Monsoon ki baarish ne Delhi ko ek silver dhund mein lapet rakha tha, aur is vibrant shehar ke ek corner mein, Arjun aur Meera ka rishta ek naye rang mein badal raha tha. Meera, ek 20 saal ki college student, DU ke wahi campus mein padhti thi jahan Arjun, 21, apna second year pura kar raha tha. Meera ke chehre pe hamesha ek bold smile rahti thi, uski aankhon mein ek aisi chamak jo Arjun ke dil ko chhoo leti thi. Woh koi ordinary ladki nahi thi—uske parents, modern entrepreneurs, Delhi ke high-end boutiques ke maalik the. Unka open-minded gharana Meera ko apni desires ko embrace karne ki azaadi deta tha. Woh apne aalishaan Hauz Khas apartment mein akeli rehti thi, aur uska sapna tha ek aisi zindagi jahan paisa aur power dono uske kadmon mein hon.
Arjun ke liye, Meera thi uski duniya. Paanch saal se uska dil femdom ke junoon mein dooba tha—woh videos, online forums, aur sapne jahan ek strong woman uski zindagi ko control karti thi. Jab Meera ne uske secrets jaan liye, usne ek game shuru kiya—Arjun ko apna “perfect slave” banane ka. Ab, Meera ka vision saaf tha: Arjun na sirf uska devoted submissive hoga, balki paisa bhi kamayega taaki woh dono ek lavish life jee sakein. Arjun ke liye, yeh ek mauka tha—uski fantasies ko jeene ka, Meera ke control mein saans lene ka.
Jab Arjun ne Gurgaon mein ek IT company mein part-time job shuru ki, Meera ne faisla kiya ki unka femdom dynamic ghar se hi shuru hoga. Woh bhi college student thi, lectures aur assignments mein busy, lekin usne apne evenings Arjun ko train karne ke liye rakhe. Shuruaat chhoti si thi—ghar ke kaam jo Arjun ke liye ek ritual ban gaye. Meera usse apni favorite butter chicken banane ko kehti, aur Arjun ghanto kitchen mein mehnat karta, har spice ko perfect karne ki koshish mein, jaise yeh uski devotion ka proof ho. Jab Meera apne doston ke saath dinner karti, Arjun plates set karta, drinks serve karta, aur chupchap wait karta, uska dil Meera ki ek chhoti si smile ke liye tarasta. Kabhi woh uske designer kurtis haath se dhone ka hukum deti, aur Arjun ghanto kapdon pe dhyan deta, har stain ko saaf karne mein khushi mehsoos karta. Yeh kaam nahi the—yeh the Meera ke control mein jeene ka tareeka, aur Arjun ke liye, har task ek thrill tha.
Job ke saath Arjun ka routine badal gaya—subah college ke lectures, shaam ko Gurgaon office, aur raat ko Meera ke apartment mein uski seva. Company mein uski salary thi 20,000 rupees har mahine—ek student ke liye bura nahi, lekin Meera ke liye yeh sirf shuruaat thi. Usne ek sakht rule banaya: Arjun ka har paisa uska hoga. Payday pe, Arjun Meera ke apartment mein jata, ek envelope mein apni salary rakhta, aur ghutno pe baithkar usse deta, uski aankhon mein dekhte hue. Meera dheere-dheere notes ginati, uski ungliyan envelope pe phirti, aur Arjun ka dil zor se dhadakta. Agar usse kuch chahiye hota—college fees, metro card, ya ek cup chai ke liye paise—usse Meera se mangna padta, aur yeh mangna koi aam baat nahi thi. Arjun ko apni puri taakat se request karni padti, jaise uski zindagi Meera ki khushi pe depend karti ho. Woh ghanto likhta, bolta, ya kabhi kabhi Meera ke saamne apni wafadari ka izhaar karta, aur Meera uski har baat ko carefully sunt, kabhi smile karti, kabhi usse aur mehnat karne ko kehti.
Meera ko Arjun ki yeh desperation pasand thi. Woh jaanti thi ki Arjun ka femdom obsession usse har challenge accept karne pe majboor karta hai. Isliye usne rules ko aur mushkil kiya, punishments jo impossible lagte the. Ek raat, jab Arjun ne ek request banayi—college ke liye ek naya notebook ke liye paise—Meera ne muskura ke kaha ki pehle ek test pura karna hoga. Usne Arjun ko ek pair pe khada hone ka hukum diya, aur kaha, “Jab tak main na bolu, tu nahi girega.” Arjun ne try kiya, uski taangein kaanpti rahin, lekin Meera bas dekhti rahi, apni coffee pee rahi thi. Ghanto baad, jab Arjun thak kar girne wala tha, Meera so chuki thi, usse akela chhod kar. Subah jab woh uthi aur Arjun ko thaka hua dekha, usne ek nayi saza di: “Kal pura din—no food, no water, no sleep. Tu sirf mera kaam karega, aur hamesha smile karega.”
Arjun ke liye yeh saza ek torture thi, lekin uska femdom junoon usse isse pyaar karne pe majboor karta tha. Agle din, woh college gaya, office gaya, aur Meera ke apartment lautkar uske liye groceries laaya, bina ek sip paani ke ya ek minute ke aaram ke. Jab woh thak kar girne wala tha, Meera ne usse ek biscuit diya, ek chhoti si “reward,” aur Arjun ne usse shukriya ke saath khaya, uska dil khushi se bhar gaya. Yeh saza nahi thi—yeh tha Meera ka control, jo Arjun ko jeene aur saans lene ka mauka deta tha.
Meera ka aur ek boyfriend tha, Rohan, jo unke dynamic ko aur complex banata tha. Meera apne time ko Rohan ke saath enjoy karti, aur Arjun ko unke liye kaam karna padta—jaise unke dinner ke liye table set karna ya unke date ke baad apartment saaf karna. Arjun ke dil mein jealousy aati, lekin Meera ki ek nazar, ek chhoti si taareef, usse sab bhula deti. Woh jaanta tha ki Meera ka control uski zindagi ka hissa hai, aur uska junoon usse har mushkil se guzarne ki taakat deta tha.
Ek raat, jab Arjun Meera ke pair daba raha tha, woh dheere se boli, “Arjun, tu meri wajah se jeeta hai, na? Mera control tujhe zinda rakhta hai.” Arjun ne muskuraya, uska dil thakawat ke bawajood khush tha. “Haan, Rani. Aapke bina main kuch nahi.” Meera ne uske baal sahlaye, aur ek pal ke liye, dono ke beech ek gehra connection mehsoos hua. Meera ka sapna ek lavish life ka tha, aur Arjun uska foundation ban raha tha—paisa, wafadari, aur devotion ke saath.
Yeh safar abhi pura nahi hua tha. Meera ke rules aur sakht hote ja rahe the, aur Arjun ka junoon usse har challenge ke saath aage badha raha tha. Kya woh sach mein Meera ka lifelong slave ban payega? Ya Meera ke demands usse tod denge? Baarish ke saath, unka game aur intense ho raha tha, aur Arjun ka dil ek naye storm ke liye taiyaar tha.
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