The Sleeper Bus: A Diwali Journey chapter 1

Chapter 9: The new horizone of life
It was Saturday, and Sam and I went shopping. After three rounds of "washroom trips" on Tuesday and six rounds on Friday, I desperately needed new clothes. We were practically insatiable, finding every chance to satisfy our desire in the office.
We drove to MG Road and bought several items: more formal office wear, six-inch heels, ladies' perfume, and a sports bra. Next, I went to a spa to have all my body hair removed and received a deep massage. We then visited a jewelry shop where I got my ears pierced, wearing one stud in my right ear and leaving the left one bare.
We finally sat down at a coffee shop, waiting for our order. Sam’s hand was resting casually on my inner thigh, and I leaned my head on his shoulder.
"Sam," I said softly, "I need to find a flat. I can't continue living in the PG with all this going on."
"Yes, that's true," Sam agreed. "You can shift to my 2BHK flat. I live alone, and none of my family members visit, so you can use the other bedroom. But there is one problem."
"What is it?" I asked.
"My maid, Sumi, comes at 8 AM for cooking and household chores, and she finishes by 12 PM. So, no hanky-panky until she leaves the house."
"Okay, sir ji. Anything else?" I responded playfully.
"Yes," Sam said. "Do you know how to cook?"
"Yes, I can cook Maggie," I replied with a slight smile.
He squeezed my inner thigh, making me wince slightly in pain. "I mean normal food, like roti, sabzi, and rice. Can you cook that?"
"No, Sam, I don't know how."
Sam then outlined his plan: "Okay, I will ask Sumi to teach you cooking for three months. After that, you will have to cook for me and take care of the house. We won't need Sumi anymore."
I looked at him, the weight of his expectations finally settling on me. "So, basically," I summarized, "I have to work for you, cook for you, and sleep with you at night. Does that mean I have to perform all your wife's duties?"
"Yes," Sam confirmed, looking directly into my eyes. "I want you to be my wife."
We leaned in and kissed passionately over the small coffee table.
"Yes" indicates you want to move the story forward with the first day in Sam's flat and the introduction of Sumi, the maid.
Chapter 10: The New Housewife 🏡
The move was swift and disorienting. By Sunday evening, a small suitcase containing my "Aditi" wardrobe and personal belongings sat in the second bedroom of Sam's luxurious 2BHK flat.
I spent Monday exploring the apartment. It was modern, clean, and dominated by a cold, impersonal elegance. The second bedroom was comfortable but entirely sterile, emphasizing the temporary, transactional nature of my presence. The reality of my situation—living in my boss's home, preparing to assume a cross-dressed identity for his sexual gratification, and learning to cook for him—was overwhelming.
Tuesday morning, I woke up with a knot of anxiety, listening for the sound of the front door. At precisely 8:00 AM, a cheerful voice called out, "Sahab? Main aa gayi hoon!" (Sir? I have arrived!)
I heard the door open, followed by the clatter of bags being set down. I quickly pulled on a modest pair of shorts and a t-shirt—my last remaining masculine attire—and stepped out into the living room.
Sumi was a petite woman in her late forties, vibrant and bustling. She stopped short, staring at me with a surprised but polite expression.
"Namaste," she said, folding her hands. "Aap...?"
"Namaste. I am Aditya," I said, stumbling slightly over my name. "Sam's… a friend. I’m staying here for a while."
Sumi’s eyes scanned me, lingering momentarily on my freshly pierced ear and smooth, shaved legs, but she quickly masked any curiosity with professionalism. "Achha. The Saheb didn't tell me. Well, I'm Sumi. I take care of the house."
She immediately began her work, quickly establishing her domain in the kitchen. She cooked breakfast for Sam (though he wasn't there) and then efficiently cleaned the entire living space.
Around 10 AM, Sam came out of his room. "Aditya, is Sumi there?" he asked, his tone strictly businesslike.
"Yes, she just finished cleaning and is making tea."
"Good. Now, you need to start your lessons. Tell her you need to learn to make a basic dal and roti."
I walked back into the kitchen, my cheeks slightly flushed. "Sumi-ji," I began hesitantly, "Sam told me I need to learn some basic cooking. I don't know anything beyond instant noodles. Could you teach me?"
Sumi smiled warmly. "Of course, beta! It is good for a young man to know how to cook. Today we start with toor dal and basic kneading for rotis. You pay attention!"
For the next two hours, I stood by Sumi, struggling to shape perfect circles of dough and learning the difference between various spices. It was an intensely domestic, almost familial scene—a sharp contrast to the dark, transgressive acts I had performed with Sam in the office. Sam meanwhile teasing me " make around chapati" " sumi teach him everything dal roti to biryani. Sumi laughed yes sir will do that. Sam said sumi will pay you 10 thousand extra for cooking lessons. Also teach him how to do dusting and other house hold chores. I said from background then what u will do mr owner of house you just sit and eat haan. Sumi laughed, enjoying our conversation and the light roasting we gave each other. While she taught me to prepare the dal and roti, she offered a surprising compliment. "Sir, you take such good care of your skin. Your skin is so shiny and hairless, and you have such a glow on your face."
Sumi was right. After so many years, I had finally started enjoying my personal and sexual life; I was doing what I truly liked, and it showed. "Thank you, Sumi, for your kind words," I replied genuinely.
Sumi finished her work informed sam that she is leaving. I closed the door behind her and turn around to find Sam standing naked with his cock in his hand he said come to my room wifey.