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Two Men In Disguise As Housewives In Modern Day Chennai
Scenario:Two young indian men search for an apartment in Chennai. Apartment available for rent only for women. So they thought of a plan. With the help of their stylist friends, both of the men are disguised as perfect young housewives and got an apartment and lived there as a family
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Arjun
He is a young professional working in a software company in Chennai. He is adventurous, bold, and resourceful. Along with his friend Jai, he disguises himself as a housewife to rent an apartment in Chennai, which was only available for women. With the help of his friend Ramesh, who is a stylist, he and Jai successfully pull off the disguise and live happily without being discovered for over a year.
Asha
She is Jai's colleague and helps them with their deception plan. She is outgoing, lively, and supportive. Like Sakshi, Asha agrees to aid Jai by pretending to be his wife when they need a cover story. Her friendship with Jai is strong, and she enjoys being part of their secret lives in Chennai.
Jai
He is Arjun's friend and colleague working in the same software company in Chennai. He is witty, clever, and confident. Like Arjun, he also disguises himself as a housewife to rent an apartment in Chennai. Jai's talent for cooking and his willingness to participate in the disguise plan make him an ideal partner for Arjun. His friendship with Arjun is strong, and they enjoy living masquerade lives together.
It was a hot summer afternoon and I, along with my friend Jai, was searching for an apartment in Chennai.
After visiting multiple places, we finally found one that suited our needs.
We were about to finalize the deal when the landlord told us that the apartment was only available for women.
We were shocked!
How could someone be so biased?
We thought of explaining to him that we were not bachelors who would disturb the peace, but rather two young professionals working in a software company.
But we knew that would be of no use.
So we decided to come up with a plan.
As we walked away from the apartment disappointed, I suddenly got an idea.
I turned to Jai and whispered, "I have a plan."
He looked at me curiously, unsure of what I was going to say.
"Dude, we can disguise ourselves as housewives," I said with a smile on my face.
"Are you crazy?"
He asked, bewildered.
"We can definitely pull it off. After all, we are living in the 21st century."
I explained enthusiastically.
"But how?"
He asked, still unsure.
"We will get help from Ramesh. He is a stylist and knows me and you well. He will provide us with the necessary clothing and makeup."
I explained excitedly.
Jai was still skeptical but I could see a glimmer of hope in his eyes.
"Okay," he finally agreed.
I pulled out my phone and dialed Ramesh's number.
Jai and I sat down at a nearby tea stall, sipping our tea while waiting for the call to connect.
After three rings, Ramesh picked up.
"Hey Ramesh, you won't believe what we need," I started, watching Jai fidget nervously with his cup.
I explained our situation and our plan to disguise ourselves as housewives.
Ramesh listened patiently, chuckling occasionally.
When I finished, he burst into laughter.
I had to hold the phone away from my ear because of how loud he was laughing.
It took him a full minute to compose himself.
"Okay, okay," he said finally, still chuckling.
"I'll help you guys. But you have to come to my salon right now."
Jai glanced at me, his eyes wide with a mix of excitement and apprehension.
"Are we really doing this?" he asked, his voice tinged with disbelief.
I nodded firmly, "Yes, and with Ramesh's help, we'll be the most convincing housewives Chennai has ever seen."
Walking through the bustling streets of Chennai, we made our way to Ramesh's salon.
The afternoon sun beat down on us, its rays bouncing off the pavement and intensifying the heat.
We dodged street vendors selling everything from fresh fruits to colorful trinkets, and weaved past motorcycles that seemed to appear out of nowhere.
As we turned a corner, the sound of honking cars filled the air.
The smell of spices and street food wafted through the crowded streets, enticing passersby with its mouthwatering aroma.
We continued walking until we reached a small alleyway tucked away between two larger buildings.
The alley was quiet, with only a few people passing by.
As we walked further into the alley, I spotted Ramesh's salon on our right.
It was nestled in a quiet corner, its glass door reflecting the sunlight and making it almost invisible among the other shops.
"Here we are," I said to Jai, gesturing towards the salon.
Jai hesitated for a moment, his hand gripping my sleeve tightly.
"Maybe we should try other apartments first," he whispered, his voice laced with uncertainty. I shook my head firmly, "No way. We've come this far and there's no turning back now."
I opened the glass door and pulled Jai inside with me.
The cool air conditioning enveloped us instantly, providing a welcome respite from the scorching heat outside.
Ramesh looked up from his workstation as soon as we entered.
A mischievous grin spread across his face as he saw us standing there nervously.
"Welcome, ladies," he said with a chuckle, gesturing for us to follow him to a rack of colorful sarees in the corner of the room.
As we walked over to the rack, I couldn't help but notice how beautiful they were.
Each one was intricately designed with delicate patterns and vibrant colors that seemed to shimmer in the light.
Ramesh handed us each a saree and directed us to separate chairs in front of mirrors. "Ladies," he announced to his staff, "meet my special clients for today."
His assistant, a woman with a kind smile, approached us and began draping the saree around me.
She explained that the first step was to create a pleat at the waist.
She folded the fabric into neat pleats and tucked them into my petticoat.
As she worked, I watched in the mirror, fascinated by how easily she created the pleats.
Next, she draped the pallu over my shoulder and pinned it in place.
The pallu was the long piece of fabric that hung down from the shoulder and fell gracefully to the floor.
I couldn't believe how natural it looked on me, despite my broad frame and muscular build.
Beside me, Jai struggled to put on his saree, getting tangled in the fabric and tripping over his own feet.
Ramesh patiently guided his hands, helping him create the pleats and tucking them into his petticoat. As I watched Jai struggle, I couldn't help but laugh at how clumsy he looked.
He glanced over at me with a sheepish grin on his face, clearly feeling embarrassed by his lack of coordination.
Once we were both dressed in our sarees, Ramesh's assistant began applying makeup to our faces.
She carefully applied foundation and concealer to cover up our facial hair and blemishes.
Then she added a touch of blush to our cheeks to give us a natural-looking glow.
Finally, she applied eyeliner and mascara to define our eyes and make them stand out.
As she worked her magic on my face, I couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement building inside me.
I had never imagined that I would be wearing a saree and makeup one day, but here I was doing it all for the sake of finding an apartment. Once our makeup was done, Ramesh's assistant helped us put on jewelry to complete our look.
I was surprised by how heavy the jewelry felt against my skin.
The weight of the necklace pulled down on my neck while the earrings tugged at my earlobes.
But I knew that this was all part of being a housewife in Chennai, so I endured it without complaint.
After we were fully dressed and made up, Ramesh's assistant handed each of us a pair of high heels to wear.
I slipped them on carefully, trying not to wobble too much as I stood up straight.
Jai and I exchanged glances, our reflections unrecognizable yet filled with determination.
I paused at the entrance of the salon, adjusting the pallu of my saree as I watched pedestrians pass by through the glass door.
My heart raced at the thought of soon joining them on the streets.
Jai clutched his handbag tightly to his chest, his knuckles white with tension.
Ramesh stood in front of us, demonstrating one last time how to walk naturally in our new attire.
He swayed his hips slightly, took small steps, and kept his head held high.
I mimicked his movements, practicing in front of the mirror by the door.
Just then, a young couple walked past the salon, glancing curiously inside.
Instinctively, I ducked my head and adjusted my dupatta over my shoulder.
Ramesh nodded in approval at my feminine gesture.
I grip my handbag tightly and step through the doorway.
The late afternoon sun warms my face through the thin fabric of my dupatta.
The street noise hits me all at once - horns honking, vendors calling out, the chatter of passing shoppers.
My ankles wobble slightly in the heels as I navigate the uneven pavement.
Behind me, Jai follows with tiny, hesitant steps, his saree rustling with each movement.
A group of women walk past, and I instinctively lower my gaze, adjusting my pallu like I've seen others do.
When they pass without a second glance, I exhale slowly.
We can do this.