Novel & Cerita Sarees Stories

Mhen! The make-up accentuated her perfect jawline. It wasn't too much. Amara is a brown-skinned Goddess and I am drowning in her beauty. Ade! Woman don finally get your mumu button.😫 "Ade! Are you even paying attention to what I am saying?!" Sarah yelled at me with a scowl on her face. Nah. he was busy daydreaming about a certain somebody. "I would like to take my leave now" "Stay, please. I like your company."

Bound by The Baby Part 34-3 Continued…… "It's very beautiful" Janhavi said with smile while stroking the saree but suddenly her smile turned into a frown when she remembered that she did not know how to wear a Saree. She wore saree only once when she went to the party with Abhimaan in which also beautician and Raina helped her.

Author's POV The environment was filled with laughter, chatter, and the sweet scent of henna. The women and children were dressed in colourful attire, applying it on each other’s hands, sharing stories that brought beautiful smiles across their faces. They were all gathered around the bride, who was sitting gracefully on the decorative chair. Henna was spread on both her hands as designer work, showing the new path the bride had chosen for herself, the new beginning of her life. At the big function, one girl was sitting in a corner. Her slender figure was draped in a saree, and the soft fabric hugged her curves. Her petite frame and the saree’s colour were a mesmerizing blend of turquoise an

My fingers traced the cool surfaces lightly, my expression one of casual admiration. I waited patiently for the perfect moment. When he finally turned his back to fetch another velvet-lined tray from the storage area behind the counter, my heart quickened. My fingers moved quickly and smoothly, years of experience guiding them with precision. In one fluid motion, I slipped the stunning diamond tennis bracelet—worth a cool twenty thousand dollars—straight into the front of my lace bra. It nestled securely against the warm skin of my breast, the cool metal and stones sending a tiny shiver through me, yet it created no noticeable bulge that someone might spot from a distance.

She replied quickly, smiling. "Are you sure?" He asked again. No, she isn't sure. Please help her wear the saree, please. Pretty please! Her heart said drooling over his hotness. "I... Uhhh... Do you know how to pleat a saree?" She asked awkwardly, making her heart happy in joy. "I can try." He said thinking. "Close your eyes!" She said, not wanting to show her body as she doesn't want him to think that she is throwing herself at him but didn't she already do that while acting according to her personality disorder act?

If it was my normal day, I would have had him sacked right there. “What’s going on?” a slim lady asks, walking over to us. If my guess was correct, she was a senior worker. “Poor customer service,” I replied, still maintaining a cold demeanor. “I mentioned to him that the gown he requested had been bought by a couple who covered over 70% of the cost of the dress. They are planning to settle the remaining payment for the dress today," the sales rep replied with a quivering voice, trying to explain himself to the lady.

She was beautiful like an enchantress but her eyes were like a siren. We were in one of the most prestigious boutiques at that time to buy the dress for my nikkah ceremony. We were having it first as I didn’t know why but I was just trailing myself with them. Shabnab, the lady in that saree, was the owner of this boutique as her aura screamed success all around her. These types of ladies are always an inspiration.

Drying my hair with sambrani (benzoin resin) I set my saree properly and walked out of the room to the kitchen. Done with the cooking I arranged all the dresses in a cotton box ready to distribute them and just then Samira, her mother-in-law, and her sister Laya walked out. They both are almost the same age. And the irony is Laya's mother-in-law is a widow as well and she gets to wear plain light color sarees while I have to wear only white sarees. Not that I complain. After what I lost just being 20 age and color don't matter at all. I lost my dancing freedom. What does this color have significance in my life anyway? And asking permission to dance is out of context. It will only make wit or

When she was about to walk out of the closet, her glance fell on the saree which is kept on the wardrobe. Seeing that saree, a doubt arose in her mind that, Is it this saree she had worn for the marriage that was to take place with nakul ?. With this suspicion, she went near to the saree and took it in her hand. As soon as harshika took saree in her hands, she realized that it was the same saree she had worn for her marriage which is stopped due to raghavan cunning plan.

Subhadra took the Kanchipuram silk saree out of the bag and put it on her friend's shoulder. "Subha....it's beautiful." The red and yellow saree looked so good on her. The bottom of the saree had a thick gold border and the rest of the saree was covered in a gold fern leaf pattern. "You got this last minute?" Latha asked her. Subhadra flicked her hair over her shoulder. "I have my sources bridezilla. I don't kiss and tell, but it's new. Don't worry about that." Her friend rolled her eyes.