Sarees Stories Novels & Stories

"Cherub, which one should I wear?" Nana asked Zayn with a cute pout etched on her lips, looking adorable as she held two sarees in her hands –Cotton Silk Printed Saree with Blouse Piece and Hand Block Printed Saree. "The cotton silk one is finer and you won't have problem closing your stomach." He advised, looking up from his laptop wearing his wire glasses making him look sexier.

Shilpa and Anjali sat looking through the sarees, kumar roamed looking for his outfit in men’s section and selva sat staring at Arun and his audacity to join the shopping of his wife’s engagement. Anjali finally pulled two sarees, one in dark maroon and the other in yellow. She stood in front of the mirror with both the sarees in her hands, she looked around and her eyes found Arun immediately. “Arun, come here” she called, to which Arun looked taken aback “Me?” he asked to which Anjali nodded “Who else? Come here” she said again focusing on the sarees in her hand. Arun causally ignored Selva who was burning holes through his skull and walked to Anjali

Don't get it wrong. Sometimes stereotypes were spot on correct and sometimes they weren't. This was again, another case in Brianna Samuels. She wasn't one of those bitches that everyone knew about because of stereotypes, that lived for gossip and brought people down just so they felt better about themselves. Okay, well Brianna did live for gossip, but mostly the harmless type of gossip and she definitely did not live to step on people. The type of gossip she lived for would basically be classified as petty theft in contrast to murder. Basically who dated who and who's hot and whatnot.

I had already bought a saree and some Kurtis for Mom and Tithi bought a saree. After buying everything, we were walking towards the exit when suddenly Tithi stopped on her way . "What happened?" I asked her. She eyed me towards the shop and I looked at the shop only to roll my eyes. It was a lingerie store. "Why are you so excited to make me and Elijah make love to each other?" I asked her ,placing my hands on my hips. "So that you tell me the experience in detail and give me lots of babies." She said with a wink. I gasped in shock.

The owner asked. " I am good, uncle... He is my friend and he wants an elegant saree for his mom. " " Sure, Shyam... show them the new collection of sarees. " He started showing us the sarees and they all were very pretty. We short listed 4 sarees and then Siddharth asked me which one I liked the most. He liked one and I liked another one. " Trust me, both are good but this saree will look perfect on her. "

I am too much excited you know. *************************************************** Right now we are roaming in a cloth shop and trying to find some dresses. Yeah you thing correct dresses Sana strictly told me that now I should try some dresses. I always wear sarees or salwar suits I am Indian cloths and some time jeans and tops but I never tried dresses. I hope Arav will like it. Sana was checking all the dresses and I was just looking at her. She was dragging me to here and there and it's been an hour and we were just checking the dresses, I am hell tired now but she hasn't liked anything.

Seeing me, she grabbed my hand and screamed, "Sion is a monster… You have to save me!" I frowned, noticing that even makeup couldn't hide the bruise on her neck. "Tell me, what happened?" Joey was still panicking and gulped before she finally spoke. She had gotten bored and was exploring Sion's castle when she found his secret room. She shuddered, her previous dignity gone. "It's filled torture tools, and there's a deep pool of blood on the floor. And…" She paused, her nails digging into my harm. "There's this tome that says Sion stays alive by eating the hearts of young girls! That the more infatuated his victim is with him, the better!"

Shweta handed me a black sari from her second trolley bag. "Chiffon black colored plain black saree," Shweta responded with a smile. "Simple yet lovely and hot as well." "I've never worn a sari," I admitted quietly. "So what happened? Wear it tonight," Shweta insisted. "I have always seen you in an official outfit. Please wear it. I want to see you in a sari." "But, I said, I have no idea how to wear a sari." I didn't want to ruin Shweta's pleasure, but carrying Saari made me feel uneasy.

"But I can't understand her attire," "It's a saree," I answered, pointing at the elaborately draped piece of clothing in the darkest hues of red. "This is an Indian woman, and saree is a symbol of Indian ethnicity," "Interesting," Liam nodded. "You're quite a connoisseur when it comes to art," I shrugged ruefully. Art was my dream. Paintings, that was what I always wanted to be around. Surrounded by culture, knowledge, beauty...all of it in just one place. One frame.

’ her feelings were in a turmoil, she looked at the boxes and opened them one by one The big box had a beautiful plain chiffon saree in pale pink, it was a colour that she liked in past, it had a special kind of embroidery done all over its border in pale gold, the blouse was ready made in her size, it had golden queen's necklace embroidery on the neck, the whole set looked spectacular and enchanting, along with it was an elegant diamond chain and ear rings, it was simple in design, Tazz knew Maya never liked big showy jewellery, another box had a pair of beautiful sandals