The movies have finished and now you are helping clean up, you weren’t at first but for some reason the sight of the mess made you want to pitch in. You walk into the kitchen and begin loading things away from cleaning. It seems difficult at first, you’re not used to cleaning dishes or carrying so many plates, but as you do it gets easier and easier.
You open up a cupboard which you could’ve sworn seemed higher moments ago, and load some used plates into this. Statisifed with it you walk out to greet Aaral, who seems kind of different than when you last saw her. She seems somewhat bigger.
“Thank you for inviting us Aaral, this has been a wonderful time” you say to her, as she smiles.
“It is no problem Ruhi, my kids our out with their father so I thought I’d make it a girls night out.” She says, causing you to smile and sit down. Wait.. did she her kids?
“Your kids?” You asked confused.
“Huh?” She says looking at you.
“You said something about... your kids.” You say, again wondering what she’s talking about, seeing much too young to be a mother and you know she isn’t a teen mum.
“Oh yes they can be such a handful something, but I couldn’t imagine life without them.” She says , looking wishful. You again seem confused, looking around the room it seems the others don’t share your confusion. Your ideas are drawn to a picture, of Aaral with two young infants, she looks older in this picture somehow. You rub your eyes and look at her, if anything she looks younger in the picture you realise. Not that you’d tell her that of course.
You look at yourself, your breasts seem bigger, in fact so does your butt and body in general. Getting up you find yourself walking with a slight sway in your hips, glancing at a mirror you find a more mature yet young face looking back at you. You’re about to ponder this more when you’re interrupted.
“Care for a drink everyone.” Asks Aaral she takes out some wine. You didn’t know she drank alcohol.
“Alcohol?” You asked, concerned at her getting into trouble.
“Of course Ruhi, we always have some for special occasions, we’re not young schoolgirls anymore afterall.”
In your confusion you can only manage say “uhh.. of course silly me” and to take a glass and sip it. Which instantly washes away your confusion.
“Now is your modelling career going Ruhi?” Asks one of your old friends as she sips her own wine. You’re confused at what she means, you’re just a student.
“I’m just a student of modelling, not a professional star or anything.” You say somewhat weakly.
Your friend merely grins “You’re too modest Ruhi, you’re one of the greats. Afterall How would’ve you met your husband if not for modelling”
“My... husband?” You’re not married... you’re far to young to be married.. well your in your twenties but still.. wait weren’t you 18? Well of course everyone was 18 once... flashes of a handsome young man sweeping you off your feet begin flashing in your mind. And those of a traditional Hindu wedding with him, causing,you to smile lovedtruck.
“Oh yes. I have my brilliant career to thank for him. After all..” you do a quick run way walk down the run, swaying your hips effortlessly, as if you’ve done this dozens of times. As you do, flashes of run way shows with fellow Indian models flash through your mind.
“Who could resist this” you finish with a wink and to the cheers of your friends.
Sitting down you remember you’re just at a gathering of old friends. You’re all so busy with careers or families, and in some cases both. You don’t see them as often as you should. Any thought of a young boy’s plans of infiltration are long distant from your mind. Now only Ruhi, the young glamorous Indian model and loving wife remain.
You giggle at the thought of having your husband’s babies. He’d make sure a great father, and you’d be such a amazing mother. You quickly pray at a near by Hindu idol for your good fortune and karma. You live a blessed life.
A part of your feels something is wrong, but a larger part knows that Ruhi is living her dream life.