Wife : The Real Boss At Home .

Once upon a time, there was a husband named Max and his wife, Lily. Max, a regular guy with dreams of being a master of his own castle, thought he ran the show at home. He was convinced he was in control—until one fateful day when he found himself in a rather awkward position. There he was, tied to a chair, his arms pinned to his sides with what seemed like golden ribbons of hair, his wife Lily standing over him with a smirk and a glint of pure mischief in her eye.

It all started one lazy Saturday morning. Max had made the rookie mistake of ignoring Lily’s carefully crafted shopping list—again. He thought, “How hard can it be to remember a few things?” Unfortunately, his idea of “a few things” did not include the essentials Lily had scribbled down, like her favourite herbal tea, scented candles, and the fancy organic soap she insisted on. Max, in his defence, did remember to grab his favourite bag of chips, a couple of energy drinks, and a stack of magazines for the weekend.

When Lily saw the shopping bags, her eyes narrowed. She didn’t need to say anything; the silence said it all. Max gulped, starting to sense the storm brewing. But by then, it was too late. Before he knew it, he was wrapped in what he swore was her magical, ever-growing hair, tied firmly to the chair in the middle of their living room. Lily crossed her arms, looking every inch the queen about to lay down the law.

“Max,” she said, her voice calm but with an edge that made him break out in a sweat. “Do you know why you’re here?”

Max’s mouth opened, but no sound came out. He tried to speak, but Lily raised an eyebrow, and he immediately fell silent, realizing this was not the time for witty comebacks.

“You’re here,” she continued, “because someone has forgotten who runs this household. Let me remind you.”

Max nodded slowly. “Yes, ma’am… I mean, yes, Lily.”

“Oh, good. Now, let’s start with your morning duties,” she said, leaning in so close that he could smell her lavender-scented shampoo. “From now on, you’re in charge of coffee every morning at 7 a.m. Not a minute late, not a minute early. And it better be strong enough to wake up a sloth, got it?”

“Y-yes, Lily. Strong coffee, 7 a.m. sharp.” Max swallowed hard, already planning to set at least three alarms to avoid any slip-ups.

Lily gave a satisfied nod and continued. “Next, the floors. I want them so shiny I can see my reflection in them. If I find one crumb, or if my sock sticks to the floor for even a second…”

Max, sweating bullets, quickly nodded again. “Got it! Spotless floors. Crumb-free. Shiny enough to blind a bat.”

Lily chuckled, an eerie sound that made Max shiver. “Excellent,” she said. “Now, onto more serious matters. The remote control.” She held up the device as if it were the crown jewels. “This remote is off-limits to you. It’s my kingdom. The moment you touch it, you’ll find yourself right back in this chair.”

Max winced. He knew the remote rule was sacred territory, and in his heart, he had already accepted defeat on this front. “Of course, Lily. I wouldn’t dream of it.”

With her commands laid down, Lily finally untied him. Max stretched and rubbed his wrists, thinking he was free to go. But just as he took a step forward, she blocked his path with a sly smile. “Oh, I almost forgot. One last thing…”

Max froze, his mind racing with possibilities. What more could she have in store for him?

“Date nights,” she said. “Every Friday. You will plan them, make the reservations, and—most importantly—you will keep it all a secret until the last minute. Surprise me. Every. Single. Week.”

Max’s jaw dropped. He hadn’t been this stunned since he accidentally deleted his entire music library. Planning date nights wasn’t exactly in his wheelhouse, but he had no choice. “Absolutely. I’ll make it a night to remember… every week.”

Lily patted him on the shoulder. “Good. Now, don’t let me down, Max. Remember, if you break any of these rules… well, let’s just say the chair and my magic hair will be waiting.”

Max chuckled nervously. “Understood, boss!”

And so, Max’s life changed in ways he’d never anticipated. The next morning, he was up before sunrise, brewing coffee that could wake the dead, scrubbing floors until they sparkled, and, of course, carefully hiding his hands from that forbidden remote.

Every Friday, he brainstormed creative ideas for their date nights—sometimes he’d take her dancing, sometimes it was a movie night, and sometimes it was a surprise trip to a new restaurant. And though he was exhausted by the end of each week, he couldn’t deny that he was having the time of his life.

But the funny thing was, Max didn’t really mind. Deep down, he was happy to play along because, despite all of Lily’s rules, he could see how much she enjoyed the “game.” He realised she wasn’t just reminding him of his duties; she was making their life together an adventure, full of laughs, little challenges, and quirky memories they’d both treasure.

Months passed, and Max became a model husband. Their friends began to notice the gleam in Lily’s eye and the slightly nervous but adoring look on Max’s face. One evening, as they gathered for a barbecue, Max overheard one of the neighbours whispering to him, “So… who’s really the boss at home?”

Max chuckled, giving Lily a quick, loving glance. “Oh, she’s the boss, no question about it. And you know what? I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

Everyone laughed, and Lily beamed, a slight blush coloring her cheeks. She looked at Max with a playful glint in her eye and said, “Just remember, darling, as long as you keep up with your duties, I’ll let you off the hook.”

Max nodded, a twinkle in his eye. “Yes, boss.”

And so, Max and Lily lived happily ever after—or, at least, until the next time Max “accidentally” forgot the shopping list. But, by then, Max knew he was in good hands. After all, he’d happily accepted the fact that, in his kingdom, the queen ruled. And he was, quite frankly, okay with that.