This is the story of Mona and Mohit, two siblings who share a deep bond. They love each other so much that they are ready to do anything for one another. No matter the challenges they face, they always stand by each other. Whether it's to protect ea...
Mohit sat in front of the full-length mirror, staring at his reflection, struggling to recognize himself. The maroon silk lehenga he wore clung to his newly smooth skin, the fabric heavy and foreign. His hands, now adorned with intricate mehndi, rested awkwardly on his lap, the henna patterns giving them a delicate, feminine grace. His soft hands, freshly waxed and supple, felt alien to him, no longer resembling his old hands.
Sunita and Priya worked carefully, ensuring every detail was perfect. His stomach, padded with a soft cushion beneath the choli, had been carefully rounded to give the appearance of pregnancy. Priya adjusted the fabric gently, pulling the pallu over his belly and draping it across his shoulder. The way the fabric fell over his body made the transformation look perfect. No one would suspect a thing.
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He shifted slightly, feeling the weight of the lehenga's press against his thighs, its fabric brushing against his freshly waxed legs with an unfamiliar sensation. Each movement reminded him of his transformation. His skin, soft and tender after the waxing, felt sensitive under the heavy silk. The bangles clinked lightly on his wrists, and he winced as his mother, Sunita, gently lifted his chin to apply a final layer of makeup.
"Hold still, Mohit," Sunita said softly, sitting beside him, helping Priya as they carefully applied lipstick, eye-shadow, and eyeliner, enhancing his already softened features. Mohit's heart raced with embarrassment. He could feel their eyes on him, silently appraising their work, turning him from a brother and son into someone he barely recognized-someone who, for a day, had to become Mona.
His mother and Priya moved with focused precision, transforming him with each brushstroke, yet he couldn't ignore the rising heat of humiliation in his chest. Raj stood in the corner, silent but watching with an expression Mohit couldn't decipher. The presence of all three-Sunita, Priya, and Raj-made it worse. Mohit had never felt so exposed, so vulnerable.
"Perfect," Priya murmured, stepping back with a satisfied nod. "No one will suspect a thing."
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"How did I get here?" he thought, feeling the weight of the moment settle on him. His mind drifted to their childhood, back to the days when he and Mona had switched places for fun, for necessity. But never like this. Never with so much at stake.
How did things come to this? How was he sitting here, in front of his own family, dressed like a woman, about to play the part of his sister?
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