Adultery Nivetha (Nivi) - Power and Submissions of working wife (03 Oct 2025 - Chapter 100)
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Chapter 10: Dressed in Desire

The boutique's soft, ambient lighting cast a warm, inviting glow over the racks of vibrant kurtis, the air heavy with the subtle fragrance of sandalwood incense and freshly pressed fabrics. 

Nivi stood beside Raghavan, her heart beating a little faster than usual, the wine-red saree already folded and bagged at the counter like a promise of change. 


His hand hovered near her lower back as he led her deeper into the store, not quite touching but close enough to send a faint shiver down her spine.

The temple visit had unlocked something in her—a quiet curiosity about herself, a desire to step beyond the shadows of home. Raghavan's words echoed in her mind: she deserved to shine, to feel bold. And now, as he scanned the kurtis with deliberate care, she felt drawn to his guidance, innocently trusting his vision while knowingly letting herself fall into it, step by step.

He paused at a rack of emerald greens, his fingers trailing over the sheer fabric of a low V-neck kurti. "Let's start with this," he said, pulling it off the hanger and holding it against her body. His knuckles brushed her arm lightly, a fleeting contact that made her breath catch. 

The kurti's material was light, almost translucent in places, designed to hug the chest and flow loosely over the hips. "It's not too much, but it shows the top just enough—frames your neckline, lets your confidence peek through."


Nivi took the kurti, her fingers grazing his in a way that lingered a second longer than necessary. "It's prettier than what I usually pick," she admitted, her voice soft, a mix of hesitation and intrigue. 

"I've always gone for plain ones—nothing that draws eyes. Why this? What makes it... bold?"

Raghavan met her gaze, his eyes steady and encouraging, a hint of intensity beneath the surface. "Bold dressing isn't about flaunting, Nivi. 

It's about reclaiming your power. At home, you feel overlooked—Anand doesn't see the woman you've become, the strength in your curves, the fire in your eyes. 

Clothes like this? They remind you of that fire every time you move. The V-neck isn't for show; it's for you—to walk taller, to feel the fabric against your skin and know you're in control. 

When you dress bold, you become bold. It starts outside, but it sinks in, changes how you carry yourself. Trust me—try it, and you'll see."

His explanation was simple, persuasive, wrapping around her like the silk she'd just tried. Innocently, she believed him, wanting that power he described; knowingly, she felt a pull to his wishes, a desire to see the approval in his eyes. 

"Alright," she said, a small smile tugging her lips. "I'll give it a go."

In the trial room, the curtain whispering shut behind her, Nivi slipped out of her kurti and into the emerald one. 

The fabric glided over her skin, cool and smooth, the V-neck dipping low enough to hint at the swell of her breasts, the material clinging to her waist before flaring gently. She turned in the mirror, her reflection showing a woman who looked... alive. 


The thrill was there, subtle but growing, as she adjusted the neckline, feeling the exposure but also the empowerment he’d promised. Stepping out, she posed with a slight turn, her hips shifting naturally. "What do you think?" she asked, her voice a touch bolder, meeting his eyes directly.

Raghavan's gaze swept over her, lingering on the V-neck before returning to her face, his throat working subtly. "Nivi... it suits you perfectly. 

See how it frames you? That's the boldness—it's not screaming; it's whispering your strength. When you wear this to the office, you'll feel eyes on you, but more importantly, you'll feel your own power. 

Anand's neglect fades when you dress like this; you stop waiting to be seen and start seeing yourself."

She nodded, his words pulling her deeper. 

Innocently, she saw the logic—dressing bold to build bold; knowingly, she craved the way his approval made her feel desired, even if unspoken. "It does make me feel... different. Stronger."


Encouraged, he selected the next: a crimson kurti with high side slits, the fabric rich and flowing. 

"This one for your legs and hips," he said, pressing it against her, his hand brushing her waist lightly, sending a warm flutter through her.

"The slits let it move with you, show your grace without trying."

"Why slits?" she asked, taking it, her fingers lingering on his.

He stepped closer, his voice low. "Because boldness is freedom, Nivi. 

You've been trapped at home—kids, bills, Anand's silence. Slits like these? They let you stride without restriction, remind you you're not confined. 


Dressing bold breaks those chains; it makes you walk like you own the room, feel the air on your skin and know you're alive. It's not for others—it's for the woman inside you, waiting to emerge."

She believed him fully now, innocently embracing the idea of freedom through fabric, yet knowingly yielding to his push, wanting to see that spark in his eyes again. In the room, the crimson slipped on, the slits flashing her thighs as she walked, the material hugging her curves. She stepped out, turning slowly, the slits parting with each step. "It feels... liberating," she said, her tone warmer, a subtle sway in her hips.
Raghavan's eyes traced the slits, then met hers, his voice rougher. "See? That's the power—bold clothes make you bold, Nivi. You believe it now, don't you?"
"Yes," she admitted, falling for his wishes, the innocence in her trust blending with a knowing desire to please him.
He handed her the black deep-back kurti next, his thumb brushing her hand. "For mystery—exposes your back, leads the eye to your strength." 

His explanation followed: "Boldness is owning your body, not hiding it. This cut says you're confident, unafraid. After what you've shared about home, you need that—to feel in control, to step out of the shadows."


She tried it, the back dipping low, teasing her spine. Stepping out, she arched slightly. "It makes me feel... exposed, but powerful."

"Good," he murmured, his gaze lingering. "That's how it works—you dress bold, you become bold."
The royal blue came next, cinched at the waist. 

"Highlights your hourglass—tight where it counts." He pressed it to her, knuckles grazing her stomach. "This one's about balance—bold dressing reminds you of your shape, your grace. 

It builds inner boldness, makes you unafraid of eyes on you."

In it, she felt the cinch emphasize her waist, and she posed, believing his vision.

Finally, the white chiffon, semi-sheer. "For the tease—hints at everything." His eyes burned. "Bold isn't loud; it's subtle confidence. Wear this, and you'll know you're seen—on your terms."

She tried it, the fabric teasing shadows, and stepped out, bolder than before. "I see it now," she said, her voice convinced. "Dressing bold... it changes everything."

Raghavan smiled, satisfied. "You're falling for it because it's true, Nivi. And it looks incredible on you." She let his wishes win, innocently trusting the transformation, knowingly drawn to the heat in his gaze.

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