26-04-2025, 10:26 AM
Episode 28: The One She Never Wore
The morning light crept through the windowpanes of Meera’s flat, warm and soft, filtering across the floor and into her open wardrobe.
She stood there, towel around her shoulders, scanning the shelves. A half-empty hanger. A gap where the neatly folded sarees should’ve been.
She sighed.
Most of her blouses were still drying on the clothesline. Her usual cottons—the earthy tones, the full sleeves, the everyday choices—were either wrinkled or damp.
She dug deeper, into the shelf she rarely touched.
And found it.
The pink saree.
Silky, lightweight. A shade brighter than what she usually wore. Folded next to it: the matching blouse.
Sleeveless.
She held it up, frowning slightly at the cut.
It fit her well—too well, maybe. She’d worn it once to a family function. Too many compliments. Too many lingering glances.
It didn’t feel like something she should wear to college.
She set it down.
Then picked it up again.
There was no time to keep digging.
---
Later That Morning – Walking into college
The pink saree shimmered softly in the morning sun, not flashy, but undeniably different. The sleeveless blouse hugged her shoulders, revealing toned arms, graceful collarbones, and just a suggestion more than usual.
Meera walked in quietly, chin high, eyes forward—but she felt the change. A few more looks. A few longer stares. But she didn’t rush. She didn’t shrink.
She owned her presence.
She told herself it didn’t mean anything.
But part of her knew it did.
---
In Class – Arjun’s View
Arjun hadn’t looked up at first.
He heard her voice before anything else—Meera’s usual calm greeting as she entered. He was about to write the date on his notebook.
Then he saw her.
And for a moment, he forgot how to move.
The sleeveless blouse, the soft pink glow of her saree, the way the fabric moved with her—it wasn’t like any version of her he’d seen before.
She looked elegant, but there was heat behind it. Not loud. Just… alive.
His eyes drifted to her shoulders. The way the curve of her arm met the edge of the blouse. The smoothness of her skin. The poise in her steps. It wasn’t just her clothing.
It was how she carried it.
Confident.
Quiet.
Unapologetically beautiful.
His pulse kicked.
He looked down at his notebook, then back up again. She hadn’t noticed him staring.
Or if she had—she didn’t show it.
But for Arjun, that moment shifted something inside.
Because now he knew:
> Meera wasn’t just beautiful in the way he’d imagined.
She was beautiful in ways he never even considered.
And now, he couldn’t stop noticing.
---
To be continued…
The morning light crept through the windowpanes of Meera’s flat, warm and soft, filtering across the floor and into her open wardrobe.
She stood there, towel around her shoulders, scanning the shelves. A half-empty hanger. A gap where the neatly folded sarees should’ve been.
She sighed.
Most of her blouses were still drying on the clothesline. Her usual cottons—the earthy tones, the full sleeves, the everyday choices—were either wrinkled or damp.
She dug deeper, into the shelf she rarely touched.
And found it.
The pink saree.
Silky, lightweight. A shade brighter than what she usually wore. Folded next to it: the matching blouse.
Sleeveless.
She held it up, frowning slightly at the cut.
It fit her well—too well, maybe. She’d worn it once to a family function. Too many compliments. Too many lingering glances.
It didn’t feel like something she should wear to college.
She set it down.
Then picked it up again.
There was no time to keep digging.
---
Later That Morning – Walking into college
The pink saree shimmered softly in the morning sun, not flashy, but undeniably different. The sleeveless blouse hugged her shoulders, revealing toned arms, graceful collarbones, and just a suggestion more than usual.
Meera walked in quietly, chin high, eyes forward—but she felt the change. A few more looks. A few longer stares. But she didn’t rush. She didn’t shrink.
She owned her presence.
She told herself it didn’t mean anything.
But part of her knew it did.
---
In Class – Arjun’s View
Arjun hadn’t looked up at first.
He heard her voice before anything else—Meera’s usual calm greeting as she entered. He was about to write the date on his notebook.
Then he saw her.
And for a moment, he forgot how to move.
The sleeveless blouse, the soft pink glow of her saree, the way the fabric moved with her—it wasn’t like any version of her he’d seen before.
She looked elegant, but there was heat behind it. Not loud. Just… alive.
His eyes drifted to her shoulders. The way the curve of her arm met the edge of the blouse. The smoothness of her skin. The poise in her steps. It wasn’t just her clothing.
It was how she carried it.
Confident.
Quiet.
Unapologetically beautiful.
His pulse kicked.
He looked down at his notebook, then back up again. She hadn’t noticed him staring.
Or if she had—she didn’t show it.
But for Arjun, that moment shifted something inside.
Because now he knew:
> Meera wasn’t just beautiful in the way he’d imagined.
She was beautiful in ways he never even considered.
And now, he couldn’t stop noticing.
---
To be continued…
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