My Cute office Colleague 2 (5$) Tier Long story

I shook my head, amused by his nonchalance. "You know, you were a pretty good helper earlier. I didn't think you had it in you to chop onions so well."

"It's not a big deal, Grandma. I cook for myself most of the time."

My eyes widened with surprise at his revelation. "You cook for yourself most of the time?" I echoed, not quite believing him.

"Yeah, I live alone, and I'm kinda poor. Most of my money goes to my family, and I don't have a maid, so yeah."

I felt a pang of sympathy hearing his explanation. "Oh, that's tough," I said, my tone more sympathetic. "It must be hard having to take care of yourself and cook all your meals all the time."

"Nah, it's quite easy. Chill."

I raised an eyebrow at his nonchalant response. "You make it sound like it's no big deal," I said, crossing my arms. "But don't you get tired of having to cook for yourself all the time?"

"Nope. I do it as a hobby, listening to music while cooking. It's quite okay, you know."

"I do hate cleaning, though. If you visited my house, you'd see layers of dust."

I chuckled at his mention of his dislike for cleaning. "Oh, so you're a cooking enthusiast but not a fan of cleaning, huh?" I teased. "You like to create messes in the kitchen but not clean them up."

"Nope. In the house, I can't eat with dirty utensils, man."

I chuckled, shaking my head at his response. "So you're a clean freak when it comes to eating, but not when it comes to cleaning your house. That's an interesting combination."

"Precisely."

I shook my head, smiling at his straightforwardness. "You know, you're quite unique, Rohan," I said, admiring his carefree attitude. "You're a cooking enthusiast but don't like to clean. You don't mind wearing a salwar kameez, but you're not comfortable with a bra. It's all quite... different, I suppose."

"Oi, who said I don't mind wearing it? You literally forced it on me, and I don't have any breasts that need bra support. It's uncomfy."

I laughed at his protest, finding it amusing. "Oh, come on, Rohan, it can't be that uncomfy. Besides, you look quite cute in it," I teased, enjoying the way he blushed in embarrassment.

"You know what? The biryani is good, though."

I beamed with pride at his compliment. "Oh, you think the biryani is good?" I asked, a hint of smugness in my tone. "I'm glad you like it. I put a lot of effort into making it perfect."

I sat down across from him at the dinner table, watching him savor the biryani. "So, what do you think?" I asked, trying to gauge his honest opinion. "Is it as good as you thought it would be?"

"I had low expectations."

I feigned offense at his comment, pretending to be hurt. "Low expectations? Ouch, that's a little harsh," I said, pouting slightly. "I put a lot of effort into making this biryani, you know."

"Yeah, kidding. It's actually good."

I couldn't help but chuckle at his backtracking. "Mhm, sure, you were just kidding," I said teasingly. "Now you're suddenly singing my praises after saying you had low expectations."

After that, we ate the biryani while chatting about work, life, free time, hobbies, etc. While we were on that topic, the news on TV was talking about the weather. It seems it's going to rain heavily for the next four days due to a storm.

"Oi, Priya, do you think the rain will cause a semi-flood, like when roads get filled with water and all?"

I paused mid-bite as the news caught my attention. "Hmm, a storm, huh?" I said, listening to the news report. "Semi-flood, you say?"

I thought for a moment, considering the implications. "It's possible, I suppose," I replied, a slight frown on my face. "If the storm is as bad as the report says, then roads filling with water is definitely a possibility."

"I should try to reach my house today then; otherwise, I might be stuck here."

I noticed his concern about leaving, and a small idea popped into my mind. "Oh, you're worried about getting stuck here?" I asked, feigning sympathy. "That would be quite unfortunate, wouldn't it?"

I tried to hide the mischievous thought that was forming in my head, knowing that it might be the best opportunity to carry out my plan.

I continued eating, pretending to think deeply about his situation. "You know, it might be better to stay here, just to be safe," I said, my tone casual. "I have a spare room, and I wouldn't mind having some company for a few days."

"No, I don't think I will be safe with you. You might end up making me a freaking maid or something."

I feigned offense at his accusations. "Me? Making you a maid? How could you think that?" I said, pretending to be hurt. "I'm just offering you a place to stay for a few days until the storm passes."

I thought about my next move, trying to come up with a way to convince him to stay without making it too suspicious.

"Besides," I said, leaning back in my chair, "it might be fun. We could hang out, chat, cook together. It's not like I'm going to force you to clean my house or anything."

"Wait, it's a deal if there are no taxis running. Let me check."

I suppressed a smile, knowing he was about to fall into my trap. "Sure, check if there are any taxis running," I replied, trying to sound nonchalant. "But you know, the storm is supposed to be pretty bad. It might be safer to just stay here."

I watched as he checked his phone for taxi service updates, hoping he would realize the futility of trying to leave in this weather.

When he looked up, I spoke again. "Any luck with the taxis?" I asked, although I already knew the answer.

"None, huh?" I said, feigning surprise. "Ah, how unfortunate. It looks like the storm is getting pretty bad out there."

"Yeah, it seems so."

"Well, Priya, isn't this flat quite expensive with today's rent?"

"Oh, I own it. My father bought it for me, to be precise."

I smiled, proud of my situation. "Yes, it is quite expensive," I replied. "But I have a good job, and my father was kind enough to buy this flat for me."

"You're quite lucky. A quarter of my income goes to rent."

I nodded, feeling a pang of sympathy for him. "That's tough," I said sincerely. "It must be hard having to spend so much of your income just on rent."

"You know what, Rohan? I've been looking for a maid," I said, seizing the opportunity.

I watched his eyebrows furrow in confusion at my sudden change of topic. "A maid?" he repeated, sounding surprised.

"Yes," I said, a smile creeping across my face. "I've been looking for someone to help out with some cleaning and cooking around the house."

"Is it so? Have you found any suitable suggestions from neighbors or someone?"

I shook my head. "No, not yet," I said with a slight sigh. "I've asked around, but no one seems suitable for the job."

"Actually," I said, feigning a thoughtful look, "you might be the perfect candidate."

"I am not interested."

I raised an eyebrow at his immediate rejection. "Not interested? Why not?" I said, pretending to be puzzled.

"Uh, because I don't want to."

I crossed my arms, feigning displeasure. "Just 'cause you don't want to' isn't a good enough excuse," I said, my tone slightly scolding. "Come on, it's not that bad. You'll just have to do a little cleaning and cooking, that's all."

"And what's in it for me?"

I feigned surprise at his question. "What's in it for you? Well, you'll have a roof over your head, food on the table, and a warm, comfortable place to sleep. Plus, I might throw in a few extra perks as compensation."

"Nope, not interested. I doubt you will just make me do housework. With how you forced me to wear this outfit in a single day, you might be forcing me to do who knows what in a month."

I couldn't help but chuckle at his stubbornness. "Oh, come on, you're overthinking it," I said, trying to convince him otherwise. "I won't make you do anything crazy. Just some light cleaning and cooking, that's all. And don't complain about the outfit; you look quite cute in it," I teased.

"No, I am still not comfortable with the offer."

"Listen, Rohan, think clearly. If you can save a quarter of your income, I guess your salary is around 120,000 per month. That means you'll save 30k. In 3-4 years, you could get a house if you make the right investments."

"The only thing I ask in return is a bit of harmless roleplay. If you aren't interested, well, never mind."

Rohan pondered my words, silently thinking about the pros and cons of my offer. But as soon as I mentioned "harmless roleplay," he furrowed his eyebrows, looking slightly skeptical.

"Harmless... roleplay?" he repeated, sounding unconvinced. "What kind of roleplay are you talking about

What's a maids gender usually rohan I asked

"Uhm, a maid is a woman," Rohan replied, looking slightly confused by the question. "Why do you ask?"

"Well, you answered your own question. That's what you'll be inside this house. I enjoyed dressing you up earlier, and I won't do it all the time, but sometimes."

Rohan's face visibly paled, his eyes widening in surprise. "Wait, what?! Are you telling me I'll have to dress up as a woman?"

"Precisely."

Rohan's eyes widened even more, disbelief and fear etched on his face. "But that's crazy! I can't just dress up as a woman, especially in front of you!"

"Okay, then the deal's off."

I watched as panic and fear flickered in his eyes. He didn't want the deal to fall through. He seemed to struggle with his initial protests, torn between not wanting to dress up and not wanting to leave.

"Wait, wait," he said, his voice strained. "Is there no other way?"

"Nope."

I could sense his inner turmoil. He sighed, a defeated look on his face. "Fine," he said, resigned. "I'll do it. But I have some conditions."

I raised an eyebrow, curious. "Alright, what are your conditions?"

He took a deep breath. "First, I'll only dress up for you when we're alone. No one else can know about this. Understood?"

"Okay, and just so you know, I live alone and don't have many friends."

He let out a sigh of relief. "Okay, good. Secondly, I have a limit on the outfits. Nothing too revealing or flashy. Just something simple and normal, like a dress or a skirt and blouse."

"Oh my, so I have a traditional girl in hand. This will be fun."

He squirmed uncomfortably. "I don't know about the traditional part, but I just don't want to wear anything too revealing."

"Okay, no more requests. These are the only ones I can accept."

He took a deep breath, resigning to my conditions. "Alright, fine. Those are my conditions. As long as you abide by them, I'll play along with this maid thing."

"Well then, why don't you clean the utensils?"

He hesitated, his face still tinged with pink. "You want me to clean the utensils?"

"Did I stutter?"

He sighed, realizing there was no escape. "No, you didn't stutter. Fine, I'll clean the utensils."

"Cool, after you finish, come to my room."

He nodded reluctantly. "Right, I'll clean the utensils first and then come to your room."

I watched as he gathered the dirty utensils and headed to the kitchen. I couldn't help but smirk at his reluctant obedience.

A few minutes later, I heard a tentative knock on my bedroom door. "Come in," I called out.

"Do you want something comfy to wear, Rohan?"

He shuffled into the room, looking embarrassed. "Uh, yeah, something comfy would be nice."

"I guess I can relieve you of your salwar kameez and give you something comfy, on one condition."

He swallowed, wary. "What's the condition?"

"You'll wear a bindi and put lipstick on if you want something comfortable."

He furrowed his eyebrows, considering. "A bindi and lipstick... I don't particularly want to wear a bindi, but if that's the only way to get something comfy... I suppose I have no choice, right?"

"Can I get a t-shirt or a shirt, maybe?" asked Rohan.

"I said something comfortable, Rohan. I'm not giving you a t-shirt."

He sighed, realizing he was in no position to negotiate. "Alright, fine. No t-shirt. What did you have in mind then?"

I chuckled at his resigned state. "Well, I think I have something that'll suit you perfectly. Just wait a moment."

I rummaged through my closet and found the outfit I had in mind. "Ah, here it is."

I held up a nighty with intricate embroidery. "Yes, it's a nighty with quite a bit of embroidery. It's very comfortable, trust me."

"I can't wear it," he stuttered.

I gave him a playful smirk. "Why not? It's quite comfortable and will look lovely on you."

"I don't think anyone can wear it to sleep."

I chuckled softly. "Oh, relax, it's perfectly fine to wear to bed. I promise it's not as outrageous as you think."

I took a step closer to him, my voice becoming slightly authoritative. "You need to relax and stop arguing. You agreed to this, remember? A bindi and lipstick, plus whatever outfit I choose for you. So put this on and be a good girl."

He looked like he wanted to protest, but my authoritative tone made him falter. "Okay... I'll wear it," he muttered reluctantly.

I watched with a satisfied smile as he took the nighty from me. "Get changed," I instructed. "And don't take too long."

He proceeded to change. I looked at the bra and panty I made him wear in the afternoon. "It suits you," I smirked.

He blushed furiously, hastily pulling on the nighty. "Stop saying things like that," he protested weakly.

I chuckled, thoroughly enjoying his embarrassment. "Why? It's true. You look adorable in it," I teased.

I stepped closer to him. "Turn around," I commanded. "Let me see the full view."

He reluctantly turned around, his face still flushed. I took a moment to admire how the nighty hugged his body. "Mmm, very nice," I purred.

I stepped back, a sly smile on my face. "Now, the last part," I said, holding up a tube of lipstick. "You agreed to wear lipstick, remember?"

He nodded reluctantly. "Yeah, I remember."

"Good," I replied, pleased. "Now pucker your lips and close your eyes."

He obeyed, pressing his lips together and closing his eyes. I chuckled softly, finding the sight endearing.

Using a steady hand, I applied the lipstick. The rich red hue made his lips look fuller and more luscious. Satisfied, I stepped back. "Open your eyes."

He opened his eyes slowly, meeting my gaze. His lips, now painted bright red, looked irresistible. "Well, don't you look lovely," I practically purred.

He looked away, embarrassed. "It's just lipstick," he mumbled.

"It's more than just lipstick," I corrected. "It makes you look so much more...delectable."

I stepped closer, our bodies almost touching. "But we're not done yet," I said, holding up a small, round bindi. "You agreed to wear a bindi too."

His eyes widened slightly, but he didn't protest. "Yeah...I did," he muttered.

"Good girl," I praised, lifting the bindi towards his forehead. "Now close your eyes and hold still."

He obeyed, closing his eyes as I placed the bindi on his forehead. The bright red dot added a hint of boldness to his appearance.

Satisfied, I stepped back. The combination of the nighty, lipstick, and bindi made him look absolutely ravishing. "You look gorgeous," I said, admiring the sight.

I couldn't help but muse to myself. The nighty, the soft, crimson lipstick, and the bindi - he didn't look like a maid. He looked more like a newlywed bride. He was just missing something, and I wondered what that might be.