Saree Navel Novels & Stories

I dried off and slipped into the lacy black lingerie. The bra pushed my full breasts up, creating deep, inviting cleavage. I fastened the satin blouse, its deep neckline framing my chest beautifully. I wrapped the shapewear snugly around my waist, just below my navel, then carefully draped the black and red satin saree. The luxurious fabric clung to every curve of my hips, ass, and thighs, the pallu draped elegantly over my shoulder.

her mother said and dragged Asmita with herself They were roaming in the mall and finding suitable dresses for Asmita. Asmita took 3 salwar suits and 2 jeans and 4 tops. It was time for a saree. "Ma you see here I'm going there to find." Asmita said and started to find something for her Her eyes struck on a red and golden net saree. It had stone work on it. It was gorgeous. "I want that saree," Asmita told the sales girl "OK mam," the sales girl nodded Asmita was walking away when he heard someone screaming on the sales girl.

Alex POV: “Wow……..” was the only word that left my mouth by seeing her. She was around 5’10 feet tall properly dress in white and red colored pure silk Indian saree (A traditional wear) with lot of expensive Jewelry, her doe like eyes were perfectly outlined with kajal, her wheatish Indian skin tone was absolutely flawless and was complementing her hazel brown orbs, her hairs were pulled back and tied up in a perfect bun with a Jasmine garland entirely tied around it, I was busy taking in her appearance when

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...

She wasn't wearing some fancy gown—which seemed to be a common choice—but an outfit whose origin was muddled somewhere in the forgotten pages of the earth's history books. The clothing that wrapped around her body with origins deeply rooted towards the forgotten culture of the Indian sub-continent. A long unstitched drape wrapped below the waist with one end draped over the shoulder, partly baring her silk-like midriff. She was wearing a pitch-black 'Saree' and an aesthetic one at that. Her dark hair was tied in a sensuous bun and the enchanting curves of her bare abdomen were kissing the oogles of the beholders. A dusky necklace dangled over her silky nape. Her face smooth as butter except

Anya lifted the paper up and found the words, "Hope you like it. Love, V." She wondered who V was and then it struck her. She immediately removed the ribbon and lifted the lid off the box. What was before her eyes was something so beautiful that she couldn't stop looking at it. It was a off white and red printed half and half saree that was made with printed bold floral motifs on the lower part with subtle glitzy foil printed foliage motifs on the second half. Contrast floral patterned patch border extended the grace of the attire with a glow. It also had a pre-stitched matching velvet blouse that came with an elastic lace. There was also a beautiful red floral designed necklace with red sto

What they need is to be used to it. Knock! Knock! Knock! Someone knocked on the door three times. "Come in! It's open!" Nami shouted. And so, tens of maids came in. They are wearing Sari's [ Sari or Saree are the official clothing of women in India, made of silk cloth about several yards. It is wrapped around the middle of the body, a portion being arranged to hang down in front, and the remainder passed across the bosom over the left shoulder. ]

"See you trying to ruin this beautifully done face" I chuckled, my brother smiling warmly at me. I had honestly not meant to cry. It just kind of happened on its own. Turning back to the mirror, I soothed down the silky fabric of my saree with my palms and adjusted the pretty gold studded Kamarbandh that was wrapped securely around my waist. That small piece of jewelry complemented and enhanced my entire bridal look even more ,along with the piercing I had on my belly button. "You look so beautiful Anu"My brother complemented me once more and I blushed , looking at him through the mirror

he asked raising his brow. Laya just huffed at him and went back to her folding clothes. Rahul just laughed at her as he went out to make a call. —------------ That day night… "Where are we going? The cruise ship is that way," she said angrily. She wore a baby pink saree embroidered with pearls. She matched her saree with a choker necklace which was embedded with red and white diamonds along with a ring in flower shape with pink diamonds in it. Letting her hair loose, she just applied minimal makeup and light pink shade.

Ayesha said proudly. I placed a kiss on her forehead smiling and looked at Aunty, who has completely surprised look on her face. “Get to know her, Aunty.” I said, and she nodded understanding. “I am ready!” We heard Nisha saying and looked up to see her wearing a Saree. “Saree’s suits you.” Aunty said. “Yeah! Everyone is saying the same thing, but I guess I need to get more used to them completely.” Nisha said and Aunt nodded.