'The House-Husband': Suruchi aur Vishal ki Indian Femdom Story (Part-one)

Vishal, apni shop kho dene ke baad, apni kamyab wife Suruchi ke zulm (oppression) ka shikaar banta hai. Suruchi, jo ab main breadwinner hai, use house-husband bana kar apmaan karti hai. Dekhiye kaise uski Femdom humiliation ki shuruaat hoti hai. This Indian Wife Femdom story in hindi explores the brutal power shift caused by money and unemployment.

Suruchi aur Vishal ki shaadi ko do saal pure ho chuke the. Unki love story simplicity aur stability ki foundation par bani thi. Suruchi, jaisa ki sab jaante hain, ek highly educated ladki thi. Shaadi se pehle, usne ek reputable MNC mein acchi position par kaam kiya tha. Uski sharp intelligence aur quick wit uski pehchaan thi. Lekin, shaadi ke baad, usne voluntarily apni job chhod di thi, yeh sochte hue ki ab woh family life par focus karegi. Vishal ki financial stability us waqt itni thi ki Suruchi ko kaam karne ki need mehsoos nahi hui.Vishal, Suruchi ke contrast mein, zyada padha-likha nahi tha. Woh bas tenth pass tha, lekin practical knowledge aur hard work mein usse koi takkar nahi de sakta tha. Pichle das saalon se, woh ek prime location par apni crockery shop chala raha tha. Shop choti thi, lekin uski monthly earning itni consistent thi ki Mumbai jaise expensive city mein bhi un dono ka lifestyle accha tha. Vishal ekdum straightforward, simple-minded aur seedha-saadha ladka tha, jo Suruchi ko apni biggest achievement maanta tha. Unki life smooth sailing chal rahi thi—ekdum normal, ekdum happy.

Phir ek din, woh tsunami aaya jisne unki stable life ki foundations ko hila diya.Shop ke malik ne suddenly Vishal ko dukan khali karne ko bol diya. Reason? Unhe woh jagah kisi big franchise ko triple rent par deni thi. Vishal ke pairon tale zameen khisak gayi. Das saal ka jamaaya hua dhanda, uska comfort zone, uski identity, ek jhatke mein khatam hone wala tha. Usne desperately malik se request ki, mediate karne ki koshish ki, lekin business ki ruthless world mein uski simple appeals ki koi value nahi thi.Majboori mein, Vishal ne shop khali ki. Usne apni saari savings daav par lagakar, thodi inner city mein ek nayi jagah par shop re-establish ki. Par location acchi nahi thi, aur footfall ekdum zero. Jo regular customers the, unhone itni door aana avoid kiya.Do mahine struggle kiya Vishal ne. Din-raat tension mein rehta tha. Uska easy-going nature ab irritation aur chinta mein badal chuka tha. Jab savings tezi se khatam hone lagi aur gharelu kharche pure karna mushkil ho gaya, tab heavy heart ke saath usne Suruchi se baat ki.Suruchi, tum toh jaanti ho... mera naya dhanda bilkul nahi chal raha. Meri saari saving is new setup mein lag gayi. Kya tum please, tab tak ke liye koi job search karogi? Jab tak main kuch stable nahi kar pata, tumhari earning se ghar chalaane mein help ho jaayegi.”Suruchi ne, bina koi argument kiye, uski baat suni. Uske old contacts abhi bhi active the. Apni brilliant resume aur excellent interview skills ke dam par, Suruchi ne kuch hi weeks mein ek top corporate firm mein mid-level managerial position par join kar liya.Uske office join karne ke theek ek mahine baad, Vishal ko apni nayi shop permanently band karni padi. Loss itna ho chuka tha ki ab use sustain karna impossible tha. Vishal ab literally berozgar (unemployed) ho chuka tha.Agli teen mahine, Suruchi apne element mein thi. Uska talent aur ambition skyrocketed. Usne rapid promotions hasil kiye. Ab woh senior manager thi, high-profile meetings attend karti, aur fat cheques ghar laati thi.Lekin is success ke saath hi, Suruchi ke behaviour mein ek bada aur bura badlav aaya.Jahan pehle woh Vishal ko loving husband maanti thi, ab woh use sirf ek deadweight (bojh) ki tarah dekhne lagi thi. Uske liye, Vishal ab uska partner nahi, balki ek failure tha. Woh use directly kuch nahi kehti thi, lekin uski taunts, uski silent expressions, aur uski degrading body language mein woh contempt saaf dikhta tha.Shaadi ke chhah mahine baad, unka rishta completely transformed ho chuka tha. Suruchi working woman se main breadwinner ban chuki thi, aur Vishal shop owner se unemployed house-husband.

Ek shaam, Suruchi office se late aayi, already stressed thi. Vishal ne naturally usse puchh liya, “Itni der kyu ho gayi? Tum phone bhi nahi utha rahi thi.”Vishal ki yeh concern, uske voice mein halki si authority ya chinta ka tone, Suruchi ke liye aag mein ghee ka kaam kiya.Woh aag babula ho gayi. Usne apna expensive leather bag side mein patka aur Vishal ke saamne taav mein khadi ho gayi.“Tumhari aukaat bhi hai mere saamne unchi aawaz mein baat karne ki, Vishal? Seriously?” usne scorn se uski taraf dekha.“Mujhe explain karna padega tumhe? Tum ho kaun? Pata hai pichle chhah mahine se yeh ghar kaun chala raha hai? Main! Main! Tum toh ek berozgaar ki tarah pade ho, zero earning! Mera account statement dekho aur apna khali wallet! Tumhari hadd kya hai mere saamne khade rehne ki? Tumhe permission kisne di mujhse cross-question karne ki?”Vishal ne shock aur shame se aankhein jhuka li. Suruchi ki badi-badi baatein aur teekhe alfaaz uske dil mein talwar ki tarah chubh rahe the.Suruchi ab rukne wali nahi thi. Uske mann mein accumulated frustration aur superiority complex bahar nikal raha tha.

“Fine! Agar tum bahar ki responsibility nahi utha sakte, toh ab andar ki uthao. Tumhari zindagi mein purpose hona chahiye. Kal se, tum is ghar ke saare kaam karoge. Main office jaakar ghar chala rahi hoon, toh tum ghar mein rahoge, mere liye kaam karoge. Got it?”Vishal, jo ekdum seedha ladka tha, uske dominating tone se darr gaya. Uske andar protest tha, par muh se ek lafz nahi nikla. Usne silent submission mein haami bhari.

Agli subah, sun rise ke saath hi, Suruchi ka new regime shuru ho gaya.Subah, woh commanding tone mein boli, “Chai lao! Aur jaldi. My day is packed.”Vishal ne jaldi se chai banayi aur use bed par serve ki. Suruchi ne aankh uthakar bhi nahi dekha. Woh smooth aur effortless tarike se multitasking kar rahi thi—ek haath mein chai, dusre mein office email check karna.Uske baad, Suruchi office jaane ke liye ready hone lagi. Usne manicured nails par fresh nail polish lagayi thi, jise woh carefully protect kar rahi thi.“Vishal,” usne lounge chair par baithte hue order diya. Usne bade aaram se apne dono pair marble top table par rakh diye, mobile scroll karte hue.“Yeh dekho. Meri nail polish abhi wet hai. Main socks aur heels nahi pehan sakti. Tum le aao aur mujhe pehnao.” you read this story on www.indianfemdomstories.com

Vishal ke self-respect ko ek bada jhatka laga. Woh ek independent businessman tha, aur aaj use apni wife ke liye socks aur heels pehnane ka order mil raha tha—woh bhi aise, jaise woh uska personal servant ho.Vishal dheere se uske socks laaya. Suruchi ne table par pair rakhe the, uski silky night suit aur expensive perfume ki smell aa rahi thi. Vishal jhuka. Usne nazuk tarike se Suruchi ke gore aur sundar pairon mein socks pehnaaye.Phir usne uski office heels laayi. Jab woh heel pehna raha tha, uski ungliyaan galti se Suruchi ke pairo ko touch kar gayi. Suruchi ne turant apna pair kheench liya aur use gusse se ghoora“Careful! Apna haath hatao. Don't touch me unnecessarily,” usne sankoch mein kaha.Vishal sharminda ho gaya. Woh heel pehnane laga. Jab usne heel ko uthaya, toh polished leather par use halki si dhul dikhi. Shayad pichle din ki thi.Suruchi ki eagle eyes ne bhi woh dust spot kar li.“Yeh kya hai, Vishal? Tum blind ho kya? Tumhe self-initiative nahi hai? Khud se yeh dust nahi dikhti saf karne ko? Ab toh tum free ho poore din, phir bhi basic cleanliness nahi rakh sakte?” Suruchi ki aawaz tez ho gayi.Vishal galti maanne hi wala tha, ki Suruchi aggressively aage jhuki. Usne Vishal ke chehre ko gusse mein pakad liya, uska jhadta hua chehra uski heel ke paas laayi.“Dekho,” usne chillaaya, “This is how tum saf karoge!”Aur usne dheere se apni heel pakdi aur jhatke se Vishal ke galon ko ragad diya, dust saaf karne ke liye.Vishal sann reh gaya. Uska gala sukh gaya. Uske gaalon par heel ki hard edge ka pressure tha, aur uski aankhon mein shame aur apmaan ke aansu tairne lage. Suruchi uski helplessness par triumphantly muskuraai.“Iski aadat daal lo, Vishal. Jo aadmi apni aurat ke liye kama ke nahi laa sakta, uski value ek paaltu kutte se zyada nahi hoti. Aur kutte toh malik ke joote bhi saaf karte hain.”

Vishal wahan khada raha, jab Suruchi ne apna final blow diya.Office jaane se pehle, usne orders ki ek lambi list de di.“Listen carefully, Vishal. Main shaam ko ghar aaoongi, aur ek bhi kaam incomplete nahi hona chahiye.”“Mere saare socks—saare! Jo maine poore hafte pehne hain—dhul jaane chahiye aur sookh jaane chahiye. Unmein pasine ki smell nahi honi chahiye.”“Mere underwear bhi. Woh bhi saare dhul kar sookh jaane chahiye.”“Saare shoes aur heels—jin mein bhi polish ki need hai, woh perfectly polished hone chahiye. Mujhe mere chehre ki reflection usmein dikhni chahiye.”“Aur most important—subah main toilet gayi thi. Shayad flush theek se work nahi kar raha tha. Fix karna usse, aur pura toilet chamka dena. Mujhe shining clean chahiye, smell bilkul nahi honi chahiye. Understood?” “Aur haan, shaam ko ready rehna. Tumhari aukaat (worth) jaan’ne ke liye. Have a good day, house-husband"Yeh bolkar, Suruchi door ki taraf chali gayi, uski heels ki clacking sound Vishal ke toote hue dil par hammer ki tarah lag rahi thi.Suruchi ke jaate hi, Vishal kitchen mein aa kar dehak gaya. Uske galon par ab bhi heel ka touch mehsoos ho raha tha. Usne apne aap ko shishe mein dekha—ek bikhra hua aadmi, jiski identity aur self-respect dono chukna-chur ho chuki thi.Usne hiccup ke saath aansu bahaye. Kya yeh wahi Suruchi thi, jisse usne pyaar kiya tha? Kya paison ne insaan ko itna badal diya?

Lekin uske paas rone ka time nahi tha. Orders mile the, aur fear uski nas-nas mein ghus chuka tha.Vishal laundry basket ke paas gaya. Usmein Suruchi ke hafte bhar ke pasine wale socks aur underwear pade the. Jinko Suruchi ne galti se bhi touch nahi kiya tha. Woh unhein ek-ek karke baalti mein daal raha tha. Uski naak ko pasine ki tez smell aa rahi thi, lekin uske dil ka dard is physical discomfort se kayi zyada tha.“Main crockery shop ka maalik tha,” woh dheeme se baddbadaaya. “Log meri izzat karte the. Aur aaj, main... main apni biwi ke gande kapde dho raha hoon.”Haathon se ragad-ragad kar usne woh kapde saaf kiye, ek-ek daag hataya taki Suruchi shaam ko galti na nikaal de. Jab woh kapde sookhne ke liye taang raha tha, dhoop mein uske aansu aur pasine ek ho gaye the.Dopahar ka sabse mushkil kam Flush jam ho chuka tha. Vishal ne tools laaye. Ghin ke feeling ko ignore karte hue, usne woh ganda flush theek kiya. Uske baad, toilet bowl aur floor ko scrub kiya. Usne dil mein thhan liya tha—perfect hona chahiye. Suruchi ko shikaayat ka mauka nahi milna chahiye. Har kona, har tile chamka diya gayaUske baad, shoes aur heels polish. Suruchi ke paas kam se kam das pairs the. High heels, loafers, boots—sab. Vishal ne dhyan se polish lagayi, ragda, shine laaya. Woh ghanton tak jhuka raha. Har heel ko polish karte waqt, usse subah wala apmaan yaad aa raha tha.Shaam hone lagi. Vishal thhak chuka tha, physically aur emotionally. Uska darr ab badh chuka tha. Woh feverish ho chuka tha. Usne ghar saaf kar diya, khana ready kar diya. Woh baith kar Suruchi ka intezaar kar raha tha, jaise koi qadi (prisoner) apne faisle ka intezaar karta hai.