25-07-2025, 11:40 AM
She leaned closer to the mirror
Just for a moment, taking in the vision of herself.
"Hmm... yes. Just a little below my belly." She adjusted the fabric gently, pulling it down ever so slightly,
And the view from the side became even more alluring.
She took a step back, eyeing herself critically.
"Okay, perfect. Now for the pallu." With a delicate movement,
She brought the pallu over her shoulder, the fabric sliding effortlessly against her skin.
It settled just right, the silk cascading down her side like a waterfall.
But... she thought, "There’s still a glimpse of what’s underneath. He’ll notice. He always notices, doesn’t he?"
Her lips parted in a small, satisfied smile. "Let him look. He has to. I’ve done everything to make sure he does."
Neetu’s reflection seemed to smile back at her, confident, radiant, and undeniably beautiful.
She gave one last sweep of her hair, making sure it cascaded perfectly over her shoulder, the soft waves framing her face.
"Today, I want to be unforgettable."
As she adjusted the folds of the saree and let the fabric settle against her skin,
She couldn’t help but feel a rush of satisfaction.
"Vamsi wouldn’t even notice. He’s always working—so busy, always on the phone, always away. Does he even know what he has?"
Her thoughts flickered for a moment
"He’s a good man. He’s hardworking, strong, and kind. But he doesn’t see me like this. Does he even know how beautiful I am?"
She paused, pushing the thought away.
"Stop it, Neetu. You deserve more than that. This body, this beauty... I can’t just let it go unnoticed. Not today."
With a deep breath, she turned away from the mirror, her heart fluttering with excitement.
"Today, he will see me. And maybe... just maybe... he’ll feel me."
As she walked toward the door, the saree trailed behind her like a whisper.
She could feel its weight against her skin, the soft fabric brushing against her body, making every step feel like a slow, deliberate dance.
"It’s time. Let’s see how he reacts today."
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Just for a moment, taking in the vision of herself.
"Hmm... yes. Just a little below my belly." She adjusted the fabric gently, pulling it down ever so slightly,
And the view from the side became even more alluring.
She took a step back, eyeing herself critically.
"Okay, perfect. Now for the pallu." With a delicate movement,
She brought the pallu over her shoulder, the fabric sliding effortlessly against her skin.
It settled just right, the silk cascading down her side like a waterfall.
But... she thought, "There’s still a glimpse of what’s underneath. He’ll notice. He always notices, doesn’t he?"
Her lips parted in a small, satisfied smile. "Let him look. He has to. I’ve done everything to make sure he does."
Neetu’s reflection seemed to smile back at her, confident, radiant, and undeniably beautiful.
She gave one last sweep of her hair, making sure it cascaded perfectly over her shoulder, the soft waves framing her face.
"Today, I want to be unforgettable."
As she adjusted the folds of the saree and let the fabric settle against her skin,
She couldn’t help but feel a rush of satisfaction.
"Vamsi wouldn’t even notice. He’s always working—so busy, always on the phone, always away. Does he even know what he has?"
Her thoughts flickered for a moment
"He’s a good man. He’s hardworking, strong, and kind. But he doesn’t see me like this. Does he even know how beautiful I am?"
She paused, pushing the thought away.
"Stop it, Neetu. You deserve more than that. This body, this beauty... I can’t just let it go unnoticed. Not today."
With a deep breath, she turned away from the mirror, her heart fluttering with excitement.
"Today, he will see me. And maybe... just maybe... he’ll feel me."
As she walked toward the door, the saree trailed behind her like a whisper.
She could feel its weight against her skin, the soft fabric brushing against her body, making every step feel like a slow, deliberate dance.
"It’s time. Let’s see how he reacts today."
-- oOo --
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