I'm done pretending to be the perfect Indian wife - Milk me, Break me, Ruin me !!!

I've spent years perfecting the role of the perfect Indian woman. I was the soft-spoken daughter, the dutiful wife, the nurturing mother. I even taught at the school my husband owns, smiling sweetly at parents, guiding with a gentle hand. Everyone thought I was an angel, pure and proper. But inside, I was rotting with forbidden desires i didnt know i had. I'd stand at the front of the classroom, my dupatta neatly pinned, while my mind wanted to spiral into filthy fantasies- I'd blush, stammer, and play innocent, but my body ached for someone to see through the act and ruin me. i present before you all a glimpse of my desire