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Part 6
## 💘 Chapter 6: *Aarav’s Growing Interest – The Accidental Touch & Emotional Confusion*
**Timeframe:** One week after Maya starts college. Padma aunty organizes a casual meet-up between Maya and Aarav under the pretense of a family visit. Aarav believes Maya is the real daughter of Padma and a potential match his parents are interested in.
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### 🏡 The Setup – Aunty's Living Room
Maya wore a soft peach churidar with a high neckline, minimal makeup, and neatly tied hair. Her **prosthetic breasts** felt heavier than usual with the subtle *lactation flow stimulants*, adding that natural roundness and tenderness. Her skin-tight panty hugged the **prosthetic vagina**, making her walk feel instinctively feminine.
She adjusted her dupatta nervously. “What if he knows?”
Padma gently cupped her cheek. “He won’t. You’re Maya now. Just… be yourself.”
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### 🚗 Aarav Arrives
Tall, broad-shouldered, with kind eyes and a gentle smile—**Aarav** entered with a casual grace.
“Hi, Maya.”
His voice had depth, but warmth. She looked up, briefly locking eyes.
> Her heart skipped. Not fear. Something else. Attraction?
They sat on opposite sofas, exchanging awkward smiles. He didn’t stare like other boys. He **listened**.
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### ☕ The Accidental Touch
Padma left to make tea, leaving them alone.
Aarav reached for a photo frame that slipped from the table.
Maya bent down at the same time to catch it.
Their fingers brushed.
> Time stopped.
A warm pulse shot up her arm. Aarav blinked, pulling back slightly, clearly flustered.
“S-Sorry,” he murmured.
But Maya was frozen. It wasn’t the touch—it was her *reaction to it*.
> Her heart thudded. Her cheeks warmed. And worst of all… she **didn’t want it to end.**
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### 🧠 Conflicted Mind
Back in the hostel that night, Maya stared at the ceiling fan, unable to sleep.
“How can I feel this way?”
She touched her chest, the gentle *milk weight* adding a feminine fullness to her body. Her thighs felt sensitive. Her artificial **period** had just ended. Her body *reacted* like a girl’s.
But was it just the simulation?
> “Or am I… actually falling for Aarav?”
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### 💔 Diary Entry
> **Dear Diary,**
> Today, Aarav looked into my eyes like I was the only one in the room.
> He touched my hand, and I didn’t feel wrong. I didn’t remember Varun.
>
> I don’t know if this is a lie… or the truth I was running from.
> But… if this is what it feels like to be loved as a girl…
>
> I’m scared I might never want to go back.
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Ready for what comes next?
👉 **Chapter 7: Girls Hostel Bonding – Saree Night, Waxing, and a Shocking Secret Spills**
Part 7
Great choice! Let’s explore the vibrant and vulnerable side of Maya’s life—**girls’ hostel bonding**, full of laughter, unexpected sisterhood, and a chilling close call that almost exposes her truth.
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## 👭 Chapter 7: *Girls Hostel Bonding – Makeup Night, Saree Challenge, Waxing & a Secret Close Call*
**Setting:** The girls’ hostel common room, Friday night. No lectures tomorrow. Mood: chaos, comfort, and… *challenges.*
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### 🛏️ Hostel Vibe – Sleepover Energy
Revathi barges into the room with a loud clap.
“Okay ladies, tonight we chill! Saree challenge, makeup contest, and waxing time!”
Maya sat frozen, unsure. Her prosthetics were **flawless**, her fake skin tight and sensitive—but still, the fear of being *found out* never left her.
“Come on, Maya!” Revathi dragged her to the center.
> “You’re one of us now.”
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### 💋 Makeup Night
Each girl had to do another’s makeup blindfolded.
Maya paired with Diya, who accidentally poked her nose with eyeliner.
“Oops! Sorry babe, your skin is sooo soft. You’re like a baby!”
Maya laughed nervously. She was wearing a **high-quality skin-blend facial prosthetic**, bonded to her jawline and temples. Seamless. Diya didn’t notice a thing.
The girls squealed with laughter as Maya gave Revathi bright red lipstick that made her look like a vampire.
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### 🧵 Saree Challenge
Revathi handed Maya a deep maroon silk saree.
“You’ve got five minutes to drape it and walk the ramp!”
Maya panicked. Sarees were unfamiliar terrain.
She locked herself in the washroom, quickly undressed, the **menstrual simulator pad** pressing gently against her pelvic area. The weight of the **prosthetic breasts** moved naturally as she bent.
Using a YouTube video she once watched, she wrapped the saree awkwardly.
> The result? Imperfect… but *gorgeously human*.
When she stepped out, the girls *whistled*.
“OMG Maya! You’ve got that old-school heroine vibe!”
A little voice inside her whispered:
> “You’re not pretending anymore.”
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### ✨ Waxing Dare – Unexpected Pain
Then came the shocker.
“Waxing challenge!” Revathi held up a Veet strip.
“Nooo!” girls screamed, laughing.
Maya froze. Her body hair had been removed with laser by Dr. Shanthi during her transformation… except for one spot.
“Let’s do hands!” someone said.
Revathi walked over, playfully pressing a strip on Maya’s forearm.
> *RIPPPP.*
Maya flinched, but stayed quiet. Revathi laughed.
“Girl, your skin is smoother than a baby dolphin.”
No one suspected.
But inside, Maya’s heart raced. Too close. **Too damn close.**
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### 🕯️ The Secret Close Call
That night, everyone was asleep. Maya got up to change her **menstrual pad** insert.
She tiptoed to the common washroom, careful and quiet.
Suddenly—
**“Maya?”**
Revathi’s sleepy voice echoed behind her.
Maya froze.
She hadn’t locked the door. She was halfway through lifting her nightie.
> If Revathi had come 5 seconds earlier…
She turned. “Yeah? I just had stomach cramps. Couldn’t sleep.”
Revathi walked away yawning. “Periods suck. Want hot water?”
“…Yes,” Maya said, breath caught in her chest.
When Revathi was gone, Maya collapsed against the wall, tears brimming.
> “This life… is beautiful. But it’s borrowed. And it could be taken away in a second.”
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Ready for what happens next?
👉 **Chapter 8: Aarav Texts First – A College Date, a Bike Ride, and a Moment of Intimacy**
Part 8
Perfect. This is a turning point—not just for Aarav’s feelings, but for *Maya’s inner conflict*. Let's explore how love, attraction, and truth become harder to separate.
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## ❤️ Chapter 8: *Aarav’s Growing Feelings – A Text, A Date, A Ride, and a Moment That Lingers*
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### 📱 *It started with a ping…*
Maya was on her bed, legs tucked under her, applying lotion after her bath. The soft scent of jasmine filled the air as she adjusted her **prosthetic breasts**, which now lactated mildly thanks to the hormonal gel pads she was applying regularly. Her body *felt* like a woman’s. Soft. Sensitive. Whole.
**Phone vibrates. Aarav.**
> “Hey Maya… free tomorrow?”
Her fingers hovered over the screen. Her heart? Racing.
**“Yeah, why?”**
> “Can I steal you for a day out? Just us. Nothing fancy.”
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### 🎡 *The College Date – Simple, Yet Sweet*
They met at a campus café. Maya wore a denim long skirt, soft pink top, hair in a low ponytail, earrings light but sparkly.
Aarav looked… nervous. But when he saw her, he relaxed.
“You look… peaceful today.”
She smiled. “That’s a first. Usually I look stressed.”
He chuckled. “Well, you’re glowing.”
She blushed.
> *The prosthetic skin even flushed with warmth. But the glow? That came from her heart.*
They walked around campus, talked about childhoods, their favorite foods, random college memories. She forgot she was undercover. With him, she just *was*.
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### 🛵 *The Bike Ride – Arms Around Him*
It was evening. The breeze had a chill.
“I’ll drop you,” Aarav said. “Hop on.”
She hesitated. Her padded panty and prosthetic vagina were extremely realistic, but sitting close behind him, arms around his waist—it would feel *too* real. Too intimate.
But she nodded. Climbed on. Her hands wrapped around him.
The engine rumbled. Her heart *thudded louder*.
> With every turn, every bump, her chest pressed against his back.
> And Aarav… leaned into her touch.
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### 🌇 *The Moment of Intimacy*
They stopped by a small lake on the way. Sunset reflected in the water.
Aarav removed his helmet, turned to her, silent for a while.
Then softly, “Maya… You feel different. Special. Not like anyone I’ve known.”
She swallowed hard. Her lips parted.
“I’m not who you think I am…” she wanted to say. But instead…
He gently took her hand.
“I don’t want to rush anything. But I’d like to know you more. As you. If you’d let me.”
Her fingers trembled in his.
She nodded.
> *Not because she was pretending anymore…*
> *But because, for the first time in her life… someone saw Maya—not Varun pretending.*
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### 📔 Later that Night…
Back in the hostel, Maya stood in front of the mirror.
Removed her bra, letting the *lactating prosthetic breasts* breathe. The heaviness was real. Her fake **menstrual patch** was starting up again, making her lower belly ache. The pads were changed, hormone levels adjusted.
But the ache in her chest?
That wasn’t fake.
She whispered to her reflection:
> “I think I’m falling for him… And I don’t know if Maya’s the mask… or the real me.”
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Ready to continue?
👉 **Chapter 9: Period Simulation Malfunction – In Class, Realistic Pain, and Aarav Helps Her Home**
Part 9
Beautifully intense choice. This chapter dives deep into **Maya's struggle between identity and physical discomfort**, and **Aarav’s gentle care** that blurs the line between act and emotion.
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## 🌺 Chapter 9: *Period Simulation Malfunction – Stuck in Class, Painful Realism, and Aarav Helps Her Home*
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### 📚 Classroom Tension
It was just another lecture.
Maya sat in the **second row of her medical class**, trying her best to focus. The topic was uterine disorders—ironically relevant.
Her body was prepped that morning with a fresh **menstrual simulator insert**, which used gentle thermal and pressure pulses to mimic real cramps. A slow-release gel inside triggered a mild period-like flow through the prosthetic vagina. Everything had worked perfectly the past few weeks.
But something was wrong today.
> A sharp, twisting *jolt* hit her lower abdomen.
Her hand instinctively flew to her stomach. Sweat beaded on her forehead.
The cramps were too strong. The *prosthetic pad's heating unit had malfunctioned*, and now it was simulating *heavy menstrual pain* at triple intensity.
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### 🩸 Overwhelmed
The lecture continued. But for Maya…
Each second dragged.
Her **prosthetic breasts** were already sore due to the lactation pads. Now the bloating, the heat, and the painful downward pressure in her lower body felt overwhelming.
She shifted in her seat, crossing her legs tightly, hoping no one noticed the discomfort.
Suddenly—she *leaked*.
Not real blood, but the special liquid designed to mimic discharge during the menstrual cycle. The flow was too fast for the pad to absorb.
Panic hit.
Maya raised her hand shakily. “Ma’am… stomach pain. Can I leave?”
The professor looked concerned. “Someone take her.”
**Aarav stood instantly.**
“I’ll go.”
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### 🛵 A Ride of Care
He supported her out of class. One hand lightly on her back. He didn’t question her. Just helped her onto his bike.
As she sat behind him—weak, curled in pain, feeling the squish of the pad and the pressure of the cramps—something in her cracked.
“Hold tight,” he said gently.
She did. Desperately. Her face pressed against his back.
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### 🏠 Girls Hostel, Just Outside
He parked in front. “I’ll call your friend—”
“No…” she gasped. “Come with me. Please.”
The common room was empty. Most girls were in class.
Maya stumbled to her room with Aarav beside her. As soon as the door shut—she collapsed onto her bed.
“I… it’s my… that time of the month,” she whispered, eyes wet.
He didn’t flinch.
Just nodded. “Can I help? Hot water bag? Chocolate? Pain spray?”
She looked at him, tears slipping. “You’re not weirded out?”
Aarav smiled softly.
“Maya, you’re human. Stronger than most I know.”
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### 🧼 After He Left…
She rushed to the washroom. Peeled off the sticky pad. Cleaned up the mess. Her lower body was still throbbing. She changed the insert, re-applied the hormone balm, and wore loose clothes.
Standing in front of the mirror, her prosthetic vagina red from the thermal simulation, she whispered:
> “Even this pain… feels real. And I chose this. Why does it feel like this is *who I am now*?”
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**The line between disguise and identity… was fading.**
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### Coming Up Next:
💘 **Chapter 10: The Almost-Kiss – A Rainy Evening, Silent Confession, and Maya’s Fear of Being Loved**
Part 10
Beautiful. Let’s step into a stormy night filled with unspoken feelings, blurred boundaries, and a heartbeat that doesn’t know if it belongs to **Maya or Varun**.
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## 💔 Chapter 10: *A Confession Almost Slips – Rainy Evening, Silent Confession, and Maya’s Fear of Being Loved*
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### 🌧️ The Rain That Brought Them Closer
The rain poured like emotions too long held back.
Maya had finished late lab duty, and as she waited near the gate, water soaking through her kurti, **Aarav’s voice called out** through the mist.
> “You’ll catch a fever. Get in.”
His car was warm. So was his silence. He didn’t turn on the radio. He just… glanced at her, often, stealing glances that said more than his lips ever did.
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### ☕ Inside the Café – Just Them
They stopped at a small tea stall on the way. It was quiet, dim, and away from the hostel’s view.
As they sat, sharing a steaming chai, their fingers accidentally brushed.
> “You’ve changed me, Maya,” Aarav whispered.
Her heart stuttered.
“W-What do you mean?”
He chuckled. “You made me believe in… softness again. In warmth. Even in this fake NRI bride search… I didn’t expect someone *real*.”
Maya bit her lip.
Her voice cracked, “Aarav… there’s something you don’t know. I’m not—”
> “You’re perfect,” he interrupted. “I don’t care about background, or what others say. I just want to know if this…”
>
> He reached across the table and held her hand.
>
> “…is real.”
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### 💔 Maya’s Breath Catches
She wanted to scream *I’m not the girl you think I am*.
She wanted to pull away.
But her heart, her prosthetic-filled body, her scented skin and carefully curated womanhood—**all whispered "Maya" louder than "Varun."**
> His hand moved to her cheek.
> The moment froze.
> His face inched closer.
*Maya’s eyes fluttered shut…*
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### 💥 Panic Strikes
Just a breath away from her lips, Maya jerked back.
“No!”
Aarav froze. “I’m sorry—did I misread—?”
She shook her head. “It’s not you. It’s… me. I’m… scared.”
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### 🫥 The Silent Ride Back
No more words. Just the low hum of the wipers and stolen glances filled with confusion, hurt, and something else—
**Longing.**
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### 🌙 That Night in the Hostel
Maya looked at herself in the mirror. Her **prosthetic breasts leaked a few drops of milk**—the simulation still active. Her **prosthetic vagina’s heating element pulsed**, reminding her of a period she’d never biologically experience.
But emotionally?
She felt **every bit of it**.
“I almost kissed him,” she whispered.
“And part of me… wanted it.”
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Would you like to continue to:
❤️ **Chapter 11: The First Time Maya Dreams of a Wedding – in Her Own Saree, Not as a Pretend Bride**
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