Part 2: Sneha’s Reign Begins

 Missed first part - read it here 

A Restless Night 

Karan barely slept. Every time he shifted, the bangle on his wrist clinked, a constant reminder of the absurd situation he was trapped in. His body felt different—lighter, smoother, almost weaker in some strange way. He had never cared about body hair before, but now, every time the bedsheet brushed against his skin, he noticed it.  

And Sneha’s words kept ringing in his ears.  

"Who said this would last only a week?"

She was just teasing… right?  

The Morning After And A New Rule

Karan woke to the scent of coffee. He sat up, stretching and immediately felt the saree shift around him. Right. That was real. This was real.  

Sneha strolled in, looking fresh and confident, holding two cups. She handed one to him with a sweet smile. “Good morning, sweetheart.”  

He took it cautiously. “Morning.”  

She plopped onto the bed beside him. “So, how does it feel?”  

Karan scowled. “Like I lost a bet to a devil.”  

Sneha laughed. “Oh, but you haven’t lost yet. You still have six more days.” She took a sip of her coffee. “Or maybe more.”  

He narrowed his eyes. “We agreed on a week.”  

“Did we?” She looked innocently amused, but he didn’t trust it for a second.  

Karan exhaled, deciding not to push. He had bigger problems to worry about.  

Like the fact that Sneha was now holding a pair of earrings.  

His chest tightened. “No.”  

She pouted. “Oh, come on. You’ve already shaved, worn a saree, and let me do your makeup. This is nothing.”  

“I draw the line at piercings,” he said firmly.  

Sneha rolled her eyes. “Relax, they’re clip-ons.”  

Karan exhaled in relief. “Fine.”  

The moment she clipped them onto his ears, though, he flinched. They felt heavy, foreign.  

Sneha grinned. “There. Now you’re starting to look like a proper woman.”  

Karan clenched his jaw. This was getting worse.  

Woman’s Work Never Ends 

By mid-morning, he was already frustrated beyond belief.  

He had assumed cooking would be easy. It wasn’t. The saree kept getting in the way, the heat from the stove felt suffocating, and the bangles clinked so much that he was sure he’d lose his mind.  

Sneha, of course, was having the time of her life.  

“Careful, darling,” she teased, watching him struggle to roll out rotis. “We wouldn’t want you to break a nail.”  

Karan shot her a glare but bit back a reply. He wasn’t going to give her the satisfaction.  

After what felt like an eternity, lunch was finally ready. He slumped onto a chair, exhausted.  

And then Sneha handed him a plate.  

“Come serve Me the Food.”  

Karan blinked. “What?”  

She gestured toward the dining table. “A good wife serves her husband first, remember? Or do you need a reminder of what you used to say?”  

Karan wanted to argue. But his own past words his own rules were working against him now.  

Gritting his teeth, he stood up, adjusted his saree, and walked over to serve Sneha first.  

His own hands trembled with humiliation.  

Sneha took a bite, smiling sweetly. “You’re a natural.”  

He had never hated her more.  

Public Humiliation? Not Yet.

By late afternoon, Karan thought the worst of the day was over.  

He was wrong.  

Sneha walked in with a shopping bag. “Get dressed. We’re going out.”  

Karan froze. “No.”  

She raised an eyebrow. “Oh? Are you backing out?”  

“I never agreed to go outside.”  

Sneha smirked. “You also never specified you wouldn’t. And besides don’t you want to experience a full day in a woman’s life? You were so confident before.”  

His hands curled into fists. This was a trap, and he knew it. But if he refused, she’d never let him forget it.  

“…Where are we going?” he muttered.  

She grinned. “Just a quick trip to the salon. You need some finishing touches.”  

His breath caught in his throat.  

The Final Straw For Today, At Least 

Somehow, he convinced her to let him stay home just for today. She only agreed on one condition: he had to practice walking properly.  

Apparently, his usual gait was too… manly.  

So for the next hour, he found himself balancing books on his head, trying to move gracefully while Sneha barked instructions like a drill sergeant.  

“Smaller steps!”  

“Straighten your back!”  

“Don’t stomp like an elephant!”  

Karan wanted to scream.  

By the end of the night, he was sore, exhausted, and mentally drained. But he had survived another day.  

As he collapsed onto the bed, Sneha curled up beside him, resting her head on his shoulder.  

“You did well today,” she murmured.  

Karan didn’t reply.  

She chuckled softly. “You know… you look kinda cute like this.”  

He stiffened. “Go to sleep.”  

Sneha laughed but said nothing more.  

Karan, though? He lay awake, dreading what tomorrow would bring.  

Because deep down, he had a terrifying thought one he refused to acknowledge.  

A part of him wasn’t just resisting anymore.  

A part of him was changing.  

To be continued…