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Hi All, This is the story of myself Anoop Singh Yadav and my friend Rohan Singh over the course of last 10 years. Background: It all started when we met during the freshers play in our college, Rohan was in my dance group and we soon hit off as we liked the same movies and had similar music tastes. We soon started hanging out together and our group expanded and we had a lot of fun together. We were even room mates during our final year. We used to watch blue films together and challenge each other to propose to girls. But because we were very mischievous and naughty, no girl could stay permanently in our lives. In those days I used to get into a lot of fights but Rohan was always there to handle such situations and it was because of him that I never got into any serious trouble. After college we got placed in different cities but we had planned our Post graduate studies in foreign countries. After approx. 2 years of Job we applied to a college in Boston together and we were both selected. On hearing this our families were very relieved as we were not alone in new countries. Soon we packed and decided to meet on airport. Anoop - Delhi - 2010 "Hey Rohan!!" I shouted from the top of my lungs as I saw my best buddy on airport. I was seeing my best friend after almost 2 years. Rohan had lost a lot of weight and was looking very fit. I on the other hand had gained a tummy. We both had almost the same height and I was always the heavier one, anyways, I saw that Uncle and Aunty were also there. I touched their feet and they blessed us. No one was there from my family as I come from a village in U.P. My mother had been crying since past 3 days as I had told them that I will return only after 2 years as I had a loan and travelling costs a lot. Rohan was from Delhi only and his parents were both in good MNCs. Soon the checkin time came and we started our new journey. Anoop - Boston 2010-2012 It was a long flight and after all the rules and regulations we finally got a room together in college. We became super busy in college, each day was filled with papers, presentations etc. Rohan had a habbit of keeping the room very clean and he also liked to cook. So I always felt assured about these things a took care of other things like groceries and financial matters. Rohan always had an habbit of staying alone in Room for 1-2 hours daily and I used that time to play basketball or roam aroud getting drunk. While Rohan was almost a teetotaler. Soon my birthday came and Rohan was not able to give me any gift as he was short on cash. He was too proud to ask his parents so he came on the night of my birthday and asked me, "Bro, what do you want for the gift?" I said that I only want you to get drunk and he was trapped. I arranged for the booze and we got stone drunk that day. Rohan was soon out of control and stared dancing, I never knew he could dance. He never danced, so when I asked he told me that he learnt dancing during Job, he showed me steps of Indian classical dances and I was really shocked. Afterwards he stared ranting about the teachers, classmates and the world. I made him do shots after which he got very emotional and we started talking about our parents when I told him how mine very conservative and thought I will loose my caste if I cross the ocean. My mother took a promise that I shall not marry without telling her etc. Rohan started crying after this and told me that his father used to beat him and his mother a lot and started telling about the sacrifices his mother had made for him. He also hated his Dad and swore to never became like him. He wanted to be like his mother and always support his children. The topic then shifted to women when I told him that women have it easy as men will take care of them if they choose not to work and they can stay home and enjoy. I was just drunk and knew I was saying nonsense but Rohan took it to his heart and started defending woman and said about the restrictions and control men have over lives of women in their lives be it as a sister, wife or daughter or even mother. Each role is defined and dignified and must be maintained in boundaries of society and family. I realized my mistake and agreed with Rohan. I told him how my mother still covers her head with her saree whenever she goes out in village. Women work like a horse in my family but are treated like shit. We both drank more and he told me lot of things from the other perspective and it felt like if I ever knew this side of Rohan. Soon we slept and next day life continued as usual. We both graduated soon and stared working in different cities in US. We agreed to meet after an year in Vegas. With a very heavy heart we parted ways and became busy in our lives. My working hours start a 8 am in morning and continue till 7. After that I have a call with my Indian support team at night from 12-2 am. I was so busy that I used to call home once in month. I had a few flings with some native girls but it never lasted due to cultural differences. I was looking for an Indian girl but the ones in my office were trying too hard to become american. I earned well and saved for my parents back in India. I used to call Rohan once in a fortnight but after first year he has stopped responding properly. He told me had issues with his boss who was bully and I had offered him some jobs in my city. But he never applied for any of them. Eventually he stopped picking up my call and my ego also did not allow me to check on him. July, 2015, Anoop, San Jose, US I was still asleep when I got a call from Chicago Police that Rohan had attempted suicide, I was shell shocked and drove straight for more than 30 hours in my shorts to see him. I reached the hospital where I was informed that he had overdosed on sleeping pills and was discovered by his landlord. I went to his room and I was shocked to see my best friends lying there unconscious and weak. I held his hand and waited for him to wakeup. The next morning I was awaken by little sobs. I woke up and saw Rohan crying. I was really heartbroken on seeing my best friends like that and I told him:"Rohan, how could you even think of doing this, please think about me, your parents. I was always there bhai, how could you do this" Rohan started crying loudly and nurses came and gave him an injection to sleep some more. Doctors told me that I could take him back by evening but I should stay with him for few days and keep him under watch. He got discharged and we went to his home in evening. He was OK now and kept asking me to go back as I had a busy job. I ignored him and told him that I have already taken permission for a week. He sighed and showed me the guest room. After that we had a beer and chatted for a few minutes. Somehow it felt that I was talking to a different person. He was definitely trying to hide something. I then had a quick view of his apartment and asked him for clothes, he got and showed me the closet and I took a tshirt and shorts. I started searching for towel and opened a drawer but I saw ladies undergarments there. I understood the matter at once and asked him when did he broke up and why he had hidden this from me. But Rohan acted all surprised and his face turned red, he came running and closed the drawer and warned me to not touch his stuff and leave him alone. I did not want to hurt him anymore so I went to the bath and we slept in different rooms. Anoop 2013-14: Next morning Rohan woke me up. He had make breakfast and seemed happy. We had a coffee and talked about various issues. He seemed cheerful and better. In afternoon I dropped him for his therapy and brought some groceries. I had learnt to cook while I was alone so I planned to treat my friend. After therapy I talked to him and he seemed happy. We went back to his home and relaxed. In the evening we started drinking and I again asked whose clothes were there in his closet. He simply ignored and tried to change the subject but I insisted and kept pestering him. He got angry and told me to leave him alone. He went and locked himself in his room. I felt bad and made spicy chicken curry for him which I knew was his favourite. I waited for 2-3 hours for him to open up and kept knocking in between. When finally I got fed up and stared banging on his door. On finding no response I broke down the door and saw him lying in his washroom with his wrist slashed. I also noticed he was wearing bangles, it dawned upon me that my friend was probably a crossdresser or transgender. I called 911 and his life was saved again. This time I took no chances and took him to my city. I told his office that he was going on leave for 2 months. Rohan had no words and he kept repeating that he wanted to die. I took full care of him, I cooked, I washed his clothes and fed him while he just lay on his bed. Often I heard sobs coming from his room. I told him I was ok with him being crossdressor or transgender or whatever. He told me that he just liked women clothes and was fascinated by them. He used to get high after wearing them. I felt very awkward but he was my friend so I told him that we could go and buy him some clothes if it would make him happy. I saw his eyes lit up and he felt very happy. We agreed to go to an Indian store and pretend to buy clothes for my sister. We went to a store far away from my place. It had all kinds of ethnic indian stuff like sarees, lehengas, salwar kurta, jewellery plus undergarments etc. I was feeling really shy when the sales girl came and asked us what do we want. Rohan took the lead here and told her that his twin sister was coming from india tonight and she has misplaced her bags during an interconnecting flight. She has to attend a wedding function tonight so they need full range of clothes for her for a week until her luggage arrives. I was really impressed by Rohan. It seemed he had done this before. So the sales girl started showing us stuff. I was really embarrassed to choose undergarments for my friend, let alone choosing bra and panty for my best buddy Rohan so I pretended to do a work call and left outside for few mins. When I came back they hade choosen those stuff and were on to jewellery choosing earrings. I saw Rohan had no piercings so I asked if they had any clip on ones, the lady looked at me wierdly and asked if our sister didn't have her ear pierced. Rohan interrupted and said she likes clip on earrings. The lady told that there was no variety in clip on and we had to choose one. We choose a big dangling jhoomkas for my so called sister. It was. Followed by choosing a matching set of bracelets, gold set for neck, maang tika and our Rohan even insisted on a nose ring to which I again felt ashamed. Then she showed some beautiful lehengas and we choose a banarsi one with floral lehenga and shiny blouse and jacket typed dupatta. She took Rohan's measurements and added some room for breasts and butts. Rohan face was lit up and he looked so happy doing it. It was the same Rohan from my college days. I guess I knew them what he used to do in those two hours alone in college. We started to our home but I reminded Rohan that he had no ear piercings so hoe will he wear the earrings. He looked sad but he said he cannot get anything permanent done as people will doubt him. He told me how his parents were forcing him to marry a girl and kept arranging meetups. Because of all this he had stopped going home and even didn't pickup their calls. He told me he did not want to ruin any girls life. I told him that it's just a part of your life and you should accept it. I told him that he may even find some girl who understands all this and accepts him as he is. He really doubted me and said I was saying it because I was his best friend. We really had a moment together and it struck me that I knew a tattoo parlour near my home where we could get his ear pierced. So I just stopped there on our way back and took my confused freind inside and asked that give this man three holes in both ears. Rohan was shell shocked and said why three , he had some old clip on at home and he was fine, he again started his family bullshit but I told him to trust me and told him it will fill up on its own in a few ears. I showed him my one pierced ear and told him it was ok.. He still doubted me and told me he was afraid and to let it go and started walking out. At this moment I became the bully I was in college and told him to get it done quietly and be my little obedientsister for a week or I will slap him and make him one. Now Rohan complied like a little girl and got those 3 holes in his ears. He even gave those girls noises while his ears were pierced. He got gold studs fitted in them and now my Rohan likes a little bit girly. We came back and I told him that for the next week he is my little sister and he has to live full time as one. Rohan was really was really excited and said, "Ok anoop bhaiya," and I felt like a big brother. I said, "But my sister's name cannot be Rohan." To which my sis shyly replied, "How about Riya?" I smiled and she went to change into the new clothes. I also changed and he came back after half an hour wearing a yellow salwar suit with green dupatta. He looked beautiful, he was looking like a short haired sports girl from haryana like kangna in tanu weds manu part 2. I complimented my sis and we watched tv together. The I sat down to drink but my sister refused as she said that she was already too high and it all seemed like a dream. We took some selfies and then she took a lot in her phone while pouting etc while I had a beer and watched cricket. Finally we had dinner coked by her and slept. Next morning I had to leave for office as I had an important client meeting but I told riya to wear the lehenga tonight as I had a surprise planned for her. I spent the whole morning working and during lunch time I got a call from rohan and I said, "Yes brother," but then Rohan said softly that it's me Riya. I said, "Aah yes," and realized my mistake. She asked me if I had lunch to which I replied no. She then told me that she wanted to buy a few more things for the evening like a bindi, some bangles and wanted to go to a beauty parlour also. I told her that that she can do what she wants and I would try to come early. I completed my work by evening and stopped at a local jewellery store and brought a silver anklet for my sister. I went home and rang the bell and she took some time to open the door. When she opened and I saw her my jaw dropped on the floor. Seeing my expression Diya started giggling and I seriously regretted making her my sister. She said that, "bhaiya, you have interrupted my makeup and and please close your mouth. I am your sister you idiot." I felt like shit and quickly went to washroom. I had an erection. God she is beautiful. She had done her eyebrows and waxed her hands which were full of bangles she was wearing the jhumkas that we had purchased earlier and that lehenga looked gorgeous. I was feeling so strange as firstly he was my friend Rohan, secondly he was now a hot girl and stupidly I had called her my sister. Of all these things I was regretting making her my sister the most. In gathered myself and told myself to accept Rohan as Riya. I wanted to take Riya for a lavish dinner tonight. I went out to her room where she was applying lipstick now. I noticed the beautiful kajal inhee eyes. She seemed to be an expert in doing this. I really felt attracted towards her. Why the hell did I make her my sister. I had arranged for a dinner in a fancy restaurant for us. She took another hour to get ready and I noticed her hair was also styled like a girl now with a wig. I took her hand and said, "Come my sister I have a surprise planned for you." Riya was surprised that we were going outside and seed afraid. I understood it and told her that she looked like a beautiful angel right now and even in my stupidity I blurted out that I regretted making her my sister. Riya laughed and agreed to come along. We went to the restaurant where I took her to our table and she found a cake saying, "Happy Birthday Riya." Her eyes were filled with tears and she hugged me. She cut the cake and we took alot of pics. After that we started chatting where Riya told me that she was still unsure if she wanted to live full time as a female. She said that she was just a cross dresser and did not want any surgery. I told her she can be who she wants and I will accept her in any form.She held my hand and thanked me. I told her she was, is and will always be my best friend and I would do anything for her. After dinner we started back.i was driving and Riya was sitting beside me. I kept looking at her all the way and she kept blushing and told me to focus on the road. In this sweet fight I noticed our exit from highway was coming up and I slowed down at last moment and sweared right but I noticed another suv behind me so to avoid it I applied breaks and the car swearwd to the right and the car topped and hit a tree. I blacked out after that. Anoop 2016 I woke up and my eyes were burning. I tried to see my surroundings and it felt like a hospital. I saw my mother standing beside me with a young woman in saree and she had her hands on my forehead. I could see tears flowing from their eyes. She said, "It's miracle! Finally God has answered our prayers." She told me I was in coma since past two years. I was completely shocked and I tried to recall but I could only remember till I heard the news of Rohan attempting suicide. I asked my mother what year it was and she said: 2016. I asked where I was and I came to know that I was in my village. I said I cannot remember the accident and I started getting irritated and all i could see was a woman who resembled the one standing next to my mother and i could see a tree and it gave me an immense headache. On seeing my reaction the woman who was standing next to mother came near me and asked, "Do you remember me?" I tried very hard to remember this woman but it was no avail so I said sorry but I have seen you before who are you? She howled and started crying ver loudly and almost fell on floor. I looked at my mother who told me, "She is your wife Riya." I said it is not possible and I have no wife. On hearing this that woman started howling even louder. I felt very uncomfortable and asked for a doctor. The doctor checked and told me that due head trauma I had lost my memory for a month before the accident. I could remember things before that. After that he asked my mother and my so called wife Riya to avoid stressing me too much. Riya was still crying. My mother told me that you had just met Riya before the accident. "You two returning from a dinner when the accident occurred. You lost your consciousness while Riya escaped with minor bruises. She called us that night and even booked me and you father's tickets. When we reached there we found you were in coma. Riya bore all the expenses and took care of us. But since the expenses were too high we brought you two back to India. Here Riya started a job in nearby by school by the held of your elder brother. She is taking care of you and our family since last two years. You are so lucky that you met her just before the accident." I was at the hospital for 1 more week. During this time I learned to slowly start walking again. Riya and my mom used to come in morning and stay the whole day while my brother used to come at night. I needed their support for my basic needs. It was really frustrating and I used to get angry at my family but they supported me a lot. My mother kept praising my wife while Riya tried to remind me of the events before the accident but all I could remember were flashes of her and Rohan. I was very angry at Rohan because he didnt call me. I asked my mother if he had came to see me but she said that his phone was switched off. I used to keep thinking what happened during those days that he has stopped talking to him. Is he safe? I used to worry if he has harmed himself again and succeeded this time. It was also strange that I woke up after two years in my village and had a wife. Although she was very supportive and beautiful. I was at the hospital for 1 more week. During this time I learned to slowly start walking again. Riya and my mom used to come in morning and stay the whole day while my brother used to come at night. I needed their support for my basic needs. It was really frustrating and I used to get angry at my family but they supported me a lot. My mother kept praising my wife while Riya tried to remind me of the events before the accident but all I could remember were flashes of her and Rohan. I was very angry at Rohan because he didnt call me. I asked my mother if he had came to see me but she said that his phone was switched off. I used to keep thinking what happened during those days that he has stopped talking to him. Is he safe? I used to worry if he has harmed himself again and succeeded this time. It was also strange that I woke up after two years in my village and had a wife. Although she was very supportive and beautiful but i felt trapped somehow as i felt i had no choice here. Even though the sacrifice she had made for me made me really grateful towards her. I was lost in these thoughts when she came suddenly and told me I would be discharged tomorrow. She seemed very happy and said i have brought new clothes for you. The clothes were nice. She came near me and said there was so much that you dont know and she was about to say something more when my father came with sweets in the room. She adjusted the pallu on her head and my father came and hugged me. I wondered what she had to tell. Next day afternoon I was discharged, my father and brother came to pick me up. When I enquired about mother and Riya, I was told thag today was Karwachauth and all girls were fasting. I felt a pinch of love towards Riya and wondered how she would look tonight. We completed the formalities and I was told my therapist would visit me every alternate week. The doctor told me to rest for another six months and then I can resume working. Wr reached home and found Riya waiting with a plate and welcomed us. She was wearing a blue saree and i noticed she had mehendi on her hands which looked beautiful. I kept staring at her and noticed how happy she was to see me back. I already had a huge crush on my wife. We had some food and then I decided to rest till evening. I was woken up by the sound of bangles and payal in my room. I tried to ignore it first but then I heardy bhabhi, mom and Riya helping each other in getting ready. They all were trying different jewellery and discussing makeup. I saw Riya had changed her saree. She was wearing a bright pink saree with golden embroidery on blosue. She looekd incredibly sexy. She was trying different bangles on her mehendi filled hands. I noticed she had made a beautiful bun of her hairs and decorated it with a flower. She was also wearing toe rings, payal, kamarband. She looked so beautiful and spoke in the village slang. I wondered about her previous life in US and wondered about the drastic change in her lifestyle. I was lost in her beauty when my mother noticed I was awake and jokingly told me "Stop staring at her, now get out of the room and sit with your father and let us get ready. Riya smiled and winked at me while I got out of the room. I went outside and sat with my father. He told me how my brother had became a contractor and had good links with officials. He told me how he had helpde Riya in getting her id proofs and names after she had left US with my parents. He told me my brother andy mother had made a few trips to Delhi with Riya. I was half heartedly listeing to my dad while he went on about how Riya slowly accepted life at the village. All i could think abou was Riya and I felt I was getting an erection. I controlled myself somehow and talked about resuming soon. My father told me to wait for 6 months and told me to become healthy first. I started talking to my brothers kids and enquired about their studies. Soon it was pooja time and the moon came up. The girls came out one by one and I was waiting for Riya. She was led by bhabhi who said, "Go ahead bhaiya, stare at her now. Stare at her till morning. She has spent tye whole morning in beauty parlor and whole day getting ready for you." I felt shy and smiled. Riya was wearing a beautiful heavy nose ring which was clipped in her ear. She was wearing studs bin two ear holes while a big jhumka in the main hole which went around her ears. She was holding the prayer plate in her hands which had pink nail paints. Everything about her was perfect. She was made in heaven. I was so in love with her I knew she also loved me. The women passed the plates and looked at the moon followed by their husbands. Then they touched their husbands feet. Riya touched my feet and then she had water from my hands and broke her fast. I hugged her and it felt so good to have her in my arms. She became shy and freed herself and told to mind the elders but I kept holding her hands for a long time. It followed by dinner where my brother invited me to join him at work as he had both his hands full and he neede someone. He told me how choti bahu or Riya helpded him in keeping a track of finances as well and it further impressed me of how Riya had kept my whole family together in my absence. He told me his kids used to sleep with choti bahu and loved hearing stories from her. He jokingly told me that from tonight they will sleep in his room so I could make some kids of my own. I laughed and asked him to stop messing with me. Afterwards we retired to our rooms and I sat and waited for the choti bahu to complete kitchen work. She came and I got up and quickly bolted the door behind her and she started laughing. She had brought some rose petals and decorated our bed and sat in the moddle like a bride. My legs trembled as I moved towards the bed and I could see she was shaking as well. She had put the veil all over her head and all I could see were the lower part of her nose ring. I remember seeing the same nose ring was used by mother when I was younger. Behind the ring were her bright pink lips which I could not wait to kiss. With trembling hands i opened the veil and saw her beautiful face. She looked like a princess and I felt my organ becoming hard. But Riya procedded to hide her face with haer hands. I expressed and sigh and forcibily removed her hands. I proceeded to kiss her lips but she turned her face so I could only kiss her cheeks. I turned her hand and smooched her lips. It was pure bliss kissing her. We both would remember that kiss forever. We kissed for a few mins befor Riya pushed me away saying she was out of breath. I kissed her again and she asked me to slow down. It was the first time we both were together and I wanted to ask her what she wanted to tell me. But what men would want to waste time talking when such a hot girl was with him. So I proceeded to make her lie down. I removed my kurta and got on top of her and started kissing her neck and face. She again tried to hide herself but I pinned her hands with mine and continued to kiss her randomly. She started moaning softly and her body started moving like a sine wave. I pressed her breasts but I wanted more so i lifted her back and unhooked her blouse and I saw she was wearing a pink bra. I kissed her exposed boobs which she was trying to hide with her hands filled with bangles and mehendi but I removed them and continued kissing. I unhooked the bra also and removed it from her and threw it on floor. I could now see her huge breasts and they were sl soft and squishy. She continued to moan slowly which made me hard as a rock and I pressed her boobs with all my strength. She cried with pain and begged me to do it slowly. I sucked her boobs with all my will and waggled my tongue around her nipples. It was great and I even bit her a few times but she cried and told me not to use any teeth. I removed my pants now and asked her to remove her saree. She asked me if i could remove the jewellery as it was hurting her. I removed her nose rings and jhumkas, she also removed her bangles and I helped her in removing her heavy saree. She felt very shy and got inside the blanket to remove her peticot and now she was only in her panties. She asked me to switch off the lights I jumped inside the bed and kissed her panties. I kissed her pussy and removed her panties, she said no and tried to close her legs but I spread them wide and started kissing her pussy. She started moaning and screaming. Her whole body was shaking and she started pressing her boobs herself. She placed my hand on her boobs and I continued using my tongue for a minute and she kept shaking and that she forcibly removed me and told me to stop or else she would die. I washed my face and was back for next round but she was completely exhausted and wanted a break. But I hadnt come yet so she agreed to stroke me and kissed my dick she used her tongue and licked my dick for a while first slowly and then wildly. I also touched her wherever I could and told her to let me put it inside. After a few mins she smiled and agreed and then got up and sat on me putting my dick inside her. She let out a scream and I had to put a hand on her mouth to avoid waking up others. I fucked her as hard as I could and soon came inside her. I just felt awesome and laid besides her.She got up and washed herself and then we slept in each other's arms. The next morning I was woken up by Riya when she was trying to release herself from my grasp. I knowing tightened my grip and told her she has to give a blowjob if she wants to get up from the bed. She laughed and refused and we settled for a kiss. After waking up she went to bath and I was still feeling sleepy so I slept again but after 30 mins I was again woken up by tiny droplets from her wet hair. I opened my eyes and saw her standing in green chiffon saree and the earrings and nose pin were back. She was looking amazing and hot. She was getting ready and applied mascara, eyeliner, kajal, lipstick and what not. She told me to get up and apply sindoor on her forhead to which I happily obliged. I was feeling so good to have her as my wife we started talking. "Riya, I am so happy to have you as my wife, although I do not remember how we met and anything about our marriage but I promise you that I will start again. I will woe you again, we will date and we will go through everything again. Consider it as a new chapter." "It's ok Anoop, do not stress yourself. Even if you do not do anything I will love you for I owe my existence to you. Last two years were very tough and my family hasn't talked to me even once after I told them about marrying you. You are my life now and taking care of us and our family is all that matters. Your family has adopted me like a daughter and given me love and respect. Initally it was very strange and hard for me to live like in a village but your mom has taught me everything now. And as far as your memory is concerned I will either wait for it to come back or I will let it be like it is as you may not believe what has happened." "Oh, it's so sad that you do not talk to your family, I will definetly make it up to them. I married their daughter and it's my job to see that they accept us. No matter what. And please tell me how we met and how we married. I want to know it all." "I will not tell you anything and you do not worry about my family, we will talk to them when the time comes. Now please let me go as I have to prepare breakfast for the whole family and leave for school. You also get up and get ready to help your brother in his work." Few months passed like this. I used to go to therapy for my memory issues to the city. Initally Riya used to come with me but she found it tough to take out time from housework and school. She also took tution classes as the cost of therapy was high. I worked with my brother and tried to learn his work. Meanwhile, I was refreshing my earlier job knowledge and was planning to resume work as early as possible. Life was slowly coming back on track but I therapy was not going anywhere. All I saw in therapy was Rohan telling me something and then I used to see me and Riya doing dinner. I also had snaps of doing shopping with sometimes Rohan and sometimes Riya. I used to call Rohan but all his numbers were not in use now. I asked my classmates but none of them had heard from Rohan from the same time I went in coma. It was giving me a lot of stress and I finally decided to visit Rohan's family. I lied at home about an emergency therapy session and went to Rohan's hometown. Riya knew something was fishy and was about to call the clinic to check but somehow I convinced her. I had visited Rohan's house many times and his family knew me. I reached his town and saw that his house also had gone old. It was a huge bunglow which used to be bumming with servents and pets. I guessed his father had retired by now. A servent met me at the gate and recognized me. He escorted me inside and I was asked to sit on the sofa. His father came and shook hands with me. It took a second for him to recognize me and instantly he lost his temper. "You bastard! You took my son from me and now you dare to enter my house. I will shoot you dead. Get out you piece of shit." He was shouting hysterically and I was completely shocked and dumbfounded. I told him I had no idea where Rohan was and I was really sorry but he listened nothing and kept abusing me. Finally Rohan's mother came and calmed down his father. "He has lost his son because of you, his only son, the hier to all this property." "I loved Rohan aunty, he was my best friend. If I knew he hasn't contacted you too I would have slapped the hell out of him. But aunty I have lost my memory after an accident and I really do not know what happened in past two years. The last thing I remember was Rohan attempting suicide and me travelling to meet him." "Son, Rohan died in that accident that night with you." "But Aunty, Rohan was not in the car, I remember having dinner with my wife and she was the one who was with me this whole time. I hate myself for not even remembering how we met, the woman who has supported me like a rock all this time, who left her job in US to be a village wife. I cannot believe that anyone would care so much about someone." "You are lucky son to have Riya has your wife. She is wonderful." "Aunty, how do you know my wive's name, did you visit us when I was in coma?" "No son, Rohan is Riya." She said those words and left the room. I couldn't believe my ears and sat there for a long time. I came out and brought a ciggerate and smoked after many years. Rohan was with me all this time. My best friend never left my side. He even went a step further and became my wife. I was having doubts about such a great person. My memory also started getting clearer now. I remembered how Rohan used to crossdress and that was why he tried to end his life. I remembered everything now. I thought I have fucked my friend. He has a vagina now. I wondered when and how did he decided to become Riya. I caught a bus back to home and reached there by night. It was already dinner time and Riya was serving everyone. I sat on the table. She looked at me and smiled. I tried to find my friend Rohan in that face but I could not make it out. Her manners and the way she talked and moved had no trace of Rohan anywhere. She looked at me staring at her and knew something was suspicious. We had dinner and retired to our rooms. She came inside and changed into a nighty and lied besides me. She came near me and asked directly, "You went to my home. Didn't you?" "No no! I went to doctor, I already told you earlier." "Anoop, I know your lying face yaar, stop this charade. I can be myself infront of you know and she hit me on my groin with her knee." "What the hell Rohan, you haven't done this since college." "Stop shouting you idiot, everybody will start searching for Rohan otherwise." "You piece of shit, why did you go through so much for me. You could have just told my parents the truth and lived your life in US." "I fell in love with you." "But .. but.. your whole life.. your whole career is gone yaar, you could have been so much more in your career." "I did what I thought I had to, what I thought was right." "But why did you get a complete sex change, I thought you just enjoyed crossdressing." "I couldn't lie to your parents. They are such good people. Also your brother came to know about me and he told me it was for the best if I did it. It was your brother who paid for the operation and told my parents too" "What.. why would he do that.. did he force you? Tell me the truth Rohan, I will kill him." "No, he has kids and wife, moreover now that you are back we can move back to US, I want to leave it all behind and start a new life with you." "Oh Rohan, I do not know what happened behind my back and what the hell you had to go through, but I promise you I would make it all better." "I know you would, now go back to sleep, I am too tired. In morning there is a pooja at 8 am in neighbour's house and I have to go and help her." "Oh boy, ok let's sleep." And they hugged each other and slept. Over the next 6 months they applied for Visa again. Anoop's company accepted him back and Riya underwent all the official documentation and applied for a depended visa as Anoop's wife. They moved back to the US and slowly Riya also started working. No one can tell now that she wasn't born a woman. No one can tell that they are not any ordinary couple. No one knows that Riya was forced to be a woman by Anoop's brother. Riya is now far away from him and happy. She was just a crossdresser and misses her old self sometimes but she is happy with all the love she gets from Anoop as a woman and her old habbit is always satisfied as she is always dressed in most feminie attire. She has now accpeted her new life and is happy.