I woke up on Saturday morning and got ready to head to my CEO ma'm house. I pressed the calling bell and maid welcomed me with a smile inside the house. She introduced herself as Laxmi.

As I sat in the CEO's luxurious home, sipping coffee, I couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. This was the first time I had been invited to her place and it was all because she had accidentally touched my bra strap. But as I looked around her beautiful house, I couldn't help but wonder how different my life could be if I were born in my CEO's madam family.

She asked me about myself and my background. I hesitated at first, not wanting to reveal too much about myself. But something about her kind demeanor made me open up. So, for the first time in a long time, I told someone the truth.

"I grew up in a social welfare school and college," I said, fidgeting with my coffee cup.

Her eyes widened in surprise. "Oh, why did you go there?" she asked gently.

I took a deep breath before continuing. "My parents disowned me when they found out that I wanted to dress and be like a girl. They thought it was a phase and that it would pass if they sent me to an all-boys school. But it never did."

Her expression softened as she listened to my story. "I'm sorry you had to go through that," she said sincerely.

I shrugged, trying to brush off the pain of my past. "It's okay, it made me stronger," I said with a forced smile.

We chatted for hours about our lives and shared personal stories with each other. It felt liberating to finally talk about my true self without any fear of judgment or ridicule.

As the evening drew to a close, she revealed something that left me stunned. "I lost my husband and daughter in a road accident in the US," she said with tears glistening in her eyes.

My heart went out to her as she sobbed uncontrollably in front of me. In that moment, I realized that despite our different backgrounds, we were both struggling with loss of our dear ones. Even though my parents are alive but always made me to live upto their terms.

She explained to me that after coming back to India, she wanted to fulfill her late husband's dream of starting a software company. She also shared with me her vision of creating an inclusive workspace where people can be themselves without fear of judgment.

As I listened to her, tears welled up in my eyes. It was like finally finding someone who understood me and accepted me for who I am. She offered her support and encouraged me to embrace my femininity without any hesitation.

I felt like a huge weight has been lifted off my shoulders as we talked more about our personal lives and experiences. We laughed, cried, and bonded over our shared struggles. And for the first time in a long while, I felt like I have found a friend who truly accepts me for who I am.

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