweetly:
“Nikhil! Jaldi living room mein aao.”
{Nikhil! Come to the living room quickly.}
Bare feet padded quickly.
Nikhil appeared in the doorway wearing only his lungi, hair tousled, eyes still wide with the fear of being caught.
He stopped in the centre of the room like a soldier called to attention.
Lakshmi looked at her son, then at Radha, then back at her son.
Her voice was calm, absolute.
“Tune didi ko mangalsutra pehnaya. Iska matlab ab ghar ka maalik mera beta hai. Main tum dono ke beech kabhi nahi aaungi. Ye baat sirf hum teenon ke beech rahegi, bahar kisi ko kanokaan bhi nahi. Lekin padhai mein ek bhi number kam nahi aana chahiye, samjhe? Aur tu apni dulhan ke saath jee bhar ke enjoy kar. Woh teri biwi hai ab.”
{You put the mangalsutra on Didi. That means now the master of the house is my son. I will never come between you two. This matter will stay only between us three, not a word to anyone outside. But in studies, not a single number less, understood? And you enjoy fully with your bride. She is your wife now.}
She turned to Radha, eyes soft but unyielding.
“Didi… aap mere bete ko patni ka sukh de rahi ho, toh mujhe bhi bahu ka sukh chahiye. Isko top engineering college bhejna ab aapki zimmedari hai. Main toh apni bahu se apne pair dabwati hoon, ghar ka saara kaam bhi wohi sambhaalti hai.”
{Didi... you're giving my son the pleasure of a wife, so I also want the pleasure of a daughter-in-law. Sending him to a top engineering college is now your responsibility. I make my daughter-in-law massage my feet, and she handles all the household work too.}
Radha’s mind reeled.
*This wasn’t in the plan.
I surrendered to him… now I’m surrendering to his mother too?*
But the words left her mouth before pride could stop them:
“Ji… theek hai. Jo aap kahengi. Ab aap meri saas hain. Main aapke sone se pehle aapke pair dabaya karungi… aur ghar ka saara kaam bhi.”
{Yes... okay. Whatever you say. Now you are my mother-in-law. I will massage your feet before you sleep... and handle all the household work too.}
Lakshmi’s smile widened, genuine this time.
She rose, went to her tiny room, and returned with her own simple mangalsutra, the one she had worn since her wedding day.
She held it out to Nikhil.
“Beta… laga de apni biwi ko.”
{Son... put it on your wife.}
Nikhil’s hands shook, but he stepped forward, took the chain, and fastened it around Radha’s neck, right beside the one that had once belonged to Arvind.
Two mangalsutras now rested between her breasts, one from a husband across the ocean, one from the mother of the boy who had just claimed her womb.
Radha immediately bent, touched Lakshmi’s feet, then Nikhil’s.
Both placed their hands on her head in blessing.
Lakshmi’s voice floated down, warm and final:
“Aur haan, Radha… aaj raat se Nikhil tumhare kamre mein soyega. Main apne kamre mein. Neend achchi aayegi tumhe.”
{And yes, Radha... from tonight, Nikhil will sleep in your room. I'll sleep in mine. You'll sleep well.}
She turned, humming that same old lullaby, and disappeared behind the curtain.
Radha stayed bowed a second longer, forehead pressed to the cool marble, two mangalsutras heavy against her heart, womb still fluttering with fresh seed.
*Saas and pati both own me now.
The queen has become the bahu of her own house.*
Chapter ends.
Twenty minutes later.
Radha sat on the sofa in her cream cotton saree, pallu slipping again and again because she had no blouse, no petticoat, nothing underneath.
The mangalsutra lay heavy between her breasts like a brand that refused to cool.
Her thighs were still sticky; every shift reminded her what had just been poured inside her.
Lakshmi folded clothes with the same calm rhythm she had used for eighteen years, as if she hadn’t just watched her son breed the mistress of the house.
Radha finally managed a whisper.
“Mujhe kuch nahi pata tha… tum aaj hi aanewali ho.”
{I had no idea... you were coming today.}
Lakshmi didn’t look up from the towel she was creasing.
“Didi, plan toh mera bhi nahi tha. Sharma aunty ka kaam jaldi khatam ho gaya, socha aapka kaam bhi ho hi gaya hoga… aa jaati hoon. Thoda jaldi ho gaya, sorry.”
{Didi, I didn't have a plan either. Sharma aunty's work finished early, so I thought your work must be done too... I'll come back. It got a bit early, sorry.}
She lifted her eyes then, gentle but merciless.
“Lekin didi… maan-na padega. Kabhi socha nahi tha ki Nikhil, jiski aapke saamne moochh uthane ki himmat nahi thi, aapka ye haal karega. Us din toh aap chal bhi nahi paa rahi thi… aaj khud uske kamre mein chali gayi. Waise didi, jawaan ladkon ki toh bahut demand hoti hai… main toh bahut khush hoon ki aap mere bete ko mard bana rahi hain. Warna pata nahi uska kya hota., aur auka kam hogaya”
{But Didi... you have to admit it. I never thought Nikhil, who didn't have the courage to raise his voice in front of you, would do this to you. That day you couldn't even walk... today you went to his room yourself. Anyway, Didi, young boys have a lot of demand... I'm very happy that you're making my son a man. Otherwise, who knows what would have happened to him. And did your plan worked}
Radha’s face flamed.
*She’s praising me… for letting her son fuck me senseless.
She’s thanking me for turning her shy boy into the man who just put a baby in me.*
Her womb fluttered again, shame and pride twisting into something unbearable.
Radha’s voice came out small, cracked:
“Bas kaam ho gaya hai… ab Arvind sir ko bulana hai. Unko sab late achcha lagta hai… unka toh ghar hai hi.”
{The work is done... now we have to call Arvind sir. He likes everything late... it's his house after all.}
Lakshmi’s smile sharpened.
She put the last folded towel aside, wiped her hands on her pallu, and called out sweetly:
“Nikhil! Jaldi living room mein aao.”
{Nikhil! Come to the living room quickly.}
Bare feet padded quickly.
Nikhil appeared in the doorway wearing only his lungi, hair tousled, eyes still wide with the fear of being caught.
He stopped in the centre of the room like a soldier called to attention.
Lakshmi looked at her son, then at Radha, then back at her son.
Her voice was calm, absolute.
“Tune didi ko mangalsutra pehnaya. Iska matlab ab ghar ka maalik mera beta hai. Main tum dono ke beech kabhi nahi aaungi. Ye baat sirf hum teenon ke beech rahegi, bahar kisi ko kanokaan bhi nahi. Lekin padhai mein ek bhi number kam nahi aana chahiye, samjhe? Aur tu apni dulhan ke saath jee bhar ke enjoy kar. Woh teri biwi hai ab.”
{You put the mangalsutra on Didi. That means now the master of the house is my son. I will never come between you two. This matter will stay only between us three, not a word to anyone outside. But in studies, not a single number less, understood? And you enjoy fully with your bride. She is your wife now.}
She turned to Radha, eyes soft but unyielding.
“Didi… aap mere bete ko patni ka sukh de rahi ho, toh mujhe bhi bahu ka sukh chahiye. Isko top engineering college bhejna ab aapki zimmedari hai. Main toh apni bahu se apne pair dabwati hoon, ghar ka saara kaam bhi wohi sambhaalti hai.”
{Didi... you're giving my son the pleasure of a wife, so I also want the pleasure of a daughter-in-law. Sending him to a top engineering college is now your responsibility. I make my daughter-in-law massage my feet, and she handles all the household work too.}
Radha’s mind reeled.
*This wasn’t in the plan.
I surrendered to him… now I’m surrendering to his mother too?*
But the words left her mouth before pride could stop them:
“Ji… theek hai. Jo aap kahengi. Ab aap meri saas hain. Main aapke sone se pehle aapke pair dabaya karungi… aur ghar ka saara kaam bhi.”
{Yes... okay. Whatever you say. Now you are my mother-in-law. I will massage your feet before you sleep... and handle all the household work too.}
Lakshmi’s smile widened, genuine this time.
She rose, went to her tiny room, and returned with her own simple mangalsutra, the one she had worn since her wedding day.
She held it out to Nikhil.
“Beta… laga de apni biwi ko.”
{Son... put it on your wife.}
Nikhil’s hands shook, but he stepped forward, took the chain, and fastened it around Radha’s neck, right beside the one that had once belonged to Arvind.
Two mangalsutras now rested between her breasts, one from a husband across the ocean, one from the mother of the boy who had just claimed her womb.
Radha immediately bent, touched Lakshmi’s feet, then Nikhil’s.
Both placed their hands on her head in blessing.
Lakshmi’s voice floated down, warm and final:
“Aur haan, Radha… aaj raat se Nikhil tumhare kamre mein soyega. Main apne kamre mein. Neend achchi aayegi tumhe.”
{And yes, Radha... from tonight, Nikhil will sleep in your room. I'll sleep in mine. You'll sleep well.}
She turned, humming that same old lullaby, and disappeared behind the curtain.
Radha stayed bowed a second longer, forehead pressed to the cool marble, two mangalsutras heavy against her heart, womb still fluttering with fresh seed.
*Saas and pati both own me now.
The queen has become the bahu of her own house.*
Chapter ends.
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