🌗Introspicere 🌗[Part 1- A Crossdresser ]

1. Devine beauty ✨️

The ethereal beauty in her blue saree sat in front of Sarawat with an unreadable expression.
Some times her long painted fingers tapped on the table between them in a beautiful rhythm.

Her undone hair danced in the small soothing wind.
Occasionally, her delicate fingers tucked those hair stand behind the shade of her Jumka (An ear accessory) gracefully.
Her beautiful plumpy lips was challenging Sarawat's sanity .
And her bright eyes pierced through his heart, making it beat fastly for some reason.

Sarawat looked at the  girl in front of him like he saw a ghost.
A beautiful ghost to be exact.

“Are you done with eye f*cking me ? ”

Sarawat's face reddened when he heard the accusation of that gorgeous ‘ Lady ’  and he pinched his nose in shame.

“I.... I am sorry.... I was... I was...
Hey... But are you really a boy? ”

The other person  nodded their head like a doll and let out a ‘hum’ in response.

“Hum”

“R-Really? ”

“Yeah ”

“You aren't kidding? ”

“no I am not... ”

Upon hearing that statement several times and making sure he didn't misunderstood anything,
Sarawat detailedly observed his future wife once again.

‘ long shiny hair ✅️ok

Delicate skin ✅️ok

Cute button nose ✅️ok

Plumpy lips ✅️ok

Beautiful bunny teeth ✅️ok

Soft yet a manly voice ✅️ok

P-Perfect C-Curves ✅️ok

Long - beautiful fingers ✅️ok

S*xy neck ✅️ok

And last.... But not the least....
Big boo— ahm.... Chest ✅️✅️double ok
HOW THE HELL HE IS A BOY ’

Sarawat's thoughts got broken when he received a wonderful smack on his head with the news paper on the table.

“Why did you do that? ”

He asked that to the culprit aka his future wife while pouting.
But the other's next question made him speechless.

“Where were you looking at Mr?
You... You was staring at my chest aren't you?.... I can't imagine what kind of thought gone through your perverted brain haaa.... ”

After hearing that statement, again a red mess appeared on Wat's handsome face and he asked again for a confirmation.

“So You are really a boy? ”

That's it...
The last string of the other person got broken.

“Yes.  I am 916 pure boy.
My actual name is ‘Tine’. But my Granny changed my name in to ‘ Teena ’ .
And if you didn't agreed to marry me,
Tomorrow another Monkey will sit on your place and that old lady will fix my marriage with him.
In that case...
I need to wear another saree and make up tomorrow...
I also need to explain this same thing to him again...
He will also look at me like you did earlier.... and I certainly don't want that...
From your earlier expression in front of your car, I assume you also don't want this marriage to happen.... ”