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My name is Bhavesh. Just like any other day, I am working as a kitchen cleaner at a restaurant near my college. I am a good student, but I have to do part-time jobs to pay my tuition fees. I am not like other students in my college; I am an orphan. I only have a scholarship to pay my college fees, and I have to maintain my grades. However, that doesn't cover my daily expenses, so I am doing part-time jobs. It's nearly start the of summer vacation, and soon other students will be enjoying their holidays, but in my case, I have to do summer vacation jobs to get extra money.

I almost end my shift, and I decide to relax for a while after I get my weekend paycheck from the restaurant owner. I start to walk to my dorm room. When I reach there, I find that I am alone; all other students in the dorms have gone to their Vacations, including my roommate. That night is pretty bad for me because I feel so lonely. The next morning when I eat breakfast, my dorm warden comes to me. We are good friends because most holidays, we are the only people in that building. He says, 'Bhavesh, I found a summer job for you. Maybe it will help cover some of your daily expenses.' It's the same old story like every summer vacation. 'But the thing is, you have to stay at that workplace during this summer vacation. Don't worry; it's not very far from here, but the guy insisted; otherwise, he won't give you the job. But don't worry; it will be worth it. He'll pay you more than anyone has ever paid you.' I know he only wants to help me, and it's very lonely here, so why Iam stay in the dorm room for the whole summer? I decide to take that job, and he gives me the address.

The next day morning, I pack some clothes, take some money from my paycheck, and grab my ID. Before I go, he tells me that the man I am going to work for the next three months is very traditional and strict, like people in the '90s, and he is a little religious. He recently lost his wife, Miss Sathya Vani, who was also a very traditional woman. He also tells me about his daily routines, and my job in that house is cleaning and cooking and some cultural morning routines that women used to do. 'But that's women's work,' I ask. 'If you want money, you have to do this all,' he says to me. After the talk, I start to walk to that address.

After a 45-minute walk, I finally reach my destination. The house looks very old with a traditional glow. That's when I notice there is no electricity in that house. I rethink one more time: is taking this job is a good decision? Then I think about my current situation, and I force myself to walk to the front door of that house. I knock, and after some minutes, I hear the door open. 'Oh, you must be Bhavesh. Your hostel warden Sonu told me so many things about you. Anyway, my name is Kushal Varma.' He gives me a handshake, and when our hands touch, I feel electricity flow through me. Then he takes me to a room. 'This room used to be our bedroom. After my Sathya Vani passed, I don't use this room anymore. I shifted all of my things to a different room. Now, only my wife's things and her memories are left in this room.' I see a small tear in his eyes; he quickly wipes it. 'You have to walk up every morning at 5:00 am and do prayer in the pooja room.' He tells me a book is there to help me with that. 'Then you have to clean the house, and, make breakfast and coffee. You have to wake me up every morning at 7:30 am and give me bed coffee. Then I go for bathe; you have to give me breakfast at 8:00 am. After I eat, you can eat your breakfast. Then you can rest for some time before starting the preparation for lunch. Remember, I don't like non-veg food; your warden told me you are a nice cook, so I'm expecting delicious foods. You have to give me lunch at 1:00 pm. After I eat, you can eat then you can sleep for a while. At 4:00 pm, make some snacks and coffee; we can eat together. Then at 6:30 pm, you have to do the prayer in the pooja room and start to make supper. You have to give me supper at 9:00 pm. After I eat, you can eat, and then I go to sleep. You can complete the kitchen cleaning, and then you can sleep. Remember, this is an everyday routine. Don't break this routine.' I feel this like an order. Then he says, 'Do you have any questions?' I remember my warden's words, so I say, 'I am okay with this.' 'Go take a bath; I prepared some food. It's not as good as you make, but it will stop your hunger,' he says. I freshen up, then eat. Oh, he is right; this food is over heated and not tasty. Then I went to my room. As I lay in the soft bed, I saw the photo of Miss Vani hanging on the wall. When I look at that photo, I feel like she is trying to talk to me like she give me all the best. Then I look around the room; I see her jewelry, saree, and other clothes, makeup products, and a big mirror on the table. Slowly, I went to sleep.

The sound of my phone alarm wakes me up at 5:00 am. I know I have to find another way to wake up early in the morning because my phone battery will not keep up. I look around, and I see Miss Sathya Vani's photo smiling at me, as if giving me good luck. I get up from the bed, and as I pass near Miss Vani's belongings, I feel an attraction towards them. I push that thought away from me and walk into the main hall. It looks empty, so I quickly push myself into the bathroom, brush my teeth, and then take a shower. The water is very cool, and the fresh water warms me up. I remember I have to do a small prayer.

After putting on some clothes, I go into the Pooja room (Prayer room). In that room, I see a statue of a goddess and a prayer book nearby. I follow the instructions as per the book and start to read the prayer words. I don't know the prayer well, but I feel a rush of energy entering my body, giving me energy. After the prayer, I go into the kitchen. It looks very sloppy, so I have to clean a bit before starting to cook. I make tea and breakfast before 7:30 am. When the clock strikes, I take a cup of tea and enter Kushal's bedroom. I slowly walk to him, and when he sees me, he says, 'Nice time, my dear.' When he says that, I feel a strong devotion to him, like a wife. I quickly snap out of that thought, wondering where this thought coming from.

After tea time, he goes to freshen up. When he returns, I give him breakfast, and he says, 'Wow, so tasty, dear, just like Sathya Vani.' I feel a sudden anger when he addresses me with those girly Pronunciations, but a faint voice in my mind tells me not to make him angry and obey him. Later that day, I go with the schedule, and each time he congratulates me with those girly Pronunciations, like he's talking to his wife. Finally, I complete the day, and the second prayer in that day gives me a warm feeling, like in the morning. I feel myself falling into the traditional lifestyle.

I manage to sleep at 11:00 pm after I clean the house. The next day, I wake up at 5:00 am without any alarm, and I see the same photo smiling at me. When I see the jewelry box, a little curiosity washes over me. I open the box, and among all the ornaments, I find a ring. It looks like a gold wedding ring . I slowly put that ring on my finger, and it fits perfectly. That day goes on with the same routine, and I feel more devoted to Kushal saab. I mean, Kushal, sorry, I don't know why I said that. That night before I go to sleep, I open Miss Sathya Vani's wardrobe and take a pantie, bra, and nightgown. I wear them and go to sleep.

The next day when I wake up, I feel my hair is a little longer and silkier. When I look in the mirror, I see my face, but it looks a little different and resembles someone. I go to take a bath, then wear a traditional saree from the wardrobe and wear all the ornaments. I put on a little makeup, then look in the mirror. I feel beautiful and happy, and I am more devoted to this traditional lifestyle and to Kushal saab...Kushal, I mean... Kushal saab, yes, that's how maid girl like me address the house owner, and I want to give him a little respect. That's all I want, to make him satisfie.

Then I go to my schedule, and throughout the day, Kushal saab compliments me on my looks and says, 'You are so beautiful, just like my wife.' That compliments makes me happy. In the next days, I keep wearing colorful sarees from the wardrobe and receive compliments from him. Days go by one after another, and he starts calling me Vani Leelawati . I like that name. In short, he uses the name Leela, and he calls me by that name from that day.

As the days go by, I notice my mannerisms are a little different, even body language is also strange, I felt the weights in certain areas of my body. One morning, I go to the bathroom and feel an emptiness in my leg. The strange thing is, I don't panic and I sit to pee like any other girl, and it feels natural. A strange urge needs to be filled rushed me. When I look in the mirror, I see a traditional Vani girl staring back at me, but why do I feel so happy? Oh, I am late; my silly self-talk can wait. I have to get ready for the prayer. As the days and weeks go by like that, it's been 5 months since I started working in this house as a maid, and I feel I am more than a maid to Kushal saab.

One evening, a man comes to ask about someone named Bhavesh. I call Kushal sab, and he tells the man that Bhavesh quit the job two months ago. He introduces me to that as a relative of his late wife. After the man leaves, Kushal saab goes inside a room and takes an old bag and walk to the backside of our house and burns the bag. The bag looks very good, and I wonder why he burn it. Maybe it's garbage. Anyway, I don't question my husband; as a wife, it's my duty to fulfill his needs. Wait... wife... yeah, I am his lovely wife, and he is my sweet husband.

That day, after supper, he gives me some flowers and says, 'Go get ready like a beautiful bride and come to our bedroom.' Wait, our bedroom... yes, we sleep together in the same bedroom, right? I eagerly go for a bath, then wear a beautiful red saree, put on makeup and all the ornaments. I put red powder on my forehead, then look in the mirror. I feel beautiful, and on the wall, I see our wedding photo but I felt somthing is replace in the wall. I sit on the bed, and after some time, Kushal, no... I can't call my husband by his name... yes, my sweet husband enters the room. He gives me a passionate kiss, then switches off the light. We both get into bed, covering ourselves with the bedsheet...

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Description
This story requested by : sweatyhero
Link : www.deviantart.com/sweatyhero

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My name is Bhavesh. Just like any other day, I am working as a kitchen cleaner at a restaurant near my college. I am a good student, but I have to do part-time jobs to pay my tuition fees. I am not like other students in my college; I am an orphan. I only have a scholarship to pay my college fees, and I have to maintain my grades. However, that doesn't cover my daily expenses, so I am doing part-time jobs. It's nearly start the of summer vacation, and soon other students will be enjoying their holidays, but in my case, I have to do summer vacation jobs to get extra money.

I almost end my shift, and I decide to relax for a while after I get my weekend paycheck from the restaurant owner. I start to walk to my dorm room. When I reach there, I find that I am alone; all other students in the dorms have gone to their Vacations, including my roommate. That night is pretty bad for me because I feel so lonely. The next morning when I eat breakfast, my dorm warden comes to me. We are good friends because most holidays, we are the only people in that building. He says, 'Bhavesh, I found a summer job for you. Maybe it will help cover some of your daily expenses.' It's the same old story like every summer vacation. 'But the thing is, you have to stay at that workplace during this summer vacation. Don't worry; it's not very far from here, but the guy insisted; otherwise, he won't give you the job. But don't worry; it will be worth it. He'll pay you more than anyone has ever paid you.' I know he only wants to help me, and it's very lonely here, so why Iam stay in the dorm room for the whole summer? I decide to take that job, and he gives me the address.

The next day morning, I pack some clothes, take some money from my paycheck, and grab my ID. Before I go, he tells me that the man I am going to work for the next three months is very traditional and strict, like people in the '90s, and he is a little religious. He recently lost his wife, Miss Sathya Vani, who was also a very traditional woman. He also tells me about his daily routines, and my job in that house is cleaning and cooking and some cultural morning routines that women used to do. 'But that's women's work,' I ask. 'If you want money, you have to do this all,' he says to me. After the talk, I start to walk to that address.

After a 45-minute walk, I finally reach my destination. The house looks very old with a traditional glow. That's when I notice there is no electricity in that house. I rethink one more time: is taking this job is a good decision? Then I think about my current situation, and I force myself to walk to the front door of that house. I knock, and after some minutes, I hear the door open. 'Oh, you must be Bhavesh. Your hostel warden Sonu told me so many things about you. Anyway, my name is Kushal Varma.' He gives me a handshake, and when our hands touch, I feel electricity flow through me. Then he takes me to a room. 'This room used to be our bedroom. After my Sathya Vani passed, I don't use this room anymore. I shifted all of my things to a different room. Now, only my wife's things and her memories are left in this room.' I see a small tear in his eyes; he quickly wipes it. 'You have to walk up every morning at 5:00 am and do prayer in the pooja room.' He tells me a book is there to help me with that. 'Then you have to clean the house, and, make breakfast and coffee. You have to wake me up every morning at 7:30 am and give me bed coffee. Then I go for bathe; you have to give me breakfast at 8:00 am. After I eat, you can eat your breakfast. Then you can rest for some time before starting the preparation for lunch. Remember, I don't like non-veg food; your warden told me you are a nice cook, so I'm expecting delicious foods. You have to give me lunch at 1:00 pm. After I eat, you can eat then you can sleep for a while. At 4:00 pm, make some snacks and coffee; we can eat together. Then at 6:30 pm, you have to do the prayer in the pooja room and start to make supper. You have to give me supper at 9:00 pm. After I eat, you can eat, and then I go to sleep. You can complete the kitchen cleaning, and then you can sleep. Remember, this is an everyday routine. Don't break this routine.' I feel this like an order. Then he says, 'Do you have any questions?' I remember my warden's words, so I say, 'I am okay with this.' 'Go take a bath; I prepared some food. It's not as good as you make, but it will stop your hunger,' he says. I freshen up, then eat. Oh, he is right; this food is over heated and not tasty. Then I went to my room. As I lay in the soft bed, I saw the photo of Miss Vani hanging on the wall. When I look at that photo, I feel like she is trying to talk to me like she give me all the best. Then I look around the room; I see her jewelry, saree, and other clothes, makeup products, and a big mirror on the table. Slowly, I went to sleep.

The sound of my phone alarm wakes me up at 5:00 am. I know I have to find another way to wake up early in the morning because my phone battery will not keep up. I look around, and I see Miss Sathya Vani's photo smiling at me, as if giving me good luck. I get up from the bed, and as I pass near Miss Vani's belongings, I feel an attraction towards them. I push that thought away from me and walk into the main hall. It looks empty, so I quickly push myself into the bathroom, brush my teeth, and then take a shower. The water is very cool, and the fresh water warms me up. I remember I have to do a small prayer.

After putting on some clothes, I go into the Pooja room (Prayer room). In that room, I see a statue of a goddess and a prayer book nearby. I follow the instructions as per the book and start to read the prayer words. I don't know the prayer well, but I feel a rush of energy entering my body, giving me energy. After the prayer, I go into the kitchen. It looks very sloppy, so I have to clean a bit before starting to cook. I make tea and breakfast before 7:30 am. When the clock strikes, I take a cup of tea and enter Kushal's bedroom. I slowly walk to him, and when he sees me, he says, 'Nice time, my dear.' When he says that, I feel a strong devotion to him, like a wife. I quickly snap out of that thought, wondering where this thought coming from.

After tea time, he goes to freshen up. When he returns, I give him breakfast, and he says, 'Wow, so tasty, dear, just like Sathya Vani.' I feel a sudden anger when he addresses me with those girly Pronunciations, but a faint voice in my mind tells me not to make him angry and obey him. Later that day, I go with the schedule, and each time he congratulates me with those girly Pronunciations, like he's talking to his wife. Finally, I complete the day, and the second prayer in that day gives me a warm feeling, like in the morning. I feel myself falling into the traditional lifestyle.

I manage to sleep at 11:00 pm after I clean the house. The next day, I wake up at 5:00 am without any alarm, and I see the same photo smiling at me. When I see the jewelry box, a little curiosity washes over me. I open the box, and among all the ornaments, I find a ring. It looks like a gold wedding ring . I slowly put that ring on my finger, and it fits perfectly. That day goes on with the same routine, and I feel more devoted to Kushal saab. I mean, Kushal, sorry, I don't know why I said that. That night before I go to sleep, I open Miss Sathya Vani's wardrobe and take a pantie, bra, and nightgown. I wear them and go to sleep.

The next day when I wake up, I feel my hair is a little longer and silkier. When I look in the mirror, I see my face, but it looks a little different and resembles someone. I go to take a bath, then wear a traditional saree from the wardrobe and wear all the ornaments. I put on a little makeup, then look in the mirror. I feel beautiful and happy, and I am more devoted to this traditional lifestyle and to Kushal saab...Kushal, I mean... Kushal saab, yes, that's how maid girl like me address the house owner, and I want to give him a little respect. That's all I want, to make him satisfie.

Then I go to my schedule, and throughout the day, Kushal saab compliments me on my looks and says, 'You are so beautiful, just like my wife.' That compliments makes me happy. In the next days, I keep wearing colorful sarees from the wardrobe and receive compliments from him. Days go by one after another, and he starts calling me Vani Leelawati . I like that name. In short, he uses the name Leela, and he calls me by that name from that day.

As the days go by, I notice my mannerisms are a little different, even body language is also strange, I felt the weights in certain areas of my body. One morning, I go to the bathroom and feel an emptiness in my leg. The strange thing is, I don't panic and I sit to pee like any other girl, and it feels natural. A strange urge needs to be filled rushed me. When I look in the mirror, I see a traditional Vani girl staring back at me, but why do I feel so happy? Oh, I am late; my silly self-talk can wait. I have to get ready for the prayer. As the days and weeks go by like that, it's been 5 months since I started working in this house as a maid, and I feel I am more than a maid to Kushal saab.

One evening, a man comes to ask about someone named Bhavesh. I call Kushal sab, and he tells the man that Bhavesh quit the job two months ago. He introduces me to that as a relative of his late wife. After the man leaves, Kushal saab goes inside a room and takes an old bag and walk to the backside of our house and burns the bag. The bag looks very good, and I wonder why he burn it. Maybe it's garbage. Anyway, I don't question my husband; as a wife, it's my duty to fulfill his needs. Wait... wife... yeah, I am his lovely wife, and he is my sweet husband.

That day, after supper, he gives me some flowers and says, 'Go get ready like a beautiful bride and come to our bedroom.' Wait, our bedroom... yes, we sleep together in the same bedroom, right? I eagerly go for a bath, then wear a beautiful red saree, put on makeup and all the ornaments. I put red powder on my forehead, then look in the mirror. I feel beautiful, and on the wall, I see our wedding photo but I felt somthing is replace in the wall. I sit on the bed, and after some time, Kushal, no... I can't call my husband by his name... yes, my sweet husband enters the room. He gives me a passionate kiss, then switches off the light. We both get into bed, covering ourselves with the bedsheet...

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Short Video Link : youtube.com/shorts/HyfUiMAZyGc…

My Other Platform : www.youtube.com/channel/UC_CYp…

I hope everyone likes this, See you all in the next story

Thanks for everyone's support.