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Sagar and Jay were not just friends; they were practically brothers. Their bond was built on trust and unyielding loyalty, a connection so profound that they would go to any lengths for one another. Sagar was a shy and timid boy, often lost in his thoughts, while Jay was his complete opposite—outgoing and bold, with…
Sagar and Jay were not just friends; they were practically brothers. Their bond was built on trust and unyielding loyalty, a connection so profound that they would go to any lengths for one another. Sagar was a shy and timid boy, often lost in his thoughts, while Jay was his complete opposite—outgoing and bold, with a personality that drew people in like a magnet. They met as children, in a moment that would change both their lives forever.
One day, while walking through the schoolyard, Jay noticed a group of bullies surrounding a helpless Sagar. Seeing the fear in his friend’s eyes stirred something deep within Jay, and without hesitation, he charged in, confronting the bullies and sending them running. From that day on, Sagar leaned heavily on Jay’s unwavering support, grateful for the friend who stood up for him when no one else would.
As they grew up together, their families also shaped their identities. Sagar came from a middle-class family; his mother worked long hours to support him and ensure he had what he needed. In contrast, Jay was raised in a wealthy but strict patriarchal household. His parents often argued about their views on women and relationships, which led to heated discussions and clashes in values. This background made Jay more determined to live life on his own terms.
Now, at the age of 21, they studied at the same college and shared an apartment. One afternoon, as Jay sat on their couch, a furrowed brow creased his forehead. Sagar, taking a sip of water, noticed his friend’s troubled expression. “Hey, Jay, what’s wrong?” he asked, concern creeping into his voice.
With a heavy sigh, Jay responded, “I’m stuck in a really tough spot. My parents summoned me home. They want me to choose a girl to marry, and if I don’t, I can’t continue my studies.”
Sagar gasped, his eyes wide with disbelief. “That’s so unfair! How can your parents just decide your future like that, without even asking what you want?” His voice was tinged with sadness.
Jay chuckled softly, touched by Sagar’s concern. “I know, right? It feels wrong. But as long as my relatives think I’m serious about getting married, they won’t let me study further.”
“I really wish I could do something to help,” Sagar said, feeling helpless.
Jay leaned back, contemplating. “But there’s a way out. My parents would be fine with me marrying someone I love—if she agrees to adapt to their views and values about family.”
Sagar nodded slowly, processing this information. Then, out of the corner of his eye, Jay noticed how Sagar’s long hair fell perfectly around his face. He had decided to grow it out, often tying it in a ponytail. His smooth, fair skin had a delicate quality, not unlike that of a woman. An idea sparked in Jay’s mind.
“Hey, Sagar?” Jay said, his tone suddenly playful.
“Yeah?” Sagar replied, looking puzzled.
“What if you pretend to be my fiancée?” Jay blurted out, unable to contain his idea.
Sagar’s face turned an atomic red as he sputtered in shock, “WHAT?!! Are you serious?! What kind of suggestion is that?”
Jay dropped to his knees, pleading dramatically. “Please! I don’t want to marry anyone my parents choose! I swear, once we convince them to let me apply for my higher studies and postpone the wedding until I finish, you can escape like nothing ever happened! Please, my best friend!”
Sagar hesitated, unsure of the idea. “I… I’m not sure about this, Jay.”
“C’mon, Sagar!” Jay’s puppy dog eyes were hard to resist. Sagar felt his resolve start to crumble. He could feel a flutter of excitement coursing through him, a strange yet thrilling sensation. Was it wrong? This was so outlandish… and yet, the thought was intoxicating.
“Oh my gods,” Sagar said, frustration and exhilaration swirling within him. “I can’t believe I’m considering this!”
Jay’s face broke into a wide grin, and he pulled Sagar into a tight hug. “Thank you, thank you!!! You won’t regret it!”
Sagar sighed, hugging back reluctantly but feeling oddly comforted. “Shouldn’t I have a new name or something, though?” he asked, feigning annoyance.
Jay thought for a moment before suggesting, “How about… Vidhya?”
Sagar deadpanned, crossing his arms incredulously. “How original. You really think that’s going to work?”
“Okay, okay! Give me some time. We’ll figure it out together! Just promise me you’ll help me through this,” Jay said, still beaming with excitement.
Sagar rolled his eyes, but inside, he couldn’t help but feel a rush of anticipation about their new plan. Little did they know, this would be the beginning of an unexpected adventure that would challenge their friendship and force them to confront their own feelings along the way.
The next morning, as the soft light began to filter through the curtains, Jay was already up and buzzing with excitement. He informed his parents about the grand transformation he had planned for Sagar and quickly hired a team of beauticians to help realize his vision.
The doorbell rang promptly, and the beauticians filed in, exuding professionalism and enthusiasm. “Alright, where’s the star of the show?” one of them asked, flashing a bright smile as they set up their supplies.
“Right here,” Sagar mumbled, stepping into the living room, his face flushed with apprehension.
“Don’t worry, sweetie,” one of the beauticians said reassuringly. “You’re going to look stunning! Now, let’s get started.”
With that, they led Sagar to a private area and began the process. They gently stripped him of his clothes and explained, “First, we need a clean slate. That means a fresh shave under your arms and down below.”
Sagar could only nod, feeling a mix of embarrassment and anticipation. After a thorough bath, they provided him with breast pads to give him a feminine shape. As he stood there in just those pads, a wave of shame washed over him. “I can’t believe I’m doing this,” he muttered to himself.
“You’ll see, it’s going to be worth it!” another beautician encouraged, handing him a set of delicate bras and panties. Sagar blushed fiercely as he put them on, the soft fabric feeling both foreign and oddly comforting against his skin.
Next came the petticoat and blouse. “Wow, look at that!” one beautician exclaimed as they helped him wear the outfit. The blouse fit snugly, and with the help of the pads, he looked like he had a modest bust. Sagar felt like a ripe tomato, his cheeks burning with embarrassment.
“Alright, time for the saree!” another beautician announced, pulling out a lovely light gulabi saree. They expertly began draping it around him, folding the pleats meticulously to ensure a flawless look. As they arranged the pallu over his shoulder, he felt the fabric envelop his body, adding to the surreal experience.
“Now for some accessories,” one of the beauticians said with a hint of excitement. They pierced his nose and adorned him with a heavy gold nose ring. “Just a little pinch!” they chirped. Sagar yelped softly as they pierced his ears, attaching tiny, sparkling earrings. Each touch felt like a strange blend of discomfort and beauty.
After that came the makeup. His face was transformed, glowing and radiant. The beauticians applied a vibrant lipstick that made his lips pop. Finally, they adorned his wrists with a stack of gold bangles that chimed softly with every movement.
“Let’s finish up with your hair,” another beautician said, skillfully tying his long hair into a neat bun. After what felt like hours but was truly only a short while, the beauticians stepped back. “There you go! You look amazing!”
Jay entered just then, gasping in awe. “Sagar—no, Vidhya ! You are beautiful!”
Vidhya’s heart fluttered with a mix of excitement and disbelief. “How do I look?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper, her cheeks still flushed.
“You look stunning, Vidhya darling!” Jay grinned, pride radiating from him. Just then, there was a knock at the door.
“Oh no, they’re here!” Vidhya exclaimed, panic rising.
“Don’t worry, just veil yourself in a ghunghat!” Jay advised, his eyes wide with urgency.
“A ghunghat? Why?” Vidhya stammered, her voice trembling.
“It’s a riwaaz—my mother may not approve if she sees your face right away!” Jay explained nervously.
Reluctantly, Vidhya draped the pallu over her face, concealing her features. She looked like a true ghunghat clad bride.
Jay opened the door to reveal his parents standing there, a mix of curiosity and disapproval etched on their faces.
His mother sneered, “Well? Where is that so-called girl?”
“Vidhya!” Jay called, and Vidhya stepped forward. As she appeared before them, their eyes softened in surprise.
“Yes, this is perfect,” his mother declared, a hint of approval creeping into her voice as she looked at Vidhya, who stood there, heart racing, hidden behind the veil yet feeling more beautiful than she ever had before.
Part 2
Vidhya’s heart hammered against her ribs. Cooking for the first time in her life, and for Jay’s parents no less, was a daunting task. The kitchen was a whirlwind of activity, with Jay hovering nervously, his voice laced with panic. “Vidhya, the kheer! Hurry up, please!” he urged, his eyes wide. From beneath her ghunghat,…
Vidhya’s heart hammered against her ribs. Cooking for the first time in her life, and for Jay’s parents no less, was a daunting task. The kitchen was a whirlwind of activity, with Jay hovering nervously, his voice laced with panic.
“Vidhya, the kheer! Hurry up, please!” he urged, his eyes wide.
From beneath her ghunghat, Vidhya shot him a frustrated glare. “I’m trying, Jay!” she hissed, her voice barely a whisper.
Finally, the kheer was ready. With a blush creeping up her neck, Vidhya carefully maneuvered her swaying saree as she served the sweet dish to her new in-laws. Jay’s mother, a woman with a sharp tongue and piercing gaze, took a spoonful and savored it.
“More sugar,” she declared, her voice crisp and unwavering. “But for a first attempt, it’s acceptable.”
Jay’s father nodded in agreement, offering a small, reassuring smile. Vidhya felt a wave of relief wash over her.
But the relief was short-lived. Jay’s mother, after a moment of silence, turned to her son. “Jay, both of you will come back to our house. I will personally teach Vidhya how to be the perfect bahu.”
Vidhya’s blood ran cold. She froze, her heart sinking.
Jay, sensing her distress, quickly intervened. “Maa, I need to talk to Vidhya for a moment.”
His mother frowned, a flicker of annoyance in her eyes, but eventually relented.
Alone in a room, Vidhya and Jay faced each other. Vidhya’s voice trembled as she poured out her fear.
“Jay, I’m terrified! For God’s sake, I’m a guy dressed as a woman! I can’t possibly learn all these rituals and traditions!”
Jay, his eyes filled with concern, took her hands in his. “Vidhya, you promised you’d help me fool my parents. Remember?”
Tears welled in Vidhya’s eyes. “But this… this is too much,” she pleaded.
He pulled her into a gentle hug, his warmth a comforting balm against her fear. “I’ll be there with you, every step of the way,” he whispered.
With a shaky breath, Vidhya finally agreed. They returned to the room and informed Jay’s parents of their decision.
Jay’s mother, her lips set in a thin line, nodded. “Very well. But remember, Vidhya,” she said, her voice a chilling whisper, “a single mistake, and the consequences will be severe.”
Vidhya’s face paled. She meekly nodded and lowered her gaze, her face hidden beneath the concealing ghunghat.
The journey back to Jay’s hometown was a blur. Vidhya couldn’t believe the turn her life had taken. Once Sagar , a carefree boy, she was now Vidhya, Jay’s supposed bride.
“Oh, Gods,” she thought, her heart heavy. “I just hope this farce ends soon.”
Jay, sensing her turmoil, squeezed her hand silently, a silent plea for her to stay strong. Vidhya managed a shaky smile under her ghunghat.
The grand mansion loomed before them, its imposing structure a stark reminder of the life she was now thrust into. As they entered, Vidhya’s heart pounded in her chest. The servants, their eyes wide with curiosity, watched as she walked in.
Jay’s mother reacted instantly, her hand lashing out across Vidhya’s face.
“Wah!” Vidhya cried out in pain.
Jay sprang to his feet, his voice filled with fury. “Maa?! What was that for?”
His mother’s voice boomed, her anger palpable. “She didn’t cover her face when entering! No one should see the bahu’s face! How could you choose such a besharam aurat, Jay?”
Tears streamed down Vidhya’s face. Jay whispered urgently, “Cover your face, Vidhya.”
Fumbling, she quickly pulled her ghunghat down, hiding her face from the judgmental gazes. The humiliation was overwhelming.
“Be careful, Vidhya,” her saas warned, her voice dripping with menace. “Or else…”
Vidhya, her voice barely audible, replied, “Ji…”
Vidhya couldn’t believe her first time in this house and a slap. She wondered how much more humiliation would she have to suffer here? Gods why did she agree to this?…..
The heavy wooden door creaked open, revealing a dimly lit room. Vidhya, her heart hammering against her ribs, was ushered inside by her new saas, a woman whose face was etched with a sternness that sent a shiver down Vidhya’s spine. She stood awkwardly in the center of the room, her vibrant pink saree a stark contrast to the somber atmosphere, her ghunghat concealing her face.
“Let me see my new bahu,” the saas commanded, her voice sharp like a blade. With a swift movement, she lifted the ghunghat, revealing Vidhya’s youthful features. “Quite a beauty, you are,” she acknowledged, a hint of grudging approval in her tone. “But there is much more to being a bahu than just a pretty face.”
Vidhya felt a knot of apprehension tighten in her stomach. Her saas, seemingly oblivious to her discomfort, began to demonstrate. She walked with a deliberate grace, her saree pallu held elegantly in one hand, her steps measured and feminine. “This,” she declared, stopping at the far end of the room, “is how a real bahu walks. With dignity, with decorum.”
“Now, you,” the saas commanded, gesturing towards a corner. “Stand there, properly. Face me. And cover your head.”
Vidhya, still reeling from the unexpected barrage of instructions, obeyed without a word, trying to drape the pallu over her head as she’d seen her saas do.
“Is this all you can manage?” The saas’ voice was laced with impatience. “Too easy! Cover your face with the ghunghat.”
Vidhya’s fingers fumbled with the cloth, a question forming on her lips. “But Maa Ji, how will I see—”
Before she could finish, a sharp sting shot through her leg. The stick, wielded with surprising force by her saas, had lashed out.
“Aaah!” Vidhya cried out in pain, her eyes welling up with tears. “Maa Ji, please!”
“No good bahu talks back to her saasumaa!” The saas’ voice was a torrent of anger. The stick descended again, and again, impacting Vidhya’s legs with brutal force.
“Please, Maa Ji,” Vidhya pleaded, her voice choked with sobs. The pain was excruciating, and fear clawed at her heart.
Quickly, she covered her face with the ghunghat, desperate to escape the relentless punishment.
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“Now, walk,” her saas commanded, her voice still sharp but now laced with a hint of satisfaction.
Vidhya, her legs trembling, took a step, clutching her pallu. Thwack! The stick connected with her backside.
“Aah!” she gasped, tears streaming down her cheeks.
“Walk demurely, Vidhya!” her saas snapped. “Hips should swing!”
Another stick against her back sent Vidhya stumbling forward, her cries escalating. “I will, Maa Ji, I will!”
“Back to the corner!” her saas commanded.
Vidhya, defeated and aching, returned to the corner and started again, forcing her hips to sway as instructed.
“Shoulders straight!” Her saas roared, the stick finding its mark. Vidhya winced, her body trembling as she tried to correct her posture and maintain the awkward, exaggerated sway.
The cycle continued. Every misstep, every moment of hesitation, was met with sharp blows and harsh words. Vidhya cried, she pleaded, she tried her best to understand and follow the unspoken rules of this new life.
“Is this what all women go through?” she wondered, her mind reeling from the constant barrage of physical and verbal abuse. “Did my own Maa suffer like this? Was this the life she endured as a bahu?”
A wave of regret washed over her. The deal she’d struck with Jay, agreeing to marry him and assume the identity of Vidhya, felt like a terrible mistake. The transition from her own comfortable life as Sagar , a carefree boy, to this fragile, battered shell of a bahu was a painful, disastrous change.
Her saas remained relentless, a cruel taskmaster who seemed to derive satisfaction from Vidhya’s pain. The blows rained down, the harsh words continued, and Vidhya, trapped in a world of fear and uncertainty, wondered if she would ever be able to survive this cruel initiation into womanhood.
It was late into the night when Jay was pacing around the dimly lit room, his anxiety bubbling to the surface. His heart thudded against his chest as he thought about his maa and Vidhya. She had taken Vidhya away for what felt like an eternity. Gods, what must be happening over there? His thoughts were a tangled mess of worry and frustration, and he found it hard to focus.
As he continued to pace, he suddenly heard soft whimpers coming from outside the door. His heart dropped as he rushed to open it. Standing there was Vidhya, draped in a beautiful saree, her face partly concealed by a ghunghat. She held a tray in her trembling hands, a steaming cup of chai resting delicately on it.
“Ji… here’s your chai…” she said softly, her voice barely above a whisper, as if speaking too loudly might bring down the wrath of his mother.
Jay took the cup and closed the door behind him with a firm click. Setting the tray aside, he turned to her, his expression hardening. “Did my maa hurt you?”
Tears welled up in Vidhya’s eyes, and before he could say another word, she broke down, sobbing uncontrollably. Jay stepped forward, wrapping his arms around her, providing the comfort she so desperately needed. “Vidhya, please… What happened?” he urged gently.
With her face buried in his shoulder, she finally let everything spill out—“The beatings… the whipping… the scolding… All of it to make sure my posture and walk is perfect!” Her voice was choked with emotion, each word laced with fear and pain.
Jay’s heart sank as she shared her torment. “I’m so sorry, Sagar …” he whispered as he hugged her tighter. But to his dismay, she suddenly pushed him away, her eyes wide with panic.
“Don’t touch me!” she shouted, her voice dripping with horror. “Oh gods…”
Before he could comprehend what was happening, there was a loud banging at the door, and in an instant, Jay’s mother stormed into the room, fury radiating from her. “How dare you scream at your own husband?! Besharam Ladki!” she spat, her hand poised to strike Vidhya.
But Jay had had enough. He shot forward, grabbing his mother’s wrist just before she could slap Vidhya. “Stop!” he commanded, his voice steady but filled with authority. “Whatever happens between me and Vidhya is our business. You have no right to interfere!”
His mother’s eyes widened in disbelief. “How dare you?! Do you think you’ve grown big enough to disrespect your own maa?”
Jay released her wrist, pushing her back gently but firmly. “I won’t let you hurt her. Now, leave!” The tension in the room thickened as his mother stood there, fuming, while Jay closed the door, shutting out her angry shouts.
“What a stupid, pathetic girl she is! No dinner for her tonight!” her voice echoed through the door, but Jay didn’t care. He turned back to Vidhya, who was still trembling, tears streaming down her face.
“I’m so sorry, Vidhya,” he said softly, pulling her into another embrace. “I didn’t think it would be this bad…”
Vidhya whined, “I can’t do this anymore, Jay… This farce… I just want to be Sagar again.”
Her raw desperation tugged at his heart. “I’ll figure something out, I promise,” Jay reassured her, feeling a mix of determination and helplessness. “Should we go meet your maa tomorrow?”
“Really?!” Vidhya’s eyes lit up with hope. “You mean it?”
“Yes! I want you to see your mother.” Jay smiles. But then, fear flickered across Vidhya’s face. “What if she sees me like this? Her son… as a woman?”
Jay placed a comforting hand on her shoulder. “No, don’t worry. Your maa is kind. She will understand.”
He paused for a moment before decisively saying, “Now, let’s take care of those wounds.” He ordered gently, “Remove your pallu and show me your back.”
Vidhya hesitated but then got up and complied. As she exposed her bare back, Jay’s heart ached at the sight of the scars. He fetched the first aid kit and applied ointment carefully, trying to soothe her pain even as she hissed at the sting of the cream.
“There, they should heal soon,” he said, trying to keep the mood light. He noticed her lying on the bed and handed her a packet of biscuits. “Eat these while I get you something more filling.”
After he closed the door behind him, Jay made his way to the dining area, the taste of guilt lingering on his conscience. Meanwhile, as Vidhya lay down, she nibbled on the biscuits but felt her energy draining away. She wished for this nightmare to end, but there was a strange feeling brewing in her chest—the way Jay had held her, pressed against him, his strong arms wrapping around her, made her feel protected. It scared her—how could she feel this way about someone who was supposed to be her friend?
Suddenly, she slapped herself, chastising her thoughts. “No! I’m a man, crossdressing as a bahu!” she whispered harshly to herself.
Just then, the door swung open, and Jay returned carrying a plate stacked with roti and dal. “I sneaked this from the kitchen,” he said, a grin on his face as he handed it to her.
Vidhya eagerly devoured the food, her hunger taking over. Jay watched her, sadness creeping into his heart. He should’ve thought things through before bringing her into this mess, but there was no turning back now. And as much as he tried to deny it, he found his gaze lingering on her—in moments like these, she appeared incredibly beautiful, even more so as a woman. Gods, if he could just taste those lips…
“No!” Jay berated himself internally. “She is your friend, and a man. But a very sexy one at—NO!”
Vidhya finished her meal and went to wash herself in the bathroom. When she returned, she hesitantly asked, “Should we sleep now?”
“Yeah, let’s do that,” Jay replied, feeling the weariness creep into his bones as they got into bed together.
As the darkness enveloped them, Jay felt Vidhya trembling beside him. Her whimpers filled the silence—a haunting plea for comfort as she cried, afraid of being beaten again. Clenching his teeth, he moved closer, wrapping his arm securely around her waist and turning her towards him.
“Vidhya…” he whispered gently, trying to soothe her. In that moment, she cuddled against him, her face nestled in the crook of his neck, and he couldn’t help but notice how lovely she looked without the pallu.
He gazed down at her beautiful face, illuminated by the faint glow of moonlight, and without a second thought, he leaned down and pressed a soft kiss on her forehead. “Goodnight, Jaan,” he murmured, feeling a strange warmth spread through him as he held her close.
Vidhya woke up groggily, her mind still clouded by sleep as she rubbed her eyes and tried to shake off the remnants of her dreams. It was then that she felt two strong arms wrapped protectively around her. The warmth of the embrace enveloped her, and she blinked in surprise, her heart racing as she…
Vidhya woke up groggily, her mind still clouded by sleep as she rubbed her eyes and tried to shake off the remnants of her dreams. It was then that she felt two strong arms wrapped protectively around her. The warmth of the embrace enveloped her, and she blinked in surprise, her heart racing as she fully came to consciousness. As reality set in, she turned her head slightly to see Jay cuddling her, his face pressed against her shoulder, a serene expression on his lips as he slept peacefully.
A wave of heat rushed up her cheeks. Was this a dream? Her heart pounded in her chest. Why was Jai hugging her like this? She took a brief moment to assess the situation—she was a crossdressing man turned woman and here she was, being held as if she were his wife! This shouldn’t be happening! Just as her mind spiraled in a flurry of questions, Jay murmured softly even in his slumber, reassuring her, “Don’t worry, Vidhya, everything’s fine.”
Vidhya blushed even deeper and found herself unable to resist the urge to whisper in his ear, “Jay… wake up.”
At the sound of her voice, Jay stirred and rubbed his eyes lazily, gradually letting go of her. A wave of gratitude washed over Vidhya as she felt the space re-entering between them. “Good morning!” she said sweetly, a smile creeping on her face.
Jay’s eyes met hers, and for a moment, he seemed mesmerized. His gaze wandered over her, taking in the sensual way the saree draped over her form. Suddenly, he felt a wave of heat under his skin, and a cough escaped his throat as he blushed awkwardly. “G-Good morning,” he stammered back, trying his best to look away.
Vidhya could sense the intensity of Jay’s gaze, and a sudden rush of embarrassment washed over her. “Stop staring at me like that, you pervert!” she exclaimed, punching Jay lightly on the shoulder.
“Ouch! Sorry!” He laughed sheepishly, holding up his hands in mock surrender as he walked away.
Vidhya sighed, her heart still fluttering. “When are we going to visit my Maa?” she asked, hoping to divert her thoughts from the awkwardness.
Jay, still brushing his teeth, replied, “Right now would be a good time.”
Later, Vidhya, clad in her elegant saree with the ghunghat veiling her face, meekly stood beside Jay as they approached his parents room. Jay confidently knocked on the door, and it swung open to reveal his mother, who immediately scrutinized Vidhya.
“What?! You’ve just entered this house, and you want to leave already?! The marriage isn’t even complete yet!” Jay’s mother snapped, looking at Vidhya with disdain. “How shameless! Is this really the kind of woman Jay has brought home as my bahu?”
Jay felt his blood boil. “Stop it, Maa!” he shouted, his voice rising defensively. “You need to stop berating Vidhya like that! This behavior is the exact reason why I rarely talk to you or Papa!”
At that moment, Jay’s father shot up from his seat, anger etched across his features. “Watch your tone, Jay! We raised you better than this!”
“Maybe so,” Jay shot back, “but definitely not to be a good man! You think this is how you should treat your daughter-in-law?”
His mother, flaring with indignation, declared, “Fine! You and Vidhya can do whatever you wish! After all, nobody listens to me, right?!” With that, both parents stormed out of the room in anger.
Jay turned to Vidhya, a look of regret on his face. “I’m really sorry about that,” he whispered, his voice low.
“It’s not an issue,” Vidhya replied softly, though she felt a mixture of embarrassment and sympathy.
With heavy hearts, both Jay and Vidhya left the haveli, stepping outside into the daylight as they made their way towards her house, Sagar ’s house, where perhaps a warmer welcome awaited them.
It was a sweltering afternoon in the small village where the sun beat down mercilessly, casting shimmering waves on the dusty road. Vidhya walked alongside Jay, her heart heavy. She could feel the sweat trickling down her back, dampening the delicate fabric of her saree, and the fabric of the ghunghat that veiled her face only added to her discomfort. Through the thin layer of fabric, her anxiety swirled with the heat. She shifted from foot to foot, trying to ease the perspiration that clung to her skin. “Jay, it’s so hot,” she murmured, her voice barely audible.
As they wandered through the marketplace, lost in their conversation, Vidhya suddenly bumped into someone. Startled, she stepped back, her eyes wide with embarrassment. “Oh! I’m so sorry,” she stammered, her cheeks flushing. Her gaze then lifted, only to freeze in terror.
Standing before her was a rowdy-looking man with a proud moustache that curled at the ends, broadcasting arrogance and familiarity. Vidhya’s heart raced as she realized who it was: Vinay. Memories flooded back — memories she had desperately tried to suppress. Vinay had tormented her during her childhood, calling her hurtful names and bullying her relentlessly. It was only when she had met Jay and started college that she thought she had escaped his grasp.
A smirk curled his lips as he inspected her from head to toe. Vidhya trembled slightly, feeling vulnerable under his gaze. But no, she was not Sagar anymore. She was Vidhya, a confident woman in her own right. She clung to that thought, silently praising her disguise for protecting her.
Vinay took her hand with a confidence that made her skin crawl, pressing a rough kiss upon it. “Well, well, who is this veiled damsel? Don’t you worry about a thing; it’s quite alright,” he said, a lustful glint in his eyes that made her shiver.
Rage flared in Jay’s chest as he saw Vinay’s hand on Vidhya. “Get your hands off her!” He stepped forward, pushing Vinay away from her with a force that startled everyone around them.
Vinay, taken aback but unfazed, let out a mocking laugh. “Oh look! It’s Jay! When did you come back to the village? You missed quite a show, my friend!”
“I just got back yesterday,” Jay replied, his voice low and menacing.
With a grin that sent chills down Vidhya’s spine, Vinay leaned closer, his eyes undressing her. “And who is this beauty veiled in the ghunghat? Is she for sale?” His smirk widened, fueling the malicious atmosphere thickening around them.
Vidhya’s heart raced, and she felt Jay’s anger ignite beside her. “Shut your mouth before I break it!” Jay snapped, grabbing Vinay by the collar, his voice a tense whisper that dripped with protective fury. “This is Vidhya, my wife!”
Vinay stepped back, surprised, but his laughter rang out, mocking. “Wife? Come on, Jay! Let me have just a moment with this pretty face hiding under that ghunghat.” His tone was taunting, daring Jay to act.
Vidhya felt her body shaking; fear coiled around her heart like a snake. She couldn’t bear the thought of Vinay’s eyes on her again, of his taunts creeping into her life once more. “Jay,” she whispered, her voice trembling, “please… let’s just go.”
One of Vinay’s lackeys, emboldened by Vinay’s bravado, took a step forward. “Hey, don’t be shy! She should show us her face!” he jeered, his words cutting through the air like a knife.
Vidhya whimpered, her eyes welling with tears as her voice faltered. “I… I just want to go home,” she pleaded softly, meekly pulling at Jay’s arm as though he were her only lifeline in this sea of hostility.
Jay’s grip on her tightened, his anger boiling just beneath the surface. “You’re a pathetic bunch,” he spat at Vinay and his lackeys. “Get lost, or I’ll make you regret ever laying eyes on her again!”
The tension in the air was palpable, and as Vinay’s laughter echoed mockingly around them, Vidhya squeezed her eyes shut, wishing for the ground to swallow her whole. She whispered a silent prayer, praying for the strength to weather this storm with Jay by her side.
Jay eventually grew tired of the verbal confrontation and, in a moment of frustration, threw a punch that landed squarely on Vinay’s face. Vinay staggered back, a look of shock instantaneously replaced by pain as he clutched his face. Vidhya watched in horror, her heart racing as she gulped nervously.
“Jay, we should go,” she whispered urgently, her voice barely above a murmur, feeling the tension crackle in the air around them.
He nodded, sensing her unease, and they slipped away from the chaos they had just disturbed.
After some time, they finally reached Vidhya’s home, familiar yet full of memories that flooded back to her. Vidhya, still concealed in her ghunghat, approached the front door and knocked gently. Moments later, the door creaked open to reveal an older woman with kind eyes—Vidhya’s mother, Sunanda.
“Jay!” Sunanda exclaimed, a radiant smile lighting up her face as she recognized him. “What a pleasant surprise! I didn’t expect to see you back in the village. When did you return?”
“Just yesterday, Maaji,” Jay replied nervously, his hands fidgeting in his pockets, feeling the weight of the moment.
“And where is my precious beta Sagar ?” Sunanda asked, her eyes darting around as if looking for Vidhya, who trembled slightly behind her veil.
Sunanda’s gaze faltered on Vidhya, and with curiosity and concern, she asked, “I’m sorry, dear, but I haven’t met you yet. Why do you cover your face in that ghunghat?”
Jay, feeling the pressure of the moment, stammered, “Maaji, this…uh…this is my to-be-wife…”
Sunanda’s expression shifted, and she burst into delighted laughter. “Oh, how wonderful! I didn’t know you were getting married, Jay! Congratulations!”
Jay smiled softly but nervously, “Maaji…this woman here…is Sagar .”
For a brief moment, confusion clouded Sunanda’s face. It took Vidhya’s hesitant voice, quivering with emotion, to break the tension. “Maa….” she called softly, her voice cracking, “it’s me, Sagar .”
As if on cue, Vidhya lifted her ghunghat, revealing her face fully, and Sunanda’s smile vanished, replaced by utter shock. “Sagar ?!” she gasped, her mind racing. “But… but you’re a woman now! How did this happen?”
Vidhya stood there, a flicker of embarrassment crossing her features. Jay quickly intervened, rushing to explain. “Maaji, let me explain everything. It’s a complicated situation…” Jay explained everything that led to this.
Sunanda sighed, rubbing her temples in frustration. “Complicated?” she echoed incredulously. “Jay, do you not have a better idea than this? Forcing her to crossdress and pretend to be your girlfriend—and now your wife just to fool your parents so they give you permission to study abroad? Why?”
Jay scratched the back of his head sheepishly, a hint of a grin breaking through despite the gravity of the situation.
Looking at Vidhya, Sunanda softened a little but still queried, “And you, dear—are you really okay? This name… Vidhya… it feels so foreign on my tongue. What has happened to my Sagar ?”
Vidhya looked down, feeling the weight of her mother’s concern. “I’m okay, Maa,” she said meekly, relief washing over her now that she was finally out of the ghunghat, even if just for a moment.
Sunanda let out a long, exasperated sigh. “Unbelievable,” she murmured, shaking her head slightly. “Are you both here for a visit, or is there something more? I’m still trying to comprehend this.”
“I want to spend the week with you, Maa,” Vidhya replied, her voice steadying as she grasped Jay’s hand.
Despite her initial hesitations, Sunanda’s heart softened. “Alright, then,” she said, trying to regroup. “Of course, you can stay. And Jay, you can wear your father’s old clothes while you’re here.”
Jay nodded appreciatively, comforted by the warmth of Vidhya’s family, though still acutely aware of the challenges their situation presented.
That night, at the cozy home she shared with her mother, Vidhya stepped out onto the balcony, feeling the cool evening breeze wrap around her like a comforting embrace. The vibrant red nighty she wore clung to her curves, a reminder of the femininity she cherished. Even with her makeup slightly smudged from the day, Vidhya felt beautiful, though her heart was heavy with uncertainty.
Sunanda, her mother, spotted her from the living room. With a gentle touch, she approached the balcony, curiosity etched on her face. “Vidhya, my dear, what’s on your mind?” she asked softly, taking a seat next to her daughter.
Looking out into the darkening sky, Vidhya sighed, her voice barely above a whisper. “I don’t understand anything anymore, Maa,” she admitted, her gaze fixed on the distant stars.
Sunanda furrowed her brow, searching her daughter’s expression. “What do you mean? Talk to me, sweetheart.”
Vidhya turned to face her mother, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. “Yesterday… when Jay’s mother was berating me, calling me names in the name of discipline… it was Jay who stood up for me. He shielded me, and I was crying all night, but he held me, so protectively.”
As she spoke, the memories flooded back to her. “I feel so… so… content, Maa.” Vidhya’s voice trembled as she continued, “He makes me feel loved in a way I never thought I could experience. And I know, deep inside, that I am a crossdressing man. I shouldn’t feel this way. I can’t fall in love with another man… but I want to become a woman, your daughter in every sense of the word. I want to be Jay’s real wife.”
Sunanda’s eyes widened, absorbing her daughter’s words. Vidhya wiped away a tear that had slipped down her cheek, her heart racing as she spoke. “I want to cook for him, to be his support, his partner in life. I want him to love me, to talk to me like a husband does… And possibly, one day, to bear his children.”
Overwhelmed, Vidhya covered her face with her palms, letting the tears flow freely. “I don’t know if this is what I should want, though…”
“Vidhya,” Sunanda said gently, placing a comforting hand on her daughter’s back. “Is this truly what you want? It’s important to be sure, my love.”
Vidhya’s voice quaked, fearful of her mother’s judgment. “I… I think so. But what if it’s wrong?”
Sunanda quickly shook her head. “Oh no, my darling. It’s not wrong to seek happiness and live as your true self. If you truly desire this, I will support you.” She wrapped her arms around Vidhya, pulling her close. “Shh, you have nothing to fear.”
Feeling the warmth of her mother’s embrace, filled with love and understanding, Vidhya took a shuddering breath. “You really think so, Maa? You’d support me?”
“Always,” Sunanda said, her smile brightening the darkness. “And in fact, I have a plan. If you want to become a woman, there is a way.”
Vidhya lifted her head, hope sparking in her eyes. “Really? What do you mean?”
Sunanda’s expression turned serious but remained warm. “You know, I used to be a nurse. I have connections. I know a doctor who specializes in gender affirmation procedures. He can help you—do the necessary surgeries and hormone treatments to help make your transition possible.”
Vidhya’s eyes widened in disbelief. “You really mean it, Maa? You’d help me?”
With an infectious grin, Sunanda nodded emphatically. “Yes! Prepare yourself for tomorrow, because after our visit to the hospital, I am going to teach you everything there is to being a proper housewife and woman. We’ll take this journey together.”
