chapter 4

When the Teacher is the Wife💕❤️💕 After closing the door from inside the room, I noticed that my living room was beautifully decorated for our flower beds. The bed is beautifully decorated with a chain of rosary. A soft velvet box bed decorated with flowers on a white sheet, with a red rose petal in the middle. And Neelima is sitting silently in the middle of the profit sign. Full body jewels in red benarasi, veil pulled down from head to lips. Her lips like rose petals attracted me very much. She looked very beautiful. It seems as if a girl from an unknown family has become a wife in our house. I wanted to get up on the bed and sit next to her and slowly lift her veil and see her beautiful face. Hug him a little caressing to enjoy an unknown joy. Even though the mind is full of joy, the blood inside the mind is covered like ice.But even if everything is fine, my wife is my teacher. How many times I was beaten by him as a child. Just seeing him in front of him makes me feel scared. I was always afraid when I sat down to teach. I remember all the torture he used to do to me if I couldn't read. I don't know how many times he laid hands on me. Shameless, impudent, liar, how many small cheeks I ate to him. He stood with his head down in front of the gate of the house with his ears, beating me with the scale, bringing tears to his eyes. Sometimes he called my father and beat me badly. Even a month ago the hardwood scale broke in my hand. Today I am her husband in front of her. I felt like handing over the little pet goat to the tigress of the forest.I was standing silently in front of the door, suddenly my wife called me, don't stand in front of the door, come here. As I walked in front of the bed, my wife said 'Banti' sit down, I will not call you by your name from today.To be continued... 🖊️Tamil Karmakar 'Tamanna'