Chapter 21: The First Steps

Randi was over the moon with excitement. The realization that she was going to be a mother again and marry Vishal filled her with endless daydreams. She spent her days giggling and cooing over baby names and imagining what her wedding would look like. Her mind, reduced to that of a silly, obedient bimbo, couldn’t grasp the complexities of pregnancy, but she didn’t need to. Vishal was there to take care of everything.

Vishal, initially overwhelmed by the idea of marriage and parenthood, began to warm up to the concept. He did his own research, learning everything he could about caring for a pregnant partner. The more he learned, the clearer his plan became. He knew he had to take the first step: getting Randi to an OBGYN.

He scheduled an appointment with a reputable doctor in Delhi. The day of the appointment arrived, and Vishal led Randi, naked and adorned with heels and jewelry, into the clinic. The doctor, a middle-aged man with a professional demeanor, tried to maintain his composure, but his eyes widened in surprise as he took in Randi’s appearance.

“Good morning,” the doctor said, his voice steady despite his shock. He turned to Vishal, speaking in Hindi. “Is this your ... wife?”

Vishal nodded, his voice firm. “Yes, she is. And she is pregnant. We need to know when she is due and the sex of the baby.”

The doctor nodded, his professionalism kicking in. He began to examine Randi, his eyes occasionally flickering with a mix of disbelief and curiosity. Randi giggled and cooed throughout the examination, her mind blissfully unaware of the seriousness of the situation.

After a thorough examination and an ultrasound, the doctor turned to Vishal, his voice professional. “The baby is due on March 15th. And it is a boy.”

Vishal nodded, a sense of relief and excitement washing over him. He had a plan, and now he had the information he needed to move forward.

As the appointment came to a close, the doctor turned to Vishal, his voice low and conspiratorial. “She is a ... unique woman. I must admit, I have never seen anyone quite like her. Would you mind if I ... had a turn with her?”

Vishal hesitated for a moment, considering the request. He looked at Randi, her giggling, vacant form oblivious to the conversation. He knew that she would comply with whatever he decided, that she was his to command.

He turned back to the doctor, his voice firm and decisive. “Yes, you can have a turn. But be quick. We have other appointments to keep.”

The doctor nodded, a gleam of excitement in his eyes. He led Randi to a private examination room, his mind already racing with the possibilities. Vishal waited outside, his mind filled with thoughts of the future, of the life he was building with Randi and their unborn son.

As the doctor emerged from the room a short while later, his face flushed and satisfied, Vishal knew that this was just the beginning of their journey. He took Randi’s hand, leading her out of the clinic, his mind already racing with the next steps in their plan.