Griha Pravesh and Getting Ready for Action

As Ishan entered the grand mansion, he was greeted by the cheery faces of house maids and servants, most of whom welcomed him with a cheerful "Welcome, ma'am!"

The atmosphere was electric, with the soft hum of chatter and the clinking of utensils filling the air. The mansion's opulent interior, complete with crystal chandeliers, intricate carvings, and lavish furnishings, left Ishan breathless.

Out of the sea of faces, a 45-year-old woman dressed in a crisp maid's saree emerged, carrying an Aarti ki thali and a Kalash filled with rice. Her face was a picture of serenity, with a warm smile that put Ishan at ease.

Her eyes sparkled with kindness, and her silver hair was neatly tied back, revealing a few wisps of gray that added to her dignified demeanor.

Ishan couldn't help but notice the motherly warmth that radiated from her face. She introduced herself as Keethika Sharma, the chief of the mansion's maids and servants.

With a gentle smile, she welcomed both Ishan and Aryan by performing the rituals. She put a vermillion tikka on both of their foreheads and performed the Graha Pravesh puja with the thali.

As she finished the rituals, Keethika placed the Kalash on the door and turned to Ishan.

"Radhika ma'am, this Griha pravesh marks the beginning of a new chapter for the bride. You are now part of Raichand family" she said, her eyes twinkling with warmth.

"Is she seriously asking me to kick the Kalash when the guy I'm married to can't even move his toes?"

Ishan chuckled to himself, finding the situation absurdly funny.

With a firm kick, Ishan kicked the kalash firmly and spilled the rice completing the ritual, Keethika smiled, nodding in approval.

As Ishan stepped into the mansion, His movements, still stiff and noticeable, betrayed his struggles with the 4-inch heels. Although he'd made progress since morning, Ishan's legs trembled slightly with each step. The servants exchanged surreptitious glances, their faces struggling to conceal their mirth. Ishan's face grew hot with embarrassment as he sensed their gaze.

He composed himself, taking slow, deliberate steps through the corridors. The sound of his heels clicking on the marble floor echoed through the hallway.

Keethika again came to his rescue, taking his hand in hers and guiding him. She whispered something in his ear,

"Don't worry, Radhika ma'am, Harivansh ji has informed me all about the deal. And you don't have to worry about anything as long as I am here."

Aryan, who was just behind Ishan, asked them to continue, saying he had other things to deal with. He walked away with his three assistants, his face expressionless. Ishan wondered why Aryan was so silent the whole day.

"Dude, at least pretend you married me in front of these people. Would it hurt you a little when you talk to me."

Ishan wondered if all women who married rich have to go through the same treatment.

Keethika guided Ishan towards a luxurious room that had been transformed into a romantic sanctuary.

The room was adorned with intricate flower arrangements, and the air was filled with the sweet scent of blooming jasmine. The centerpiece of the room was a majestic bed, covered in a blanket of red roses, their delicate petals gently swaying in the soft breeze. Scented candles burned softly, casting a warm, golden glow over the room, and filling the air with a heady, romantic aroma.

As he stood there, frozen in uncertainty, Keethika beamed with pride, clearly delighted with the efforts of the servants who had decorated the room.

"Did you like it, Radhika ma'am?" she asked, her voice dripping with enthusiasm.

Ishan looked around nervously, ensuring they were alone, before responding in a relaxed, masculine tone,

"Why did you go all the way for this pretend marriage?"

However, Keethika quickly interrupted him, her expression serious.

"Ma'am, please make sure to use a soft and gentle voice and act like Radhika only, its better to get familiar with your life if you truly want to hold your end of bargain."

'Aye aye, captain,'

Ishan's thoughts flashed with a sarcastic remark. but he quickly composed himself, adopting a feminine tone once more. "Okay, I will keep it in mind."

Keethika smiled, seemingly satisfied with Ishan's response.

"You must be tired of walking with these heavy jewelry and lehenga, let me help you with it," she said, gently guiding Ishan towards a nearby seat near the dressing table.

Keethika's skilled hands moved swiftly, removing the pins from Ishan's hair and veils with ease. As the weight of the heavy jewelry and makeup lifted, Ishan felt a sense of relief wash over him. Keethika helped him remove the mangtikka, jhumka, and other adornments, followed by the layers of makeup that had transformed him into a bride.

As the lehenga and blouse were finally removed, Ishan let out a deep breath, feeling liberated from the 10-hour torture.

"Phew, I can finally breathe," he exclaimed, standing before Keethika in just his red panties and matching lingerie.

As he gazed at his chest, previously hidden beneath the elaborate Rani haar and jewelry, Ishan was taken aback by the unfamiliar sight of his own cleavage.

His mind wandered, and his member, which had been dormant for hours, began to stir once more. The tent formed inside his soft red panties, and Ishan quickly grabbed a nearby towel to cover himself, prompting Keethika to chuckle.

"No need to hide, ma'am", she said with a wink, "we are both women here".

"Here take this, You can change into a comfortable night dress", she smiled handing Ishan a lacy nightdress that looked like something out of a steamy adult rated movie, " I think Aryan baba is going to like this one."

Ishan's eyes widened in horror as he stuttered,

"No... No...No..." His voice slipped into a masculine tone as he gazed at the nightdress.

"I am not wearing that. And lady, I am not into that kind of stuff, you know... I'm not gay."

"It's not gay if you're a woman," Keethika chuckled and winked at him.

"First nights sometimes get pretty wild, and I know Aryan baba has quite the reputation with women."

Ishan's face turned bright red as he protested, "No, no, no! I'm not going to do anything with him!"

Ishan's eyes grew wide with embarrassment as Keethika helped him into the lacy nightdress, her hands brushing against his skin. He felt a surge of awkwardness and quickly looked away.

'Looks like we are shooting for Ragni MMS 2, But this time Ragni has some surprise inside her',

His train of thoughts were interrupted by Keethika.

"Well, just in case, I'll give you some advice. A happy husband is the key to a happy marriage. If you know what I mean", Keethika teased him.

Keethika stepped closer, her breath smelling faintly of cardamom. She placed her hand gently on Ishan's shoulder and began her 'lesson'.

"Now, imagine it's a lollipop. Just lick the tip, nice and slow," she instructed, miming the action with an exaggerated flick of her tongue.

Ishan stared at her, his jaw dropping like a Bollywood heroine in a dramatic scene.

"Are you serious?" he asked, his voice cracking.

"As serious as a tandoori chicken in a vegetarian wedding," she replied, her voice light and airy. "Now, don't be shy. Just remember to use more of your tongue and less of your teeth, okay?"

"Thank you but No thank you, Keethika," Ishan said, trying to sound polite. "I think I need to take a rest now. Could you please leave the room?"

"Of course ma'am" Keerthika smiled as she turned to leave she called out, "Remember, Use more of your tongue and less of your teeth".

"What?.... Oh... Ewww", he said out loud cringing at the thought of pleasure of someone that too a man, "Just leave... And close the door"

"Okay, All the best, Ma'am", she winked as she closed the door leaving Ishan more scared than when she met him "You are going to need it"