Adultery The Forbidden Relief – My Wife's Secret

[doodhwale_bhaiya]

What the Fuck!
 
Preeti smiled faintly, a little mysterious. 
“That’s the part we’re still figuring out. But it gave us permission, in a way. To think beyond clinics, beyond science alone. To consider… other ways.”
 
She lifted her glass. 
“To paths we didn’t know existed.”
 
They clinked, the sound soft but heavy with meaning, the night deepening around them.
 
Ravi looked up from his phone, brow furrowed, the blue light reflecting in his eyes. 
“What do you mean ‘figuring out’?”
 
Shikha leaned forward, her voice gentle but firm. 
“Since you guys are our very close friends… we thought we can at least tell you guys. But please don’t judge us.”
 
“We would be the last people to judge you guys”, Ravi said.
 
Preeti nodded, picking up the thread seamlessly. 
“The scripture my mother’s Baba gave her… it talked about ‘Niyoga’. It’s an ancient procedure—when a family needs to look beyond the usual to make a child. When one partner can’t, or circumstances force it, the text allows… an outside man to help. Just for the purpose of conception. No emotions, no relationship. Purely a service to continue the lineage.”
 
Ravi blinked, processing. 
“Okay… so what exactly is the matter here? You’re saying—”
 
Preeti cut in with a small smile, raising her hand. 
“How about you read about it on Google first? ‘Niyoga in Mahabharata’. It’ll be easier that way. Take your time.”
 
Ravi glanced at the three women—Simran’s curious eyes, Shikha’s calm gaze, Preeti’s knowing half-smile—then nodded. 
“Alright. Give me a minute.”
 
He opened his browser, fingers tapping quickly. The table fell into light chatter while he scrolled.
 
Simran sipped her vodka soda. “So… how’s the new project at work, Shikha?”
 
Shikha shrugged. “Same old. Client wants miracles in three days. I told him miracles cost extra.”
 
Preeti laughed. “Tell him to pay in advance. Miracles don’t come on credit.”
 
Meanwhile,
 
Ravi opened the first link—Wikipedia’s page on “Niyoga.” 
 
Niyoga was an ancient ***** practice described in the Mahabharata and other Dharmashastras. It permitted a woman to conceive a child with a man other than her husband under specific conditions: when the husband was dead, impotent, infertile, or unable to produce heirs. The purpose was strictly to continue the family lineage (vamsha). 
 
“Whoa… so this was a real thing? Not some myth?” Ravi’s thumb hovered while thinking. He scrolled further.
 
The man chosen for Niyoga was usually a sage, a brother-in-law (devar), or another man of high moral character. The act was considered a duty (dharma), not adultery. The child born belonged legally and socially to the husband, not the biological father. The biological father had no rights or claims over the child.
 
Ravi’s stomach tightened slightly. “No rights? So the man just… helps and disappears? That’s cold.” He kept reading.
 
Famous examples from the Mahabharata: 
 
After King Vichitravirya died childless, his mother Satyavati asked Sage Vyasa (her son from an earlier union) to impregnate her daughters-in-law Ambika and Ambalika. The children born—Dhritarashtra (blind) and Pandu (pale)—were raised as Kuru princes. 
 
Pandu, cursed to die if he consummated his marriage, allowed his wife Kunti to use mantras to invoke gods (a form of divine Niyoga) to bear the Pandavas.
 
“So this is deep. This was….I need another drink” He took a sip from his glass and continued reading. Ravi felt a strange mix of disbelief and reluctant respect. He opened a second link—a blog post summarizing the practice.
 
Niyoga was not about lust or pleasure. Rules were strict: 
No emotional attachment. 
The act was performed only until conception (sometimes limited to one child). 
The woman approached the man respectfully, often at night.
The man was there as a duty, not for gratification.
 
“Okaaaaay….This sounds like a drama. Anyways its not for me to judge.”
 
Ravi exhaled slowly. “Preeti and Shikha aren’t looking for a lover. They’re looking for… this. A solution. A way forward.”
 
He searched for modern interpretations and landed on a forum post.
 
Today, some scholars compare Niyoga to donor insemination or surrogacy, but with cultural and spiritual roots. It was society’s way of saying: family matters more than blood alone.
 
Ravi stared at the screen. Family matters more than blood. That hits hard.
 
He closed the browser, mind spinning. 
 
The ancient practice wasn’t scandalous back then—it was sacred. Practical. Necessary. And now, in 2026, two modern women were reaching back through time for the same reason: to build a family when science and nature hadn’t cooperated.
 
Fifteen minutes passed—small talk, laughter, the occasional glance at Ravi, whose face grew more serious with each scroll. Finally, he set his phone down, took a long sip of whiskey, and cleared his throat.
 
“I will be back from the loo”, Ravi got up and left. He washed his face multiple times to understand what was going on. All his trance had dissolved in thin air. This was some crazy shit going on here. He needs to control his words else he might upset very close friends.
 
Meanwhile at the Table.
 
“Simran, do you think he ran away?”, Preeti asked. Simran started laughing and said, “No, No. Are you crazy? It’s a bit too much for him to understand in one go. He will be back.”
 
“Who will be back?”, Ravi said.
 
Preeti was startled and said,” The waiter. We were looking for him for a drink.”
 
“Ohh there he is”, said Shikha and ordered her drink.
 
Preeti made a poker face at Simran and then raised her eyebrows smiling.
 
“Okay,” Ravi said slowly. “I’ve read. I understand your situation now. But… I just need to understand one thing.”
 
“ Who is going to go through with this?”
 
Preeti tilted her head. “Shikha.”
 
Ravi shook his head. “That’s not what I meant.”
 
After a few seconds…
 
Shikha met his eyes steadily. “You’ve met him today.”
 
Ravi cleared his throat again, louder this time, took another sip, then said the name quietly. 
“Arjun.”
 
Preeti nodded, calm. “But… I know what you’re asking. It’s not a relationship we’re looking for. We’re just looking for a service. A one-time act. Nothing more. No strings. He provides; we receive. That’s it.”
 
Ravi exhaled through his nose, processing. He looked uncomfortable, shifting in his seat.
 
Preeti softened her voice. 
“Ravi, listen. We’ve talked this through a hundred times. Arjun knows the boundaries. He’s agreed. We’re not asking him to be a father—just a donor in the oldest sense. And Shikha… she wants this. She wants to carry. We’re not reckless. We’re careful.”
 
Ravi rubbed his jaw, then looked at Simran. 
“I support you guys,” he said finally. “It takes a lot of courage to make a decision like this. Hopefully all will work out.”
 
Simran reached over and squeezed his hand under the table, grateful.
 
Preeti sighed, staring into her drink.
 
“That’s the only issue here. I don’t trust our generation. The scripture was written thousands of years ago. Men back then were… stronger. Pollution, stress, intoxicants, lifestyle—everything has made us weaker. Both males and females. We can’t help it. We were born in this age. We have to endure it.”
 
Ravi nodded slowly. 
“Don’t worry. I’m sure everything will work out.”
 
Preeti gave a small smile. 
“Yes. I’ll be there to supervise. Every step.”
 
Ravi raised an eyebrow, half-joking. 
“Can I watch too?”
 
Preeti, Shikha, and Simran answered in perfect unison: 
“Nooooo!”
 
The word rang out sharp and synchronized, followed by an explosion of laughter—loud, belly-deep, heads thrown back. Even Ravi cracked up, shaking his head as the tension melted away completely.
 
He raised his glass, still chuckling. 
“To making babies”, all repeated and cheered.