Chapter 4: Roles Reversed, Roots Deepening
Toronto's crisp autumn welcomed them with golden leaves and a chill that nipped at Ashwin's small feet. After weeks scouring rentals, they settled in a beautiful two-story home on the outskirts in Markham—sprawling backyard, bay windows overlooking meadows, a dream for ₹80,000 CAD monthly rent. "Our castle," Priya declared, strong arms unloading boxes.
Adjustment reshaped them. Priya—now "Vishnu" to her Canadian team (they mangled "Vishnupriya," without knowing which is a male indian name and Which is a female indian name)—plunged into Oracle's frenzy. Dawn meetings, code marathons; she spent lesser time with Ashwin, collapsing late, toned body exhausted. Weekends? She joined the office baseball team, swinging bats like her dad, gelling with rowdy male colleagues at post-game bars. "Vishnu kills it!" they'd cheer, slapping her broad back. A heterosexual tomboy crop haircut sharpened her look—short, tousled, boyish edge. Office gym became her arena: deadlifting past men, defeating them in arm-wrestles, beer rounds cementing bro-bonds.
Ashwin—Aashu to Sumathi, Ragini, and his WhatsApp girls (Lakshmi, Divya, Sravani, Neha) now, embraced homemaking. Days blurred: dawn prayers from Sumathi's hymn book, scrubbing oak floors, cooking aromatic dal tadka washing her clothes and ironing them etc. Soon, Boredom crept; he binged Telugu serials—heroines in shimmering sarees, debating makeup with mom and mom-in-law over video calls. He had an eye for detail. His observations on actors makeup, clothes and jewellery were immaculate. His tribe, now all females, appreciated his knowledge in fashion and started taking his tips for getting ready. They used to make video calls to him while shopping asking for his opinion before buying or while putting on makeup before going for a party etc. Neither his friends nor his mom or mom in law felt anything odd in asking his opinion on how a dress, a saree or a blouse looked on them. For them it was natural to treat him as an expert in female clothing. His gender did not deter them to take opinion.
One day he got a video call request on his mobile. When he answered he found that Neha and Divya were in the call already. Neha was supposed to go to a family function along with her husband. She was just in her Inskirt and Blouse. She did not wear saree yet. She was putting on makeup. She called Divya for her opinion on which colour lipstick was better for her. As she too was confused, they both decided to call Aashu and take his opinion. Divya connected him in call.
Aashu answered the phone and the moment he saw half naked Neha, he thought they might have added him mistakenly and disconnected the call. But he got a call back immediately. He answered it and asked them why they called him like that. They both explained him that they trust him that he will not look at them with wrong intentions and that's why they are comfortable calling him like that even when half naked. They said "you can disconnect if you have any wrong intentions in mind". He continued the call and advised her as required.
Another time his Mother in law said to him that he was better than her own daughter in selecting clothes and matching materials. She often called him to select her jewellery. She playfully said "you deserve my jewellery more than my daughter". He took said "No problem Attamma (Mother in law) you can give, I will take it as your blessings"
Months in, homebody life plumped him—spongy fatty curves softening his smooth frame: fuller round face, thicker thighs, widish hips puffier, a gentle belly roll. Old jeans pinched hips, tees strained; he switched to stretchy tracks hugging his curves or loose shorts which ride up and exposed his fair complexion thick thighs. Priya loved it—playfully patting his plush buttocks whenever passing by. Whenever she hits his buttocks, they swished and moved like jelly. "My squishy Aashu!" She'd knead his new softness, tomboy grin wide. "Grow your curls long," she urged one night, fingers twirling his thickening mane. "You looked ethereal with them."
Sometimes she used to be very very busy literally neglecting him. That stung him. He missed her touch and the feel of her strong arms around him. On group calls, Aashu confessed: "shes always gone—office, baseball, bars, gym." Girls soothed: "Common, Aashu! Earners tent to neglect homemakers. Cook fancy, dress nice, shape up—she'll notice.". The daily soaps he watched in Hindi and telugu also echoed similar thoughts. Heroines often cooked well and dressed well to attract husbands. That made him resolve to learn best recipes from his mother in law who gladly helped. Sravani searched - Yoga and excercise to get into shape- and shared YouTube link with him. The Algorithms, lady-searched, suggested feminine flows: waist whittles, hip sculpts, bust toners. Aashu followed meticulously—downward dogs accentuating slender waist emerging, wide hips swaying, bust subtly lifting. Meanwhile his Curls cascaded mid-back, silky waves framing feminine glow. He never like to keep moustache and beard. Priya also like him like that.
Vishnu thrived masculine: gym conquests ("Beat Mike's bench!"), bar tales with lads, baseball home runs. Aashu? Ladies' world—phone laughs with moms/girls, serial sass, body blooming soft-seductive.
One evening, Vishnu home early, eyes lit on Aashu's yoga-toned curves in stretchy wear, long hair ponytailed. "Damn, Aashu... stunning." Playful butt-pat lingered.
From that day on, she often gave him love bites on his cheeks, neck, chest, shoulders, stomach, back, hips, thighs calfs etc. there was no part in his body which she did not bite on to sometimes hurting him aswell. He ensured the pain as he found the animal instincts in her arousing him. She was pleasure giver, he was the taker.
Chapter 5: Stars and Silhouettes
Paths diverged sharply as winter loomed. VishnuPriya's cricket-honed prowess exploded on Oracle's baseball team—she rocketed pitches across North America for tournaments, hotel check-ins as "Vishnu," Her tomboy crop buzzed short, shoulders broader from swings. Priya got used to be referred as Vishnu so much that she started answering calls as "Go for Vishnu". She developed quite a fan base shouting Vishnu... Vishnu...! Wherever she went to play.
Ashwin did his best to get attention from Priya. One frosty evening, he crafted Priya's favorite—hyderabadi haleem simmering, candles flickering. He wore a simple oversized Tshirt and his old shorts. His hips and thighs filled the Shorts and made them look snug fit. He made a greeting card which says "Aashu & Vishu... Together forever...!" at home and set in on table. Dinner melted into passion; whispers evolved: "Aashu... my soft Aashu." "Vishu, stop it" Nicknames became intimate & permanent. They started referring eachother as Aashu and Vishu more and more often. Even in family discussions, they were referred as Aashu & Vishu.
Oracle clinched the corporate baseball tournament. Vishnu's grand slam sealed it; Canadian media hailed "Vishnu" player-of-the-match & tournament—"Indian import smashes records!". Aashu beamed, forwarded the links to friends and family. Everyone appreciated. His Father in law called him and thanked him. "Vishnu achieved in Canada What Priya couldn't achieve in India. It would not have been possible without your help. Thanks a lot Aashu". Later Sumathi called him and said "My lovely Aashu .... God bless you both beta. I'm sending you a 8 week vrata vidhi for 8 lakshmis. You follow the process meticulously and the goddess will be pleased by you and give you both more glory and wealth. Normally wives do it in a family. But We can't expect Vishu to do it as she will be busy with office and sports. So you can do it in her place. No harm in doing it. If you have any difficulty, call me." Ashwin was surprised that his own mother is asking him to do what was supposed to be done by wives. But for family well being, he said okay.
His Mother in law called Priya and said "Vishu beta, in your quest of career and sports, don't neglect your life partner. Cater to Aashu's needs as well. I heard you are spending more time with your new buddies at your office. Aashu is delicate like a flower. He completes you in many ways. He is the ice to your fire. He is doing many things for you which no husband does. Treat him well beta.". Priya replied by saying "Yeah Mom. You are right. Guilty as charged. I have been ignoring him lately. Not intentionally. But it just happened. I will undo my mistake. I will take care of him"
Vishu reduced bar-celebrations with her buddies. Started getting small gifts for him on way back to office. Aashu cherished whatever Vishu got for him like it's a treasure no matter how small it is. A teddy bear which says Sorry, A heart shaped pillow, A flower bouquet, a greeting card etc.
Winter set in—Markham winds howled, Aashu's plump curves were shivering. His Old jeans couldn't fit his curvy hips and thermals were insufficient. "We will go shopping this weekend. Meanwhile please Wear my leggings, tights, jeggings etc which ever can make you warm. Can't risk your health," Vishu suggested one day, patting his spongy butt. "Stretchy and warm, they will hug your curves nicely." She continued.
"Vishu, they're... girly." Said Aashu hesitating to wear them. But Cold won. He started wearing them daily, figure-hugging blacks/grays clung to thick thighs, widish hips, slender waist making a sexy silhouette for him. Vishnu mesmerized: "God, Aashu, so hot." Hands roamed more—squeezes, caresses fueling nights. Just one suggestion, your undies are making visible lines on the leggings. Just wear these seamless underwear so that you can be decent". Aashu identified that she is asking him to wear paties, but calling them as underwear. He hesitated. But the word decent hammered down his hesitation and he accepted them without saying a word.
One weekend, Vishu gave her neon tights, and matching chest-binder racerback sports bra. To him saying "These are thicker than leggings, stretchy, supportive and more comfy than jeans. You can do yoga in them or be in them throughout the day." Aashu slipped in; ponytail swinging, curves sculpted—waist cinched, hips flared, bust hinted. Vishnu stared, enchanted by Aashu's looks.
That evening, Vishu did not go out. She kept Bollywood music and asked Aashu to join her for a dance. Vishu danced matching her steps like the hero in the song macho-thrusted; Aashu flowed gracefully, just as the heroine swaying naturally. A routine was set: Aashu danced like heroine, Vishu like the hero. They made it as a fitness regime. Everyday they spent 40 mins dancing to various songs. One day, "Chunari Chunari" song came on TV. "Aashu, take this...!" Said Vishnu tossinga Chunari from her wardrobe. He took Vishu's chiffon chunari and twirled it seductively. Both Moved flawlessly and enjoyed a lot.