THE SECRET IN APARTMENT 402
After their marriage, Prem and Neha moved to Hyderabad.
Their apartment was small but beautiful. The balcony overlooked a busy street, and the evenings were filled with the sounds of traffic and distant music.
Neha worked in a multinational company. Prem worked remotely as a software engineer.
Their married life was peaceful.
One Friday evening, Neha returned home with a mischievous smile.
"Prem, I need your help."
Prem looked up from his laptop.
"Did you lose your office laptop?"
"No."
"Did you forget your password?"
"No."
"Then why are you smiling like that?"
Neha sat beside him.
"My office friends are coming over this weekend."
"That's wonderful."
"They think I live alone."
Prem slowly turned toward her.
"What?"
Neha explained that she had always kept her personal life private. Her colleagues believed she was single.
During a conversation, one friend had asked who lived in her apartment.
Neha had casually answered, "My maid."
Prem burst into laughter.
"You told them your husband is your maid?"
"I never said my husband!"
"Neha!"
She held his hands.
"Please. Just for one evening. We can make it a playful role-play. I'll introduce you as Priya, our housekeeper."
Prem shook his head.
"I've never worn feminine clothes voluntarily. And I don't know anything about makeup."
"That's why I'll help you."
He looked at her mischievous expression.
"You're enjoying this too much."
"Maybe."
Prem thought about the situation.
He finally agreed, but established his boundaries. It would be a voluntary arrangement, and he could stop at any time.
Neha hugged him.
"Deal."
Then she whispered something that made him nervous.
"Your first makeover is tomorrow."
Prem looked toward the ceiling.
"Why did I marry such a dangerous woman?"
Neha laughed.
The secret of Apartment 402 had officially begun.
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