Disha: Lactating mom(Kamadhenu cow) - Exploited by Elders - Gold Grade Scene 10*

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Scene 7

The fire in the Havan Kund had turned to ash. The chanting stopped. The wedding was officially over.
Amit and Preeti stood up, their clothes tied together with the holy knot. They looked tired but happy. The first thing they did was walk towards Tauji.

They bent down low to touch his feet.
Tauji placed his heavy hand on Amit’s head, and then on Preeti’s head. "Be happy," he said in his deep voice. "Serve the family well."

I stood right next to Tauji, like his shadow. I watched Preeti. She looked so young and innocent. She didn't know yet. She didn't know that in this family, 'service' had a very different meaning.
Then, I looked around. Standing behind Tauji were the other men—my uncles. There was Rakesh Chacha, who was forty-eight with a potbelly. There was Suresh Chacha, who had sharp, cunning eyes. And two others I didn't know well.

They were all looking at me. They were looking at my deep-cut blouse, my heavy chest, and the way I was standing so close to the head of the family. I realized something in that moment. These were the men Papa ji had talked about. The men I might have to sleep with later.

A shiver went down my spine. It was scary, but also... strange. I felt like a prize. If I made Tauji happy—if I really became his favorite—then these other men would have to respect me. I wouldn't just be a shared toy; I would be the Queen who decided who gets to play.

"Disha," Amit smiled at me.
I snapped out of my thoughts. I stepped forward and hugged Amit. "Congratulations, Devar ji."
Then I hugged Preeti. Her jewelry felt cold against my warm skin. "Welcome to the family, Preeti," I whispered. "Good luck."

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We started moving towards the exit. It was time to go back to the hotel.
A shiny white BMW pulled up for the bride and groom. Amit and Preeti got in, waving at everyone.
I turned towards the parking lot. Our white Innova was waiting. Rajat was already standing by the door, looking tired. Mummy ji was already inside with Vivaan.

I started walking towards Rajat. I just wanted to take off my heavy heels and sleep.
"Disha!"
The voice was loud and commanding. It cut through the noise of the crowd.
I stopped. Rajat stopped.
It was Tauji.

He was standing next to a massive, black Rolls Royce Phantom. It was the most expensive car in the parking lot. A driver in a white uniform was holding the back door open.
Tauji wasn't looking at the car. He was looking at me. He lifted one finger and pointed at the empty seat next to him inside the luxury car.

"You ride with me," Tauji ordered. "I need to discuss the family rituals with you."
I looked at Rajat.
My husband didn't fight. He didn't say, "She is my wife." He didn't even look angry.
Rajat looked at the Rolls Royce, then at Tauji, and then at me. His eyes looked sad, but resigned. He knew exactly what this meant. This was the deal for the land. This was the price for his financial safety.

"Go, Disha," Rajat said softly, opening the door of the Innova for himself. "Tau ji is calling you. Don't make him wait."

My heart hammered in my chest. My husband was sending me away.
I turned around.
Slowly, I walked towards the Rolls Royce.
The parking lot was full of relatives. Cousins, aunts, distant uncles. They all stopped talking. They watched me. They saw Rajat getting into the family car alone, and they saw me—the young, voluptuous Bhabhi—walking towards the old patriarch’s car.

I saw Rakesh Chacha raise his eyebrows and whisper something to Suresh Chacha. They smiled. They knew. Everyone knew where the land was going. They knew who the new favorite was.
I reached the car. I lifted my heavy lehenga slightly to step inside. The smell of expensive leather hit me. The seat was soft as a cloud.
I sat down.

Tauji sat next to me. He filled the space.
The driver closed the door with a solid thud. The world outside disappeared. It was just silence, cool air, and the man who now owned me.
The car started moving smoothly, gliding like a ship.

I looked at Tauji. He was leaning back, his eyes closed, a small smile on his lips.
"Smart girl," he murmured without opening his eyes.
Then, he reached out. He placed his hand on my thigh, right on the silk of my lehenga. He slid his hand up, slowly, deliberately, until his thick fingers were resting on my inner thigh, dangerously close to my center.

"Rajat is a good boy," Tauji whispered. "He knows his place. And tonight... you will know yours."
I didn't push his hand away. I leaned back into the leather seat, feeling the expensive fabric against my skin and the heavy hand of power between my legs. I closed my eyes and let the Rolls Royce carry me to my destiny.