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### 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.
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.
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