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...
"Oh my God, it's coming!" Soumya exclaimed, her voice trembling as she gazed at Sumitra lying on the hospital bed, legs raised.
"I'm giving birth, and you're freaking out!" Sumitra joked, gritting her teeth as she pushed hard.
"Okay, okay, I won't freak out!" Soumya promised, trying to compose herself.
As the doctors encouraged Govardhan to support Sumitra during delivery, traditional values held him back. Soumya stepped in, volunteering to be Sumitra's rock.
But as she witnessed Sumitra's vagina stretching to accommodate the baby, Soumya's composure crumbled. "I know, didi, but your... um... vagina looks like a carpet right now!"
Sumitra shot back, "Can you please not freak me out too?!"
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"I am, hold me tighter!" Sumitra cried out.
As the baby emerged, the room filled with his first cries. The doctors announced, "Congratulations, you have a perfectly healthy boy!"
Soumya beamed, cradling the little one in her arms. "Congratulations, didi!"
Govardhan entered, accompanied by Priya and their family. "Let me hold him," he said, his voice choked with emotion.
As he touched the baby's tiny hand, Govardhan sobbed uncontrollably. "Thank you, Soumya, thank you so much."
Soumya smiled, "Well, Govardhan ji, thank Sumitra didi. She's the one who carried him for nine months. I just enjoyed being a queen, doing nothing at all."
The room filled with chuckles.
Govardhan brought the baby to Sumitra, who began nursing him. "So... any name for the young prince?" Diksha asked.
"Only his Mausi can pick the name," Sumitra said, looking at Soumya. "Soumya, what do you say? What should be the name of your nephew?"
Soumya's tears flowed as she whispered, "Daksh... the perfectionist."
As the royal family returned to Nandgram, the news of Yuvraj Daksh's arrival spread like wildfire. The villagers thronged the palace gates, eager to catch a glimpse of the newborn prince.
"Yuvraj Daksh ki jai, Yuvraj Daksh ki Jai!" they chanted, their voices echoing through the kingdom.
Sumitra, Govardhan, and their family spent the evening greeting and thanking the well-wishers. Soumya, exhausted but happy, couldn't help but feel a sense of pride as she cradled Daksh in her arms.
Finally, as the last visitor departed, Soumya turned to Sumitra and asked, "So... can I go back to being a postmaster now?"
Sumitra's smile was mischievous. "Not so fast, I need my sister for at least six months."
Soumya's eyes widened. "Six months?!"
Sumitra's expression turned pleading. "There's no way I can handle this amount of dirty diapers alone. Besides, I need your help planning your wedding."
Soumya's face turned bright red. "My wedding?!"
Six more months passed, with Soumya firmly entrenched as Daksh's primary caregiver. The little prince was inseparable from his Mausi, who changed diapers, sang lullabies, and played endless games of peek-a-boo.
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As Daksh grew, so did Soumya's bond with him. She became an expert at soothing his tantrums and making him giggle.
Sumitra and Govardhan often joked that Daksh loved Soumya more than them.
One evening, as Soumya rocked Daksh to sleep, Sumitra approached her with a sly grin. "You know, Soumya, I've been thinking... maybe it's time we started looking for your perfect match."
Soumya's eyes sparkled with alarm. "Sumitra, I thought we agreed—"
"Oh, come on, Soumya! Priya has been waiting for almost two years," Sumitra teased, her eyes sparkling with mischief.
Soumya's face fell, her voice barely above a whisper. "I know, but she deserves a man, not me... not a trans woman."
Sumitra's expression softened, her voice gentle. "Oh, Soumya, don't be ridiculous. Priya loves you for who you are, not for your gender."
Soumya's cheeks flushed as Sumitra continued, "And let's be real, we all know Priya's been visiting us every other week, and it's not just to see Daksh. She can't get enough of you."
Sumitra's words brought a deep blush to Soumya's face, as she remembered the secret moments she shared with Priya. The way Priya's touch made her feel, the way she submitted to Priya's love and care.
As Daksh's Mausi, Soumya had embraced her nurturing side, but with Priya, she had discovered a newfound surrender.
Priya took charge, showering Soumya with affection, escorting her to parties, and showering her with roses and attention.
Sumitra's voice brought Soumya back to reality. "Priya deserves to have her wife back, Soumya. And you deserve to be loved, truly loved, for who you are."
