F27 Getting married next week and suddenly every woman around me has advice.
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My mom sat beside me today explaining every ritual so emotionally. Why a wife wears mangalsutra. Why sindoor matters. How marriage means devotion, sacrifice, softness.
“Keep him happy. Feed him first. Take care of your husband properly. A wife’s love keeps a marriage alive.”
And honestly? I loved hearing it.
I want to belong to my husband like that. Fully. Softly. Shamelessly.
But while she was talking, one thought kept growing in my head:
Why should only women wear proof of belonging?
So tonight I called my fiancé.
I told him if he wants a traditional wife, then I want a traditional husband too — just in my own way.
If I wear mangalsutra for him every day, he wears a chastity cage for me every day.
If he puts sindoor in my maang, then he stops wearing men’s underwear and switches to panties because I want something feminine touching his skin too.
If I spend hours shaving, glowing, dressing up to stay desirable for him, then he waxes every inch of his body for me.
If marriage means ownership, then it goes both ways.
I expected shock.
Instead this man went silent for a second… then asked in the calmest voice possible:
“So after the wedding… are you going to check me every night yourself?”
I swear my entire body reacted.
Now my mother thinks I’m nervous because I’m becoming someone’s wife.
Truth is, I’m lying awake imagining my future husband sitting in front of me after marriage while I remove his chains, inspect him, decide what he wears, how smooth he stays, how obedient he becomes for me privately while the world sees him as the perfect masculine husband publicly.
And maybe that’s my favorite part.
Outside, I’ll be his beautiful traditional wife.
Inside our bedroom, he’ll be mine too.