Part 1: The Wager That Changed Everything

The Challenge That Started It All

Karan prided himself on being a man of strength, control, and tradition. Masculinity, to him, meant leading, making decisions, and ensuring his wife, Sneha, followed his guidance. He wasn’t cruel—just firm. He truly believed that a man’s role was to "protect and provide ", while a woman’s role was to "support and obey ".  

Their marriage had followed this pattern for years. Karan ran a successful business, a well-established firm he had built from the ground up. Sneha was technically a co-owner, but her role was symbolic. She had "ideas ", but Karan rarely considered them. She had "dreams", but they always came second to his.  

Then, one evening, everything changed.  

They had invited a few close friends over for dinner. The conversation had started harmlessly, drifting from work to politics and then to relationships. But then, someone brought up traditional gender roles.  

“I think it’s good when a man leads the house,” one of Karan’s friends said, swirling his drink.  

Karan nodded in agreement. “Of course. That’s how it’s always been. A man should be strong, decisive, and in charge. A woman’s job is to support her husband, not challenge him.”  

Sneha smirked. “Oh really?”  

“Of course,” Karan continued, unaware of the "trap" he was walking into. “Women have it easier. Cooking, cleaning, dressing up—none of that is real work. Running a business, making tough decisions—that is real responsibility.”  

Sneha leaned back, her eyes glinting with something dangerous. “If it’s so easy, why don’t you try it?”  

The room went silent.  Karan frowned. “What do you mean?”  

“I mean,” Sneha said slowly, “why don’t you live like a woman for a while? Do what I do. Dress like I do. Follow the same rules you expect from me.”  

His friends laughed. One of them whistled. “Now that I would be something to see.”  

Karan scoffed. “Come on, that’s ridiculous.”  

“Why?” Sneha tilted her head. “If it’s so easy, shouldn’t it be no problem for a strong, capable man like you?”  

Karan felt the weight of his friends’ stares. If he refused, would it mean he was admitting  that women’s roles were difficult? His ego wouldn’t allow that.  

So, with a smirk, he shrugged. “Fine. One week. I’ll prove that it’s nothing.”  

His friends cheered, raising their glasses. But Sneha? She only smiled—because she knew what was coming .  

Day 1: Stripping Away Masculinity

By the time the morning sun filtered through the curtains, Karan was already regretting his decision.  

Sneha stood at the foot of the bed, holding a razor, wax strips, and a bottle of hair removal cream.  

“What’s this?” he asked, blinking groggily.  

“Your transformation starts now,” she said with a mischievous grin. “First, we get rid of all that hair.”  

Karan sat up. “Wait, what?”  

Sneha sighed dramatically. “A proper lady keeps her skin smooth doesn’t she? Or do you think women should walk around with hairy legs?”  

Karan hesitated. He had never shaved his body before  let alone considered waxing.  

Sneha playfully held up the wax strips. “I can do it for you if you like.”  

He scoffed. “I’ll do it myself.”  

An hour later, he stood in front of the mirror, running his hands over his **now hairless arms and legs. His chest, once covered in fine stubble, was completely smooth. He felt oddly exposed vulnerable in a way he couldn’t describe.  

Sneha stepped behind him, running a finger along his  bare jaw. “Hmm. Much better.”  

He tensed. “What now?”  

“Now?” She held up a bright saree. “Now, you get dressed.”  

Dressing the Part

Sneha handed him the soft fabric. “Put it on.”  

Karan frowned. “How?”  

She smirked. “Exactly. You expect women to wear these every day, yet you don’t even know how they work.”  

With her help, he  "awkwardly wrapped the saree around himself, fumbling with the pleats. The blouse was tight , making him feel restricted, and the petticoat felt strange against his smooth legs.  

Sneha adjusted the pallu over his shoulder and stepped back, admiring her work. “Not bad. But you need a little extra.”  

She brought out a makeup kit.  

“No way,” Karan muttered.  

“Oh? So you think makeup is unnecessary, but you expect me to wear it when we go out?”  

His jaw clenched. He had no response to that.  

“Sit,” she commanded.  

Reluctantly, he did.  

Sneha worked quickly, applying foundation, blush, kajal . A  bindi was the final touch.  

When she turned him toward the mirror, Karan’s stomach dropped.  

The man he had always known the confident, masculine figure was gone. In his place was someone… softer. Someone almost beautiful.  

Sneha grinned. “You look adorable.”  

He swallowed hard. “I look ridiculous.”  

She only laughed.  

For the next few hours, Karan was subjected to tasks he had always dismissed as ‘easy’.  

Sweeping the floor proved difficult in a saree he kept tripping  over the pleats. Cooking was a nightmare his  bangles clinked with every movement, and the bindi made him constantly aware of his forehead. Even sitting was a challenge—he had to keep his knees together, maintain grace, and move delicately.  

Sneha lounged on the couch, watching with amusement. “You always say a woman’s work isn’t real work. How’s it going?”  

Karan shot her a glare but didn’t respond. He wouldn’t give her the satisfaction.  

By the time evening arrived, he was exhausted.  

Sneha stretched lazily. “I think I’ll take a nap. Be a dear and massage my feet, won’t you?”  

Karan stiffened. “What?”  

“You wanted a **traditional wife**,” she reminded him. “Shouldn’t a husband **pamper her** after a long day?”  

His hands **curled into fists**. But he was **too tired to argue**.  

As he massaged her feet, Sneha sighed in satisfaction. “Mmm. You’re actually quite good at this.”  

Karan ground his teeth.  

The Night Ends, But the Game Continues

As Karan lay in bed that night, his body sore, Sneha leaned over him with a mischievous smile.  

“You did well today,” she whispered.  

Karan scoffed. “One day down, six more to go.”  

Sneha chuckled. “Oh, darling… who said this would last only a week?”  

Karan’s breath caught.  

Sneha smirked, turning off the light. “Goodnight, darling. Tomorrow will be even more fun.”  

Karan, however, lay awake dreading what tomorrow would bring.  

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