chapter 7

Chapter 7

After the Kangana ceremony, Monty returned to the room and stood in front of the mirror, staring at his reflection. He ran his hands over his face, tracing his jawline, his soft, feminine features. His eyes filled with conflict.

"What is happening to me?" he muttered to himself. "For a moment, I forgot who I really am. It felt like I was actually a woman, and Romi... my husband?" He shook his head, trying to shake off the strange emotions creeping into his heart.

Just then, Romi walked into the room, his sharp gaze locking onto Monty's reflection in the mirror. A mischievous smirk played on his lips. "You might have won the game, Preety," he teased, walking closer, "but in this relationship, I will be the winner."

Monty turned around, folding his arms. "Oh really? And how exactly do you plan on winning?"

Romi leaned in, so close that Monty could feel his breath tickling his skin. He whispered huskily, "Get ready, wifey. We're going out."

Monty's heart skipped a beat. His mind raced with wild thoughts. 'Out? Does he mean... honeymoon?'

His eyes widened as he mumbled under his breath, "Are we... are we going on our honeymoon?"

Romi, hearing Monty's whispered panic, chuckled darkly. He tilted his head and playfully teased, "Why? Are you that eager for our first night together?"

Monty's face turned beet red. "W-WHAT?! Absolutely NOT!" he shrieked, stepping back in horror.

Romi laughed, thoroughly enjoying Monty's flustered reaction. "Relax, sweetheart. I just meant we're going somewhere before the another ceremony. Now hurry up and get dressed."

Monty let out a breath of relief but narrowed his eyes at Romi. "You did that on purpose!"

Romi simply winked. "Maybe. Now get ready, Preety."

With that, he walked out of the room, leaving Monty glaring at the door.

A while later, after informing the family, Romi drove Monty to an unknown location. Monty, dressed in a pastel saree, sat nervously in the passenger seat, stealing glances at Romi every few minutes.

"Where are we going?" he finally asked.

Romi smirked but kept his eyes on the road. "You'll see."

Monty huffed. "Ugh! I hate surprises."

"You'll love this one," Romi assured him.

After a few more minutes, the car pulled up in front of a lavish beauty parlor. The moment Monty saw the signboard, his stomach dropped.

"NO WAY!" Monty exclaimed, gripping the seatbelt like his life depended on it. "I'm NOT going in there!"

Romi leaned against the car door, crossing his arms. "Oh, come on, Preety. You're a newlywed bride. You need to look perfect!"

Monty shook his head violently. "Nope. Not happening. I refuse to undergo torture in the name of beauty!"

Romi sighed dramatically. "Well, then, I guess I'll have to carry you inside."

Monty gasped. "You wouldn't dare—"

Before he could finish, Romi effortlessly lifted him bridal style and marched towards the parlor.

"PUT ME DOWN! ROMI! I SWEAR I'LL—"

"You'll what? Scratch me with your delicate bride nails?" Romi teased.

Inside the parlor, the beauticians giggled at the sight of the flustered 'bride' in her husband's arms.

Romi set Monty down in the salon chair and smirked. "Give her... the full treatment."

Monty's eyes widened in horror. "WHAT?!"

Before he could protest, the beauticians surrounded him like hunters cornering their prey.

First came the facial.

"Ugh, this is disgusting!" Monty whined as a thick paste was smeared all over his face.

"Shh, beauty takes patience, madam," the beautician said sweetly.

Then came the dreaded waxing session.

Monty eyed the wax strip like it was a venomous snake. "Okay, let's not get carried away. This isn't necessary—"

RIPPPPP!

"AAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!" Monty screamed as his leg hair was mercilessly ripped away.

Sitting outside the room, Romi nearly fell off his chair laughing.

"What is happening in there?" one of the parlor staff asked.

"Just my wife learning the joys of being beautiful," Romi said, shaking with laughter.

Inside, Monty clutched the armrests of the chair, eyes wide with horror. "No more! I give up! Let me go!"

The beautician smiled. "Almost done, madam. Just one more leg."

"I DON'T WANT THIS ANYMORE!" Monty wailed.

An hour later, Monty emerged from the parlor, his face glowing, eyebrows shaped, and legs as smooth as silk. He was still whimpering from the trauma.

Romi took one look at him and smirked. "See? You look gorgeous."

Monty glared. "You... are a monster."

Romi chuckled and leaned in. "Come on, sweetheart. Let's go."

Monty crossed his arms. "I hate you."

Romi grabbed his hand and pulled him close, whispering, "You might say that, but your smooth, hairless legs tell me otherwise."

Monty turned red. "I will get my revenge!"

Romi winked. "Looking forward to it."

As they walked to the car, Monty sulked. "This marriage is a nightmare."

Romi chuckled. "Oh, darling. The fun has just begun."