**Chapter 1: Faisal’s Humiliating Welcome**
Faisal stepped into the sprawling haveli of his new family, his heart pounding with a mix of dread and curiosity. He had come from a world where men ruled, where his word was law in his small village. But here, in the matriarchal stronghold of the Khan family, he was nothing more than a pretty pawn in a game of power and seduction. The air was thick with the scent of jasmine and authority as he adjusted the sheer, shimmering saree they had forced him into before the wedding. The fabric clung to his body, the blouse barely covering his chest, and the petticoat swishing mockingly around his legs.
Standing at the center of the grand hall was Rani, his new sister-in-law, a statuesque woman in a tailored suit, her eyes glinting with mischief. Beside her was his wife, Ayesha, wearing leather pants and a smirk that could cut glass. The younger girls of the family, dressed in a mix of jeans and kurtas, giggled behind their hands, their gazes raking over Faisal’s exposed skin.
‘Toh, yeh hai humara naya dulha,’ Rani drawled, circling Faisal like a predator. ‘Dekho iski chotar, kitni pyari hai saree mein. Bilkul ek chhoti si randi lagta hai!’ Her voice dripped with mockery, and the room erupted in laughter.
Faisal’s cheeks burned, but he kept his head down, knowing resistance was futile. Ayesha stepped forward, her boots clicking on the marble floor. ‘Chup kar, Rani. Yeh mera lund hai ab, samjhi? I’ll decide how to play with him.’ She grabbed Faisal’s chin, forcing him to meet her piercing gaze. ‘Kyun, mere pyare pati, tujhe pasand hai yeh sab? Ya abhi bhi apni mardangi ka ghamand hai?’
‘I... I’m trying to adjust,’ Faisal mumbled, his voice barely a whisper. The humiliation stung, but there was something in Ayesha’s commanding tone that stirred a forbidden heat in him.
‘Trying?’ Rani scoffed, crossing her arms. ‘Yeh toh abhi shuruat hai, bhai. Chal, aa idhar. Meri godi mein baith, dikha kitna acha baccha hai tu.’ She patted her lap, her grin wicked. The younger girls burst into giggles again, one of them chirping, ‘Haan, Faisal bhai, dikhao na apni pyari chotar!’
Faisal hesitated, but Ayesha’s sharp look made him comply. He perched awkwardly on Rani’s lap, feeling the strength in her thighs as she held him like a child. ‘Dekha?’ Rani said to the room. ‘Yeh hai asli mard, jo aurat ki godi mein baithta hai. Kitna cute hai, hai na?’
The laughter echoed in his ears, but beneath the shame, Faisal felt a strange thrill. Ayesha leaned in close, her breath hot against his ear. ‘Aaj raat, mere kamre mein aa. I’ll show you what real power feels like. Teri yeh chhoti si chotar aur yeh lund, sab mera hai. Samjha?’ Her words were a promise and a threat, sending a shiver down his spine.
As the family dispersed for the evening, Faisal’s mind raced. He was trapped in a world where women wore the pants—literally and figuratively—and men like him were reduced to objects of desire and derision. But as he followed Ayesha to her room, the anticipation built. He could feel himself growing hard beneath the saree, the fabric rubbing against him with every step. The door clicked shut behind them, and Ayesha turned, her eyes dark with intent.
‘Ab dikha, Faisal,’ she purred, pushing him against the wall. ‘Kitna gehra hai tera sharminda lund. Let’s see how wet I can make you before you beg for more.’ Her hand slid down his trembling body, and Faisal knew there was no turning back from the explosive night ahead.
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