jasveer

Part 8 Special Thanks to Rohit

After returning to Delhi, Jasveer decided to change his PG room for a fresh start. He and Rohit continued their studies and resumed their routine of going to college together. Their bond had grown even stronger, rooted in the harrowing experience they had shared.

One Saturday, Sunita informed Rohit that she needed to visit their village for some work and would be away until Monday. Rohit saw this as an opportunity to invite Jasveer to stay over for the weekend.

That evening, as the two friends settled in, Rohit suggested, "Since Mom isn't here, how about we go out to eat at a restaurant?"

Jasveer smiled and said, "I have a better idea. Since I cook more delicious food than any restaurant, why don't you bring these ingredients, and I'll make us a wonderful dinner?" He handed Rohit a list of items.

Rohit agreed and took that list. Rohit looked at the list and realised he would have to go to the main market, which was quite far from their society. Undeterred, he hopped on his bicycle and set off, eager to bring back the ingredients.

As soon as Rohit left, Jasveer felt a mix of excitement and nervousness. He entered the room where Sunita had stored Jiya's clothes and jewellery, closing the door behind him with his heart pounding in his chest.

First, he carefully shaved off his small beard, then opened up the turban and braided his long hair. Then he slipped into a pair of delicate panties, feeling the familiar yet foreign sensation against his skin. Next, he picked up a bra and wore it comfortably as he had a lot of practice. Adjusting the straps, as the fat around his chest fit perfectly into the cups. He felt a wave of anticipation wash over him.

Jasveer then dressed in a blouse and petticoat before finding the red wedding saree he had worn before. He draped it carefully around himself, making sure everything looked perfect. He tucked in the pleats, ensuring they were perfectly aligned, and draped the pallu over his shoulder. Feeling the saree against his skin, he already began to feel feminine, a reminder of the identity he had adopted and lived for a month.

He adorned himself with matching jewellery: bangles, earrings, a necklace, and a maang tikka. The clinking of the bangles as he moved brought back memories, and he felt a strange sense of comfort. He applied light makeup, adding a touch of kajal to his eyes and a bindi on his forehead.

Jasveer looked at herself in the mirror, he saw Jiya looking back, absolutely stunning as a bride. Taking a deep breath, she was ready to present herself to Rohit as the surprise of his life.

When Rohit returned, he called out, "Jasveer, I'm back! Where are you?"

Jasveer stepped out from the room, his heart racing. the sound of her bangles and anklets echoing in the silent room.

As Rohit's eyes landed on Jasveer, they widened in shock. He saw Jiya standing before him, looking stunning in the red wedding saree. He stood frozen, the bags slipping from his hands. "Jasveer... I mean, Jiya, what a pleasant surprise, you look amazing." Rohit managed to say, his voice filled with admiration.

Jasveer smiled, a hint of shyness in his eyes. "Do you like it?"

Rohit approached Jasveer slowly, unable to tear his gaze away. "You look more than just beautiful. You look... like a goddess."

Jasveer blushed at the compliment. "Thank you," he murmured softly.

Rohit continued to scan Jasveer from head to toe, his eyes lingering on the elegant saree. "Why the sudden transformation into Jiya?" he asked, curiosity and desire evident in his voice.

Jasveer, now fully embodying Jiya, smiled warmly. "I wanted to do something special for you," she said gently.

Unable to contain his emotions, Rohit pulled Jasveer into a tight embrace. Their lips met in a tender kiss, Rohit's hands gently running down the silk of the saree. Jasveer responded eagerly, his initial hesitation melting away as the kiss deepened. Their tongues met, exploring each other's mouths with a mix of curiosity and desire. Jasveer's heart raced, but he felt a sense of peace and acceptance.