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### The Queen Who Knelt
Part Four: The Eternal Ownership
Chapter One: Day 45 – Sunday, 12 July 2020
**The Proud Husband**
11:10 a.m.
Lakshmi had already left for her friend’s place (“Birthday lunch, didi, I’ll be back by evening”).
The flat was theirs alone.
Nikhil walked into the bedroom where Radha was folding laundry.
He came up behind her, arms sliding around her waist, lips brushing her ear.
“Radha… one of my friends is coming in twenty minutes.
Be ready.
Wear the red saree I like.
And no bra.”
Radha froze, heart suddenly racing.
She turned in his arms, eyes wide with alarm.
“Nikhil… you’re going to… share me today?”
Her voice was small, trembling.
Nikhil smiled, kissed her forehead.
“You’ll see.
Just trust me.”
11:45 a.m.
The doorbell rang.
Radha stood in the living room in the deep-red saree, blouse low-cut, pallu perfectly dbangd, two mangalsutras shining.
No bra — her nipples faintly visible through the thin fabric when she moved.
She was terrified it was the day he would finally show her off.
Nikhil opened the door.
It was **Aryan Kapoor** — the quiet, studious boy from his coaching class, the one who always sat in the front row and blushed whenever Radha Ma’am praised his answers.
Aryan stepped in, smiling shyly.
“Hi Nikhil… you said you wanted to show me something impor—”
His words died.
Radha stood there, hands folded, the perfect picture of a newlywed wife.
Nikhil closed the door, slipped his arm proudly around Radha’s waist, and announced with the biggest grin of his life:
“Aryan… meet my wife.
Radha Ma’am… I mean… Radha Nikhil Sharma.”
Aryan’s jaw actually dropped.
He stared from Nikhil to Radha and back again, eyes like saucers.
“W-wife? Ma’am… you… Nikhil’s… wife?”
Radha forced a shy, radiant smile, cheeks pink, and folded her hands in greeting.
“Hello Aryan beta… sit, I’ll bring tea.”
She served them masala chai and biscuits, moving gracefully, then sat down right beside Nikhil on the sofa — close, like any loving wife.
Nikhil’s hand immediately went to her shoulder, thumb stroking the bare skin above her blouse, proud and possessive.
Aryan kept blinking, unable to process.
“Ma’am… this… how… when…?”
Nikhil laughed, squeezing Radha closer.
“Lockdown magic, bro.
She said yes.
Now she’s mine.
Completely.”
Radha leaned her head lightly against Nikhil’s shoulder, smiling softly, playing the role perfectly while her heart pounded with relief and joy.
Aryan finally found his voice.
“This is… insane. Congratulations, bhai… Ma’am… I mean… bhabhi?”
Radha giggled, blushing.
“Bhabhi is fine, Aryan.”
They talked for twenty minutes — college, exams, future plans — all perfectly normal, while Nikhil’s hand never left her shoulder, occasionally slipping down to trace the edge of her blouse.
When Aryan stood to leave, still dazed, Nikhil walked him to the door and said quietly:
“One thing, yaar.
This stays between us.
Not a word to anyone.
She’s my wife now.
No rumours. Promise?”
Aryan nodded vigorously.
“Promise, bhai.
Your secret is safe.”
The door closed.
The moment it clicked shut, Radha turned to Nikhil, eyes shining with tears of pure happiness.
She threw her arms around his neck and kissed him — long, deep, hungry — tongue sliding against his, hands pulling him as close as possible.
When they finally broke apart, breathless, she cupped his face.
“You didn’t share me…
You introduced me as your wife…
In front of the world…
Nikhil… I’ve never been so happy.”
Nikhil grinned, eyes dark with love and triumph.
Radha pressed her forehead to his, voice a sultry whisper.
“Tonight… special treat from your wife.
Be ready, husband.
I’m going to thank you properly.”
She kissed the corner of his mouth and walked away, hips swaying, leaving him standing there hard and aching with anticipation.
Chapter ends.
Part Four: The Eternal Ownership
Chapter One: Day 45 – Sunday, 12 July 2020
**The Proud Husband**
11:10 a.m.
Lakshmi had already left for her friend’s place (“Birthday lunch, didi, I’ll be back by evening”).
The flat was theirs alone.
Nikhil walked into the bedroom where Radha was folding laundry.
He came up behind her, arms sliding around her waist, lips brushing her ear.
“Radha… one of my friends is coming in twenty minutes.
Be ready.
Wear the red saree I like.
And no bra.”
Radha froze, heart suddenly racing.
She turned in his arms, eyes wide with alarm.
“Nikhil… you’re going to… share me today?”
Her voice was small, trembling.
Nikhil smiled, kissed her forehead.
“You’ll see.
Just trust me.”
11:45 a.m.
The doorbell rang.
Radha stood in the living room in the deep-red saree, blouse low-cut, pallu perfectly dbangd, two mangalsutras shining.
No bra — her nipples faintly visible through the thin fabric when she moved.
She was terrified it was the day he would finally show her off.
Nikhil opened the door.
It was **Aryan Kapoor** — the quiet, studious boy from his coaching class, the one who always sat in the front row and blushed whenever Radha Ma’am praised his answers.
Aryan stepped in, smiling shyly.
“Hi Nikhil… you said you wanted to show me something impor—”
His words died.
Radha stood there, hands folded, the perfect picture of a newlywed wife.
Nikhil closed the door, slipped his arm proudly around Radha’s waist, and announced with the biggest grin of his life:
“Aryan… meet my wife.
Radha Ma’am… I mean… Radha Nikhil Sharma.”
Aryan’s jaw actually dropped.
He stared from Nikhil to Radha and back again, eyes like saucers.
“W-wife? Ma’am… you… Nikhil’s… wife?”
Radha forced a shy, radiant smile, cheeks pink, and folded her hands in greeting.
“Hello Aryan beta… sit, I’ll bring tea.”
She served them masala chai and biscuits, moving gracefully, then sat down right beside Nikhil on the sofa — close, like any loving wife.
Nikhil’s hand immediately went to her shoulder, thumb stroking the bare skin above her blouse, proud and possessive.
Aryan kept blinking, unable to process.
“Ma’am… this… how… when…?”
Nikhil laughed, squeezing Radha closer.
“Lockdown magic, bro.
She said yes.
Now she’s mine.
Completely.”
Radha leaned her head lightly against Nikhil’s shoulder, smiling softly, playing the role perfectly while her heart pounded with relief and joy.
Aryan finally found his voice.
“This is… insane. Congratulations, bhai… Ma’am… I mean… bhabhi?”
Radha giggled, blushing.
“Bhabhi is fine, Aryan.”
They talked for twenty minutes — college, exams, future plans — all perfectly normal, while Nikhil’s hand never left her shoulder, occasionally slipping down to trace the edge of her blouse.
When Aryan stood to leave, still dazed, Nikhil walked him to the door and said quietly:
“One thing, yaar.
This stays between us.
Not a word to anyone.
She’s my wife now.
No rumours. Promise?”
Aryan nodded vigorously.
“Promise, bhai.
Your secret is safe.”
The door closed.
The moment it clicked shut, Radha turned to Nikhil, eyes shining with tears of pure happiness.
She threw her arms around his neck and kissed him — long, deep, hungry — tongue sliding against his, hands pulling him as close as possible.
When they finally broke apart, breathless, she cupped his face.
“You didn’t share me…
You introduced me as your wife…
In front of the world…
Nikhil… I’ve never been so happy.”
Nikhil grinned, eyes dark with love and triumph.
Radha pressed her forehead to his, voice a sultry whisper.
“Tonight… special treat from your wife.
Be ready, husband.
I’m going to thank you properly.”
She kissed the corner of his mouth and walked away, hips swaying, leaving him standing there hard and aching with anticipation.
Chapter ends.
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