Saree Navel Hot Novels & Stories

He felt warm inside and could not wait to hear one of her clever remarks as she glares at him. He chuckled thinking about it as he swam slowly getting close and closer to where she was. Her scent did not even disgust him like he usually is by the other Naga people. But soon his smile turned into a frown when he didn’t see Nazima. All the healing seaweeds he had used to bandage her body were left there. Where could she be?

“ Mommy !! Look at this, isn’t it pretty !! “, Pari exclaimed and showed the red-colored saree { Indian dress, a long piece of cloth which is draped around the waist and reaches above the feet with a blouse } to Avni. “ It’s pretty !! “, Avni said with a smile. “ Yeah !! but it will look more pretty, if you will wear it, I am damn sure, It will suit you. All the women in our event will be jealous of you “, Shreya said. Avni hesitated a bit and said,” But Shreya di !! I can’t wear it ! It’s so expensive and besides, I don’t know how to drape it “. “ It’s just payback for helping us to accompany Kabir and don’t worry I knew how to wear it, so rest assured. Now let’s make you ready, we had to

he declared, his gaze unwavering as it met mine. A slow smile played on my lips. It was true. That day, I had chosen to wear a saree and a matching blouse, a tribute to my admiration for the grace and allure of Indian women. The way the pallu, the loose end of the saree, cascaded and playfully slipped over my bosom was a sight that never failed to captivate anyone who beheld it. To amplify its charm, I had chosen a blouse that was sleeveless, daringly low-backed, and featured a deep, alluring neckline. It was a combination designed to mesmerise, and by the look in Roberts’s eyes, it was succeeding.

"Now take the intersection of the pleat and drape it around your back and bring it to the left side. Tuck that and then let's go to the bottom." They continued to follow Dinesh's instruction and soon she was standing in front of them wearing a perfect Nauvari style of sari. Unfortunately, the one thing that did not go well was her catwalk. Dinesh almost scolded Ria for it but she could not do a proper catwalk in high heels wearing a sari. "Ria, why aren't you swinging hips properly. Just do a little from side to side," said Dinesh. "That is too stupid. I am not a desperate girl looking for a man. Why should I swing like that? It feels equal to doing twerk."

The sound echoed through the high-ceilinged room, mingling with the gentle rustle of the linen curtains as they swayed in the soft breeze. Samarth's other hand drifted downward, his fingers slipping into the intricate pleats of her saree, gently coaxing the fabric away from her skin. As the saree fell to the floor, pooling around her feet like a crimson silken river, Inayat felt a surge of vulnerability wash over her. She stood before Samarth, clad only in her skirt and blouse, her skin burning with a mixture of shame and desire.

Maybe from a early age I wear saree so I'm in love with it. Veer came changed in his night wear as well.. He sit on the bed and signal me to sit his lap.. I obeyed him.. Mature content *********************** After that he suddenly losse my blouse's knot.. Not that lose that it will drop and not to tight that will hold it in place.. Its showing my cleavege and back but still it's not showing full.. What he is doing? Did he giving himself a show of my body? Then he very slowly unpin my saree.. But didn't remove it.. The end of saree is hanging out from my body..

Their eyes met, black clashing against blue. Karthik POV: A smile crept it's way on to my lips gazing at my beauty, who was clad in my favourite black color saree which I gifted her once. So unique, yet beautiful. Her milky white skin was looking like snow, her beauty increased by ten folds by this saree. My heart stopped beating and my breath hitched. Her face was radiating in the moonlight. This was the second time she wore a saree after our marriage. She was looking breathtaking in that saree. It was emphasizing her perfect curves. Beautiful sight to my hungry eyes. How can I control my self?

I said. "Hush.." he whispered. There were many sarees of different colors and he picked up a black coloured saree. "We have to buy emerald," I said quietly. But he did not pay me any attention, making me huff tiredly. "Pack this one." He handed the Saree to the girl. I looked at him shaking my head. What has gotten into him! I thought because the Saree he had bought was of pure net. It had a strapless blouse and from behind it had only two thin strings of black pearls covering the back.

Saree is a saviour ! Though I spent another half an hour choosing which colour and what kind of saree I should wear, I finally picked this cotton black saree with a broad marhoon border which is simple yet a lot comfortable and elegant. Humming my favourite of the song which was playing in background since the time i’m getting ready I twisted the lipstick for it to pop out and positioned close to my lips but stopped when last night’s images of Sid’s lips on mine flashed in front of my eyes making my cheeks heat up and turn into peach without any application of artificial blush.

Bharti said as Mayra pulled out a silver silk saree with a small border on each of its sides. "If you don't like it, don't wear..." Bharti said but Mayra halted her words. "There is no other dress I would want to wear Maa..." Mayra responded. "A saree can be a bit old-fashioned..." Bharti said and Mayra chuckled. "I love it Maa, it's perfect..." Mayra said placing the saree on her shoulder. She felt so blessed to have her mother by her side right now. She wanted her whole family to be with her but only if Jay could respond...