Lunch was served precisely at 1:30 PM for Maji and Babuji. I stood by the table, serving them hot rotis straight off the tawa, my chest heaving slightly from the heat of the kitchen. Once they finished, I cleared the table and began washing the heavy cooking pots, scrubbing the grease while my heavy chandelier earrings swung and tapped against my cheeks.
At 2:30 PM, the house grew quiet, but my duties were far from over. It was time to supervise Sunita, our loyal maid. She knew the dynamic perfectly and treated me exactly as the lady of the house, albeit one she could slightly boss around regarding cleaning supplies.
"Sunita, make sure you deep clean the master bathroom today. Ananya ji prefers the marble polished," I directed, standing in the doorway of the master suite.
I moved on to organizing the rooms. In the kids' rooms, I picked up scattered toys and clothes, fluffing their bright pillows. In Priya’s room, it was a mess of college textbooks and clothes. I carefully folded her discarded tops, placing them gently into her drawers. Then came the in-laws' room. I dusted their heavy mahogany furniture myself, ensuring not a speck of dust remained, moving carefully so my heavy breasts wouldn't knock over Maji's delicate perfume bottles.
By 3:30 PM, I was back in the chauffeur-driven car to pick up Aarav and Diya from school. When they climbed into the backseat, they didn't bat an eye at my full makeup or my saree. To them, I was just their dutiful, feminine parent who took care of them.
"Papa, I'm hungry," Aarav demanded.
"I have fresh dhokla waiting at home, beta," I replied softly.
Back home, I served the kids their snacks and sat them down in the study zone. As they did their math homework, I reviewed Ananya and Maji's social calendars on my iPad, scheduling Maji's kitty parties and Ananya's board meetings. My feet screamed in the six-inch heels, having been in them for nearly ten hours, but removing them was entirely out of the question. A good sissy housewife never lets her standards slip.
Just as the kids finished their homework, the doorbell rang. Maji's socialite friends had arrived for afternoon tea. I sighed, quickly checked my bright red lipstick in the hallway mirror, adjusted my heavy mangalsutra to ensure it sat perfectly in my cleavage, and pushed open the kitchen doors to begin brewing another massive pot of cardamom chai.
Discussion (2)
Great story, if you could add how and why he accepted this role it will be great
Thank you. I am kind of against the idea on how and why my characters accept their role. I feel its good if users imagine themselves why it happened, we all have our own background stories, i want everyone to feel they are part of the story where they are living their best life, and they can imaging their own background on how they reached there. But if people think they want me to add background of these characters I will add it. Let me know. Thank you again for your comment, really appreciate it.