Even while driving thoughts of his Kavita words lingered in his mind. She poised h question that he was dreading to face
"Why did I agree to marry Govardhan, I never knew the couple. If I had rejected them they would have found some other person for the job and I would have continued working as postmaster", He tried avoiding answering this question just like he avoided them as a highschool kid.
He didn't know how to dance or even act girly but when he was offered a female role in school play the only word that came out of his mouth was 'Yes'.
Despite his parents disagreement he practiced dancing, and wearing ghunghroo made him happy .He felt alive when people cheered for him during the dance like he actually existed for those 5 minutes. Atleast until his parents reached back his home still dressed in the dress and made
The slaps from his mother and the belt scar that he received from his father , made him bury himself deep inside the beard and muscles. He thought if he pretended like a man maybe he would finally feel like a man.
And it almost worked until that fateful night, the night where Goddess lakshi heard his silent prayers and provided him a way to live as his true self, as Soumya.
Shyam drove for 45 minutes to reach a place where nobody knew him as queen Soumyavati. It was a 3 star hotel, and inside it was a well decorated restaurant, it wasn't grand but provided a safe space where could meet the love of his life.
He parked his car and started walking towards the table hoping that he arrived before priya. But as he reached the table, it already had a woman sitting there.
"You are late", priya said, wearing a simple anarkali dress with a little touch of makeup, Shyam has worn one of these as tryouts but always preferred sarees but priya made the dress look the most beautiful thing he had laid his eyes upon.
"How long have you been sitting here", his heart still beating fast.
"May 15 minutes but why are you dressed like this" Priya pointed at his shirt.
"I wanted to meet you as the person you are engaged to, not as Soumya"
"Well your disguise isnt really working then"
"What are you saying, I have removed all makeup, I even bound my chest as tight as I could"
"A woman without makeup is still a woman, wait let me show you", Priya called the waiter and started ordering food, " that's it for me"
"And for you ma'am?" , the waiter looked at shyam's eyes, a notepad on his hands and a smile on his face.
Shyam knew that smile most men pass that smile when they see a beautiful woman. Just like he gave Priya.
"Whatever she ordered", Shyam said emberrased by the fact that his effort to disguise as man didnt payoff and he ended up looking like a woman wearing mens clothes.
"Thank you, ma'am. have a nice evening", waiter gave both of them a rose courtesy of the restraunt.
Shyam looked at priya, she had an 'See, I told you' look on her face.
After having dinner and complimentary drinks offered by that said waiter.
Shyam got up to pay the bill, with the receipt he was handed a note. It read
"I know it's kinda forward but how about a dinner sometimes ❤️"
Priya chuckled a bit, "looks like a date proposal, what you think".
Shyam flustered and ripped the note in front of waiter breaking the poor man's heart.
"Wtf is wrong with people"
"I mean who could blame him, you look smoking hot in even in these clothes".
"I am sorry priya, I tried my best"
"Don't apologise, I am not sure why but I like this side of you. I fell in love with your soul not the body so whatever you wear you will still be bombshell for me" priya winked and planted a soft kiss on shyam's lips.
They found an empty elevator that goes to their room's floor.
Shyam knew he had to initiate the first move so he moved to the right side leaning on to kiss priya.
But priya moved faster than him almost launching herself at him. Her lips touched his and her toungue started exploring his mouth.Shyam couldnt do anything but accept the love he is receiving he relexed and allowed priya to explore his mouth. The taste of priya's lipstick and the smell of her perfume were out of this world intoxicating him.
The soft ring of elavator broke their concentrion , people started filling in the lift one by one.
Shyam looked at his pants, his erect manhood trying to break through his pants. He was relived for the fact that he was not going to need the pills that Sumitra gave to him inorder to complete the duty of being man.
They finally reached their floor, priya still smiling pulled shyam from elavator.
"I have to take the charge or I will never be able to see myself as a man"
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Weight of Motherhood
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