As I hesitantly followed her to the scooty, she handed me a helmet, instructing me to put it on and gesturing towards the pillion seat. Confused, I attempted to sit on both sides until she corrected me, urging me to perch on one side like a woman. We rode through the city, and I couldn't help but notice a doctor symbol on the scooty, raising more questions in my mind. Eventually, we arrived at an apartment, and she led me inside.

Amidst the group, someone called out for Gita, and as she approached, I couldn't believe my eyes. Gita, a name resonating from my college days, stood before me. Unable to process this unexpected reunion, I accused Gita of orchestrating this as a vendetta for the ragging incident during our college years. However, one of the women stepped forward, revealing the truth.

They explained that Gita was oblivious to their plan. The lady disclosed that Sneha, the victim of my college ragging, was her sister. She had discovered the connection during a health checkup at my workplace, noticing my Bitch tattoo during an ECG procedure. Shocked by the revelation, they concocted this elaborate scheme for revenge. Gita, genuinely unaware, was horrified by her cousin and her friends' actions.

Gita vehemently confronted her friends, questioning the logic behind seeking revenge for an incident that occurred years ago. She insisted that it was unfair and unnecessary. The ladies, realizing their mistake, offered their apologies to me. Gita, expressing her regrets, hugged me tightly, and I could see sincerity in her eyes. The weight of the past lifted, and I found myself accepting their apologies with an open heart.

Gita, ever the supportive friend, complimented me on my appearance, acknowledging that I looked cute in the feminine attire. She inquired about the persistent reminder of my past, the tattoo, and I admitted that it still lingered. It served as a reminder of my darker days. In a heartwarming gesture, Gita hugged and kissed me on the cheek, affirming that our friendship remained intact despite the temporary separation.

P.S: This is purely a fictional and my own story.. Do not repost this story without my consent.