The Hidden Chapters - 9

 

Once Sindhu left the room, I turned to the parlour lady and asked about her charges. She smiled gently and said, “I usually charge Rs. 10,000 per hour. But in your case, since this is a special arrangement, I’ve agreed to Rs. 8,000—and one complimentary session tonight.”

After the parlour lady left, I stood up and walked over to the mirror, admiring my reflection. I gently brought my hair forward, letting it fall over my chest as I began brushing it slowly. Lost in the moment, I didn’t realize that Sindhu had quietly returned and was standing behind me. Without saying a word, she snapped a photo of me from behind.

“This is how you’re looking right now,” she said softly, holding up her phone with a small smile.

 

I was quietly surprised when I saw myself. Something about the reflection felt different, yet I couldn't look away. I started walking, gradually becoming aware of the fabric brushing against me. The presence of the plug made my steps smaller, subtly influencing my posture and the way I moved. There was a noticeable shift in how I walked—more measured, more graceful.

I adjusted the pallu, tucking it neatly into my waist. A quiet sense of nervous energy lingered, but it was mixed with a calm acceptance of the change. The discomfort from Friday night seemed distant now, replaced by a sense of ease I hadn't expected.

I adjusted the pallu, smoothing it into place at my waist. A quiet tension lingered beneath my skin — not quite nerves, not quite excitement — just the soft awareness that something had shifted. The discomfort I’d felt on Friday night had faded into the background, replaced by a strange, settling calm.

Sindhu motioned for me to sit and handed me a glass of water. Her touch was casual but reassuring. I took a slow sip, trying to steady the flutter in my chest. As I swallowed, she leaned in with a familiar glint in her eyes — playful, knowing — and without a word, turned on the butt plug.

A wave of sensation pulsed through me, delicate but insistent. I gasped, surprised more by the timing than the feeling, and the glass slipped slightly in my hand. Water splashed across my blouse, cooling my skin where warmth had just begun to gather.

The mixture of sensation — the gentle ache, the wet fabric clinging to me, the way she looked at me — made my breath catch. I turned to her, trying to keep my voice even. “You need to stop… it’s making me feel like I need to go to the bathroom.”

Sindhu smiled softly and nodded, switching it off without protest. I sat back, heart still unsteady, as the moment settled around us. The clock on the wall read 11:30 AM.

 

I remembered catching a glimpse of Sindhu’s phone about an hour ago — Manoj had messaged, saying he’d be home between 11:30 and 11:45 AM. I hadn’t let on that I saw it, but ever since, a slow tension had been building inside me. A distinctly feminine awareness had settled in — not just a desire to be seen, but to be recognized.

I could barely sit still. Anxious, yes — but also undeniably aware of my own body in a way I hadn’t been before. The saree clung to me with gentle insistence. The soft petticoat brushed against my freshly waxed legs, and every step made me more aware of the woman I was becoming.

The blouse fit snugly across my chest, outlining the soft swell of my breasts in a way that felt both intimate and powerful. My waist curved inward, the fabric tightening just enough to accentuate the silhouette, before flowing outward into the generous fullness of my hips. From the front to the back, every inch of me felt shaped, defined — not by fabric alone, but by something deeper. Something real.

I looked down at myself and couldn’t help but feel it — I looked like a woman. I felt like a woman. And with every passing second, I found myself wanting to be seen that way — especially by Manoj.

The weight of my anxiety pressed heavily on me as I slowly made my way toward the kitchen. With each step, I could feel the presence of artificial vagina, butt plug, breast forms and the subtle shift in my movement, a reminder of how the saree altered my every stride. I was acutely aware of the way the pleats swirled around me and how the petticoat, with its gentle friction, kept me from taking long steps. Every motion had a rhythm of its own, and I couldn’t help but notice the way my back swayed with each careful step and also adjusting my pallu on my chest to cover my newly formed modesty.

Reaching for the pallu, I tucked it neatly around my waist, and for the first time, I truly understood its purpose. It wasn’t just about covering my waist—it shielded my modesty, flowing over my hips in a way that felt both protective and graceful.

I casually asked the cook, almost absentmindedly, “What’s for lunch today?” My voice was soft, but the words still felt like they hung in the air. The cook replied, “Roti, brinjal curry, and rasam,” and I nodded absentmindedly, focusing more on the feeling of the saree around me.

The Hidden Chapters - 8

 

I glanced at the clock—8:30 AM. Normally, by this time on a Saturday, I’d have already spent a good two hours on the badminton court. But today, something was different. Here I was, in a nighty, feeling strangely out of place, trying to navigate this unfamiliar feeling of being in a role I didn’t quite understand. There was a mix of confusion and curiosity swirling in my mind, leaving me uncertain.

Suddenly, Sindhu stood up, her presence steady and comforting. She walked over to me, placed a soft kiss on my forehead, and with a warm smile, said, “You look beautiful today, with the kum kum bindi on your forehead.” Her words snapped me back to the present, grounding me in the moment.

I smiled softly, appreciating the warmth in her voice. Taking both my cup and Sindhu’s, I walked toward the kitchen to place them in the wash basin. As I moved, I could feel Sindhu’s eyes on me, her gaze following my every step. There was something different in the way she looked at me today, a kind of tenderness and attention I hadn’t noticed before.

As I reached the sink, I felt her arms encircle me from behind, pulling me into a tight embrace. “I slept so well last night,” she said softly, her voice filled with a peaceful sense of contentment. “It reminds me of the days back in college with Madhu, when everything felt so free and easy.”

I just took a deep breathe and felt that she is not wearing any dildo and I leaned back slightly, feeling her warmth and the sincerity of her words. “It’s funny,” she continued, “I never thought I’d find someone who understands me like this. You really completes me”

Her arms tightened around me, and for a brief moment, the world seemed to slow down. I turned to face her, and as we stood together in the warmth of the kitchen, we shared a quiet embrace. It wasn’t just about the physical closeness; it was the deep comfort of shared memories, trust, and an unspoken bond that had grown so quickly between us. Our hug lingered, and just as we both began to settle into the peaceful moment, a noise came from the hall. The cook had arrived, and we quickly adjusted, reluctant to break the spell between us.

The cook asked what he should prepare for breakfast, and Sindhu looked at me with a knowing glance. She gently directed him to make idli, with both coconut and groundnut chutneys. With a soft pull of my hand, she guided me toward her room, eager to share something special with me. As we walked, firstly she instructed me to adjust the bra strap which was visible from my shoulder. She began showing me her collection of marriage sarees, one by one. We were so immersed in the ritual of looking through each saree, talking about memories attached to them, that time seemed to fade away. Occasionally, Sindhu would drape a saree over me, laughing and asking me to imagine what I would look like in it.

At first, I was hesitant. I’d never tried silk sarees before, and I had always thought of them as heavy and difficult to manage. But Sindhu’s enthusiasm was contagious, and her gentle persuasion led me to try on a beautiful red saree with a delicate golden border.

Curious, I asked, "What’s so special about the evening?"

With a smile, Sindhu replied, “You’re the lady of the house now. My or our real man wants to see you in the saree?

I was taken aback for a moment. “Who’s this your real man?” I asked, genuinely curious.

She paused for a moment before answering, “Manoj. He’ll be joining us for lunch, he’s on his way.”

Suddenly, I felt a strange tremor in my body, a rush of emotions I couldn’t control. My thoughts spiraled, and I struggled to regain composure. Just then, the cook entered, announcing that breakfast was ready and waiting at the table. Sindhu calmly instructed him to take his meal and rest in his room, promising to call him when we were finished.

As the cook left, Sindhu’s gaze lingered on me—on my eyes, my lips—seeing the tremor still running through me. She must have noticed how my body was shaking, because before I could say anything, she leaned in and kissed me gently on the lips, her touch soothing in its simplicity. “Don’t worry about anything,” she whispered. “Just relax.”

She took my hand, she led me back to the table. She made sure I ate, her touch gentle, occasionally brushing against me as I tried to gather myself. Just as I began to feel some sense of calm, the sound of the doorbell broke through the moment. I assumed it was Manoj arriving, and Sindhu asked me to check.

With a sense of unease, I walked to the door and opened it. To my surprise, it wasn’t Manoj. Standing before me was the parlour lady, her eyes scanning me from head to toe. She raised an eyebrow and said with a smile, “Wow… you look so different, so complete. There’s been such a change in you.”

Before I could respond, she pulled me into a tight hug. I felt the pressure of her hands against me, and in that instant, an odd sensation washed over me—was she deliberately checking to see if I was wearing a bra? The moment left me unsettled, and I didn’t know how to react.

Sindhu and the parlour lady exchanged a knowing smile, an unspoken understanding between them. As they shared this quiet moment, Sindhu called cook and instructed him to prepare masala tea for the three of us. She then looked at the parlour lady and said, “Make her even more beautiful today, as a bride. Today’s going to be a special day.”

The parlour lady nodded, understanding the importance of the occasion. Sindhu added, "Can you make sure the wig stays on for at least 24 hours? I don’t want it slipping off, no matter what activity we might be doing today."

At this, the parlour lady let out a loud, amused laugh. “What kind of ‘activity’ are we talking about here?” she teased, her voice laced with mischief.

Sindhu's smile widened, but she didn't immediately answer, the playful tension lingering between them. I could feel the weight of their words and the anticipation in the air, both of them clearly enjoying the playful exchange.

After we finished our tea, the parlour attendant guided me to a private space where she asked me to remove my clothes. Sindhu joined us shortly after. The parlour attendant asked me to lie down on the bed, and she began to assess my needs in a thorough and professional manner."

She removed breast forms and massaged my body and it made me very relaxed. In the meantime, parlour lady opened her box which has multiple toys and showed breast form which mentioned as chewable breast forms.  Later she gave me artificial vagina to wear. She handed over water-based lubricants and heard from their conversations about butt plug. After finishing massage and fixing new breast forms and vagina, parlour lady asked me to wear clothes again except panty. So I wore bra, petticoat and nighty. Sindhu asked me to go to washroom and clean my anal with health faucet. All these things are pretty new for me and I just followed the instructions.

After I came out of the washroom, Sindhu gave me a comforting hug and gently patted my back, which instantly helped me feel more relaxed. She then patiently showed me how to properly attach a sanitary pad to a panty and taught me the right way to remove and replace it. I couldn't help but wonder why I was learning this, but then I realized I was genuinely enjoying it. After all, it's every crossdresser's dream to experience life as a woman. I whispered into Sindhu’s ear, telling her that I was feeling some discomfort from yesterday’s activities, especially when applying water. She smiled softly, instructing me to lie down. Both Sindhu and the parlour lady carefully observed and applied a soothing lubricating gel in my anal hole, which had a cooling effect. It felt incredibly relaxing, easing my discomfort. After 5-10 minutes, parlour lady and sindhu started discussing about something and I turned towards them and found that they are talking about the butt plug and which one will be better for me. I curiously asked them what is the need for all these. Sindhu just looked at me with a big eyes and asking me shut my mouth.  At the end, Sindhu selected the butt plug which has a smaller diameter and its like round shaped cone. Sindhu came towards me and told me that it will be inside you for some time and you should not remove with out my permission. I just agreed as I don’t have any choice.  Sindhu gave another instruction saying when ever I keep butt plug, always need to ensure panty with sanitary napkin.

After all the instructions, Sindhu gave go ahead to parlour lady to go ahead with butt plug. She applied lots and lots of lube gel and it was making me very relaxed and suddenly with one push she kept butt plug in anal. It was like heavy push which was tough to control and my eyes are filled with water.  Sindhu told me don’t worry, you will be relaxed and told me remove after 30-40 mins and she will suggest when to keep it again.  Later on Parlour lady ensured my silicon breasts, silicon vagina in proper place.

The parlour lady carefully adjusted the wig, which looked almost identical and extension to my natural hair, before handing me a panty with a sanitary pad tucked inside. As I was getting ready, Sindhu entered, holding a beautiful navy blue and green cotton saree. The parlour lady's eyes lit up. "Wow! Is this a Mangalagiri cotton saree?" she exclaimed.

"Yes," Sindhu replied with a smile.

Sindhu handed me a soft blue cotton petticoat, and I couldn't resist running my fingers over its smooth, delicate fabric. After slipping into the matching panty, I put on a blue bra and then the petticoat. Next, I carefully unfolded the freshly ironed saree and picked up the blouse. It was a ready-made, stretchable piece—designed to comfortably fit most body types. The blouse had a large bow at the back and exposed my neck elegantly, adding a touch of charm.

Once I wore the blouse, the parlour lady stepped in to adjust it. Under the guise of helping, she also ensured my breasts were properly positioned within the bra and blouse cups for a seamless fit. I took a moment to smooth out the petticoat, making sure there were no folds at the back that might disrupt the drape.

As I began draping the saree, the parlour lady observed me closely. She stepped in to assist while I was arranging the pleats. After a few minutes, she suggested it could look even better. Gently, she undraped and re-draped the saree, this time pulling it a little tighter. The lightweight fabric hugged my figure more closely, enhancing my silhouette and giving the ensemble a polished, graceful finish.

 

Meanwhile, Sindhu had freshened up and tied her hair into a neat bun. She was dressed casually in short jeans and a loose T-shirt. Her eyes widened slightly as she took a long look at me, scanning me from head to toe. Then, she and the parlour lady exchanged a warm hug.

"Sindhu gave her a quick set of instructions—to finish my light makeup promptly and return around 8:00 PM with an assistant." I wasn’t sure what was planned for the evening, but I chose to remain quiet.

The Hidden Chapters - 7

 

I woke up early, around 6:00 AM, to the sound of my usual alarm. For a moment, I was completely disoriented, unsure of where I was. It took me a few moments to gather my thoughts. Then, I remembered—it was Saturday. I looked over to see Sindhu peacefully sleeping beside me.

However, as I tried to get out of bed, I became acutely aware that I was completely bare. A wave of confusion swept over me. As I stood, my body felt different, as if something had changed overnight. Slowly, I stood up and made my way toward the bathroom, my legs feeling heavy as though each step was a challenge

When I finally reached the mirror, stunned by what I saw. My reflection was unfamiliar, a body that was not quite what I had known. Noticeable changes that I hadn’t expected. It was as if the transformation had happened without me even realizing it.

There were no trace of me being a male. Had artificial breast forms and vagina pretty much intact and they were part like part of my body. Tried to remove breast forms but could not . Was able to remove vagina and took a deep breath. But could not remove wig. Began to clean myself totally and had good bath under the shower. Found many love bytes on my body. After good 30 minutes, came out and found new towel in the bathroom, covered myself like a good lady by covering myself with towel over my new formed breast, came out of the bathroom. While trying to search for some clothes, Sindhu opened her eyes and wished me good morning and smiled at me. I could not make eye to eye contact. Sindhu casually shown with her fingers directing me to open the draw to take panty and bra. And then she directed me to take petticoat and instructed me to take nighty for the time being.

 

I couldn’t help but wonder why she asked me to pick out a nighty in the morning, thinking the same and simultaneously running hands over various nighties and petticoats, imagining how each one would look on me. As I was lost in thought, Sindhu came up behind me, placing her hands gently on my shoulders. With a soft, understanding smile, she said, "This is the dilemma every woman faces—choosing the perfect one."

She leaned in and placed a soft, gentle kiss on my cheek before carefully selecting a sleek black petticoat. She handed it to me along with the matching black nighty. “I’ve made sure the lingerie complements the nighty and petticoat perfectly,” she said, ensuring every detail was in harmony.

Without hesitation or a hint of shyness, I slipped into the lingerie, the petticoat, and then the nighty. Sindhu winked at me, her eyes sparkling, and then playfully told me to prepare a strong cup of coffee for both of us. “I’m going to freshen up,” she added before disappearing into the bathroom.

I turned my attention to the stove, carefully boiling milk and water. As I measured out the coffee powder for a perfect decoction, my mind wandered. I couldn’t help but reflect on the events of the previous evening—how everything had changed in such a short time, how I had transformed from a man to a woman, and how, in a strange way, I had also become the lady of the house.

Lost in thought, I was suddenly jolted by the sight of Sindhu stepping out of her room. She was dressed in a soft pink salwar and a crisp white kameez, looking effortlessly radiant, as if she had just stepped out of a dream. Her presence was magnetic, and for a moment, everything around me seemed to fade away. My heart skipped a beat as I watched her glide toward me, captivated by her grace and beauty.

Sindhu caught my gaze and, with a playful smile, blew me a gentle kiss. Without missing a beat, she walked straight to the pooja room, her every step filled with purpose. She began cleaning the room with delicate care before lighting the diya in front of the idols. There was a quiet reverence in the way she prayed, her hands folding in silence as she offered her prayers to the gods.

Meanwhile, I finished preparing the coffee, the rich aroma filling the air. With a steady hand, I poured the coffee into two cups, carefully arranging them on a tray. I placed the tray on the dining table, ready for when she would join me.

As Sindhu made her way to the table, she paused in front of me, her eyes full of warmth and affection. With a tender touch, she applied a dash of turmeric to my cheeks and a dot of kum-kum on my forehead, the familiar rituals grounding the moment in tradition. “Remember,” she said softly, her voice gentle yet firm, “when you’re a lady, you must wear the bindi.”

I nodded, the weight of her words settling into my chest. As we both sat down, the clink of the coffee cups brought me back to the moment. Sindhu took a thoughtful sip, then her eyes twinkled with a playful hint as she noted, "You’ve crossed your legs like a true lady, haven’t you?"

A light laugh escaped my lips, but she didn’t stop there. Her gaze shifted, and with a smile, she teasingly pointed out, "The length of your nighty seems a bit daring today, don’t you think? The edges of your petticoat are visible."

I chuckled, a mischievous glint in my own eyes. "It’s nothing," I said, brushing off the comment. But Sindhu wasn’t done; her playful nature couldn’t be ignored. As we continued our conversation, she kept nudging my legs, as if testing my resolve, her touch light and teasing. Each time I shifted, she only seemed more determined, adding a playful challenge to our morning. She mentioned that black petticoat is making your thy more bright and she observed love byte on my thy and gave a sly wink, making me to look at that. And I just pushed her leg and adjusted my petticoat and nighty.

The Hidden Chapters - 6

 

Was getting more n more excited and in a spur of moment, I have advanced myself in kissing her. But she gave me a tight slap on my butt, making me realise that she is the initiator, and I should be follower. She lifted my saree and petticoat, started giving love bytes on my thighs. Due to body waxing, my body became very soft. While giving love bytes, she inserted her fingers in my butthole, making me jump uncontrollably and I started moaning and crying begging her to stop. But all these made her enjoy more. My cry made the room noisy but it made her to push more. Though air conditioner was on, I am feeling sweat. After some time, she gently removed her fingers and looked into my eyes, as my eyes were filled with water.

She gently comforted me with a soft kiss before quietly instructing me to get some water from the kitchen. Though every movement felt like an effort, I slowly rose from the bed, carefully adjusting the pleats and pallu of my saree. The fabric had become tangled and disheveled over the past half hour, making each step feel heavier than the last.

As I shuffled toward the kitchen, a strange thought crossed my mind: What is happening to me? Am I really enjoying this? The weight of my own reflection lingered in my mind until I heard Sindhu calling from the other room, urging me to hurry.

Shaking myself from the haze of my thoughts, I grabbed the water on a tray and began the long walk back. The pallu of my saree trailed behind me, brushing against the floor with every step, adding to my confusion.

When I finally reached Sindhu, I handed her the glass of water. She took a quick gulp before placing it back on the side table and, with a playful wink, said, "You're closer than you think to becoming a complete woman."

Before I could respond, she pulled me towards her. "Please, enough for today," I pleaded, exhaustion weighing heavily on my body. But my words seemed to vanish into the silence of the room, unheard, as she pulled me in closer.

Gentle kiss becoming harsh and with each kiss. Clothes that I am wearing getting slip away from her hands to floor, one by one, until only the essentials remain.  I am just on petticoat and she removed panty keeping my petticoat. She instructed me to remove bangles making sure nothing would cause discomfort us.

Without thinking, I just followed her instructions  & after removing the bangles, she made me turn and sleep and she started kissing from neck to butt. I started responding to her.  But was looking at her with a cornered eye and it was one of my scariest moment as I could her see, that she is wearing different strap on dildo this time. She gave a weird smile mentioning that its double-sided penetrated dildo. She came on top of me, kissing my back and giving bites over my back. And slowly she started holding my hand and lifted my petticoat and started pushing deep inside my anal. Each push was like a thunder on my body and was paining a lot and was unable to control my pain. She started whispering in my ear “don’t worry and asked me to take deep breath”. Slowly started accepting to situation and my body stopped resisting and it became loose and after some time, I started feeling her each push and I am jumping with an unknown feeling. Looks like it was learning not about each other, but about themselves.

I can feel Sindhu’s breast pressing on my back fully and she has totally slept on me and her dildo still touching the edges of my anus hole. I can feel my sperms leaked fully in the artificial vagina and her orgasms are all over my leg which made my legs bit sticky n have strange smell. After some time, it became tough for me to carry Sindhu’s weight and we slept covering ourselves in the same blanket.

The Hidden Chapters - 5

 

Though saree has big border, but its very light in weight and easy to carry. Hence, left the pallu open instead of folding it.  She winked at me and mentioned that you are managing saree better than any  lady. This made me blush and gave me bit confidence as I felt that I have been accepted as a lady. Sindhu then instructed me to set the dining table, mentioning she’d be back in five minutes. I quickly moved to arrange everything, eager to get the task done. It felt like a small escape from her watchful gaze. The cook had already left the house, so I had some freedom to move about and get everything in order.

Nearly ten minutes later, Sindhu returned—and I was stunned by what I saw. She had changed into a white dhoti and a yellow t-shirt, looking like a typical man in casual, comfortable attire.

She came and sat on the chair, and with her eyes she asked me to serve the food. I started serving the food to her and in the meantime, she started playing with my navel and mischievously mentioned that after food, will teach you how to become complete lady for not just me and to Manoj as well.  I was totally clueless and after serving food to her, I have finished my food as well and then I cleaned the dining table and arranged the things properly in the kitchen and Sindhu kept calling me to finish the work fast and come to the room. 

It took me about 30 mins after dinner to finish the things as suggested by cook.When I entered the room, she was already there, waiting with arms open like an invitation, a safe place. As she pulled me close, “Are you okay?” she whispered softly, her voice laced with genuine concern. She started kissing my neck and with other hand she was caressing my waist where there is a gap between saree and blouse. Her hands were slowly coming over the pleats. It reminded me how I used to have fun with my wife Madhu.  When I was immersed in the thoughts, Sindhu encouraged me to be present, to let go of the weight of the world outside. After some time, she pulled me over her and I came on top of her. She invited me to suck her breast and after some time, she pushed me down and made me remove her dhoti. She already removed her panty and instructed me to lick her brown colour pussy lips. Almost after 5 to 10 mins, my entire tongue was insider her body and she released lot of orgasm on my face. Once she exhausted, she pulled me up. She offered a napkin to wipe my face.

A few minutes later, she calmly instructed me to always spend my weekends at her house until Madhu returned. She explained that the dress code would be saree, and if I were to wear a nightgown, it is important to always pair it with a matching petticoat. Additionally, wearing a bindi, bangles, and jasmine flowers would be essential.

As our conversation continued, she began sharing the story of how she met Manoj and how their relationship had developed. When I was about to ask her about the nature of her physical relationship with him, she responded with remarkable calmness. “There’s no need for any secrets between us,” she said. “I am a pure lesbian, and Manoj is bisexual. Despite his efforts to get close to me in an intimate way, I’ve never been able to open up to him. But with you, it’s different. You complete me. You are the best for me, truly.” And then adds up saying that Manoj is for psychological and you are physical and that’s how you complete me !

She paused, looking at me thoughtfully. “Look at yourself. You’re so beautiful—no one could ever mistake you for anything other than a woman. I’m certain that if Manoj looks at you, he wouldn’t even recognize you as someone he once knew. He might even fall in love with you, and he might crush you n eat you completely.”

As I sat there, my cheeks flushed from the warmth of her words. Sindhu, began to share some of the things about Manoj.

She started explaining that Manoj is really strong in the bed and he really likes hand job and will be more happy if its more than hand job. He also liked when his partner dressed in traditional attire. He always likes when a lady is in saree and  bindi is must for him.He likes sleep on lap and likes to play with either saree pleats or with breasts . As Sindhu spoke, her voice softened, and I felt a deep connection forming between us. She smiled as she noticed my growing interest in the conversation about Manoj and the energy between us shifted, becoming lighter and more playful. While speaking all these things, she slowly started rubbing her leg on my leg, slowly lifting my saree and petticoat with leg. And I started pushing her leg with hand. Looks like she has no interest in my resistance, and she is enjoying it like a play.

The soft click of her phone broke the silence, and she showed me a few videos that captured the intimacy between couples. I couldn't help but feel a growing attraction to her, a desire to be closer in a way that felt natural and respectful.

Was getting more n more excited and in a spur of moment, I have advanced myself in kissing her. But she gave me a tight slap on my butt, making me realise that she is the initiator, and I should be follower. She lifted my saree and petticoat, started giving love bytes on my thighs. Due to body waxing, my body became very soft. While giving love bytes, she inserted her fingers in my butthole, making me jump uncontrollably and I started moaning and crying begging her to stop. But all these made her enjoy more. My cry made the room noisy but it made her to push more. Though air conditioner was on, I am feeling sweat. After some time, she gently removed her fingers and looked into my eyes, as my eyes were filled with water. 

The Hidden Chapters - 4

 

I didn't know how to respond. The words felt like an invitation into a role I didn’t fully understand, and yet, they stirred something inside me, something I couldn’t quite name. As I opened my mouth to ask, she grasped my hands more firmly and simply said, "Go get some water."

There was no anger in her tone, no harshness—just an expectation. And somehow, in that moment, I understood. It wasn’t just about the task itself, but about something far more personal—a silent test of my own willingness, my own vulnerability, and the connection between us that had only just begun to take shape.

I carefully tucked the saree pallu around my waist, making sure to adjust it so that it draped modestly, ensuring I am not exposing my right breast. With a glass of water in hand, I approached Sindhu, but she gave me a sharp look, her voice firm as she reminded me to always bring the water on a tray. I nodded quietly in acknowledgment.

Without missing a beat, she instructed me to assist the cook in preparing dinner. As she spoke, she handed me a set of six bangles and told me to wear them on both wrists. Her gaze was unwavering as she led me to the kitchen, where she directed the cook to teach me how to make roti and curry. She settled herself at the dining table, her eyes observing my every move.

After a while, Sindhu spoke again, this time instructing me to lift the pleats of my saree and tuck them into my petticoat to make it easier to move around. This makes petticoat very much visible and but it was very convenient to move. The heat from the kitchen was intense, and soon I felt beads of sweat forming under my arms, visibly staining my blouse. The rhythmic sound of the bangles echoed as I worked.

With the cook guiding me every step of the way, I finally managed to prepare the meal. It felt like an eternity—though it was only about thirty minutes. Despite the heat of the kitchen and the pressure, I couldn’t help but feel a quiet sense of accomplishment. The food was finally ready.

I removed the pallu of my saree from around my waist and adjusted the pleats, enjoying the small moment of relief as I loosened the fabric. I adjusted the blouse beneath the saree pallu. I was about to serve the food to Sindhu, but she had other plans. She instructed me to freshen up by taking a bath.

With a sigh of relief, I headed to the washroom. Meanwhile, Sindhu came into the room and laid out a couple of sarees for me to choose from.

I wrapped a towel around my chest and stepped out. Sindhu asked me to select a saree, and I chose an off-white cotton one with a pink floral print and a subtle silver border. As I searched for the necessary undergarments—petticoat, blouse, bra, and panty—she ordered me to get them from the cupboard. With no choice, I began dressing in front of her, one item at a time. First, I put on the panty, followed by the bra, the blouse, the petticoat, and finally the saree.

This time, she gave me a satisfied nod. "Good job," she said, "you’ve worn it properly."

Though saree has big border, but its very light in weight and easy to carry. Hence, left the pallu open instead of folding it.  She winked at me and mentioned that you are managing saree better than any  lady. This made me blush and gave me bit confidence as I felt that I have been accepted as a lady. Sindhu then instructed me to set the dining table, mentioning she’d be back in five minutes. I quickly moved to arrange everything, eager to get the task done. It felt like a small escape from her watchful gaze. The cook had already left the house, so I had some freedom to move about and get everything in order.