How far would you go to help strangers?
Would you still help them, even if it caused you to lose your whole identity....?
Shyam, a 25-year-old, had recently relocated to a village for his job as a postmaster.
Govardhan, the 40-year-old village rul...
The days that followed were a blur of preparations. Sumitra, ever the graceful hostess, made sure that Shyam was pampered and treated with the utmost respect.
The king, though initially shocked by the priest's solution, had come to accept it with the same stoic resolve that he faced every other challenge in his life.
Sumitra brought in the village's best makeup artist, a woman named Sandhya, to prepare Shyam for the ritual.
The transformation was to be a complete one, leaving no doubt in the gods' minds that he was a suitable vessel for the curse
. As the two women worked on him, Shyam felt a strange mix of excitement and apprehension.
They began by applying warm wax to his legs and arms, ripping away the hair with practiced ease.
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Despite the discomfort, he couldn't help but admire the smoothness of his skin as it emerged from the sticky embrace of the wax. The process was thorough, and as the layers of hair were peeled away, he found himself feeling oddly vulnerable.
When they reached his chest, Sumitra's eyes twinkled with mischief. "You must be completely bare," she said, her voice low and playful. "The gods demand purity of body and soul."
Shyam swallowed hard, his cheeks flushing. He had never been in such an intimate situation with a woman, let alone two.
But he had given his word, and he was determined to see this through. With trembling hands, he removed his underwear, trying in vain to shield his arousal from their view.
Sumitra noticed his discomfort and winked at him. "We are to be sister wives," she said with a sultry smile. "There should be no secrets between us."
Sandhya and her assistant worked in harmony, their movements precise and efficient. When they were done, Shyam lay on the bed, his body a canvas of smooth, hairless skin. He was surprised to find that the experience had been less humiliating and more liberating than he had anticipated.
Sumitra, seemingly unfazed by his nudity, began to undress herself. Her body was slender and elegant, her skin flawless.
Shyam tried to avert his gaze, but his eyes kept straying back to her. He felt his heart race and his body react in ways that he had never experienced before.
"Come," she said, her voice a gentle command. "We will take a bubble bath together. It is part of the purification process."
Shyam slid into the steaming water, the bubbles clinging to his skin like a second layer of protection. Sumitra joined him, her own skin glowing in the candlelight.
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Despite his fears and the absurdity of the situation, he found himself feeling a strange kinship with her.
The next hour was spent in a silent dance of soap and water, their bodies moving in tandem as they washed away the last traces of their former selves.
The tension in the room was palpable, a heady mix of anticipation and doubt.
As they emerged from the tub, clean and gleaming, Shyam knew that there was no turning back.
He was now fully immersed in the world of Nandgram's ancient traditions, and the path ahead was fraught with unanswered questions and uncharted territory.
he watched Sumitra's naked form glide through the water, he knew that he would do whatever it took to help this couple conceive a child, even if it meant embracing the unthinkable.
