Simi, sits' nervously on the velvety couch in her father's office, the musky scent of testosterone already thick in the air as the cricket team she knows too well saunters in. The room, adorned with trophies of past glories, echoes with their rowdy laughter, the floor trembling beneath their heavy footsteps. They're all here, the boys she has watched flex their muscles under the scorching sun, their sweat-drenched jerseys clinging to their sculpted abs. The same boys who whispered lewd jokes behind her back, their eyes ogling her in the hallways.

simi is now you , you are now simi