Hindi · Spouse
yesterday
Mein—Arjun—aankhein band kiye, apne dil ki dhadkan sun raha tha. Yeh shaadi ka mandap nahi, ek battlefield tha. Saamne, meri aane waali patni, Alina, khadi thi. Uski height mujhse aadha foot zyada—6'3"—aur uska physique ek Greek statue jaise tha, chikna, tez, muscular. Uski white silk kurta uske broad shoulders aur narrow hips ko perfectly define kar rahi thi, aur uski tailored black trousers ne uski powerful thighs ko accentuate kiya. Uski abs, jo kapde ke neeche bhi clear dikh rahi thi, ek eight-pack ki tarah thi, har ek muscle rigidly defined. Uski naak seene pe thi, aur uski black, short-cropped hair mein ek streak blonde thi. Uski aankhein—tez, brown—mujhpar tikhi hui thi, jaise woh mere har flaw ko measure kar rahi ho.
Uske baaju mein, uska pehla husband, Rohan, khada tha. Woh ek delicate figure tha, 5'6", uski body soft curves se bharpur, ek perfect hourglass. Uski creamy skin pe ek light pink lehenga choli tha, jo uske full breasts aur narrow waist ko highlight kar raha tha. Uski long, wavy black hair uske shoulders pe gir rahi thi, aur uske hathon mein delicate gold bangles chhan chhan kar rahe the. Uski aankhein neeche thi, sharmili. Woh pregnant tha—unka dusra bachha—aur uska belly, abhi chhota sa, uske lehenge ke pleats ke neeche nazar aa raha tha.
Mere pitaji—Vikram—mere paas khade the, unki sari mein, unki soft body nervousness se tharra rahi thi. Unki age 55, weight around 70 kilos, height 5'8". Woh ek retired professor the, aur aaj unki aankhein moist thi. "Beta, tum ready ho?" unki aawaz feminine, dheemi thi.
Mein neeche dekha—apne peach-colored silk saree mein, apne breasts jo bra ke under comfortably fit the, apna pet jahan future mein kya hoga uska dar tha. Mein 22 saal ka tha, 5'7", 60 kilos. Mera face, jo log kehte the beautiful tha, aaj makeup se bhara hua tha—kajal, lipstick. Mera long hair, jise meri maa—Shakti—ne aaj intricate braid mein baandha tha, mere back pe bojh sa mehsoos ho raha tha.
"Maa," mein dheeme se bola, apni maa ki taraf mud kar. Woh—Shakti—ek imposing figure thi, 6'2", unki body pure muscle ki tarah carved. Unki navy blue blazer aur trousers set ne unki broad shoulders ko accentuate kiya, aur unki black leather boots ne unki height aur bhi badha di. Unki age 50, weight 90 kilos of pure muscle. Woh ek business tycoon thi, construction industry mein. Unki aankhein sharp, calculating thi. "Hmm?" unki aawaz deep, authoritative.
"Kuch nahi," mein neeche dekha.
Alina ki maa—Zoya—aage badhi. Woh bhi equally tall thi, 6'1", unki salt-and-pepper hair crew cut mein thi. Unki olive-green sherwani ne unki muscular build ko showcase kiya. Woh ek retired army officer thi, age 55, weight 85 kilos. Unki aankhein mere upper body par scan kar rahi thi. "Arjun beta, aaj se tum humari family ka hissa ho. Hum expect karte hain tum apni duties as a husband aur father acche se nibhaoge."
Meri maa ne ek step aage badha. "Zoya, worry mat karo. Mera beta responsible hai. Woh Alina ke saath adjust kar lega."
Adjust. Yeh shabd mere pet mein ghus gaya. Adjust ka matlab tha—Alina ke rules follow karna, uske pehle husband ke saath coexist karna, uske bachhon ko palna, aur... uski physical needs ko satisfy karna.
Alina ne aage badh kar mere chin ko apni ungli se uthaya. Uski ungliyon mein rough calluses the, construction ya gym ke. "Tum nervous lagte ho," uski aawaz ek low rumble thi, almost predatory.
"Thoda sa," mein admit kiya, aankhein jhuka kar.
"Accha hai," usne kaha, apna face mere kareeb la kar. Uski saans mere cheeks ko chhu rahi thi. "Nervousness ka matlab hai tum care karte ho. Main expect karti hoon tum hamesha meri respect karo, aur mere ghar ke rules follow karo. Rohan," usne apne peeche dekha, "aao."
Rohan chhote steps se aage aaya, uski aankhein still neeche. Alina ne uski taraf ishara kiya. "Yeh Rohan hai, mera pehla husband. Woh tumse 28 saal ka hai. Woh ek trained classical dancer hai, aur ghar ka khana banata hai. Ab woh pregnant hai, isliye tumhe extra help karni hogi ghar ke kaam mein."
Rohan ne haath jod kar pranam kiya. "Namaste," uski aawaz ek soft whisper thi.
"Namaste," mein boli, haath jod kar.
Alina ne phir se mere taraf dekha. "Tumhari profession?"
"Mein... mein fashion designer hoon," mein boli. "Main abhi graduate hua hoon."
"Fashion designer?" Alina ki eyebrow uthi. "Tum feminine clothes design karte ho?"
"Haan. Mostly sarees, lehenga, gowns."
Usne halka sa smirk kiya. "Achha. Toh tumhari apni wardrobe bhi tum khud design karte hoge."
Meri maa ne intervene kiya. "Arjun bahut talented hai. Uske designs already do boutiques mein sell ho rahe hain."
Alina ki maa, Zoya, ne ghoorte hue kaha, "Talent acchi baat hai. Par ghar ki primary duty tumhari hai—bachhe paida karna, ghar sambhalna. Tumhari career secondary hai. Hum expect karte hain tum do bachhe Alina ko do agle char saal mein de doge."
Mere pet mein ice melt ho gaya. Do bachhe. Char saal mein.
Alina ne meri haalat dekhi. "Tension mat lo. Main tumhare saath gentle rahungi... pehle few times mein." Phir usne apni watch dekhi. "Chalo, ceremony shuru karte hain. Rohan, tum Arjun ko side mein le jao aur usko rituals samjhao."
Rohan ne haath se ishara kiya, aur mein uske peeche chal pada, apne saree ke pallu ko sambhalte hue. Mandap ke ek side mein, hum dono chhote stools par baith gaye.
Yahan se, main Alina aur uski family ko clear dekh sakta tha. Uske younger sister, Ayesha, 20 saal ki, equally muscular, uski blonde highlights ke saath, ek black leather jacket aur ripped jeans pehne hue, apni expensive sports bike par baithi hui thi, mandap ke bahar. Usne mujhe dekha, aur ek wink mari. Uske baad, Alina ka younger brother, Faizan—18 saal ka—jo actually ek ladka tha, lekin is duniya mein, woh bhi feminine tha. Woh ek light blue anarkali pehna hua tha, uski slender body, soft face, aur nervous movements se woh clearly uncomfortable tha apni sister ke dominating presence mein.
Rohan ne dheeme se kaha, "Yahan har ritual mein, tum Alina ke pair dhoge, usko garland daaloge, aur phir fire ke saat phere loge. Uske baad, woh tumhare neck mein mangalsutra daalegi."
"Mangalsutra?" mein pucha.
"Haan. Yahan, patni apne husbands ko mangalsutra pehnati hai, as a symbol of ownership." Rohan ne apne neck ko touch kiya, jahan ek gold aur diamond ki mangalsutra thi. "Alina ne mujhe yeh diya tha jab hum shadi kiye the."
Maine dekha—uski mangalsutra heavy thi, expensive. "Tum... tum convert kiye the?"
Rohan ne haan mein sir hilaaya. "Main Hindu tha. Alina ne mujhe propose kiya, aur maine accept kar liya. Conversion easy tha. Bas, maine Islamic rituals seekhe, aur apna naam change kiya—Rohan se Rehan. Par Alina mujhe Rohan hi bulati hai." Usne apne pet par haath rakh kar sochte hue kaha, "Woh... dominant hai, lekin caring bhi hai. Jab main pregnant tha pehli baar, woh har doctor's appointment par aati thi. Woh financially strong hai, humein kisi cheez ki kami nahi."
"Tumhare bachhe?"
"Ek beti hai, Zara. Woh 4 saal ki hai. Aaj woh Alina ki maa ke saath hai ghar par." Usne muskuraya. "Woh tumse milna chahegi. Woh bahut sweet hai."
Mandap ke centre mein, pandit ne shankh bajaaya. Ceremony shuru ho gayi.
Pehla step: Alina ek throne-like chair par baithi, aur mujhe uske pair dhone ko kaha gaya. Mein neeche jhuka, apne saree ke pleats ko sambhalta hua. Uske feet bare the, muscular, clean. Mein ne warm water liya, aur uske pair dhoe. Uske calves hard the, muscle flexed. Usne apna haath mere head par rakh kar gently pressure diya. "Accha," uski aawaz neeche se aayi.
Phir, garland exchange. Alina khadi hui, aur maine pehle usko garland pehnaya. Uski height ki wajah se mujhe tiptoe karna pada. Usne phir mujhe garland pehnayi, aur jab woh neeche jhuki, usne mere ear ke paas halka sa kaha, "Tum bahut beautiful ho."
Meri cheeks garam ho gayi.
Agla: phere. Agni ke saamne, Alina ne meri wrist pakdi, aur humne saat rounds liye. Har round par, pandit mantr padh raha tha, aur Alina ne har baar mere ear mein kuch na kuch kaha:
"Pehla phera: dharma ka. Main tumhari protector hoon."
"Dusra: arth ka. Main tumhari provider hoon."
"Teesra: kaam ka. Main tumhari desire hoon."
"Chautha: moksha ka. Main tumhari liberation hoon."
Uske shabd mere skin par fire ki tarah feel ho rahe the.
Aakhri phera ke baad, woh ek diamond-studded mangalsutra le kar aayi. "Jhuko," usne command kiya.
Mein neeche jhuka. Usne mangalsutra mere neck par latch kiya. It was heavy, cold. Usne latch close karte hue kaha, "Ab tum mere ho. Forever."
Ceremony khatam hui. Ab, reception shuru hui. Hall bada tha, extravagant. Alina ki side ki saari women muscular, tall, suits, blazers, trousers pehne hue, unki aawaazen deep, unki laughter booming. Unmein se koi doctors thi, koi lawyers, koi business owners. Sab ki eyes mere upper body par scan kar rahi thi, jaise woh ek nayi acquisition dekh rahe ho.
Mardon ki side—including mere pitaji, aur Alina ke brother Faizan—ek corner mein gather the, unki delicate sarees aur salwar kameez mein, unki soft conversations, unki nervous smiles. Woh submissive the, apni wives ya mothers ke saamne.
Dinner buffet tha. Alina ne meri wrist pakdi aur mujhe table par le gayi. "Khao. Tumhe energy chahiye hogi."
Maine thoda thoda khana liya. Usne dekha, aur apni plate se ek piece of chicken cut kiya, mere mouth ke saamne rakha. "Khao."
Mein ne kha liya. Usne satisfied nod diya.
Uske baad, dance. Music thumping tha. Alina ki sister Ayesha dance floor par aa gayi, apni leather jacket utaar kar, uski tank top ne uski ripped abs ko expose kiya. Usne apne boyfriend ko—ek slender ladka jo lehenga pehna tha—dance floor par ghumaya, uski waist pakad kar. Woh ladka blush kar raha tha, lekin enjoy kar raha tha.
Alina ne meri taraf dekha. "Tum dance karte ho?"
"Thoda sa," mein boli.
"Accha." Usne haath badhaya. "Aao."
Usne mujhe dance floor par le jaakar, apni strong arms se meri waist pakdi. Hum slow dance karne lage, lekin uska body mere against itna close tha, mujhe uski muscles ka har movement feel ho raha tha. Usne apna face mere hair mein daba kar kaha, "Tumhari smell acchi hai."
"Meri... perfume?"
"Nahi. Tumhari natural smell." Usne apna nose mere neck par rub kiya. "Sweet."
Meri heartbeat tez ho gayi. Usne mujhe apne against press kiya, aur maine uski chest ke muscles ko feel kiya. Woh solid tha, like granite.
Uske baad, cake cutting. Alina ne meri hand pakdi, aur humne saath mein cake cut kiya. Phir, usne ek piece uthaya, aur mere mouth ke saamne rakha. "Khao."
Maine kha liya. Phir, usne dusra piece uthaya, aur khud kha liya. Usne dekha ki mere lips par cream lag gaya tha. Usne apna thumb uthaya, aur mere lips par se cream saaf kiya. Phir, usne apna thumb apne mouth mein daal kar lick kiya. "Mmm."
Shaam ko, jab sab guests chale gaye, Alina ne mujhe apne bedroom mein le jaane ko kaha. Woh ek massive suite tha, minimalist décor, bade windows se city lights dikh rahe the. Bed king-size tha.
Rohan already wahan tha, ek silk nighty pehne hue, uski pregnant belly softly visible. Usne halka sa smile diya. "Main neeche sofa par sota hoon aaj. Tum dono ko privacy chahiye."
Alina ne uski taraf dekha. "Tum sure ho?"
"Haan. Main theek hoon."
Alina ne haan mein sir hilaaya. "Kal subah breakfast time pe ready rehna."
Rohan chala gaya, door band karte hue.
Ab, sirf hum dono the.
Alina ne apni blazer utaar kar bed post par daal di. Phir usne apni kurta ke buttons kholne shuru kiye. Har button ke saath, uski chest aur abs zyada visible hoti gayi. Uski skin smooth, tan, uski muscles perfectly defined. Jab usne kurta utaar di, toh woh sirf ek black vest mein thi, jo uski chest ko flat dikha rahi thi, lekin uski biceps aur shoulders fully exposed the.
Usne meri taraf dekha. "Tum apna saree utaar sakte ho."
Meri ungliyan trembling thi. Mein ne apna saree slowly unfold kiya, pallu, pleats, phir petticoat. Main sirf apne bra aur panty mein khada tha, apne arms se apne chest ko cover karte hue.
Alina ne aage badh kar mere haath pakde, aur unhe neeche kiya. "Cover mat karo. Main dekhna chahti hoon."
Usne mere upper body ko scan kiya, uski nazar mere breasts par ruki. "Beautiful," usne kaha, apna haath utha kar mere right breast ko touch kiya. Uske haath rough the, lekin touch gentle. Usne thumb se mere nipple ko rub kiya, jo instantly hard ho gaya.
Meri saans ruk si gayi.
Usne phir apna haath neeche kiya, mere stomach par, mere hips par. "Tumhari body perfect hai for carrying my children."
Phir usne apni vest utaar di. Ab woh completely upper body naked thi. Uski abs, uski chest, everything. Usne apni trousers utaari, aur ab woh sirf black boxers mein thi. Uski thighs massive the, muscles rippling. Aur uske boxers ke front mein, ek clear bulge thi, impressive, already growing.
Usne mujhe bed par push kiya, gently. "Let me see you."
Maine apne bra ka clasp khola, aur usse utaar diya. Phir, apni panty. Ab main completely naked tha, bed par uske saamne.
Usni aankhein dark ho gayi, desire se. "Hmm," usne kaha, apna weight mere upar la kar. Uski body heavy, warm thi. Usne mere lips par kiss kiya, rough, possessive.
