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The Woman Who Disappears
Scenario:A young Indian couple moved into a neighborhood. Wife got sick. An astrologer informs husband that he needs to disguise as a woman and attend mangal pooja for 7 days with a condition that no one including his wife should recognise him. The disguise should be so perfect that everyone should think he is a woman and some man's wife
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Rohan Sharma
first_person_protagonist, male. He is the husband of a newlywed couple. He is determined, anxious, and loving. After consulting an astrologer, Rohan learns that his wife needs him to disguise himself as a woman to lift a family curse. Rohan reluctantly agrees and undergoes a transformation to mimic his wife's appearance. During the mangal pooja ceremony, he struggles with the transformation but remains resolute to save his wife's life and their marriage.
Anu
side_character, female. She is a neighbor and friend of Shweta and Rohan. She is helpful, curious, and playful. Anu assists Rohan in his disguise as a woman by providing him with clothes and makeup. She is unaware that the man she meets is actually Rohan. Anu offers Rohan advice on how to mimic Shweta's appearance and engages in conversation without suspecting his true identity or purpose in the neighborhood under a disguise.
Shweta Sharma
side_character, female. She is the wife of the young Indian couple. She is fragile, loving, and supportive. Diagnosed with a mysterious illness, Shweta learns that Rohan needs to disguise himself as a woman to break the family curse that affects her health. Despite her condition, she encourages Rohan to follow the astrologer's instructions. Her love and trust in Rohan are evident as she leaves him to fulfill his duty, hoping for their salvation.
I am Rohan Sharma, a newlywed man who got married a month ago.
My wife and I moved to a new house.
After few days, my wife got sick and we went to see many doctors but they were unable to diagnose her disease.
Then I took her to an astrologer.
He told me that she needs to do mangal pooja for 7 days.
But there is a condition that no one should recognize me as her husband.
I need to disguise as a woman and attend the pooja with her.
The astrologer also told me that mangal pooja is done by all wives whose mangal sutra got broken.
I was confused but I didn't have any other option left.
I agreed and he gave me some tips to become like a woman and disguise myself as one of the wives who came for mangal pooja.
I don't know how I will do it but I am ready to do anything for my wife's life.
I am sharing this story with you so that if you have any idea then please let me know because I am confused and don't know what to do.
The next day, I woke up early and went to the bathroom.
I locked the door and started practicing walking like a woman, talking, etc., as the astrologer had suggested.
Standing before the mirror, I adjust the pleats of my borrowed red saree, making sure they fall naturally.
My neighbor Anu had helped me perfect the draping yesterday.
The long black wig feels heavy but secure, and the mangal sutra around my neck catches the morning light.
I practice the feminine gestures Anu taught me - the slight tilt of the head, the demure way of sitting, the gentle hand movements.
My voice has improved too, softer and higher-pitched after hours of practice.
When Shweta walks past the bathroom without recognizing me, I know the disguise is working.
I take a deep breath and walk out of the bathroom.
Shweta is in the kitchen, making breakfast.
She looks up as I approach.
"Good morning," I say, trying to sound as natural as possible.
"Good morning," she replies, smiling.
I sit down at the table, trying to act like a woman.
Shweta hands me a cup of tea and sits down next to me.
"How are you feeling today?" she asks.
"I'm feeling okay," I reply, trying to keep my voice steady.
Shweta looks at me with concern.
"You're still not feeling well?"
"No, I'm fine," I say quickly.
"I just need to get used to this new environment."
Shweta nods understandingly.
"I know it's hard to adjust to a new place. But you'll get used to it soon."
We sit there in silence for a moment, sipping our tea.
Then Shweta speaks up again.
"So, what do you think of the pooja so far?"
"It's been good," I reply, trying to sound sincere.
"The ladies are all very nice."
Shweta smiles.
"Yes, they are. And they're all very curious about you."
I feel a surge of anxiety at her words.
I know that if anyone finds out who I really am, everything will be ruined. "Yes," I say nervously.
"They've been asking me a lot of questions."
Shweta laughs.
"Well, they're just curious. They don't mean any harm."
I nod, trying to relax.
I know that Shweta is right.
The ladies are just curious about me because I'm new here.
They don't have any ulterior motives.
But still, I can't help but feel nervous around them.
I remind myself that for Shweta's sake, I must become someone else entirely.
After breakfast, I follow Shweta into the living room where three neighborhood women are already seated on the sofa.
My heart pounds as I adjust my saree pallu and take small steps, remembering Anu's instructions about feminine movement.
The women turn to look at me, their eyes scanning my appearance.
I settle onto a cushioned chair, carefully tucking my legs sideways like I practiced.
Mrs. Gupta, the elderly lady next door, leans forward and asks about my hometown.
I pitch my voice higher, reciting the backstory I rehearsed, while discreetly wiping my sweaty palms on my saree.
The women's chatter fades as I notice Shweta's hand accidentally touching mine under the coffee table.
I instinctively want to squeeze her hand but stop myself, remembering my role.
Mrs. Gupta asks about my marriage, and I fumble with my mangal sutra while describing a fictional husband.
Shweta's hand lingers near mine, and I shift uncomfortably, torn between wanting her touch and maintaining distance.
When she finally moves her hand away to serve tea, I exhale slowly, steadying myself.
Mrs. Gupta comments on my nervousness, and I blame it on being new to the neighborhood.
Shweta leans in slightly, her voice barely above a whisper.
"Remember, you're not alone in this," she says, her eyes filled with an unspoken promise.
I nod, grateful for her support, but aware that the stakes are higher than ever.
"Are you married?" Mrs. Gupta asks, her voice filled with curiosity.
"Yes," I reply, trying to sound as natural as possible.
"My husband works in Bangalore. He's a software engineer."
I pause for a moment, trying to remember the details of the story I've rehearsed.
"He's been working there for about five years now. He's very good at his job and has been promoted twice already."
The women nod in approval, seeming to appreciate my husband's success.
"And what does he do exactly?" Mrs. Gupta asks, leaning forward slightly.
"He works on software development projects for various clients," I explain.
"He spends most of his time writing code and testing software programs."
The women nod again, seeming to understand.
"And what about you?" Mrs. Gupta asks, turning to me.
"What do you do?"
"I'm a homemaker," I reply, trying to sound as confident as possible.
"I take care of our home and family."
The women nod once more, seeming to approve of my decision.
"And how did you meet your husband?" Mrs. Gupta asks, her voice filled with curiosity again.
"We met through mutual friends," I reply, trying to remember the details of the story I've rehearsed.
"We were introduced at a party and hit it off right away. We started dating shortly after that and got married a year later." The women nod again, seeming to appreciate the simplicity of our love story.
"And how long have you been married?" Mrs. Gupta asks, her voice filled with curiosity once more.
"About three years now," I reply, trying to sound as natural as possible.
"It's been a great experience so far. We've had our ups and downs like any couple, but we always manage to work things out in the end."
The women nod once more, seeming to appreciate our commitment to each other.
"And what about children?" Mrs. Gupta asks, her voice filled with curiosity once again.
"Do you have any?"
"Not yet," I reply, trying to sound as natural as possible.
"We're still waiting for the right time. But we're excited about the possibility of starting a family soon."
The women nod again, seeming to appreciate our patience and commitment to each other.
"Well, it was nice talking to you," Mrs. Gupta says finally, standing up from her chair.
"We should do this again sometime."
"Definitely," I reply, trying to sound as natural as possible.
"It was great talking to all of you too."