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Vijay unemployed and heartbroken sitting on his couch wondering how he would pay the rent that has been due for 5 months.
Ramesh his landlord, a recent widower in his 50s Knocked on his do...
They sat on the couch, sipping their drinks, and Ramesh spoke of Lakshmi—how she had been the light of his life, how her laugh had filled their home with warmth.
His hand rested on Vijay's shoulder, the weight of his grief a tangible presence in the room. Vijay listened, nodded, and offered comforting words when he could.
But as the whiskey did its work, the conversation grew more intimate, and Ramesh's hand began to wander.
It slid down Vijay's arm and came to rest on his hip, his thumb grazing the edge of the sari.
Panic bloomed in Vijay's chest. This wasn't part of the deal. He had agreed to play a part, but this was too much.
He took a deep breath and gently removed Ramesh's hand.
"Uncle," he said, his voice shaking. "We should stop."
Ramesh's eyes snapped, realization dawned, and he jerked back as if burned.
"I'm sorry," he murmured, his voice thick with regret.
"I forgot you're not Lakshmi." He took a shaky breath and stood up, walking over to the window. The silence that followed was deafening.
Just then, a knock echoed through the apartment. Vijay's heart leaped into his throat. He looked at Ramesh, who had turned pale.
"It's the delivery boy," Ramesh said, his voice strained. "Go get the food. It's already paid for."
Vijay felt a cold sweat break out on his forehead. "But Uncle, I-I'm not-"
"You look like a woman, Vijay," Ramesh insisted, turning to face him. "You'll be fine. Just keep the sari tight and don't say much."
Swallowing his fear, Vijay padded over to the door. The knock came again, more insistent this time.
He took a deep breath and pulled it open, his heart racing like a rabbit's. The delivery boy, no more than 19, looked him up and down, his eyes lingering on the swell of Vijay's breasts.
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Vijay's cheeks burned as he took the food, trying to keep the sari tightly wrapped around him.
"Ma'am," the boy said, his voice thick with a teenage lilt. "You're so beautiful."
Vijay's eyes widened. He had never been called beautiful before—not like this. He ducked his head, hoping the shadows cast by the doorway would hide his blush.
"Thank you," he mumbled, closing the door quickly.
When he returned to the living room, Ramesh was watching him, a knowing smile playing on his lips.
"You see?" he said, his voice gentle. "You're a natural."
Vijay set the food down, his hands shaking. "It's not funny," he said, his voice tight. "I don't like this. It's wrong."
Ramesh's smile faded, and his eyes searched Vijay's.
"I know," he said, his voice gruff. "But it's just for tonight. And it means so much to me."
They ate in silence, the weight of their secret hanging in the air like a dark cloud.
Vijay picked at his food, his stomach in knots. He couldn't believe what he had done—what he had allowed to happen.
The compliment from the delivery boy played on repeat in his mind, a siren's call that both thrilled and terrified him.
After dinner, Ramesh suggested they watch a movie. He picked a Bollywood classic, one that Lakshmi had loved.
As the film played out, Vijay found himself slipping deeper into his role. He watched the screen with rapt attention, mimicking the expressions of the female lead, whispering the lines along with her.
Ramesh leaned back in his chair, his eyes never leaving Vijay.
"You look so much like her," he said, his voice filled with a mix of wonder and sadness. "It's uncanny."
The night grew late, the whiskey bottle grew empty, and the lines between Vijay and Lakshmi grew blurrier. Ramesh's hand found its way to Vijay's knee, his thumb rubbing slow circles.
Vijay stopped his hands mid way and started to get up. "It's getting late, I need to go uncle"
