Slave Wife

Hi I am Aadhya. I am currently 22 years old. I just want to narrate my story about how I became a slave wife for my husband.

Story begins:-

This story started when I was 18 years old. My family belongs to the small town in India. We were reputed people of the town and had so much respect.

My father was a well known person in town. I had just completed my school. As per culture & rituals in my town girls should not go to school. Girls should learn household work rather than learning books. But my father was a really Nobel man. He said now that time is changing girls should get knowledge of the world.

Though there was a revolt from all my relatives and people from town, my father sent me to the big college in the city which is near the town.

I was a very bright student in study. When I got admission at college I decided that I will become a good successful business person in my life that everybody from will should see to me as an idol. This will help further generation girls to get better education and which leads to development of the town.

I got admission at college and hostel as well. I got many friends at college and the hostel. All were girls of course. I was a really shy type girl Moreover it's been almost taboo to talk to any other guy in the town. So I was following those rules in college as well.

I forgot to tell you about how I look at all. I am 5'7 feet high with a very slim body. My boobs have started to develop day by day. Right now it's almost 32B. I have very long beautiful hair till my waist.

In town I used to wear salwar kamiz. No jeans and skirts allowed in the town as people were of orthodox thinking. After marriage I only wear saree that is too when I am going out but when I am home I am not allowed to wear clothes. That I will describe you as the story proceeds.

To adjust with city life I started to transform myself. There were girls from other cities as well. I started to wear jeans and mini skirts in college. I used to oil my hair very little. Rather than braiding it I started keeping my hair open, Many of them suggested that I should have a trendy haircut. But I was not able to dare to cut my hair. Means when I go home for vacation I can change my dressing as per town concern. But I can't face my parents with a haircut. All women in the town have long and beautiful hair so cutting hair was not at all a question.

In those college days I hardly used to wear salwar kamiz. In those days I hardly remembered that I wear anything below my knees. I started to visit the parlor once a week regularly. When I reached home I got to know my father is no more. There was an aunty living in the neighbourhood. She told me my father died due to a heart attack. I was shocked, I cried a lot.

After a few days of my father I asked my mother to come to the city with me and I can join the college again. But my mother said "your father was the only person who was earning money for home. As a woman I can't do the farm work. So i am very sorry to say you have to leave your college."

It was very much sad news for me. I could understand the financial position. We have to sell our farm. One day i got a proposal from a big village for marriage. As I was very young I told my mother that I need some more time. But my mother was not in a position to listen to me because she knew it was very hard to raise money for my marriage without my father.

I could have agreed for marriage but the groom was too old for me. It was almost 32. Still due to my situation i could have adjusted that but this is not the first marriage for him. His first wife passed away while delivering a child.

So the groom's family was ready to adjust for the dowry part. They are also ready to contribute to the expenses of marriage. I literally pleaded with my mother to reject this proposal but she was firm on his decision.

Soon the in-laws family came to see me. His mother (Manju) was looking very horrified. She had three piercings at nose. One at each side and one at middle at septum. She was wearing too many ornaments. There were almost 6-7 piercings on each ear lobe. Three rings in each finger of the hand. Two rings at foot figures. She was also having long hair which was plaited in braid tightly with a lot of oil.

Her septum ring was so big that it almost reached her upper figure. It was heavy as well.

A guy was black in colour with a moustache. He was not good looking at all. When i saw him for the first time I couldn't imagine him as my life partner. He was wearing white shirt and pants at least his dressing sense was good.

His father was looking fully traditional. He was wearing dhoti. He was having a big white moustache. My mother carried out some initial talk. Then she called me. I was at the kitchen. As per tradition when the groom's family comes to see the bride for the first time the girl is supposed to serve tea. As per tradition i serve tea to them.

I was wearing a Saree. Before I came back in saree with tea, Manju told my mother that if marriage is fixed then Aadhya needs to wear saree daily no western dressage is allowed after marriage.



Then she asked me to sit near her. She then checked for my nose piercing. I had only one nose pierced at the left side of the nose. That was when i was very young. Then she asked me to walk a few steps (just to check whether i have any kind of defect in my leg.)

She checked my hair and appreciated it for having such long beautiful hair. Then she asked me to knot with the help of a needle. (Just to check my eyes) after this she said would I like to ask anything to the boy.

I was so afraid of all the process and her commands I just nodded that I didn't want to ask anything. As I was not ready for marriage.

I have decided that after that family left our home I am strictly going to tell my mother to reject the proposal. Without asking my mother Manju asked me to go inside as she wants to discuss something with my mother. When I went inside the groom Aarav came in behind me. I was shocked that he followed me.

Aarav: My mother asked me to have some talk to you so we can better know each other. I can understand that you were under pressure and that you didn't ask me anything. Would you like to ask me anything?

Me: Nothing as such. Anyways I am sorry to hear that you lost your first wife."

Aarav: That bitch must die. She was not at all deserving.

I was shocked, that my face told Aarav about my shocking state.

Aarav: She was carrying a girl child. When I asked her to abort it she didn't listen to me. That's why she got punished for displaying his husband.

Me: What's wrong with a girl child?"

Aarav: There is everything wrong with a girl child. Anyways don't take tension right now I am with you. Yes... just don't take much tension from my mother. She is a bit dominant in nature. She wants to follow tradition. I don't think it's hard to follow her traditions. Just you have to follow her orders then your life will be very happy. Anyways I think we have spent enough time to get to know each other and let our parents decide about our marriage.

We came out where they were discussing something serious. When we enter, all of them become silent

Manju: So you think about the proposal which I gave you and decide about marriage. We will be waiting for your answer.

I was thinking which proposal she was talking about? They left the home then I started to ask my mother.

Me: What kind of proposal did Manju talk about?

My mother slaps me very hard.

Mother: She is going to be your mother in law. Don't call her by her name. Have some respect.

There were tears in my eyes but somehow i controlled my tears. I was more interested to know about the proposal rather than that slap.

Mother: Manju ji was saying that if I agreed for the marriage proposal their family would give us some amount for my expenses. I think that will be a great deal as i am worried about money after your dad.

Me: Are you trying to sell me for the good amount of money just like any farm animal? This is pathetic.

Mother: No dear... the family is good. Your husband is well educated. It will be a win-win deal. You will get a good home in return I will leave my life worry free. Moreover they will manage expenses of marriage on their own. We don't have to spend anything for it.

Me: Didn't you see how much dominating she was? Moreover her so called traditions. I don't want to live my rest of life in following ridiculous traditions which have no meaning as such.

Mother: Whether you wish or not you are going to marry Aarav ji. As it is he is not living with his parents, He is living in Delhi for his job. So you don't have to worry about the following traditions. You just have to follow tradition when you are with your in-laws. Whenever you come here for vacation you will leave life tradition free. I am your mother I can't give pain to my daughter in return for money. They are going to come back next week for engagement. So you have a whole week to prepare your mind for marriage. I know everything is so sudden to you. But believe me this will be for your better future.

Me: What about my education which I left after dad?

Mother: ohhh... i just forgot to ask Manju ji about it. After three days when i will go to their home i will definitely ask her. But i am sure she will not deny it.

Me: It's ok then. If they allow me for further education i will definitely prepare my mind for marriage. After all i also have to think about your life when I leave this home.

After the 4th day my mother came back from their home she was a bit tensed but happy as well.

Me: Mata ji did you ask about my education?

I think she was expecting this question before answering me she thought for a couple of seconds.

Mother: yes dear i did ask her. She said I will allow her for further education but not which she wanted to have. I will give her a different education in which I will see to it that she should be a master. I don't know what kind of education she was talking about.

Me: Lets see I will convince my husband after marriage don't worry. What about the marriage date?

Mother: Manju ji was saying marriage will be after three months. As there is no shubh muhurat for the next three months. But engagement will be after 3 days. So she said tomorrow we are going shopping for some shopping. So be ready for tomorrow early morning as we are going to a nearby town.

Next morning i wake up early. As per my mother in law's instruction i wear saree. I had only one blouse. Because i used to wear saree on very few occasions just like durga pooja. But I didn't want to create a mess at the shopping place. It was very much difficult to carry this attire. But i had to prepare my mind because i am going to get married with Aarav just for the sake of my mother. I was praying that something should happen and this marriage should be cancelled. But there were so few hopes. We reached town. Manju was there before we reached the place. For the engagement ring we went to a jewellery shop where she selected a heavy ring. It was too costly as well. The cost of the ring which I had to pay after my marriage. That you will come to know as the story proceeds. Then we went to the cloth shop. There she got 7 sarees for me. It was a really tiresome job to try every saree by wearing it till the time she gets satisfied. Then again we went to one old blacksmith shop. I didn't understand for what reason. The old black asked me to lift my saree to the naval level. Then she took measurements of my waists.

Manju: This is a tradition. The bride must wear a metal waist ring. See mine.

She showed her metal ring to her waist. It was so tight that hardly a figure could pass through the ring and waist.

I didn't understand for what purpose.

Me: Does it really necessary to wear this? Means its old tradition now.

Manju: YOU HAVE TO WEAR this. I told you on the first day only I believe in the following traditions. There will be no way out of this.

Her voice was so sharp that i could say a single word after that. The blacksmith then fitted the ring to my waist. He showed it to Manju. She slid a figure inside the ring and asked him to reduce its size. Blacksmith did as instructed and fitted again to my waist. To my surprise he welded that ring at my back so the waist ring is now permanent. I can't remove it unless it is cut down.

Manju: From now on you will only wear saree.

I was going to make adjustments for my mother's sake so i decided that i will make minimum complaints to my mother. After the shopping was over we went home. It took more than 4 days to adjust with my new permanent accessory.

Next week's engagement took place. We could afford a silver ring to Aarav ji. It was embarrassing. But still Aarav's family didn't say anything as they knew our condition. So engagement went well.

There is nothing to describe for engagement as such there were only 10-15 people for the ceremony.

The real story begins here. after engagement Aarav gave me one new mobile so that we can have a chat. I have started to wear saree on a daily basis as it was difficult for me to adjust but i did it just for the hope that when we shift to Delhi Vikas will allow me to live as I want.

Every day Aarav used to ask me to click a photo of me in saree and send it to him. Initially he used to praise me for the colour and style of saree. But after some days slowly slowly he started to direct me which saree I am supposed to wear that day which blouse I should wear. That was really annoying to me but I thought I would wait till the time of marriage then everything will be fine. One day when I sent a photo to him my hair was open. That day I just washed my hair before sending him a photo that lost his temper.

Aarav: This is the first and the last warning for you can't keep your hair unbraided anytime until I ask you. You hair should always neatly braid with oil. I am not going to repeat this again. If u cant understand this then I will see to it thow to correct that with punishment.

Is he joking?? Am I a kid to punish? The question was hammering in my mind. What the hell did he get right to punish me? My father didn't even do that. But i didn't want to create any kind of mess so to cut the topic short.

Me: OK. I didn't know u hate open hair so much. Next time I will take care of it.

Aarav: You better remember this otherwise you will be sorry for your mistakes.

Me: But why punishment? Are you going to correct my small mistakes by punishment only?

Aarav: Of course punishment always comes with a lesson for not to repeat the mistake again. Make a note that mistake never being small or big for punishment. Punishments are lessons to correct the future.

Me: My father didn't even do that to me. You are going to be my husband. How can u punish your wife? That is for just keeping her hair open? It's my hair i can do anything i want with it. I didn't want to take this topic but i hate this waist ring and your mother's instructions for me what to wear.

Aarav: First of all you are going to be my wife means you should follow my orders without any hesitation whether you like it or not. After marriage there is nothing that belongs to you not your hair as well for that matter not your name even because after marriage your name will be in front of me. About the waist ring this is our tradition you have to follow it whether you like it or not.

Me: I can understand about tradition but does it make any sense to wear this waist ring? I don't think so. About my hair and my name it's all mine i have my own identity in this world.

Aarav: No your identity will vanish after marriage. You will wear bangles for me. You will wear Mangalsutra of my name. Even through your maang but sindoor will be for my name only. At the time of marriage it will be your hand but the name in mehendi will be mine in your hand. Look at your mother does she have any identity after your father? No.

Me: See wearing all those things again will be my choice. You can't force me to wear what to wear.

Aarav: Ha Ha Ha Ha ... nice argument. Do you think you are going to win? After marriage everything will be changed. So hope for the best.

After 3 months there was the marriage day. I was wearing a red colour saree. Now I have become so used to wearing saree. But my salwar kamiz is still there in my cupboard. They were hunting me. So i decided to take it with me to Aarav's home. There was the slightest hope that I would get a chance to wear them. Aarav's mother gave me many ornaments to wear. At the time of marriage Vikas out magulasture on my neck. Then he applied red sindoor to my maang. After all the spiritual chants we become official husband and wife. There was a very formal programme of marriage very few guests were there.

As it was aarav's second marriage his family invited very few close family relatives. From my side, there were few guests only as my family is very small there were very few people that we could invite. After marriage and dinner we started to go to Vikas home. My mother and I cried a lot. I didn't understand how she would take care of her alone?

Manju: Don't worry; we will take care of her. From now on she is just like our daughter. So you go home without any worries in mind.

Mother: That's so nice of you. I will hope for her best. She is young forgive her for her mistakes. She will learn to follow traditions slowly slowly. My best wishes are with both newly wedded couples.

Aarav and I touched my mother's feet to take blessings. We sat in the car to go.

Aarav: That was the first and last time i touched her feet. In the future I won't do it.

Me: She is older than both of us. So what's wrong with taking her blessings?

Aarav: I don't like to bend in front of anyone and she is your mother so i have no value for her.

No value? How can he just say that? But i didn't want to ruin my memories of marriage so I didn't argue with him.

We went to his home. It was dark outside. He was having a big home. There were many servants. I didn't see his home before because as a traditional girl should not go to her would be the husband's home.

I was waiting in the room all in a bridal outfit, Aarav's mother gave me few instructions of what to do.

Now I have to listen footsteps of my husband to guess whether he came or not. There were flower garlands all over hanging from top White bed sheet on the bed with decoration of rose petals. I became nervous.

Aarav came in. He locked to door from inside. Then he sat in from of me.

Aarav: It was exactly same as my first marriage. But the little change is my last wife didn't sit as you are. That bitch was half naked before i come. Let it be i will narrate that story some other time tonight i don't want to waste my time I am very much egger to ripe your virginity. I hope you are a virgin.

Me (behind the pallu): What's the virginity is? I don't know about it?

Aarav (while lifting my pallu): You will know soon and all family members as well (he giggles little) didn't my mother give you instruction about what to do?

I just remember that I stood up from bed are gave him milk.

Aarav: There must be something before that didn't she tell you?

Opps i forget. I bent on my knees and touched his feet but didn't say anything.

Aarav: Don't you want to ask something?

I didn't recall what to ask.

Aarav: You should say my place is at your feet. So speak "My whole life is dedicated to you. I will obey your each command. Even my existence is to serve you. I will never do the things which you don't like. I will try my best to follow the tradition. Please give me a blessing for your long life"

Is that i am supposed to say? I couldn't gather words as it was too much humiliating for me. I tried to gather words.

Me: I.... will..... Follow your orders... ahhhhhmmmm... i will obey you. Give me blessings.

Aarav: Did i say that? Just remember what i said and say it again. I want you to say loudly without hesitation.

Me: My whole life is dedicated to you. I will obey your command. Even my existence is to serve you. I will never do the things which you don't like. I will try my best to follow the tradition. Please give me a blessing for your long life.

After saying this I started get up. But with his strong hands on my shoulder he pushed me on the ground. I was again at his feet bending in my knees.

Aarav: Did i ask you to get up?

Me: This is too much. I am having my own identity in this word. Moreover how can you push me like this.

Aarav: I am your god... master everything from now on. You will worship me only. You said you have your own identity let me show you how you are wrong. What's your name?

Me: Aadhya

Aarav: Complete name.

Me: Aadhya Mehta

Aarav(just had a cruel smile on his face): No Mehta! It is no more for you now? Your name is A. Aadhya (Aarav Aadhya). So tell me again what's your name?

He was true that girl should have his husbands name in front of her. So really my surname is no more for me.

Me: A. Aadhya with shaking voice.

There were tears in my eyes.

Aarav: I didn't hear you. Say it loudly one more time.

Me: A. Aadhya

(with a firm voice now.)

Aarav: You should be thankful that I didn't change your whole name. So now touch my feet with your forehead and then you can get up.

Am I supposed to touch my forehead on his feet just like I used to do in temple? Is he really my god? I didn't want to ruin this night so i did what he said. I got up on my feet. He then drank 1/2 milk from the glass and offered me to finish the remaining. As per my mother-in-law's instruction i finished the remaining glass without any thoughts.

He slowly started removing my saree. It was first time that any man touching me. I am now on my blouse and petticoat. I tried to hide my boobs with my crossed hands. Then he slowly removed knot from my petticoat it fell down to my legs. Without any words he made me turn around and started to unbuckle blouse. I turn around again and he pulled the blouse neglecting my resistance. Now I am in panty and bra. Then he pulled the drawer of cupboard and took scissors. Then he cut the tip of my blouse. Now my nipples were probing from that hole in my bra. He then started pinching my nipples. A wave of sharp pain ran in my body. Ahhhhhhhhhmmmmmmmm..... A moan escape from mouth. He started kissing my neck and cheeks. Then he suddenly started kissing my lips. I didn't know how to kiss. I just kept my lips open and allowed his tong in my mouth. While kissing he pinch my another nipple very hard that again got a sharp pain. This time my moan didn't come out because our lips where locked. I was wearing big nose ring which attached to my ear with chain. He slowly removed my ring from the nose and ears. I was feeling so shy that i couldn't even look directly into his eyes. He then started to undo my other ornaments. He started to remove my panty. He touched my pussy lips.

Aarav: There are so many hairs down there. You need to remove that frequently. I like clean and shaved pussy. Come let's do it.

He pulled me to the bathroom. He took out shaving kit and razor. He asked me to sit on wash basin and started applying foam there. He slowly started removing foam with hair.

Aarav: Don't move! It can cut your sensitive part.

After 5-10 minutes he washed everything from my pubic area. Now my pubic area is fully clean and smooth.

Again we came in bed room from bathroom. He asked me the sleep on the bed. I was sleeping on the bed on my back. Then from cupboard he pulled out one small plastic sheet which he spread under my hips. I didn't understand what the purpose of that Then has started undressing. He climbed the bed naked. He took my hand and put it on his cock. It was huge. As much as I have knowledge he is supposed to put in my pussy. I was feared that how this big size cocks fit in my small pussy. He then started to enter in my vagina. I almost screamed. As if my vagina is tear by his big cock. He took my long braid behind my neck and asked me to bite my braid.

Aarav: Bite your braid whenever you want to scream. Don't scream.

I bite my hair braid in my teeth. There were garland flowers with my own hair in my mouth my screams and moans get subside due to braid gag. He started pushing his cock in and out with speed. Now i was also started enjoying the pain and pleasure. It was awesome experience. Suddenly wave passed from my vagina to spine. I was at the top of the pleasure (later I came to know that's called orgasm) Kept on pumping his cock.

Again I felt the same wave. I wanted to scream in pleasure i did that but my braid gag was prevented that to escaping from my mouth. Now it was Aarav's turn to roar His load of cum folded in my vagina. He collapsed on my side after emptying is load. Then he took my panty to clean his cock.

Aarav: This time i am cleaning on my own as this is first time for you. Next time i will teach you how you are supposed to clean. Now get up wash yourself. And get dressed while coming to bed bring your all bras from the cupboard with the scissors.

I didn't say anything. Just did what Aarav asked me to do. I didn't have much bra with me when i was at my mother's place i was not having much clothes.

He started to cut all the tip of bra just like he did for my bra which i am wearing.

Aarav: You will always wear a bra from which your nipples peeped out.

Me: What if somebody comes to know then?

Aarav: for that you have wear saree properly so that nobody will see your nipples. It's your responsibility to hide it properly you should be thankful that at least I am allowing you to wear bra. For my previous wife I didn't even gave privilege to wear bra. Till the time she dies she was having only one bra which she allowed to wear at the time of functions. He giggled.

He took the white sheet from the bed. It was having red blood staining.

Aarav: See this is your proof of virginity. Your pussy is tare now. These blood stains mean a lot that you will understand it tomorrow morning.

The next day i got up early because of fear that my in-laws would say if their daughter in law was sleeping late. Manju woke up before me. No other members got up at that time. Manju asked me to have a bath and come to the kitchen.

I did as she told me. I changed my saree. I was careful this time to wear it below my naval area. Now my naval area is exposed. Moreover I have to take care that I should hide my breasts properly so that nobody would see my nipples. I was still thinking why did Aarav do this to my bra?

I came into the kitchen where Manju was busy with the preparation of pooja.

Manju: There are fresh flowers why don't you make fresh flower garlands so that you can wear them after finishing pooja. There is much more work to do just do everything fast.

It was my first day at Sasural and my mother in law was expecting me to work from day one. When I turned to go to the garden to get fresh flowers Manju stopped me.

Manju: Didn't I tell you to tie your braid ends to the metal ring. That will prevent your braid from becoming an obstacle while you are working.

(I used to work at my home as well but I never felt the obstacle of my braid.)

Moreover your braid is too loose. Hair is coming from braid this is not acceptable. See mine.

Her braid was shining with a lot of oil. She braid was so tight that hardly a single hair strand was missed from the plaited. Her braid was below her waist ring she tucked it from inside. The small upbraided portion was coming out from waist ring. It looked like her tail in an upward direction.

Manju: Now go to the garden and collect flowers and make garlands till the time I will finish the pooja preparation. Then I will braid your hair and teach you how to do it properly. Its your first day at home so you have to do pooja today.

I went to the garden and collected flowers, collecting the flowers were as difficult as there was still dark outside. It was about to dawn. I prepared garlands with the help of a string and needle. Manju came out and asked me to sit just outside the room. She brought a comb and bottle of oil with her.

Manju: Braid your hair here daily. Your hair should not be found anywhere in the house its a bad sign. Let me tell you as your mother… not mother in law that men cant understand how hard it is to maintain and carry these long hair. They just want hair in a neat and clean braid. When I was your age I used to tempt to keep my hair open but my mother in law punished me heard 2-3 times then I cant even think to keep my hair open. Now I am used to it. Even I feel bad now.

While talking to me she undid my hair then oiled it with almost 1/2 oil bottle. While combing my hair.

Manju: hair should be smooth and shiny after combing. My husband means your father in law used to say gramophone disk shine hair. See now your hair is properly shining. I am going to braid it a bit tightly so that you can carry it till night without any worry.

She braided my hair tightly. It was tighter than last night. I was now worrying about how I was going to carry this tight hair braid all day. Now the last but worst part is she tied my braid end. She almost pulled my braid before tying. It was almost impossible to bend my neck more than 80°. How am I supposed to do my daily chores with these tight restraints? I was thinking. Then she added those flower garlands which I made in my hair on the top of the braid. One more torture thing. Then she asked me to do the same for her hair as well. Now we both have garlands in our braid. We went to the kitchen.

Manju: We have to make today's breakfast, lunch, dinner everything. Show me your hand. (I showed her my hands) See how red it is with the beautiful colour of mehendi. Now listen to me carefully. You have to cook all the days till the mehendi’s colour from your hands gets faded. This is a tradition for a newly married girl for this house.

No…. not again so she wants me to work for the whole family from the very first day after marriage? What kind of tradition was that?

Me: I know how to cook. But I didnt cook food in large amount before that because we were only two people at home. Will you ask servants to help me? And I will need your help as well. (She just laughed cruelly)

Manju: No…. other servants are not allowed to enter in kitchen till the time your mehendi faded from your hand. I will be with you to help you, but you have to do everything I will just guide you. My presence will be for day or two. After that you will be alone to cook. Now get started.

She showed me the place where vegetables are kept. Few things were kept at the bottom of cupboard so it was difficult for me to bend my neck due to this hair braid restrains. I didnt know for how long I have to suffer this hair torture she told me about that days menu. I started to wash and clean the vegetables, and then I chopped it. Manju went out from kitchen as I was busy with vegetables. It took almost one hour to wash and cut vegetables. Manju came in and guided me for sweets for today's menu.

She asked me to make tea. I had to carry tea to the bedroom to serve it to Aarav. I went into the bedroom Aarav was still sleeping.

Me: Tea is ready. Have it otherwise it will get cold.

There were no response from him. I tried to move his blanket. “Is this a way to wake me Pallavi?”

Pallavi? Who Pallavi? I am Aadhya. These are all in mind but I didnt utter a word.

Aarav: Didnt I train you for how to wake me up? Close the door and get your mouth working.

I closed the door; he was still in the sleep. I was thinking how to make my mouth working. He opened his eyes and he realised that I was Aadhya

Aarav: I was in deep sleep. I thought you are Pallavi. Ya…. Pallavi was my last wife. I train her to wake me from sleep. I will train you as well but not now. Did you bring tea?

Me: Yes it's a teapot. (I said in a low voice)

It was irritating for me that he still didnt forget his first wife. I was thinking what kind of training he was talking about?

Aarav: Don't you have manners to serve tea to your husband? (In hissing voice)

I didnt say anything just handover the tea cup to him. While sipping the tea.

Aarav: We will start training some other things, time on how to wake me. But for today I will show you how to respect and show your loyalty for husband and his family. Bend at the corner of the bed so that your nose is touching the bed.

I was confuse now. Was that one more tradition? Ohhh not again. But without saying a word I did as he told. Now my face dag in the bed in from of his foot sole.

Aarav: Good girl now touch your head to my foot soul and say what you said last night when you touched my feet.

Me: (I lifted my head and looked at him) Didnt was that enough whatever I said yesterday night? Why I need to repeat it now?

Aarav: (He laughed) you have to do it every morning when you will come to wake me. Now, I don't have to lay on the bed for the whole day.

Again I dig my face on bed now I touched my head on his foot sole.



Me: I will obey your command. I will follow all the traditions. My existence is to serve you. Kindly bless me for your long life.

(In a trembling voice)

Now anger flooded in my mind that tears started to flow from my eyes due to anger, When I was saying that his toe of foot was playing my hair partition. It was so humiliating for me. How can he touch his feet toe to my hair partition? But I got the answer immediately.

Aarav: This hair partition especially belongs to me. Why didn't you wear sindoor? Did you forget that you are a married girl now and you should wear a symbol of your marriage proudly? Don't you feel proud?

That was my first day after marriage and everybody in that house was behaving like I am married for 5-10 years.

Me: Everything is new for me. So I forget to apply for it. I will do it now.

I got up and opened the cupboard where the sindoor was kept. When I took a small amount of sindoor in my index figure and thumb and i was about to apply in my maang i.e. hair partition on my head.

Aarav: Wait! You forget to apply it before I say it so now we will change the style of how you should apply sindoor henceforth now what? (He was not leaving the slightest chance to humiliate me. I was now thinking about what's going on in his devil's mind) Come here and bend up in bed just like you did to take my blessings. (I did as he said) Now open the lid of the sindoor cup dig my right foot toe in that and apply it on your maang. (With shaky hands i did what he said) Now look at the mirror whether you did it correctly or not.

I got up and went in front of the mirror I was almost 90% ok. I did my best to do it with his foot toe. I turned to him and nodded that it was perfect.

Aarav: Ok. So it's a rule from now on. Every morning you will take my blessing just like you did and apply sindoor to your maang just like that. (It planned to humiliate me everyday for the rest of my life) Now go outside and help my mother. She must be in need of you. By the way what's there for breakfast?

He knew all the traditions, I would ask to cook. Of course he should be my first marriage but it's his second marriage. So he must be aware of all the traditions.

With the slightest hope in mind that when we will shift to Delhi I wont need to follow everything. There won't be a mother in law to monitor me every time. I came out from the bedroom.

Manju was waiting for me to start pooja. Manju: Wasn't it enough for the night? You have started it in the morning as well.

Me: Started what? I went there to serve tea to him.

There was anger in her eyes.

Manju: This much time you need to serve only tea? Then you will serve lunch at dinner time.

Was it my mistake that my cruel husband was teaching me some humiliating process to wake him? But I didn't say anything.

Manju: Did you have tea?

Me: No, I think I will have after my Aarav she slapped me hard.

Manju: Didn't your mother teach you that you should not take the name of your husband? Don't you have manners?

I recalled my mothers slap when I took the name of Manju in front of her.

Me: Sorry this won't happen in the future.

I said casting down my eyes downwards. I tried to bend down my neck as much as my hair braid allowed.

Manju: If this happens again you will face punishment that's for sure. (Again punishment. Was that in their blood to punish for mistakes?) Where is the cup and saucers from which Aarav had his tea?

Me: It's in the bedroom I forgot to take it back. I will just come back.

I went to the bedroom and picked up the cup. Aarav was still sleeping. I went to the kitchen sink to wash it.

Manju: Wait! Don't you want to have tea?

Me: Yes I am going to have it.

Manju: If you want to have tea then you should have it from the same cup from which Aarav had it without washing it. It will increase the love between you and him (she giggled)

Me: What?

Was I really supposed to have tea from this unwashed cup? But I didn't dare to utter a word. I poured tea in the same cup and started sipping it. But the puking sensation started building the side of me.

Manju: You will be going to have your breakfast,lunch,dinner from the same plane from which Aarav had it. You have to follow this till the time you both are in this house.

I heard Manju when I was sipping the tea. I finished the tea as fast as I could. It burned my tongue as it was very hot but i wanted to get rid of the sensation. I started thinking how I was supposed to have food from the half eaten plates? Just tea gave me a puking sensation i was sure that food would actually make me puke.

Till the breakfast i prepared everything for lunch as well. After breakfast I just have to do some simple things then my breakfast would be ready. In between Aarav called me from the bathroom. He was asking me for a towel.

I went to the bathroom. Aarav kept the door fully open. I was stunned by the view of seeing my husband fully naked having a bath on the very first day of marriage. Last night that was a different situation as the lights were deem and we were in a different mood.

Aarav: Come inside and apply some soap to my back and rub it.

I went inside and did as he said. I had to take precaution to not to get my saree wet otherwise that would have been a different issue. He came out and asked me to dry him with the help of a towel. Last night I didnt realise that he had too much hair on his body. I was wondering if there is so much hair on his body then why does he hate my pubic hair so much that he shaved it on the very first night?

After drying him I again went to the kitchen. As per instruction i prepared the table to serve breakfast. Manju and I were waiting for our husband to come and then we could start breakfast. Both men came out of their rooms.

We stood at the table just like any hotel waiters who eagerly wait for the orders. Both men took their place on the chair. Manju and I were serving him as per their demands.

Aarav was carrying the white sheet with him to show everybody. No one said anything. Manju was truly happy that she got a virgin daughter in law. But on the other side i was turned red due to embarrassment. I couldn't make direct eye contact with anybody.

Aarav: I had doughty about your virginity as you went to college city. But these blood stains gave the proof of your purity.

Purity what the hell was that. In his second marriage he lost his virginity to the first wife. Wasn't he impure for me in that aspect? I couldn't say a word due to humiliation.

I just kept staring on the ground. I started feeling hungry. But as per Manju's instruction I have to wait for my husband to finish his plate. After they finished their food we gave them a pot to wash their hands. Both father and son went to farms.

Aarav hardly got time to visit the farm as he was living far from the home. But whenever he came for vacation he never misses the chance to visit the farm Manju gave me that information.

When both left I took a plate of Aarav. And started to sit on the chair where he was sitting.

Manju: We cant take food on table our place is on floor. Take that plate down.



Respecting in laws and following the tradition is the one part but I was human. I must get treatment as per human standards at least. But I knew there won't be any use to argue with Manju. Though she is my mother in law but her status in that house was below men always. Not only me but she also sat on the floor with the father in law’s plate with her.

I saw that both men have left over a large amount of food. First we had to finish that before taking anything extra.

Manju: Aarav likes food with more spice. So now you have to make a habit of having spicy food.

Now I have to change my likes and dislikes of this cruel tradition? Thought came to my mind.

Manju: This tradition is meant to mold wife as per the likes and dislikes of the husband. So the future will be smooth.

Me: But just want to ask your husband to change their likes and dislikes as per wife? I am not saying fully but I will change myself 50% he will do the rest. Cant this happen

Manju: No husbands are gods. They are born perfect they can't change their likes and dislike for a wife. The wife’s duty is to adjust with everything as husband’s wish

Now I understand why Aarav didn't want her first wife i.e. Pallavi to give birth to a girl child.

Manju: Are you wearing a bra?

She must be known to the tastes of his son.

Me: Yes why?

Manju: Just asking casually. I knew what he used to do with Pallavi. He is a very naughty man. (while saying this Manju blushed)

I showed her my hole in the bra behind the saree from the blouse. My nipples are clearly visible from my blouse.

Manju: What else did he make you do last night?

Mother- in-law asking her daughter in law about sex life. How disgusting! But I couldn't avoid the question.

Me: He made me shave my pubic hair” Manju: he is the same taste which his father has. Both men are the same.

What? Manju also shaved her pubic hair regularly? I was feeling ashamed to discuss those things with my mother-in-law. Later I came to know she was a slave in that house just above me. She was an obedient wife. After so many years of spending in humiliation she became used to it.

We finished our breakfast and started to give the final touch for the lunch we were working on and she was there just to monitor me. Father and son came from the farm after 3 hours, Then Manju asked me to give water to wash the feet of Aarav. But when I gave water in the bucket.

My Father- in-law said "why don’t you wash his feet yourself? It will increase the love and respect between husband and wife."

Why should I wash his feet? I was feeling indifferent. Moreover my father-in-law spoke like that. I assumed that he would be the man who can save me from those pathetic traditions but alas he is the one who forced all those traditions in that house.

After washing Aarav's feet, the father in law asked his wife i.e. Manju to wash his feet. Manju was very used to such traditions. She did it without saying a word. Moreover she drank a small tea spoon of water from which father-in-law’s feet washed. She had it just like holy water. Both men sat on the table.

We were again standing at the table to serve properly. In the middle of the lunch when Aarav asked to serve vegetables I made a mistake. I pour a small part on Vikas lap.

Aarav: Can’t you serve properly? I think you really need to teach a lesson, so that you will do your work carefully what’s say father?

Father-in-law: As this was her first mistake you should punish her mercilessly. So that there will be minimum chances to repeat the same mistake again. But my only suggestion would be to punish her in your bedroom behind the close door. Means it’s her first punishment. Don’t make her awkward to face us after the punishment.

Aarav: Ok then you will get your punishment after lunch. Now I hope you will not make a mistake until we finish our lunch.

I couldn’t say a word. I knew I made a mistake but that was a casual mistake there was nothing to give punishment, but then I remembered the words of Aarav before marriage.

"Punishments are for learning lessons so as not to commit the mistake again."

I was in a state of fear till both finished their lunch. Till the time I didn’t know what kind of punishment it would be so I couldn’t prepare my mind for that also. When they finish lunch Aarav asked me to take his plate and drop it in the sink.

As far as I remember the tradition I knew that I am supposed to have food from the same plate which my husband had food. But if I put the plate in the sink then how am I supposed to have food. But I got the answer immediately.

Aarav: As the part of your punishment you will not have lunch today. Well this is not actually punishment. It’s a part of punishment. Now clean the table and serve food to the mother and come to the bedroom. I am waiting for you there.

I served food to Manju. She was sitting on the floor and I was standing beside her. I was serving her food.

Manju: This is going to be your first punishment. I know it will hurt you. But this is the way to teach lesson to woman in this house. I am sure that you will be careful in future after receiving punishment. Now you go. Aarav must be waiting for you. I will clear everything. Don’t make him angry with any kind of argument. There will be no use of arguments. Arguments will increase the severity of punishment. This is just advice for you.

I left Manju there and went to the bedroom I didn’t know what would happen for punishment. When I entered the bedroom I found Aarav was sitting in bed only with boxers. There was a string of vegetable oil on his lap.

Aarav: Come here. Before punishment starts correct your mistake. Lick my thigh and make it clean. Your body part should not touch the bed. Now don’t just stare get your tongue working.

I kept my hands on my knees so that I should not touch the bed.

I didn’t want to make Aarav angry by making any kind of new mistake. I recall the words of Manju. It was the taste of vegetable oil and the smell of his dick. After continuous licking for 5-10 minutes I felt that work was done. I looked at AARAV without saying a word. He already seems to be angry I didn’t want to spoil his mood more. Then he asked me to undress myself.

Aarav: Only bra is allowed make sure your nipples will peeped out from it.

I started undressing slowly. I was not used to getting undressed in front of my husband though there was an episode of yesterday.

Aarav: we don’t have the whole afternoon to make you naked. Get your hands working fast. I removed my saree then followed by a blouse. Then I opened the lace of my petticoat. I was on my bra and panty. Then Aarav asked me to climb the chair. My knees were resting on the seat of the chair. He asked me to bend my head on the back of the chair. Now my ass is fully exposed to Aarav who was standing behind me. He opened the cupboard. He took something from the cupboard. He asked me to turn around. It was a long transparent rod. It was almost 4-5 feet long and very thin.

Aarav: Kiss this. This is your weapon for punishment. You should worship it as well as you worship me. (He held the rod in front of me. I slightly kissed the rod) Get down from the chair and get on your knees. Close your eyes and kiss it properly.

It was just a rod. Why on earth did I have to worship it? But I already thought that I was nothing in that house. So now this plastic rod is also superior to me. I got on my knees and closed my eyes. Kiss the rod.

Aarav: get on the chair just like I told you. There will be 25 strokes you will receive. You will count each and every stroke. You will not utter a single word rather than count.

My head was hanging from the back of the chair. Aarav straightened up my feet. My feet sole was in the air and fully exposed. The first stroke landed on my feet sole. That was a very harsh blow. The load moan escaped from my mouth

Me: Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

I started to rub my sole with my hands. Aarav pulled my braid from behind. That time my whole body was arched like a bow. Aarav slapped me hard.

Aarav: Did I ask you to rub your punishment area? Anyways this stroke is not going to count cause you forget to count.

The pain was tremendous so I didn’t remember to even count.

Me: Sorry I will give count hence forth. But please have mercy. Can’t you just hit slowly?

He pulled my braid more forcefully this time.

Aarav: You don’t need to teach me how I should give you strokes? This is your punishment. You don’t have any choice to say anything. Now get in your position. Remember if you don’t count the stroke will not be counted. No more moaning. It’s irritating.

I took my position. The next stroke landed on the same place like the previous “ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh 1” tears started flowing from my eyes. I couldn’t imagine how I was going to take 25 strokes if that situation on the first stroke was actually second but as per rule first. The next landed again with the same intensity. “Aeeeeeeeeeee 2” Aarav didn’t stop after that he gave 10 more strokes to my feet sole. My sole was numb. I couldn’t feel any pain. After that he asked me to lie on my back in bed. He asked me to hold my legs with my hand. My feet sole were facing the ceiling and I held my legs behind my knees. That was a really awkward position.

Aarav: Do not bend your knees unless I told you.” His first stroke landed behind my thighs. “Aaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh” that was more painful. I literally cried loudly and again forget to count.

Aarav: We are not going to count this one. You forget to count. Get up. I need to do something for your sound. That was really irritating.

I got up from bed. He asked me to turn around. He started to unbound my braid. I came to know what he is up to. Again he asked me to take the position. I held my legs with my hands again. He took my braid and put it in my mouth. He pushed the maximum amount of hair braid in my mouth. That started giving me a puking sensation. I started to gasp for air. Aarav took the position with a rod in his hand.

Aarav: You can’t make a sound now. So there is no worry about counting. I will do that for you. At least this hair gag will prevent your pathetic sound.

first stroke landed at the same place as before. “Mmmmmmmmmmmmm” is the only sound I could make. All the 10 strokes Aarav finished with the same intensity of blow moreover he counted each and every stroke. I really started to cry. I wanted to beg him to stop. I could take any more. But he stopped when he was satisfied. My thighs were full of red welts, so do my soles. I couldn’t walk properly as it started hurting beyond imagination.

Now he asked me to lie on my stomach. It was my back which is going to endure torture. He didn’t allow me to take my hair gag out. The hair in my mouth was wet due to drooling. I didn’t know how he understood that. So he pushed more hair in my mouth and filled the remaining space. He started to stroke my back. There were 5 strokes only.

Aarav: I think this is enough. You must have learned your lesson. Now you dare to make any kind of mistake and punishment will be worse than this. Now get up. You can take braids out of your mouth. My x-wife used to get rotten smell socks as a gag. You should thank me that I am using your own hair.

I got up from bed. I started to cry.

Me: my mistake was very small. You gave me punishment just like I committed murder.

I said while cleaning my tears from my cheeks.

Aarav: no mistake is small or big. Mistake is a mistake. These punishments will avoid future mistakes. Don’t you think so?

I didn’t know what to answer. He was the cruel man. I was thinking about my future life. That was my second day at that place and he beaten me as if I was an animal. I thought he was enjoying that. I could see his manhood was clearly showing how much he was enjoying. He stood near bed.

Aarav: Come kneel in front of me with hands behind your back. This is the time to give you some training.

I obeyed what he said. Rather I didn’t have the energy to argue anything. Every part of my body was paining now. He removed his boxer. His dick was in front of my face. That was fully enlarged in size.

Aarav: Open your mouth take this in. Lick it like lollypop. Don’t you dare to use teeth. Single touch of teeth and you will get 10 strokes.

I opened my mouth. My hands were behind my back so dicks directly touch at the back of my throat. I got a Vomiting sensation that arises with the sound “yuuuuuuuaaaaakkk”

He held my braid again from behind my back. He crushed the flower garlands with braids as well. He started to fuck my mouth with speed. The salty taste found as he was pushing his dick in my mouth (later I came to know it is called pre-cum) then he asked me to get in bed. I laid there on my back. Welts on my back constantly made me realise the pain.

Me: I can’t sleep on my back. It’s painful. I tried to get up.

He pushed me in the position where I was with his strong hands.

Aarav: I punished your sole as well so are you going to stop walking? Be on your back. Don’t spoil my mood.

I tried to find a better point in which welts would hurt less. But I couldn’t find any. Aarav pushed his dick in my pussy and started to stroke rapidly. He was fucking me like rabbit. I got an orgasm instantly. The orgasm made me forget the pain for some moment. With a loud roar Aarav cummed in me. My vagina now flooded with his cum. He collapsed on me. He was a really heavy person. I couldn’t breathe properly. When he came out from the sensation of orgasm he shifted himself on the other side and asked me to clean him. I started to search for cloth to clean him.

Aarav: No need to search anything. Your mouth is enough to clean me.

I took his dick in my mouth. It had a totally salty taste. Still I could manage to clean it. I started to wear a blouse and petticoat.

Aarav: No need to wear anything. I am sleeping for some time. You have to kneel beside the bed. You can take sleep in kneeling position if you wish. From now on you have to earn privilege to sleep in bed. Till the time you are going to sleep on floor.

After receiving so much of painful punishment my husband didn’t think that I had the privilege to sleep in bed. I thought that was my fate and I knelt at the bed side. Sometime later I could hear the sound of snoring. I could have slept in a kneeling position but that pain in my body didn’t allowed me to sleep. I was there for around 2 hours at a kneeling position.

When he got up he found me there only. Aarav patted my head: Good girl. You had chance to get dress when I was sleeping or for that matter you could have gone out of bedroom as well. But you didn’t do anything from that. That’s impressive. You are learning very quickly.

Fact that I didn’t want to made him angry. I didn’t have any energy left in me to such things. I got dressed again.

Aarav: Your hair is so messed up. Go and braid your hair. Don’t forget to add fresh garlands. You have to be ready for an evening show

Evening show? I didn’t know about it. I was afraid of what was going to happen. I went outside where Manju showed me a place to braid hair. Walking was really painful as hell for me. My thighs started painting at every step I took. My feet were already damaged no question about it. I opened my braid and left my hair free. Then I started to comb hair. Manju came there.

Manju: Was that painful? (She patted my back. I couldn’t say a word my tears gave an answer. I hugged her and again started crying.) Make sure you will not commit any mistakes in the future. Every small mistake leads you to punishment. Aarav is just like his father. So be careful here after.

(She combed my hair and braided it. It was as tight as morning) H ow many types of braid you know?

I wasn’t fond of wearing different types of braids. So I didn’t experiment with any different braids in the past.

Me: I can braid my hair in a simple way. I tried once long ago but my hands started to hurt with an unusual angle. So after that I didn’t try any. My mother used to braid my hair in different styles on special occasions. But that was also for a short time. I couldn’t bear my hair in braid for a longer time

Manju: then you have to learn it. A hair braid is one of the ornaments for women. It’s a kind of skill you should master.

I suddenly realised I didn’t have lunch. Hunger started knocking on my stomach. The pain and hunger was a cruel mixture. Manju bound my braid just like morning Again it pulled and was very tight. My face was oily due to a lot of oil in my hair. I hated it to my guts but now I have to get used to it. It’s my new life now I have to accept changes whether I like it or not.

We went inside. While going inside

Manju: After tea go to the garden and get some flowers. Also make garlands of it. You and I will need that for the evening show. This is your first time but after me you have to carry my responsibilities.

Aarav already destroyed my sole. I couldn’t walk normally and Manju was asking me to go to the garden and get flowers. That was cruel for me.

Me: Aarav was also saying something about the evening show what is that?

Manju (smiled at me): evening show will show our exact place in the life of these men. I really want to curse the person who started this evening's programme tradition.

I went to the garden. It was really hard to walk in the garden with barefoot and which hurt more due to afternoon torture. It took almost 1/2 hour to collect those flowers due to my slow walk. I sat on the floor. I was afraid that if I sat on the sofa or chair it would break a tradition. I don’t know how I am going to spend my entire life in that hell. I made the flower garlands of those flowers. It was almost 8-9 garlands. It would be too heavy for the woman who would wear it in her hair but I followed the order of my mother in law without thinking about it twice.

I was about to finish my work there was a man who came into the house. He was an older man. He asked me about Vaijayanti. I said there is no one named vaijayanti in this house. But he just stared at me. “You must be Aarav's new wife. You got a very nice body. I would really love to mould it”

This was really odd for me. Just imagine a stranger came to your house and commenting on your body. It was really frustrating to me. Meanwhile Manju came out from her room. She put her forehead to her feet. “Masterji you can go upstairs. I will come in 10 min. Where are other people?”

Masterji said “they will come in some time. You go and get ready. Otherwise Saheb ji won’t like to wait. You must know that Manju”

Manju: yes Masterji. I am not going to take much time. I will be there in no time.

This is all confusing for me. Who was that Masterji? Who is Saheb ji? Who are the other people? What did it mean to get ready?

He went upstairs and my mother in law called me in her bedroom. She asked me to plait her hair.

Manju: It should be tight. Take these gold chains and attach them to all my piercings.

I did what she asked me to do. Then I attached the other end of the chains to the other ear piercing. There were almost 7 chains that meant 7 piercings to her ear as well. Then she asked me to wave all the ear chains to her braid. I can imagine that the braid was so tight with the chains already very small movement of the braid can cause pain to the ear through the chain which was braided in the hair braid. She removed her small septum ring and replaced it with a large and heavy ring.

Manju: I know everything is new to you. But you are not going to ask a single question. Just go with the flow and you will come to know what is going on.

There were many questions in my mind but I didn’t dare to ask as per her instruction. She started to apply light makeup and lipstick. After makeup she was looking really whore. I started thinking about what she said when I was braiding her hair. ‘Am I going to be like this if I start following the so-called tradition?’ The question started haunting my mind. Then she took a long silver chain which was about 7-8 ft in length. She opened the cupboard and took a saree and blouse from it. She asked me to wait outside while she was done while changing her saree. She called me inside again after a few moments. She was now wearing a saree and blouse just like any classical dancer. She opened the drawer of the cupboard. She took ghungharoo from it. She sat on the floor and wore it on her feet. Now the small moments of her feet made a nice jingle sound.

Manju: now I am ready. Let’s go upstairs.

She took that long chain in her hands. Her septum ring was bouncing at each step she took. It rested on her upper lips. I didn’t understand the use of this silver chain. We went to the big hall. After marriage it was the 1st time I came upstairs. There was a couch and 3 chairs at the corner. In front of the couch there was a big hookah with 2 pipes. The whole floor had a rich carpet. A big sander was hanging from the ceiling.

The person who came before us was sitting on a low height couch. His mouth was red as he was having paan. Manju sat at the centre of the big hall just below that big Sandler. She asked me to kneel just beside the couch where that hookah was placed. She indicated to me to keep quiet and not utter any words. I sat there casting down my eyes. The long chain she wrapped around her waist belt. Manju placed her forehead on the floor.Her hand was behind her back. I didn’t understand what she was going to do. After a few moments few people came with instruments like Sitar, pakhvaj and others. Everybody took their place beside the person who called Masterji. When all were coming in Manju didn’t lift her head to see who came.

Then Aarav and his father came in. His father was wearing dhoti. He was wearing big gold chains around his neck. He was looking very rich. Manju was still kneeling at her position. Aarav and his father took their place on that big couch. I was kneeling at the right side of the couch where Aarav sat just above me. He placed his hand on my head. I tried to look at him but he forced my face just like I was not allowed to see his face. I am feeling very humiliated. She stood up and came to the couch where both men sat. She then touch father in father-in-law and said exactly the same thing which Aarav asked me to say in the afternoon. I came to know where it came from. Then she went to the corner where coal was placed. She started to heat the coal and it took 5-10 minutes. Till that time the other people were fine tuning their instruments and both men were talking casually to each other as if they were sitting on the dining table. Manju came back with red hot coal and put them in hookah. Father in law started puffing the hookah. Now both men started to have hookah. In between nobody even notices me.

Aarav constantly patted my hair as if I was a dog. Manju stood again at the centre under Sandler again. She looked at people and Masterji. All of them started playing instruments. Manju started dancing. I came to know what they meant by show. As the music rhythm goes high Manju’s feet started to move accordingly. She must be a master in the dancing. She was dancing constantly for about 45 minutes.

I didn’t have food. Now hunger started pushing its limits. At the end of the dance her face was at the feet of father in law. “Lick your master’s feet fingers” father in law ordered. That was really very humiliating. I thought to myself that I would not go to do anything like that. But then again I thought I had the choice to accept or deny anything as I was watching the humiliation of my mother in law in front of me. If she couldn’t deny anything then how i would? Manju took shoes from father in laws feet and flowed by socks. She started to lick the feet just like she was worshiping those feet. When the father in law got satisfied with feet licking he again pulled the nose chain and asked her to dance around the couch. Before that she was doing typical classical dance but after that command she started doing seductive dance. She passed from me many times but she didn’t glance at me. Her eyes were constantly cast on father in law as if there were no one in that room other than him. Aarav was still patting my hair just like a pet. That smallest act was giving me a feeling of humiliation and degradation. The music was playing at a very slow tempo and it was really very much romantic.The jiggling sound of ghongharo added to that soft and romantic music as Manju made the smallest moment of her feet. Father in law asked all musicians to leave. He told Aarav to give their payment.

Soon I was trained daily and then the day came we need to leave for Delhi...