At 10:30 PM, the family began to retire. I was released from my standing position in the living room, though my legs trembled slightly as I walked upstairs.
My first duty was the nightly turndown service for my in-laws. I entered Maji and Babuji's room softly. I pulled back the heavy duvet, fluffing their pillows perfectly. I filled their silver bedside carafes with fresh, cool water. Then, I knelt on the floor beside Maji's chair. She extended her legs, and I poured a rich, lavender-scented lotion into my hands, massaging it into her calves and feet.
"Good night, Damad," she murmured, already half asleep.
"Good night, Maji. Good night, Babuji," I whispered, turning off their bedside lamps and clicking the door shut behind me.
I did a final sweep of the living room, fluffing cushions and picking up a rogue toy Aarav had left behind. Finally, at 11:15 PM, I entered the master bedroom. Ananya was sitting up in bed in a silk nightgown, her laptop open.
I retrieved my iPad and stood beside the bed. Despite my exhaustion, my posture was perfect. "Ananya ji? The daily portfolio presentation?"
"Go ahead, Rahul," she said, not looking away from her screen.
I spent the next ten minutes giving her a flawless, high-level analysis of our global investments, detailing yield curves, index shifts, and dividend re-investments. I was a master of finance, trapped in the body of a heavily feminized, subservient bimbo housewife.
When I finished, she finally looked up. Her eyes traced my heavy makeup, the prominent red bindi, the sindoor in my hair, the massive 38DD breasts spilling over my blouse, and the exhausted tremble in my stiletto-clad legs. A soft, loving smile touched her lips.
"You did well today, Rahul. Your portfolio choices were sharp, and the house looks pristine. Take off those heels and come to bed."
Relief washed over me in a tidal wave. "Thank you, Ananya ji."
I carefully removed my jewelry, wiping away the thick makeup, though the heavy breasts and the red nail polish remained. I took off the agonizing heels, my feet throbbing in glorious pain. I slipped into my nightgown and crawled into the massive bed, wrapping my arms around my dominant, brilliant wife. As I laid my head on her shoulder, feeling her hand stroke my long black hair, I closed my eyes. I had given up all my power, my masculinity, and my autonomy, but as I drifted off to sleep, I knew I had never been happier.
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.