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I was a normal man working at shoe factory in Delhi. I had a simple life but I was an introvert guy and I was nervous around ladies and avoided them. I was one of 13 children of my parents and most of them were in bihar. I was thin and had a normal lifestyle. It all started when a guy called Salman Siddiqui joined my office. He was around 35 years old but he looked younger as he was very muscular. He was around 6 feet 4 inches tall and had a dark complexion. He worked in the same room as I did and he said he was pretty new in town. He was very friendly with me and we used to have smoke together. After a few days he invited me for a drink. We got drunk and started telling our personal stories. He told me about his village and asked me about my family. I came to know that he had 5 children and a wife back in a village in eastern UP. It was a fun night otherwise and our friendship became stronger. We soon started having lunch together and he was a great cook. He was living with some of his relatives but apparently he was not very happy and was searching for a rented home. After he got his first salary he invited me for drinks on a weekend. We went to a bar and he soon became emotional and started telling how much he missed his wife and his family.. He said that he has not lived alone since many years and started crying. I felt confused seeing a big man like him cry and everybody was watching us. To avoid further embarrassment and as a friend I offered him my place to stay for some days as I lived alone. He jumped on this and immediately agreed to my offer. He immediately paid the tab and told me that he will collect his luggage from his relatives and come with me tonight. I had not expected it too soon and tried to say he could come from tomorrow or from next month. He seemed to pay no heed and said it is already tomorrow my friend. I am a great cook and your life will become easy from now. We booked the cab and went to my home. Since I lived in a 1bhk apartment, I offered him to sleep on the couch but he asked me will I mind if he sleeps on the bed with me as he doesn't want to sleep alone. I said it was small for two people and as I was completing my sentence he was already in my bed. I reluctantly got into the bed and he was asleep in a few minutes. I also went to sleep. At some point in night I found he started hugging me tightly from behind. He was murmuring his wife's name. I tried to remove his grasp but he was strong. He had his hand on my waist and was spooning me. I could even feel his organ. I was very ashamed and released myself somehow. It woke him up and he realized his mistake but said that is how he has slept with his wife for 12 years and assured that he would get over in a few days. Same thing happened the next day but this time he said sorry in advance. Soon after he slept he had hands in my waist again. I turned away from him but he turned towards me and spooned me. It was very uncomfortable as it felt that I was totally covered by him. I ignored it as he had said sorry earlier. We slept like that and when I woke up he was already up with breakfast and he said he was very sorry and promised to control himself in a few days. However, it became a norm - everyday he would say sorry but do the same thing in night and again apologize in morning. I also ignored it and hoped he would get over it. Some days he tried to grope my chest also but since there was nothing to grope his hands used to go back to waist. I used to feel invaded sometimes but slowly started to accept it and made peace with it. He used to do a lot of household work and made breakfast and lunch. Dinner was my job. I was saving more also in this arrangement. After 3 months he got drunk again and started crying, he was missing how he and his wife used to go out and watch movies. He then opened his suitcase and showed me a burqa. He showed me two tickets for the late night show. I understood and said no immediately to which he said that since we were sleeping together since past 3 months he thought it would be ok. I told him that I was just trying to help him, I reminded him I was his friend not his wife but he again started crying and pleaded. I refused many times but he insisted so finally I said yes. I started to wear it over my shirt and jeans but he laughed and said people would see through you in bright areas. He went back and came with a suit and a purse. He told me to change so that people don't suspect. I agreed and changed. It was a strange feeling. When I came back he told me to sit and opened the purse and took out a nail polish and took my hands and painted them. I sat there like an idiot man wearing burqa and nail polish just to please another man. After that we were ready to go. It felt very strange wearing the suit and the black burqa. It was like I was hidden from the world now. The whole word thought of me as a girl but inside this garment I was still a man trying to help a friend. He brought his bike and I started sitting like a man with legs on boths side. Salman laughed and told to sit like a lady wirh both legs on one side. It was hard to sit like that and he started driving fast and I was forced to hold him tight to maintain balance. At a redlight I saw another girl sitting behind her boyfriend and wondered what I was doing. We watched the movie and he held my hand for the whole time. When we came.back I started removing the clothes but he again pleaded me to wear them.for that night. I said it would be very awkward for me but he insisted. We went to bed like that. He held me very tightly and started addressing me as zoobi and started kissing my neck and back I told him to stop but he didn't listen he rubbed his organ behind me back and I guess he ejaculated there as I found stains on my burqa the next day. When we woke up he was still adressing me as.zoobi, it was a sunday and now he wanted to buy some more dresses for me. I almost said yes but it didnt felt right. I was not ready to for all that. i made an excuse that i had to meet a friend. salman was not expecting this reaction. He said that he had planned the whole day for us. I insisted that I had to go and started getting ready in my male clothes. I removed my nail polish which saddened him further. He started asking questions about this friend. He wanted me to write down his address, contact details and the time by which I would be back. I was very angry and wanted to shout on him but a part of me thought that he was just being protective. I said I will call you after reaching and left. He offered to drop me but I refused. I went to a cafe and had a smoke after ages. I tried to think and make sense of yesterday and the past 3 months. I was slowly being turned into a woman? I promised myself i would tell him to leave my flat. I decided to be tough. No one had dared to ask me where i was going since i had left home 5 years ago. I am a man and I cannot let another man take control of my life. I thought that I would ask him about his wife and why were they not together. I will tell him to bring his whole family here so that he leaves me alone. I reached home in the evening. salman made tea and started asking about the friend. He noticed I had smoked and told me to stop smoking. I said it was none of his business to which he reacted very strongly and slapped me. It was the first time anyone had slapped me after school. Instead of getting angry, I became upset and went to my room and locked the door. There were tears in my eyes, I thought that six months ago if someone had hit me I would have fighted back but today I ran into my room like a girl. He came to the door knocking loudly and said he was sorry. I shouted at him and told him to leave my house. he said that he has started seeing his wife in me. I got even more angry and shouted, "I am a man you idiot, I have a dick. Go bring your wife here and fuck her. leave me alone please." I started sobbing. It was the first time I was crying in years. what had he done to me. I controlled myself and went out. He fell on my feet and said sorry. I asked him to bring his wife here and live happily. He replied that he had 8 kids and parents. His wife was taking care of them. He took out a framed photo from his suitcase and showed me. It was from his wedding, his wife was really very beautiful and looked like a princess. She wore a mughal maang teeka and big nose ringh. Seeing her and listening to her story, I calmed down. We agreed that he will sleep in drawing room from now. He said that he was just taking care of me. He loved me as a friend and never forced me for anything. I had agreed to everything myself. I realized he was right and decided to be firm. We slept in different rooms that night. It was very hard to sleep alone after sleeping with arms wrapped around me for so long. I missed his warm embrace, somehow I spent the night. In morning I noticed that even salman hadnt slept properly. It was even more difficult the next day and on the third day I decided to invite him back to bed. He smiled and said that "See it's you who is calling me, I am not making you do anything." I said, "Shut up and come." He held me tight and I slept like a baby that day. He agreed to not force me into anything but something had changed inside me only. After a few weeks I booked movie tickets and told him. He happily brought the burqa and nail polish. This time he added bangles and a sandal. It was high heeled and I was afraid initially but he helped me practice. I sat behind him like his wife and held him tightly and we watched the movie. After coming home he again insisted to sleep in those clothes. I agreed this time and he kissed me on my cheek. I blushed and slept. This became a regular practice now. Every weekend we used to go for a movie. Salman always added something everyweek. After nails, he brought a lipstick. I didn't know how to use it and he helped me. He showed me a video and I practiced infront of him. He told me to grow my hair also. I was OK with these minor things until he shocked me by bringing a panty and a bra. He saw the anger in my face and told me again it was my choice. I said I am not comfortable so he kept it in my almirah. We repeated the same thing. One day when he was not at home I tried the bra and panty and saw myself in the mirror. I hated the hairs on my body and decided to shave all of them. I loved my new smooth skin. My bra felt empty so I filled it up with some old colthes. I admired my female avtar for a long time and just then bell rang. Salman came back and I hurriedly wore a white tshirt over the red bra. I hoped he would not notice but I understood when he smiled and said that finally I have agreed for the bra. I blushed and asked how was it looking. He said I looked very nice. At night when we came to bed I was still wearing it and thats when he said that he loved me for this first time. I felt a surge of happiness and hugged him tightly. I had started liking his touch on my body. I turned towards him on our bed, held his face close to fine and said in the most femine way, "I love you too but I am no woman dear, we both are two men pretending to be man and woman." Tears filled my eyes. "I do not care, you are a woman for me. I love my wife but since I met you I started seeing her in you, I can't wait for the day we are officially married." "We cannot get married, it's still illegal here." "We can, if you want." "What do you mean?" "You know, we can legally change your name, gender etc." "I will have to give up everything, what will I do? God forbid If something happens to you tomorrow, where will I go, I cannot go and clap with hijras, I am not that strong. I will kill myself before that." "Don't you dare say anything like that, I will never go away." "I know but we can't control fate dear, I cannot work at the factory as a woman." "I have a friend who runs a parlour, you can learn makeup etc there, I have helped him a lot, he will agree to anything I say." "But I will not earn as much as I do here." "Yes, but I am getting a promotion, together we can survive." "What about your wife and kids, we cannot leave them behind." "No, you will be my 2nd wife, we will go the village after marriage together. We kissed for the first time after that, I had decided to become a woman that night. I told him I will see a psychatrist and start hormones, he was very happy. The next day I saw a doctor and got the hormones. Salman was very happy and he gifted me a pack of 10 bras and panties. They were colorful and silky and full of laces, I tried all of them and showed hi, also. He came and lifted me and we kissed. It was magical. There were feelings inside me which told me I was enjoying a kiss with another man but I ignored them and enjoyed the love and attention that he gave to me. I told him we will wait for sex till I get a reassignment surgery. He agreed, we both knew that it would be very awkward to have sex till I have a penis. Next week it was eid. I decided to quit my job and start the makeup lessons at his friend's anwar boutique. Anwar was a slightly effeminate guy who was an expert beautician. Salman introduced me to him and he addressed me as bhabhi . It was very cute when he said that and I blushed. He started teaching me the basics of makeup and I was his mannequin for that. I learnt the power of makeup. Anwar changed me into a complete woman by makeup. I started learning slowly and learnt how to do threading, waxing, facial, haircuts etc. Within a few months I learned the basics and started getting better. My body also changed a lot phsyically. My breasts were a B cup now and my penis had shrunk a lot. Skin was very soft and I had long hairs which were styled by Anwar into a beautiful natural wavy look. I looked like a young girl now. I used to dress as woman 24x7. At night I used to wear a nighty and sleep cuddled with my future husband. I also got my ears pierced and started wearing beautiful jhumkas and earrings. HRT had changed my body a lot. Earlier I had no problems in lifting boxes and heavy stuff but now I was unable to lift even an empty cylinder. Earlier I used to carry it till the vehicle. I had to embarrassingly call Salman and wait for him to do it. It was very frustrating to see my body getting weaker. I was loosing the muscles from my arms and legs and they began to look very slender. Salman used to ask me to wear bangles all the time as he loved their sound. I also started noticing the attention that men gave me now. Burqa or salwaar suit made no difference. All eyes used to scan my chest and ass. It was very humiliating initially but I got used to it. I also started getting lewd and sexist comments. Salman also changed a lot. He was very protective now, I had to always share my gps location with him while he refused to share it with me. He used to control my diet also as he wanted to keep me thin. He also started getting very controlling and told me how to behave and how to talk. I had to keep my voice low and address him as my husband. On the other hand women were very friendly with me. They used to tell me their secrets very easily and I made some good friends in boutique. A few rich ladies started calling me to my home and I started getting some side income too. I used to spend it on medicines and save for my surgeries. I used to go to weddings to apply makeup and mehndi and used to earn tips for that. Salman used to drop me and pick me up. We acted like man and wife outside our home. I also got clearance for my final surgeries and Salman decided to get married soon after that. I decided to get the breast implants and sex reassignment done on the same day as I got a cheaper deal using that. But it was a bit costly, I paid everything that I saved and Salman was paying the rest as mehr for marriage. I was admitted to a clinic in Delhi 4 days before sugery. I was on liquid diet for 2 days before sugery and I woke up after 3 days and was covered in bandages. My chest was paining like hell and I was totally numb below the waist. It was a really painful time. After 10 days the bandages from my chest were removed and I saw my beautful D size breasts for the first time. I also felt their weight which forced me to change my stance. Also they used to get sore easily and I needed sports bras to keep them ok. It took a while to get used to them. At bottom my bandages were removed after 3 weeks. I was really afraid when the doctor gave me the dilators and I was shocked at seeing the largest one. It was twice the size of what I had before. Doctor had also shave my adams apple and now I could not speak for 1 month. The bra straps used to bury deep in my shoulders. Life was tough as a woman. Dilation was the hardest part of transition. It felt very strange that where I had a dick for so many years, I had a hole now and the strangest thing was it still had the skin of my penis which felt good when I rubbed it. The dilator used to dissappear inside me and it used to make my cry sometimes with pain. I dreaded the idea of having Salman's organ down there. I had to dilate 6 times a day for 1 hour each. I was a total mess and I used to be irritable and tried to shout but I couldn't speak and hit Salman for no fault of his. He understood it all but he used to tease and touch my parts regularly. He used to squeeze my boobs at night and it felt good to have a strong man beisdes me. I wanted to be with him forever as soon as possible and give him what he wanted for so long but I used to shiver when I thought of sex as it was still painful down there. It was very strange to dilate daily. I used to cry and regret my decision sometimes when it hurt. We decided to get married 3 months after the surgery. Anwar called his sisters to help me for the bridal shopping. Muskaan and Samaira were the sweetest little sisters anyone could have had. Anwar introduced me as Salmans girlfriend who had ran away from her home to marry him. "Baji, howcome your nose is not pierced?" Muskaan asked one day. I was shocked but Salman saved me. "In her family it is done before the wedding." Samaira said, "Oh you have missed so many things. Is it ok if we pierce it now?" Salman again jumped in. "Yes yes, it is ok now. She was waiting till marriage for this." We went to the parlour and Muskaan got the piercing gun. She gave me three additional holes in each ear and one in nose. They gave a big jhumka for the main hole and diamiond studs in other. They had a special nathuni for my nose. When I asked them from where did they get all these, I was told that Salman had given them and instructed them what was to be done. I felt very beautiful and felt complete as a woman after being adorned with jewellery. They gave me diamond facials, manicure, pedicure and full body waxing which was very painful. I was sitting there and thinking how half the world goes through this regularly and men have everything so easy. As a man I had never even cut my pubic here but now these girls were giving my brazillian waxing on my private parts. I was doing it for Salman I thought and went through with it. At then end I looked like an actress from bollywood. We had 3 weeks before marriage so we have to shop very fast. I gave an add in the news paper announcing the change of name from Rohit to Zoobi Salman Siddiquie. I aslo got my sex changed in the official documents and now I was legally a woman. I felt proud when I saw my new pic in saree on my official ID card. Us 3 girls had a lot of work to do. We roamed the whole delhi for the best lehenga for me. It was very difficult to get it stiched on time but we somehow got a designer copy which was worn by Deepika Padukne in a movie. I immediately fell in love with it. The tailor agreed to deliver it and we paid advance. The we moved to shopping for undergarments, Muskaan helped in choosing as I was too shy to choose a night dress. When I tried them, i felt so ashamed the way they exposed my boobs. My bare back and legs made shiver and I felt attracted towards the girl I saw in mirror. It gave me pleasure and my hands moved towards the flat space between my legs and I realized it was me. I stared into the woman and wondered how much I have changed. Muskaan came back with another dress and saw tears in my eyes. She told me" One day every woman has to go through it didi, be strong. I know you would have wanted you parents and sisters here who would have guided you" I wiped my tears and nodded. We selected a dress and wrapped up the dresses. Next we moved on to jewellery. I tried many kinds of nose rings and finally decided on the largest bridal nath(nose ring) I could get. I selected a rajasthani choker(necklace) and golden bangles and payal. Maangtika was again a kundan set. An aunty who was there with me helped me in getting ready by tying my necklace from behind and helped me with pinning the nose ring and maang tika in my hair. She blessed for the wedding and hoped I was a mother soon. I knew I will never be a mother but I had thought that I will treat Salman's kids as my own and be their Choti ammi. Soon the wedding day came and my hands and legs were convered with heena.I had not told anyone in family or friend circle as I was too ashamed and it was only Salman's friend and relatives. I wore the lehenga and the jewellery and looked at myself. I got ready on time and I was alone in the dressing room for almost 2 hours when I decided to dilate myself in preparation of the wedding night. It felt good to have my heena laden hands filled with bangles, dark red nail polish holding the dilator and pushing it in and out. I imagined that I will not need this after today. My feminine hands will soon hold Salman's penis and I felt satisfied that our journey was coming to a climax today. It had been almost 1 year since he came into my life and from being a normal man he has made me into this beautiful hot bride who can't wait for the night. I completed the session and saw some nail polish was damanged so I applied a fresh coat and was drying it when Muskaan came and told "Salman bhai is here. He is looking so handsome in a Sherwani. Ohh!! look how you are blushing." I was red, Muskaan and her friends sat with me and sand some traditional songs. Meanwhile the Quazi came and asked me if I agreed to take Salman as my husband "Ji Qubool hai, Qubool hai, Qubool hai." Quzai went outside and after sometime I head a loud cheer and I understood that Salman aslo has taken me as his wife. After this there was a tradition to see each other in a mirror. My face was covered and I was taken to the hall where Salman was there. They made us sit together with a purdah in between and kept a mirror infront of us. My veil was removed and I slowly opened my eyes and saw him smiling on me. He said, "Zoobi my life, I love you." I held his hand and squeezed to express my love. He looked so smart in the white sherwani. After this there was a long photo session and we posed in various modes. I loved dancing round him in circles while he stood at centre. Then he lifted me and I was blushing. I also posed alone for pictures and held my nose ring with both my hands, a pose which I had wanted to do from the moment I had decided to be a woman. It gave me immense satisfaction. It was followed by dinner where we ate from each other hands. Then it was the time of vidaai and I cried on Muskaans shoulder. She was the only relative I had. I was starting to get worried about the night. We sat in a car and started from the hotel. Salman kissed me in the car while I was crying. I told him to wait but he said he had waited too long and kissed me again. He was holding the back of head and my hairs were getting pulled which left me in pain. He started pressing my boobs and I pleaded him to wait as there were a lot of necklaces above them and they were hurting my soft skin. He was not listening to anything. When we reached hotel, Salman lifted me from the car and took me to the room. I was ashamed and tried to keep my lehenga intact and my breasts covered and felt very powerless. I remembered how initially we both were almost of same figure but now after the hormones and operation I had become very weak. We reached the room and he threw me on bed and jumped over me. I started trying to remove my jewellery especially the nose ring as it was just between our faces and hurting me a lot but Salman ordered to let it be. He wanted me underssed but the jewellery had to be worn. I complied as the wife and let him remove the lehenga, blouse and now I was in bra and panty alongwith all the jewellery. He was directly above me and holding my hands very tightly, a few glass bangles broke and got inside my skin and I cried with pain but Salman was lost in lust. He was just kissing and biting me everywhere. He was biting my nipples so hard and kissing my neck and shoulders. He was above me and I was trapped below him. Tears were in my eyes from the pain. I imagined if all women go through the same pain. He then removed his own clothes and unleashed his dick. It was bigger then my biggest dilator. He put my hands on it and told me to give a blow job. I refused and he immediately slapped me and forced my head on it. With tears in eyes and I tried to hold that mamoth organ in my hand but it was bigger than my both hands and I started rubbing it up and down. The damn thing grew even bigger and then he took my head and forced my mouth on it. I tried to resist but as I opened my mouth he pushed the dick inside my mouth. I started licking it with my lips but he wanted my tongue on it. There were hairs and I felt like vomiting but I did that too with tears. In a few mins of the worst time of my life ever he came inside my mouth an filled it with cum. He ordered me to swallow it and I did that and started crying loudly. There was cum dripping from side of my mouth. Salman paid no heed to my tears and told me to prepare my vagina. He said that he had paid so much money on me for my new organ and now he owned me. I said I was not ready as his dick was too big. He burst out laughing and started removing my panties. He forced me to spread my legs and kept them on his shoulders and inserted his dick in one stroke inside me. It felt like someone had put a hot iron rod inside me. It made my hold body shiver and I felt a sharp pain. It was like some stitches inside me neo vaigna had came off and I felt a sharp pain there. He started pushing harder and I cried and shouted in pain, begging him to stop. I cursed him, I cursed myself for letting him do this to me. I hated all of it. It was so demeaning but my husband paid no heed. When he saw the blood coming out he happily said that he had taken my virginity. Due to loss of blood and pain I passed out. Next morning I woke up in a hospital with a drip on my hand. There were bandages on my groin area and I felt pain in my whole body due to bite marks and roughing. I was wearing a hospital gown. The doctor who had done my operation earlier came in asked me if I want to file a rape case against my husband. He said that he had never seen such damage to a neovagina earlier and was sure I was raped mercilessly. I told him that I wanted to report but I was totally dependent on him financially and I had no option. After he was gone I saw Samaira who came in and said that Salman had admitted me and called her. He would comeback in the evening. I slept again and Salman woke me up. He had brought some biryani and he fed me by his own hands. I was still hurting and asked him, "Is this why you married me? To rape me like this?" "Shut up Zoobi, you are a wife and a wife must ensure that her husband is happy." "You almost killed me, raped me and made me do unspeakable things. Is this how you show your love?" Salman slapped me infront of Samaira and I started sobbing again. He went away. After 1 week I was discharged and as soon I reached home I was raped again. This became a routine slowly. My body got used to it. I used to get up early and prepare breakfast for him. He liked to have a blow job before going to office. After he went to office I used to wash clothes and go to parlour. He picked me up in evening and we fucked twice every night. An year passed and now Salman was bored with me. We still had sex daily but I could see that he was loosing interest in me. I used to dress up as pretty as I could. He also started getting irritated on little things like food being undercooked or overcooked, amount of sugar in tea etc. I started worrying about my future with him. One day he announced that on the next eid he wanted to take me to his hometown. I resisted as I was worried he would leave me there but it was useless. He booked a train and we reached the nearest station and took a bus to his Village. It was a small village where everyone knew each other. I was wearing a burqa and Salman was carrying our luggage. I reached his home and saw his Dad who was fat and bald and had the same height. He was looking at my body with lustful eyes. Her mother was old and she welcomed me to her house. As expected his first wife Reena was very angry with me as I had stolen her husband. She came out and told me that I will always be the second wife. Then Salman introduced me to his 5 children. They were Sayyed, Alisha, Rehan, Taha and little Heena. They all called me Choti Ammi. It was cute to listen Ammi from there mouth. Reena started giving me work immediately. I helped her in making lunch and dinner. We served the whole house together. I wanted to please her as she may have negative feelings towards me for snatching her man away. She was ok with me. The house had 3 rooms, 1 was occupied by his parents and 1 by kids, 1 room was on the 1st floor where Reena and Salman went to sleep. I was hoping that he would spend the first night with me but those two were meeting after almost 2 years so I gave them time and went to the kids room to sleep. There were two beds which were already occupied by kids. I decided to go to 1st floor and ask Reena for an additional mattress to sleep. I went to the roof and found the kissing. Salman was fondling her breasts. I was really upset and shocked to see them like. Salman shouted on seeing me and told me that I was the second woman here. Reena's face turned red and she shouted, "What do you want witch? Can't you let me spend one night with my man" "I just need a mattress to sleep," I said holding back my tears. "Take from the store room!!" Reena replied. "And don't you dare to need anything for the night," Salman shouted. I came back sobbing and found the old smelly mattress. I laid it next to the kids bed and slept on it. I had dreams where I was still a man and I was kissing Reena. I dreamt that I had an erection in my penis and I was about to fuck her when Salman came from behind and laughed. I tried to touch for penis and it was a flat vagina. The room turned into the one where my first night was spent where Salman was fucking me me. I woke up and found myself sweating. Next day her parents woke me up at 5. I had to fill water from handpump and sweep the whole house. Reena and Salman came down at 8. They looked like they had sex all night long. Salman was looking light headed and joked with me that I was much tighter than Reena. I blushed and Reena gave me an angry look. I had prepared breakfast and Reena made the children ready for school. I went with the kids to drop them and introduced myself as their 2nd mother at the school. I came back and found Reena and Salman locked in a room again. I made the lunch and spent time with his parents None of them had any clue that I was a man before and they treated me like a woman. His parents started asking me to give them more grand kids and I got worried thinking that I was not a real woman. Just a man redesigned to look as a woman on the outside maybe. Inside I was still a man. After last night's dream my mind was filled with doubts. I found his mother sweet and she was treating me like her daughter but his father Abdullah was just staring at my chest. It was very creepy. I spent the rest of the day in the kids room talking with them. Reena and Salman came down and went out for dinner at some friend's place. I was not invited. I made dinner and fed his parents and kids. I was waiting for them to come back and waited for them. I was sitting in the verandah waiting for them and I dozed off. I was woken up by his mother in morning. I noticed that Salman and Reena hadn't returned. I checked my phone and found a message from Salman. "Reena wants to see the city. Take care of my parents and we will be back soon." I was shocked beyond words. He had turned me into a woman and left me in his village as a maid for his parents and kids while he took his first wife to city. To live in my flat, where I had accommodated him, not long ago. I sat there sobbing and alone. Soon the kids woke up and started asking for breakfast and searching for their mother. I told them that I was their mother now and their elder mom had gone with their father to the city. I cooked for them and sent them to school. I cleaned the house, washed the clothes. I spent the day doing chores but tears kept rolling from my eyes. I was hoping Salman would call and apologize for doing this. I messaged him continuously but got no replies. At evening mother went out to buy some groceries and his father saw me alone in my room. He came inside and told me to prepare tea for him. I made it but as I was serving it to him he held my hand and kissed it. I pulled my hand back and he started laughing. I ran back into my room crying again. I had no option but to accept all this as my fate. I could not run away. Kids needed to looked after and parents also needed support. I tried to avoid being alone with father but he found ways to touch me inadvertently. Sometimes he would press my ass or pinch my boobs. Other times he would grab me from behind while I was cooking. It was really humiliating but I had to accept it. I waited for Salman to come back. He never called me but he used to call his parents. I started looking for some job in the village to earn some money. I started teaching some girls basic maths and english and it gave me some savings. Father wasn't too happy about it and complained to Salman over phone one day. I immediately got a call from Salman asking me to stop working as no women worked in his family. I reminded him of my work in parlour and he told me that was city and this was village. I cut his fone and ignored him for a few days. He called daily and messaged me to stop. Then one day I got a call from an unknown number. He introduced himself as qazi of a local mosque and I found Salman was on the other end. Salman shouted on me for not stopping to work and shouted "talaq" three times. I felt the ground shift under me. I was now a divorced woman. I ran to his mother and complained. I begged her to ask Salman to take it back. I noticed the father grinning as if he knew it was going to happen. I frantically called Salman and Reena but they didn't reply. Mother was the only hope for me. After a few days I got a call from the qazi that Salman was ready to take me back but I had to undergo a "Nikah Halala". It meant that I had to sleep with someone else. I understood everything now. Father and son had planned this thing together to enable him to sleep with me. Abdullah was thrilled on hearing this and asked me to get ready as a wife. I had to comply and her mother gave the traditional jewellery. I wanted to run away and kill myself but where would I go? Who would accept me or give me work? I had no option but to sleep with his father. I was dressed in a red saree. I wore a big nose ring and earrings with a matching necklace. I was give a glass of milk and waited for his father. The rascal came in drunk, he was very filthy and he had no patience to take off my clothes and simply tore them apart. I laid there as a dead animal and let him do whatever he wanted. He pressed my boobs and immediately inserted his penis. I looked sideways and closed my eyes but the old asshole went on for 30 mins. He came inside me and slept on me and started snoring loudly. I pushed him aside and slept. Next morning Salman was back with Reena. We were getting married again that night. I couldn't look him in the eye but he was as unbashed as ever. I saw him laughing with his father. The two bastards discussing my body obviously. I felt like an object which was passed around for fun. Soon it was night and I had to get dolled up again for the remarriage. Reena came in to decorate me. She applied the lipstick and kajal. She was helping me wear a backless dress when she whispered in my ears, "You are the prettiest man ever Rohit." I was shocked beyond disbelief and murmured, "Salman told you." She replied, "Ohh yes, everything, he showed me your photos as well. He has framed a photo of you too drinking and you too at your marriage in his bed room just to remind himself of what he has done to you." I begged her to not tell anyone else and she agreed on the condition of me doing all the house work. I was sent to a room and Salman came and fucked me again. He showed no mercy and I wanted to beg him to take me back to city where I could find work. He laughed on my requests and told me that my place was in this village as his wife. He turned me around and made me sit like a dog and fucked my ass. I cried and sobbed. My life was a hell now. I had been trapped into this slavery by this man. I wanted to get out but there was nothing I could do. Salman left the next day. Reena used to sit and watch tv and gossip around while I used to do all house work. They made me stop teaching too. I gave up all hopes and did whatever I was told to do. Salman never spoke to us. After around 2 years Salman came back with another woman Sunaina. I noticed she was tall and very beautiful. She was also shocked on seeing me and Reena but I understood everything now. I noticed her face and I started remembering where if I had seen her earlier when it hit me that it was Sunil who worked with us in factory. Salman was very proud of himself and so was his father. Salman came and whispered into my year, "Second man that cut off his balls for me. Now you relax and let him work while I go back and search for a new one. I am already bored with him."