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The drive home was a blur for Mohit. The kiss with Mr. Kapoor weighed heavily on his mind. He knew he needed to tell Riya, but he feared how she would react Mohit went directly into the bedroom, his heartbeats fast, his mind a mix of confusion and guilt. He still felt the taste of Mr. Kapoor's lips and couldn't shake the feeling of betrayal-not just to Riya but to himself. while Riya was working in the kitchen. When she eventually walked in, She found Mohit still draped in the saree, sitting in the bedroom with tears sliding down his cheeks. "Hey, what happened? Why is my princess crying?" she asked gently, sitting beside him and brushing away his tears. "You said you were going to celebrate." Mohit looked at her, his eyes filled with regret. "I'm really sorry, Riya. I messed up again." Riya's concern deepened. "What do you mean, messed up? What happened? Tell me." Mohit took a shaky breath. "Mr. Kapoor kissed me again."

Moving after the workplace scandal involving Mr. Kapoor, Mohit decided to make a fresh start by changing Moving after the workplace scandal involving Mr. Kapoor, Mohit decided to make a fresh start by changing companies. With Riya's unwavering support, he navigated through the job market and landed a promising position in a reputable organization. While portraying Mohini for an extended period, Mohit allowed his hair to grow until his back. Even after joining to new job, he chose to keep his hair long. The love blossomed between them, culminating in a joyous wedding ceremony where they pledged their lives to each other, surrounded by family and friends. As a working couple, Mohit and Riya embraced the challenges and triumphs of balancing their careers with their personal lives. Despite the occasional ups and downs, they found solace in each other's company and built a strong foundation for their future together. One evening as Mohit and Riya enjoyed their intimate moment in the

I'm Jitin, 28 years old. I recently married Sweta, who is 27. We both grew up as only children, raised by single mothers from an early age. Growing up in a single-parent household made me somewhat sensitive and submissive, while Sweta turned out to be a tomboy, strong and independent. Physically, we are almost the same height, but I have a more feminine appearance compared to my wife. Our marriage was arranged according to our mothers’ wishes, and we are now navigating this new chapter of our lives together. We live in Pune, while our mothers stay together in the village. We didn't get a chance to go on a honeymoon due to work, so we planned a camping trip instead. My wife, Sweta, and I chose a beautiful site outside Pune, perfect for exploring nature and each other. It was our first adventure as a married couple, and we were eager to create unforgettable memories. Friday evening arrived, and after a hectic day at work, we packed our bags. Shweta chose her favorite outfits: a f

  I sit in the salon and think back over the changes of the past year. My long honey blonde hair has been styled and flows nicely. My long nails have a new French manicure. As I caress my body I can feel the smoothness of my freshly waxed arms and legs.  My pink blouse matches my transparent chiffon saree and the outline of my microfibre bra is subtly visible.The colour of my bangles match those of the my diamond studded ear rings.My diamond pendant mangalsutra fits snugly around my thin neck.   Anyone looking at me would see a gorgeous woman and housewife; obviously well kept. It was not always the case. In fact I have not always been a woman.  A little over a year ago I was a happily married man. My wife, Priya,was attractive in an athletic way. She was a woman people would describe as "handsome" with her strong features. She had just been notified that an uncle she barely knew had passed away. He had left her everything, including a house, a big bank balance and ownership

Mohit, a young man in his mid-20s, found himself trapped in the relentless clutches of unemployment. His days were filled with fruitless job searches and mounting financial worries. As he shared his concerns with his bhabhi, she noticed a glimmer of hope in the classifieds. One evening, his bhabhi pooja excitedly flipped through the newspaper her eye catch an add job opening for an administrative assistant position in a prestigious company.  However, the catch was that they were specifically looking for a female candidate. An idea sparked in her mind like a light bulb moment. Bhabhi: "Mohit, look here! There's a vacancy, but they're only hiring females. What if we bend the rules a bit?" Mohit (perplexed): "Bhabhi, how is that even possible? They'll never hire me they want a female assistant" Bhabhi (grinning): "Ever heard of thinking outside the box? What if you become 'Mohini' for a while? Dress up as a woman, get the job, and once you'