a woman who came to see her groom

My name is Rajiv. But my mother affectionately calls me Rajee.
My mother and I are the only ones in my house. My father died when I was young. Since my father was not there, my mother raised me. Men are not allowed in their workplace, so from a young age they would dress me in women's clothes and take me with them. They raised me like a girl. I grew up scared and scared like a girl.
There is another woman in my mother's workplace who lost her husband like her. They have a daughter. But that woman raised her daughter like a son. She always dresses like a boy (pants - shirt). The girl's name is Anandhi but she insists that her name be called Anand by a male name. If anyone calls her Anandhi, she gets very angry and scolds her - and if a man calls her that, she scolds him with bad words. I always call her Anandhi out of fear.
Anandhi is six years younger than me. I was studying in tenth grade, and I was sixteen at the time. She is studying in fifth grade, and she is only ten. But she calls me "Hey, here, Vaadi, Bodi" and orders me to take my beard. (I am the one who dresses up like a Bomblai and looks like a Bomblai, that's why). If you ask, she will laugh and say, "I am Ambalai, you are Bomblai." Seeing a woman dressed up as a man and talking so boldly, all the women there will be amused. I will be the one who will be ashamed and will cry like a Bomblai when I come home to my mother.
Mom said, don't worry, when you grow up, I will marry her (she will be a good, brave, educated woman anyway), and she will treat you like a good husband, and you will be a submissive, submissive, and submissive slave girl. Even Mom would make fun of me and laugh at me like this. Hearing that, I would run away in shame. Mom's laughter would be heard clearly in my ears.
The next year, they moved to another city. We also moved to another city the same year, and now I don't go with Mom as a girl. I have started going to college wearing boys' clothes. But at home, I occasionally dress up in girls' clothes in front of Mom. But I still look like a girl, I don't have the courage of a man. Mom knows this very well. Many years have passed, and I have now completed my college studies and am working. Just like Mom said, they have started seeing me as a good, brave girl. One day my mother said, a girl and her mother are coming to see you as a groom today, dress up well and be ready.
I had heard that usually a man goes to see a girl, I thought this was new. I asked my mother, and she said, you have grown up like a girl, if you look at it logically, I should bring another woman as a groom. I am in a big dilemma, good job, they have agreed to bring their woman to see you as a groom. They laughed and said that is the arrangement. It also suited me.
I got over my shyness and asked, what should I wear today, should I wear a skirt like a princess or a vest like a man? To that, the mother said, "First tie your vest and let the girl see you. Then, if she likes it, take off your vest and tie your sari, or if she likes it, even stand as a bride," and she winked and laughed sarcastically.