Ethan awoke to the unfamiliar sounds of birds chirping outside an open window. He blinked, his eyes adjusting to the bright sunlight filtering into the room. The last he remembered, he was backpacking through India, exploring the vibrant colors and chaos of Delhi. Now, he found himself in a small village, lying in a bed that smelled of jasmine and sandalwood.
His body felt different, softer, more rounded. He looked down and saw a saree draped over his body, hiding the curves beneath. He hesitated, then pulled back the fabric to reveal smooth, dark skin. His hands, once tanned from the sun, were now a rich brown. He felt a panic rise within him as he realized he was no longer in his own body. Memories came flooding back to him, he remembered he was now in the body of Apeksha, a wife and a mother to a kid. This all happened due to a curse, given by the Old Indian Lady, who Ethan taunted and made fun of because she had a hunchback.
The old lady cursed him saying, "Ye meri peeth saalon sei kaam karke aisi hui hai, ab tumhe bhi aisa hee kaam karna hoga, tab tumhe samjhega ki ek Bhartiya naari ka dard kya hota hai"
(Translation: "This hunchback of mine, is because of me working for years. Now you will have to experience this, then you will understand the pain of an Indian woman.")
Ethan looked around the house, trying to take in his new surroundings. He saw a young boy playing with toys in the corner and realized that he was Apeksha's son.
"Karan," Ethan said, walking over to the boy.
The boy looked up at him and smiled. "Mummy!" he said, running over and hugging him.
Ethan hugged him back, feeling a pang of emotion. He was now responsible for this child, and he needed to do everything he could to adapt to his new life.
A knock at the door interrupted his thoughts. "Apeksha, are you awake?" called a deep voice from outside. Ethan froze, his mind racing. Apeksha? This was now his new name the woman whose body he now inhabited.
"Yes, I am awake," he called out, his voice sounding strange, higher pitched than he was used to. The door creaked open, and a tall, muscular Indian man stepped in. He was dressed in a simple dhoti, his eyes warm and kind.
"Good morning, Apeksha," he said, smiling. "I hope you slept well."
Ethan managed a smile, though it felt awkward on his new face. "Good morning, Rajesh," he replied, using the name that seemed to fit the man. "I did, thank you."
Rajesh sat down on the edge of the bed, his eyes scanning Ethan's face. "You look different today," he said softly. "More beautiful than ever."
Ethan blushed, feeling a warmth spread through him. He wasn't sure how to respond, so he simply smiled again. Rajesh leaned in, his hand reaching up to cup Ethan's cheek. "I've missed you," he said, his voice low.
Ethan felt a flutter in his stomach. He was attracted to Rajesh, he realized. It was strange, being in this body, feeling these new sensations. But there was something comforting about Rajesh's touch, something familiar.
"I've missed you too," Ethan replied, his voice barely above a whisper. Rajesh's hand slid down to Ethan's neck, his thumb brushing against Ethan's pulse. Ethan could feel his heartbeat quicken, his breath coming in shorter gasps.
"I want to kiss you," Rajesh said, his eyes never leaving Ethan's. Ethan nodded, leaning in to meet Rajesh's lips. The kiss was soft at first, a gentle exploration. But it quickly deepened, becoming more passionate. Ethan could feel Rajesh's hands roaming over his body, caressing his curves, making him feel things he'd never felt before.
"Rajesh," Ethan said, turning around to face him. "I...I am not sure how to do this."
Rajesh looked at him, concern in his eyes. "Do what, my love?"
Ethan took a deep breath. "I am not sure how to be a wife to you," he admitted.
Rajesh smiled and cupped his face in his hands. "It is okay, Apeksha. We will learn together. Let me show you."
Ethan felt a shiver of anticipation run through him. He knew that this was going to be a journey of discovery, of learning to embrace a new identity. And he was ready for it.
Over the next few weeks, Ethan began to adapt to his new life. He learned to cook traditional Indian meals, to wear the saree with grace, to speak the language with fluency. But he also learned about the intimate side of being Apeksha.
One evening, after a long day of household chores, Ethan found himself alone with Rajesh. The children were asleep, and the house was quiet. Rajesh approached Ethan, his eyes filled with desire.
"I want you," he said, his voice a low growl. Ethan felt a heat rise within him, a longing he couldn't deny.
"I want you too," he replied, his voice barely above a whisper. Rajesh reached out, his hands gently cupping Ethan's breasts. Ethan gasped, feeling a jolt of pleasure shoot through him.
"You're so beautiful," Rajesh murmured, his thumbs brushing over Ethan's nipples. Ethan could feel them hardening beneath his touch, could feel a warmth spreading through his body.
"Show me," Ethan whispered, his voice filled with need. Rajesh smiled, his hands dropping to the hem of Ethan's saree. He lifted it slowly, revealing Ethan's body inch by inch. Ethan felt a shiver of anticipation, could feel his heart racing.
Rajesh knelt before Ethan, his hands tracing the curves of Ethan's hips, his thighs. Ethan could feel his breath hot on his skin, could feel the dampness between his legs. Rajesh leaned in, his tongue licking a slow path up Ethan's inner thigh. Ethan gasped, his hands fisting in Rajesh's hair.
"Yes," he whispered, his voice filled with pleasure. Rajesh's tongue found Ethan's clit, licking and sucking until Ethan was writhing with need. "More," he begged, his voice a low moan.
Rajesh complied, his fingers sliding into Ethan's wetness. Ethan could feel them curling inside him, could feel the pleasure building. "Fuck me," he gasped, his body arching off the bed.
Rajesh slipped his fingers out, replaced them with his cock. Ethan could feel it, hard and hot, pressing against him. He wrapped his legs around Rajesh's waist, pulling him in. Rajesh slid into him, slow and steady, filling him completely.
Ethan could feel the pleasure building, could feel the heat spreading through him. He could hear Rajesh's breath coming in short gasps, could feel his body trembling. "Harder," he begged, his voice a low moan.
Rajesh complied, his thrusts becoming faster, more urgent. Ethan could feel the pleasure building, could feel his body tensing. "Yes," he gasped, his body arching off the bed. "Yes, yes, yes."
His orgasm hit him like a wave, washing over him, consuming him. He could hear Rajesh's cry of pleasure, could feel his body shuddering as he came. They lay there for a moment, their bodies entwined, their breaths coming in ragged gasps.
Over time, Ethan began to embrace his new life. He learned to love the feel of the saree against his skin, the taste of spicy curries, the sound of Rajesh's voice, he loved being a mother to Karan. He learned to love the way Rajesh looked at him, with desire and affection in his eyes. He learned to love the way Rajesh touched him, with tenderness and passion.
He learned to love being Apeksha, to love being a wife, a mother, a lover. And he knew, with a certainty he couldn't explain, that this was where he was meant to be. This was his home, his family, his life.
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