Sarees Stories Novels & Stories

(Dear) Hareem took a look at her closet that was filled with colorful clothes, but nothing was suitable for the function that was to be held with in a few hours. Hareem, with a frown, looked around, but then she got an amazing idea. "Hmm so I got an idea. I have got an amazing black saree. And you are going to wear it." Hareem said with a huge smile and finality. " Nahi. Nahi, I don't know how to wear a saree " she was genuinely not sure if she could wear it (No. No) "Noor tension mat lo. I'll make you wear. Or chalna tumhe khud hi aajayega."

Lai squeals. "Huh? Where? Why?" She looks at both of us in a confused way. "I actually need to buy a brand new saree for my workplace party." I smile. "Why saree?" Aunty frowns. "I want to represent how beautiful our culture is ,aunty." I grin. What an answer, Meera! Proud of myself. Aunty blinks and then her confusion turns into happiness and pride. She approaches and pulls my cheeks slightly. "Such a sweet child. I hope Lai learns something from you too." She eyes Lai who is busy jumping.

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.

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.

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 Mahira was touched, her eyes watered, the saree was especially designed and made in India, the style was only available at a particular shop where she always liked buying from in past, it was not expensiv

I asked her and she completely froze on her spot Why is she so shocked? "do you have one?" she asked and I remember now that I do not have any saree "no but Mumma has many. You know when I was young and asked for a saree from Mumma, she used to say that when I will be big enough and get married then she will let me wear her saree. You don't wear them so I should do that" I told her I still remember those days but very slightly. Mumma's memories have faded mostly.