The Sleeper Bus: A Diwali Journey chapter 1

It's been six months now that we are living together. Sumi teaches me all her cooking skills. I can prepare everything from aloo paratha to ghee podi masala dosa for breakfast, as well as all the vegetables, roti, rice, and rasam for lunch and dinner.
Sam asked me to go for a makeup artist course and learn makeup, so I have learned how to do makeup now. Every week I have to go to a spa and remove my body hair. One day, I took a bold step and got laser treatment on my leg hair. I was very nervous about it, but when I showed this in a video call to my wife, she actually liked it and asked me to do my hands too. I am in seventh heaven.
Life is being good. We still fuck nine or ten times a week, yet I am living in a separate room. We have usually now settled into our sex drive. We don't need flirting words; we do sex while working on a client project, or discussing politics, or having a puppy or not in home.
It was Sunday afternoon. We were in Sam's room. He was lying on his bed, and I was mounted on his cock. Sam asked, "What will you prepare for dinner?" I told him we have chicken and I will prepare some prawn biryani. He said, "Okay, make salad and curd rice too." "Yes," I replied. He suddenly changed the topic and said, "Aditi, let's get married."
I looked at Sam. I stopped and stared at him, still mounted on his cock. He placed his hands on my ass and started pushing his cock deep inside me.
"Sam, we already discussed this so many times. I am a father of a two-month-old daughter now. You are also going for IVF this year. The boat has already sailed now; we can't give our wife divorce."
Sam said, "Yes, I am not asking to give them a divorce; I am just saying we will get married."
We changed position. I am now lying, and he guided his cock in my ass and held my thighs.
Sam said, "We'll arrange some photoshoot and do wedding-style photos. Like people used to do a pre-wedding shoot, we'll do a wedding shoot. That way, I don't have a guilt of cheating my wife, as you're my wife too."
I said, "Okay, it's just a photoshoot only. I am confident enough I look like a passable woman."
I said, "Okay, Sam, is that what you want? I know a good makeup artist I met in my makeup artist course. We will contact her."

📸 Planning the Photoshoots
We went to her office the next week. Her name is Nivedita. She was born and raised in Pune; however, after marriage, she came and settled here in Bangalore.
"So guys, what's in your mind?" Nivedita asked.
Sam told her, "We want a haldi ceremony photoshoot, one photoshoot as a Maharashtrian wedding, and one as a Sikh family-themed photoshoot."
I added, "And one as a South Indian, Bangalore-style look also."
"Okk, I got it," Nivedita said. "See, for the haldi and Maharashtrian wedding photoshoots, we can do this at home. For the Sikh family wedding, we have to go to Film City; there we have a Gurudwara set where we can do the photoshoot. And for the Bangalore style, we can go to the ISKCON temple. Is that fine for you?"
We liked the idea of not only indoor but also outdoor shoots. We signed the contract and gave her a signing amount of 25,000. She informed us that she would start planning the event and get permission from Film City and the ISKCON temple for the shoot, and we could start the shoot next week.
Nivedita added, "Please guys, submit your Aadhaar card and photo for the photoshoot request."
"Ohh," I said. "I don't have an Aadhaar card in Aditi's name," I whispered in Sam's ear.
He replied in a low voice, "We will figure it out."
This is a pivotal moment in the story! Here is the revised text with grammatical corrections, maintaining the excitement and emotional weight of getting the official documentation:
💍 Making It Official
Sam made an inquiry about what we needed for the Aadhaar card document. The official said we needed a marriage certificate.
We went to the marriage office, and they said we needed our wedding invitation and two witnesses. So, we first printed the wedding invitation card, and for the date, Sam purposely used the date, six months prior, of the sleeper bus journey when we went from Bangalore to Pune for the first time. Then, we asked our two friends, whom we had recently met as a couple in a pub in Koramangala, to be our witnesses.
With this, we got the marriage certificate, and using this document, I got the official Aadhaar card in the name of "Aditi Sam Malhotra."
I can't believe I just officially married Sam now, and he is my husband. We applied for a passport, driving license, Voter ID—everything for Aditi Sam Malhotra. Aditya is now history.
We submitted the documents to Nivedita. She told us we could start the shoot tomorrow.

📸 The First Shoot: Haldi Ceremony
The next morning, Nivedita and her crew arrived at our house. We were starting with the Haldi ceremony photoshoot. I felt an incredible surge of happiness; this was more than just a photo shoot—it was our actual, unofficial wedding celebration.
Nivedita had transformed our living room into a set, draped with yellow and white fabric and adorned with marigolds. Sam looked handsome in a simple white kurta. I was given a gorgeous yellow saree. As Nivedita's makeup artist, Riya, finished my look, I looked at myself in the mirror. I truly saw Aditi Sam Malhotra—a woman about to be covered in turmeric paste by her husband.
Sam came in, and he couldn't take his eyes off me. He just held my hand and said, "You look so beautiful, my wife."
The whole process felt so real. The photographer, a young woman named Meera, guided us perfectly. We laughed as Sam pretended to smear my face with turmeric and I tried to fight back. The smell of the fresh marigolds, the yellow light everywhere, and the feeling of Sam’s hands on me—it was overwhelming. When we had to pose as if we were feeding each other sweets, Sam’s gaze was so deep and loving that I actually felt my cheeks flush.
The day flew by in a blur of excitement, camera flashes, and joy. Seeing the raw pictures on the camera screen was breathtaking. We looked like a genuinely happy, newly married couple.
As the crew packed up for the day, Nivedita smiled at us. "Tomorrow, we do the big one—the Maharashtrian wedding."
Great. Here is the description of the Maharashtrian wedding photoshoot, incorporating the traditional elements and the emotional weight of the moment:
👰 The Maharashtrian Wedding: Official Wife
The next day felt even more significant. Nivedita and her team returned, and this time, the transformation of the house was stunning. We were doing the Maharashtrian wedding ceremony, known for its vibrant colors and rich traditions.
Riya, the makeup artist, spent over two hours getting me ready. I was dressed in a traditional green and red Nauvari saree—the nine-yard drape tucked in the Maharashtrian style. My hair was pulled back into a neat bun adorned with a gajra, and Riya painstakingly applied the chandra kor (a crescent-shaped bindi) on my forehead. When I finally looked in the mirror, Aditi was gone; only a traditional Marathi bride remained.
Sam was equally striking in a cream-colored silk kurta, a vibrant pheta (turban) tied around his head, and a matching shawl draped over his shoulder.
The entire shoot was choreographed to mimic the actual ceremony. We exchanged garlands, and the photographer captured us holding the antara pat (the silk cloth separating the bride and groom) before it was dropped. When it finally fell, and our eyes met, the smile on Sam’s face was utterly genuine.
The Saptapadi (seven steps) felt the most profound. We walked around a small, symbolic fire set up by the crew. As we took those steps, mimicking the vows of a lifetime, I felt a deep, almost spiritual connection. It was just a performance for the camera, yet in my heart, I was committing myself entirely to him, just as his official wife.
When the shoot wrapped, I was emotionally exhausted but ecstatic. Sam didn't let me change out of the saree immediately. He just held me tightly and whispered, "Mrs. Aditi Sam Malhotra, you are beautiful." It was the first time he'd used the full name out loud, and it solidified everything.
This is a fantastic request, combining the two outdoor shoots into a single eventful day captures the thrilling momentum of their relationship.
Here is the combined narrative, with grammatical corrections and maintaining the contrasting themes of the two ceremonies:
🕌 From Film City to ISKCON: A Day of Dual Identity
The next morning was the most ambitious of the schedule: the outdoor shoots. We started early, driving out to Film City for the Sikh family wedding theme.
The Gurudwara set was peaceful and beautiful. For this look, I wore a heavy, embroidered lehenga in deep burgundy, and Sam was in a cream sherwani with a vibrant red turban. The emotional weight of this ceremony, known as the Anand Karaj (Blissful Union), was palpable. The photographer, Meera, focused on capturing the solemnity of the Laavan—the four spiritual rounds taken around the symbolic holy book. Even though it was a set, the atmosphere was deeply respectful. Standing beside Sam, holding his palla (a decorated cloth extension of his shawl), as we circled, felt like another true vow. We were two souls walking as one, guided by the music and the moment.
After a quick change and an energetic drive back into the city, we headed to the ISKCON temple for the Bangalore-style South Indian look. This shoot required quick, stealthy work because, as Nivedita explained, photography was heavily restricted inside.
The shift in mood was immediate: from the solemn, stately Gurudwara to the vibrant, spiritual energy of the temple. I was dressed in a simple, elegant Kanjivaram saree in a bright colour, draped in the traditional South Indian style, complete with a jasmine garland in my hair. Sam wore a white dhoti and angavastram (shawl).
We posed quickly on the outer steps and near the elaborate carvings. The feeling here wasn't about a grand ceremony, but about being a modern, spiritual couple. I linked my arm through Sam’s as we walked, our traditional attire contrasting with the rush of city life around us. The last shot was perfect: we were standing, looking up at the temple's soaring golden dome, our hands lightly brushing—a final picture of Aditi Sam Malhotra, a woman rooted in her new life in Bangalore, side-by-side with her husband.
As the sun set, Nivedita beamed at us. "That's a wrap! Four weddings in three days. You two are incredible."
Emotionally and physically drained, but buzzing with joy, Sam and I knew these photos were far more than just a shoot. They were the documented
This is a powerful and sudden turn in the story, shifting from a staged shoot to an actual ceremony. Here is the revised text with grammatical corrections and enhanced clarity, while maintaining the dramatic, emotional confusion, and ultimate acceptance of the characters:
🙏 A Secret Marriage Before God
After all the photoshoots were over, Sam took my hand, and we went inside the temple. A priest was waiting for us. He took the flowers and offerings from our hands, went inside, and returned with two flower garlands, which he gave to us. Then, he asked Sam to tie a mangalsutra on my neck. After that, he gave Sam some sindoor to fill my hair parting (mang).
I was in complete shock. What was happening here?. We came out side of mian temple I asked sam. " Sam we just wanted a wedding photoshoot, but you made me your official, legal, and spiritual wife, and now we are married with God as our witness! We didn't decide this! I am married; I already have a daughter. I can't leave my family.
Sam calmly took my hand. We sat down in a quiet area near the temple.
Aditi, I really love you," he began. "You have taken such good care of me and my house; I can't deny it. Yes, you are right, you are married, but see, your wife recently delivered a baby. She hasn't fully recovered yet to have sex with you, nor can she stay with you alone, do household chores, and handle this small baby. So, she still needs at least two to three years to stay at her parents' house. I suggest that for these two years, you will be my wife, and we will live together as a couple. After two years, we will get a divorce if you want. Please don't ask for alimony in return now."
I punched his shoulder, my confusion mixing with reluctant acceptance. He was right; my wife needed time to recover from the post-pregnancy phase; she couldn't be here. So, for the time being, I could live this life.
Feeling more relaxed now, I asked Sam to stand up. He did as I said. I bent down and touched his feet. "Sam, I am considering you my husband," I affirmed.
He smiled. "We don't call the husband by his name in Sikhism. You're a Sikh's wife now, so give respect and always say 'Suniye Ji' from now on."
I said, "Okay, 'Suniye Ji, ghar chalein abhi? Mujhe khana bhi banana hai' (Suniye Ji, shall we go home now? I need to make dinner too)."

It was the best decision I have ever made to marry Sam. I have no regrets now. I am fully dressed as a woman and roaming around the city with him. We both go to the office together, with me wearing a floral top and skirt, 7-inch high heels, and 12 bangles on each hand—it's called "joda" in Sikh tradition. Most of the teammates are newly joined and don't know that I was a boy just a few months ago. We also have a Golden Retriever dog now; we name her Mini. All the neighbors' kids used to come and play with her, and they call me "Mini's Mummy." Hehe, it sounds so good when someone calls you Mini's Mummy. Both Sam and I are enjoying the best sex of our lives, almost fucking every day. I shifted to his room, which is now our bedroom. We have decorated it with all my favorite colors and all our wedding photos. Every night he cums in my ass, and every morning I wake him up with a blow job. I have all girly clothes now; I don't have a single boy's cloth in my house. I only purchase male clothes when I used to go pune to meet my family
The Wives' Demand
Life was going good. I was in Pune at my in-laws' house, and my wife asked to go for a trip somewhere. I said, "How will you manage with the kid? She is only eight months old." She said, "She will stay with my Mumma for a few days. I haven't even been to Bangalore yet; I want to see where you live and where you work." I got confused and told her, "Let me think." That night, I called Sam and informed him of my wife Radha's demand. To my surprise, he had the same demand from his wife, Annaya. We both needed to think and give excuses to convince them not to come to Bangalore.
However, we failed to do that. We told them we already had tickets booked for two people, so we would go first, and the next day, you both could come on a train so we can enjoy weekend together we can go rameshwaram cafe we will go banglore fort and you guys spend day in Bangalore isro museum. Both our wives agreed, and we breathed a sigh of relief. The first thing we did when we reached Bangalore was to hide all our wedding photos and albums securely so no one could find them. Then, I hide all my girly outfits and replaced them with some boy's clothes. And I remember my self to tried to call him "Sam" by his name, and not as "Sunaye Ji," "Honey," or "Babe."
Finally both our wife came in Bangalore. Annaya and Radha are both are opposite to each other annaya is confident, extrovert, demanding and some what loud and strict while Radha is pretty much home grown, shy, introvert with only limited speak girl. Annaya is wearing skin tight jeans and tight top with big sun glasses her completely straight hair look like she just came from parlor. While Radha is wearing salwar kameez and sweater with her hair are neatly comb and having a flowers in it. We both went to receive them in krishna rajpura station we
The Arrival :
Finally, both our wives came to Bangalore. Annaya and Radha are both opposites of each other. Annaya is confident, extroverted, demanding, and somewhat loud and strict, while Radha is pretty much home-grown, shy, introverted, and a girl of few words. Annaya was wearing skin-tight jeans and a tight top with big sunglasses; her completely straight hair looked like she had just come from the parlor. Radha, however, was wearing a salwar kameez and a sweater, with her hair neatly combed and wearing flowers in it.
We both went to receive them at Krishnarajapuram station. We took their bags, exchanged greetings, and Sam loaded the luggage into the car. With my regular habit, I opened the door of the front seat and was going to sit, but Annaya stopped me: "Hello, Mr., this is my seat. You can sit with your wife in the back seat."
"Oh, sorry! Yes, please take the front seat," I replied.
Annaya replied, "Chill, Macha, I'm just kidding! You guys say this word, 'Macha,' here, don't you?"
"Yes," I replied.
We went home. Radha and I settled in my previous room, and Annaya and Sam settled in Sam's room. We freshened up. Meanwhile, I prepared tea and some upma for a light breakfast.
Radha was surprised. "Hey, you didn't tell me you could prepare breakfast and tea, huh?"
"Yeah," Annaya added, "why is Sam getting fat?"
We all laughed, and in that moment, I served Sam first even though both ladies were sitting closer to him.
Annaya said, "Oh, is this prepared only for Sam, huh? You're giving him first!"
"No, no, nothing like that!"
Radha just took the dishes out of my hand and said, "You sit, I will serve you all."
I was struggling with my old habits. Then Annaya said, "Where are we going?" Sam told her the plan, and we all agreed on it. We went to Nandi Hills, Adiyogi Temple, Bangalore Fort, Lal Bagh, and finally came home late at night. We had dinner outside. Hopefully, I didn't do anything silly the whole trip.
The Climax: Truth Revealed
That night, we all decided to play Truth or Dare. Annaya spun the bottle, and it stopped on Sam.
Annaya asked, "Truth or Dare?"
Sam chose Truth.
Annaya's smile didn't reach her eyes as she asked, "Who's using female products—shampoos, soaps, and all these expensive lotions?"
Sam's face was shocked. We hadn't hidden those things! Sam quickly replied, "It's for Mini, the Golden Retriever. Since she's a female, we treat her like a proper lady." Annaya didn't look satisfied with the answer, but the rules dictated she couldn't question it further. Both Sam and I felt a heavy tension in the room.
Annaya spun the bottle again, and this time, it stopped on me. Radha, in her quiet way, asked, "When and how did you learn these cooking skills?"
I told them, "From YouTube and by observing the local maid. That will only help you in the future, won't it? You won't have to worry about cooking."
The game continued. We dared Radha to dance and Annaya to do some yoga poses. Then, Annaya gave Sam a dare. "Sammy, I want you to wear a saree."
Suddenly, the words slipped out of my mouth: "Hehe, why would Sam wear a saree?"
Annaya immediately pounced. "Okay, then you will wear a saree."
I protested, "It's Sam's turn, not mine!"
Annaya just smiled. "Someone will have to wear it." Sam and I both grew deeply confused.
"S-Sam," I stammered, intending to say "Suniyye Ji" but correcting myself to "Sam."
Annaya’s eyes lit up with knowing. "'Su' or 'Sam'? What is it with you, dear? You wanted to wear a saree, huh? A Nauvari green saree, like Maharashtrian girls wear at their wedding, or some bridal lehenga from a Sikh wedding?"
Radha, surprisingly, jumped in. "No, Annaya, he wants to wear a white Kanjivaram saree with a golden border and wants to go to ISKCON Temple, right, baby?"
Oh God, they knew everything! But how? I froze there, unable to say a single word. Sam was in the same panicked situation, but he gathered his courage and asked both girls, "What's going on here? What are you guys talking about?"
Annaya’s composure finally broke as she delivered the decisive blow. "Sam, we found out your secret. You two live together as husband and wife. She is Aditi Malhotra, and you are Sam Malhotra. We know everything."
Sam still tried one last, weak effort. "Hahaha, good joke. Who told you?"
Annaya simply replied, "Do you remember Nivedita, the girl you hired for the photoshoot? Apparently, we are school mates. We follow each other on Facebook, and she posted all your photos on her account."
She paused, looking directly at both of us. "So, Mr. and Mrs. Malhotra, what do you want to say about this?"
The Negotiation and Acceptance
Sam and I narrated the story of how this all started—just with the fantasy of crossdressing—and how we ended up here. I told Radha about my intense sexual cravings and how, with her pregnancy and post-pregnancy phase, I satisfied myself. Sam told Annaya how their busy life, work stress, and responsibilities had meant they hadn't had a good sexual life for almost five years.
Radha then asked, "What do you think about your future?"
I told her, "This is just a one-year arrangement. Once our baby turns two, you, the baby, and I will shift to Pune or Hyderabad."
Annaya asked Sam, her team lead, "What about you, Sam Malhotra? Do you want to have a life with me, or what?"
Sam told her, "We know we both need each other financially. We will go for IVF treatment next year and will have a child. Maybe the responsibility for that child will click, or maybe it will get our never-started married life back on track."
Radha finally said, "I don't know. I like that you're not cheating on me with another girl, but you still have another person in your life. I have observed how you are taking this wife role and taking good care of Sam here. Okay, I will give you one year of your life to live as Aditi with him; however, after that, we will stay together. I won't allow any more hanky-panky. Your punishment is that you have to wear your crossdressing clothes only at home, and you have to take care of all the household chores for the rest of your life. You have to cook food and do all the household chores. I will take care of the baby. Is that acceptable to you?"
I sighed. "Do I have any other option? Yes, Radha. So, basically, you want me to be your wife after I end this duty. Okay, I think I can manage that now."
Annaya told Sam, "We both will figure out what to decide. I'm sure we won't get a divorce. I am happy with my life, and I can see Aditi taking very good care of you. We will figure out something."
✨ The Aditi Avatar
Radha then said, "I want to see you in your Aditi avatar. Go and change."
Sam was now relaxed and asked me to wear the Punjabi suit we purchased last week. I went inside and pulled all my stuff out. I wore a Punjabi suit with a salwar and chunni. Then I did my makeup: eyeliner, mascara, foundation, lipstick, and highlighter. I wore a nose ring, earrings, payal, the joda of 12 bangles, flat slippers, a bindi, a mangalsutra, and sindoor.
They all loved my look. Radha couldn't take her eyes off me; she was just glued there. Annaya gave me a flirting look and said, "Sam, you've got a damn hot wife! Can I take her for one day and show some discipline?"
Sam looked at me. "Baby?"
I replied, "Haanji, would you like to go to Annaya for a day? As you think best, ji." (I replied, "Yes, dear, would you like to go to Annaya for a day? As you think best, sir.")
Annaya asked me to spin and strike a pose. Both Radha and Annaya were taking pictures of me. Radha asked, "How do you work in the kitchen and on your laptop with this many bangles?"
I said, "I have to tie them with some rope when I work, otherwise their sound makes it impossible to concentrate."
Annaya said, "Thankfully, I can't work wearing this much jewelry! Thank you for saving me! If I lived with Sam, he would always ask me to wear this 'joda' every day." We all laughed.
Sam stood up and announced he was going to sleep. He shouted from his room, "Baby!"
Instead of Annaya, I instantly replied, "Haanji!"
"Take a glass of water for me," he requested.
"Haanji, abhi layi, ji!" (Yes, sir, bringing it now!)
Both Radha and Annaya had a smile on their faces. I excused myself, took a glass of water, and went to our room. Sam asked me to say goodnight to the ladies and come to sleep. I told them, "We both are sleeping. We will meet you tomorrow. Good night, ji." I went to Sam's room and shut the door. Both Radha and Annaya still had smiles on their faces.