Fashion-(Part 1/5)

My name is Arun Basu. I'm from Kolkata, living a happy life with my mom as a fashion designer. I earned a lot through this profession. My fame reached a high position and one day I was called to Mumbai for fashion designing. There I met a girl named Swapna Aurora, a well established model in Mumbai. We  gradually became close to each other and fell in love. I proposal her to marry me but she denied thinking that if she will marry me her modelling career will be finished. She had one dream in her life and that was to become an International supermodel. I assured her that I will do everything to indulge her dream. Finally we got married in a suitable time.

We spent a happy life and a great husband-wife relationship. There was no sign of lack of love between us. One day I gave asked her of having a child. But she was not ready to become pregnant thinking the her career will face some difficulties through it. So she promised me she will agree on this proposal after fulfilling her dream.

Days were going very happily until one big blow came to my life and destroyed us fully. One day, I was engaged in a work and suddenly got a call  saying that my wife was admitted in a hospital. I rushed to the hospital. I wanted to meet my wife but the doctor refused that because of the treatment going on. Doctors told me it was a acid attack and she is in a very critical state. After 7 days, I met my wife. Her face was covered with bandage. I could guess that her face was completely destroyed due to that acid attack. She talked with me as much as she can. She however failed to tell the police the name of that person who was behind this conspiracy. After one month's recovery, I managed to bring her at our home.

She was shocked to see her destroyed face. She broke down into deep grief. She began to cry loudly. I couldn't control her, the situation was very tragic. Her whole dream crashed to the ground and ruined forever. I failed to control her emotion. She wanted to die but I managed to control her. I couldn't find any way to control my wife. We both were sad because her dream will not be completed. She didn't talk to anybody for almost two days. I gave her the time to control herself. She finally talked to me. We both hugged each other and tried to control her. She was crying on my lap. I promised her that I will love her in that way all my life.

After some days, we left the city and moved in a new place where nobody knew us. We began our new life with my mom. Days were passing happily in that new place without any disturbance. My wife began to see a new dream that she will make our daughter a famous supermodel. We did the things according to our plan. But this dream of my wife also ends in dissatisfaction as the Doctor declared that I was unable to impregnate a woman and my wife, Swapna could not give birth because of this. So the dream again broken. Our happy life again was destroyed. Swapna again began to cry. Few days were passed in this way. Swapna again remained herself in grief. I again could not do nothing for her. She even attempted suicide but luckily she was saved as I was reached there on the time. I knew that I was person behind her every unhappiness. I destroyed her dream. 

Now, the only way to bring her happiness was to fulfill her dream. But how? I was a male and I won't become a female overnight to become a supermodel. So, I couldn't find any way to solve my problem. I wanted to bring back the smile on face of her. But I failed. Days were passing on. My wife then control her emotion again and tried to settle down peacefully with me. But I could see the hidden unhappiness behind her smile.

But the situation didn't go on like this. One day I was browsing on YouTube and there I saw some video about transition timeline of male into female. I saw many videos about transitioning and I searched about it to get the information about it and I got at least one way to bring back happiness in my family.

I finally decided to transform myself into a female to bring back the smile on her face.

To be continued...

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