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

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Scene 11

The car hummed smoothly along the highway back to Delhi, the city lights beginning to flicker in the distance like scattered stars. I sat in the back seat, the brown envelope clutched tightly in my lap, the property papers inside feeling heavier than my still-aching breasts. Tauji had given me this—2 crores worth, he said—but the fine print haunted me: signatures needed from Rakesh Chacha and Suresh Chacha. I had no idea who they really were beyond fleeting glimpses at the wedding, distant uncles who had stared a little too long. My mind raced. I couldn't do this alone. I needed answers, and there was only one person who could give them without judgment or games.

I arrived at the house around midnight. The joint family home was quiet, the usual chaos muted by exhaustion from the wedding trip. Vivaan was already asleep in his crib, tended by the maid. Rajat had texted he was at the office late—some urgent meeting. Convenient, I thought bitterly. I slipped into Mummy ji and Papa ji's room without knocking.

Mummy ji was sitting on the bed, brushing her long hair, still in her simple night saree. Papa ji was reading a newspaper, glasses low on his nose. They both looked up, surprised but not alarmed.

"Disha beta?" Mummy ji said softly, setting the brush aside. "You're back so soon? Tau ji let you go early?"
I didn't answer with words. I just pulled out the envelope and placed it on the bed between them.
Papa ji picked it up first, unfolding the papers. His eyes widened behind the glasses. Mummy ji leaned over, reading silently. Then she gasped—a real, sharp intake of breath.

"Two crores... in your name?" she whispered. "Already transferred conditionally?"
Papa ji let out a low whistle. "In twenty-five years of marriage, I never got even a single acre signed over like this. Not even after... everything."

Mummy ji's hand trembled slightly as she touched the paper. "How did you do it, beta? What did you give him that we haven't?"
I sat on the edge of the bed, my lehenga still crumpled from the night before. "I gave him what he wanted. And more. But it's not enough. Look at the bottom."

They read the condition. Mummy ji's face hardened, then softened with something like pride.
"Tau ji is clever," Papa ji said, folding the papers carefully. "He dangles the carrot but ties it with chains. Rakesh and Suresh—they've been his shadows since childhood. Their wives, their daughters... they've all served him longer than anyone."
I looked between them. "How much property are we actually talking about? He said 2 crores, but... this feels like pocket change."
Mummy ji laughed—a short, surprised sound that turned into something deeper, almost relieved. Papa ji joined her, shaking his head.

"Thousands of crores, beta," Papa ji said quietly. "Villages, farmland, commercial plots in three states. Tau ji never married, never had children of his own. He kept everything in his name, saying it belonged to the family bloodline. But he made one rule: whoever pleases him most through the ritual, the service, the complete surrender, gets the largest share. The rest goes to charity if no one rises above the others. He's been testing us for decades."

My mouth went dry. "And the signatures? Why Rakesh Chacha and Suresh Chacha?"
Papa ji leaned back against the headboard. "When the six of us brothers were young, Tau ji(My father's elder brother) divided the early responsibilities. Rakesh and Suresh were the eldest after him—they took care of him when our father died young. Their wives nursed him through illnesses, their daughters learned the 'family ways' early. I was the youngest, married late. I got less time to prove myself. The other two—Naresh and Dinesh—they handle the day-to-day land management now, the tenants, the accounts. We don't need their signatures yet. But Rakesh and Suresh... their approval is Tau ji's final gatekeeper for any major transfer."

I swallowed. "Tell me about Rakesh Chacha. And Neha Bhabhi—his wife? You said they've been taking care of Tau ji from the beginning. But why did Tau ji end up with everything? Why didn't the land get divided equally like normal families?"
Papa ji exchanged a long look with Mummy ji. She nodded slightly, giving permission.

"It's a long story, beta," Papa ji began, his voice dropping low, almost reverent. "And, like everything in this family. Sit closer."
I shifted nearer. Mummy ji poured me a glass of water from the bedside jug.

"Forty years ago," Papa ji continued, "our father who was Tau ji's younger brother, died suddenly in a tractor accident. Tau ji, unmarried, the eldest, and the strongest. The land was in our grandfather's name, but after our father's death he willed it in Tau ji's name. After the accident, Tau ji became the owner of the entire inheritance.

"He said the land needed one strong hand to protect it from outsiders—greedy relatives, government officials, land mafias circling the villages back then. He claimed he would hold it in trust for all of us. But there was a deeper reason.
"Tau ji had... appetites. Strong ones. Our mother, his bhabhi—had always been close to him, almost like a sister-wife in the old traditions. After our father died, she turned to Tau ji for comfort. It started innocently—nursing him when he fell ill with malaria, sleeping in his room to watch over him. But one night, grief and loneliness turned into something else. She offered herself fully. Tau ji took her, night after night, while we children slept in other rooms. She became his first 'cow'—full, willing, producing milk even though she had stopped breastfeeding years earlier. He drank from her like it was nectar, saying it gave him strength to guard the land.

"The other brothers—especially Rakesh and Suresh—saw this. They didn't fight it. Instead, they encouraged their own wives to join. Rakesh's wife(Neha Bhabhi) was young and beautiful then; she went to Tau ji willingly, saying it was her duty to keep the family united. Suresh's wife(Suman Bhabhi) followed. Their daughters(Tania and Khushi), when they grew up—were taught the same. Tau ji never forced anyone, but he rewarded loyalty. Every time a woman pleased him, he added a small plot or a shop in their husband's name. But the bulk remained with him.

"Our father’s little share? Tau ji absorbed it legally through 'gifts' and 'trust deeds,' saying it was to protect us from taxes and disputes. Over time, as the land value exploded—Delhi expansion, highways, malls—he became the sole owner on paper. We all lived well—houses, cars, education—but the power stayed with him. The ritual became the test: who could satisfy him most completely would inherit the empire little by little and the rest would go... to charity."

Mummy ji touched my arm gently. "I tried for years, beta. I gave him my milk, my body, everything. But I was late to the game. Rakesh and Suresh's families had decades of head start. You... you've done in one night what I couldn't in twenty-five."

I stared at the papers. Thousands of crores. A dynasty hanging on my body, my milk, my willingness to bend... or to break them.
"So what now?" I asked, my voice steady for the first time. "How do we get Rakesh Chacha's signature?"
Papa ji smiled slowly. "We make a plan. But first, you rest. Tomorrow, we start. Rakesh is the key—he's proud, traditional, but weak for youth and sweetness. Neha Bhabhi(Rakesh's wife)... she's different, bitter. But their daughters(Tania and Khushi) still tied to her father. Use that."

Mummy ji squeezed my hand. "You've already surprised us, Disha. Now surprise them."
I nodded, feeling the weight shift—not just on my chest, but in my mind. This wasn't submission anymore. This was conquest.
And I was just beginning.