My Transformation To My Mother

Backfired plan

Neelam had been closely observing the evolving dynamics between Kavita and Bhim, her watchful eyes often interrupting their moments of intimacy with calls for help or other excuses. Kavita noticed this pattern and felt increasingly frustrated by Neelam's interference. The tension between them grew until one day, it finally reached a breaking point.

Neelam approached Kavita with a concerned look. "Kavi, are you okay?" she asked gently, her voice laced with worry.

Kavita, her patience wearing thin, responded, "Yes, Neelam, more than ever."

Neelam hesitated before continuing, "You need to stop. You are not the real Kavita. Your relationship with Bhim is not right.call me bua.

Kavita's eyes flashed with irritation. She straightened her posture and replied firmly, "Don't you have any manners, Neelam? Don't interrupt me next time during romance.

Neelam was taken aback by Kavita's assertiveness. "But, Kavi—" she began, but Kavita cut her off.

"And one more thing," Kavita continued, her voice steady and authoritative, "call me bhabhi from now on. Or I will send you back to your home."

Neelam looked at Kavita, stunned by her resolve. She realized that Kavi, embodying Kavita, was fiercely protective of her newfound relationship with Bhim. Despite the moral and ethical complexities of the situation, Kavi was committed to maintaining the illusion for the sake of her father's well-being.

Seeing the determination in Kavita's eyes, Neelam nodded slowly, understanding that her interference was no longer welcome. "Alright, bhabhi," she said quietly, her tone respectful and subdued.

Kavita nodded in acknowledgment, a small sense of victory settling within her. She knew that navigating this delicate balance required unwavering commitment and resilience. As she turned to leave, she felt a renewed sense of purpose, ready to face the challenges ahead with Bhim by her side.

From that day forward, Neelam refrained from interfering in Kavita and Bhim's relationship, recognizing the boundaries that had been set. Kavita continued to navigate the complexities of her dual role, finding solace in the love and support Bhim provided. Despite the intricate web of deception, their bond grew stronger, guided by a shared commitment to their unconventional journey and the hope for a brighter future.
Neelam, determined to expose the truth, devised a plan. On the anniversary of her brother Bhim and Kavita, she took charge of the decorations, filling Bhim's room with flowers to create a romantic ambiance. She approached Bhim with a warm smile, encouraging him to celebrate the special night with Kavita.

"Bhaiya, tonight is your anniversary," Neelam said, handing Bhim a glass of milk. "Enjoy the night with Kavita."

Bhim, unaware of Neelam's ulterior motives, accepted the glass with a grateful nod, feeling touched by his sister's thoughtfulness. Neelam then turned to Kavita, her smile masking her true intentions.

"Bhabhi, take this milk to Bhim," Neelam instructed, her voice dripping with false sweetness. "Enjoy the night."

As Kavita took the glass, Neelam's expression shifted, and she whispered harshly, "You bitch, let's see how you survive tonight without a female vagina. As you are a boy, today you're going to be exposed."

Kavita's heart raced with fear and anxiety, but she knew she had no choice but to play along. Summoning all her courage, she walked into the decorated room where Bhim awaited her. The flickering candlelight cast a warm glow around the room, and the scent of fresh flowers filled the air.

Bhim looked up as Kavita entered, his eyes softening with love and affection. "Kavita, you look beautiful," he murmured, reaching out to take her hand.

Kavita forced a smile, trying to hide her fear. "Thank you, Bhim," she replied softly, handing him the glass of milk.