PLEASE NOTE: This chapter is a buildup to the story. Although some parts are erotic, there's no sex yet. Even though it's not recommended, you can jump to chapter 2 if you're really impatient.
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The festive season in D2, Mansi Apartments was over now. The new bahu had been welcomed to the new home with all the flairs. Her days of being the excited new member in the family seemed to have passed by pretty quickly. Today morning if you were to peep into the house you'd see the new bahu hustling in the kitchen preparing tea for five people.
You'd say that Aarti bahu had wedded Pankaj to become Aarti Gupta. But the reality was that she had wedded the entire family to become Aarti Gupta. She'd dreamed that she would be her husband's muse, enjoying her honeymoon period showered with love and blessings. The story was a bit different, she'd realized.
"Bahurani sahiba, haven't you made the tea yet? Do you not know that all men are up waiting for the morning tea?" The shrill voice of Kumud, Aarti's mother-in-law, broke her reverie. Aarti sighed and nodded.
In a mock hurry she bustled about, picking up the strainer and setting five cups on the kitchen platform. Mohan was Pankaj's younger brother. Aarti's devar. Pankaj was a manager in Crompton Greaves with long and laborious days. Mohan was five years younger and was in the final year of his B. Tech., struggling to arrange a job for himself.
"Aarti, where is today's newspaper?" Aarti's father-in-law demanded. Govindlal was an engineer himself, nearing his own retirement. Contrary to popular belief, he wasn't the most-influential person in the family. Kumud was the one who ran the house. He was just a bystander.
Aarti hissed apologetically and rushed out to the front door to collect the newspaper. She picked them up from the doorstep and had just closed the door when the yelling started. The tea had boiled over from the kettle to the stove and the kitchen top. Kumud wasn't happy at all. Aarti would have to endure a lot of taunts now.
Frightfully she entered the kitchen muttering apologies and started cleaning the spillover. "Who do you think pays for this milk? You know how expensive that stove is? It's so difficult to maintain everything in this family and you're adding to the expenses here!" Kumud was blaring like a horn. Aarti served her tea and wiped off her sweat with the corner of her saree.
Before she could hear more, she rushed with Pankaj's cup to their bedroom and shut the door closed. Pankaj was engrossed in his phone. Aarti broke down crying with her back to the door. The cup shook violently and the hot tea spilled over to her own saree. She couldn't feel the hot liquid burn her. She was already in severe pain.
"What the hell, Aarti? What did you do now? The day hasn't even begun and you've made mom unhappy!" Pankaj called out irritably and grabbed his cup of tea from her. "She'll ruin everybody's mood now! Wait until she starts with the baby issue now!"
And soon enough Aarti heard angry knocks on the door carrying over with Kumud's voice, "Five months it has been now! The Shukla family's bahu had already entered her third month of labor within five months! When will you give us a baby? I want to be called a dadi once before I die! Will you rob me of that pleasure as well now?"