Deb sat awkwardly in the posh salon chair, his—no, her—reflection in the mirror a jarring reminder of the irreversible. The faint stubble of a once-proud jawline was gone, replaced by softened features that Shobha Devi had insisted would make her "look more presentable." Shobha Devi, draped in an opulent maroon saree, inspected Debasree with the critical gaze of an artist perfecting a masterpiece, while Riya leaned against the counter, her smug smile never wavering.
“I can’t believe you were ever called Deb,” Shobha Devi said with a cruel chuckle, the name rolling off her tongue like a bad taste. “What a pathetic excuse for a man you were. No wonder your first wife left you. Couldn’t even satisfy her, could you?”
Debasree flushed scarlet, gripping the armrests tightly. “Please, I—”
“Quiet,” Shobha Devi snapped. “You’ve been given a second chance. Soon, you’ll understand what it truly means to be the wife of a strong, virile man like Rohit. But first, we’ll make sure you’re worthy of him.”
The beautician arrived with a tray of waxing supplies, and Debasree stiffened. Shobha Devi waved her hand dismissively. “Full body. Make her as smooth as a doll. Start with the legs, then arms, and don’t miss the bikini area.”
As the hot wax was applied and the first strip was ripped away, Debasree gasped in pain, tears springing to her eyes. Riya snickered, leaning down to mock her. “Oh, come on, Deb. Or should I say Debasree? This is nothing compared to what you’ll experience as Rohit’s bride. Trust me, he’s not going to be gentle.”
“Stop whining,” Shobha Devi added coldly. “You’re not a man anymore, so stop acting like one. A bride must endure discomfort to become beautiful for her husband.”
Debasree winced as strip after strip was pulled away, each one accompanied by more teasing. “Remember,” Riya said, her voice syrupy with mockery, “your first wife barely touched you. But with Rohit, you’ll learn what it’s like to truly serve a man. You’ll thank us for this later.”
When the waxing was over, the beautician moved on to her eyebrows, threading and shaping them into thin, delicate arcs. Shobha Devi nodded approvingly. “Much better. Finally looking like the submissive little bride Rohit deserves.”
The next ordeal was the piercings. As the beautician prepared the tools, Shobha Devi held Debasree’s chin firmly. “Ears and nose, darling. Every proper bride wears jewelry to show her devotion. Rohit will expect nothing less.”
Debasree flinched as the needle pierced her earlobes, followed by the sharp pinch of the nose ring. Riya clapped her hands in mock delight. “Oh, you look so precious! Just imagine Rohit lifting your veil to find such a ravishing bride waiting for him.”
But the worst was yet to come. Debasree was led to a private room for the bikini wax, her mortification complete as Shobha Devi and Riya stood at the doorway, whispering and giggling. “A wife’s body must always be perfect,” Shobha Devi called out. “Rohit has high standards, and we’ll make sure you meet them.”
By the time the session ended, Debasree’s skin was red and raw, her body trembling with humiliation and exhaustion. Yet Shobha Devi wasn’t done. She gestured for the beautician to begin a facial and hair spa. “Polish her up. Rohit deserves perfection.”
As the creams were massaged into her face and her hair was styled into soft waves, Riya leaned close again. “Do you regret being such a failure as a man?” she whispered. “You’ll make up for it now. Rohit will ensure you know exactly what your new purpose is.”
Debasree bit her lip, her tears threatening to spill. Shobha Devi patted her cheek, her smile sharp and unyielding. “This is just the beginning, my dear. Soon, you’ll learn to embrace your role as a wife, whether you like it or not.”
When they finally left the salon, Debasree felt more like an object than a person. Her pierced ears and nose sparkled under the light, her waxed skin gleamed, and her hair flowed delicately over her shoulders. Shobha Devi’s parting words echoed in her mind.
“Be grateful, Debasree. You’ll finally know what it means to belong to a real man.”
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