“She was her own Muse”
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" This saree is special for you."That's what Mishka was told while selecting the perfect silk saree for her function. No, she didn't buy it. This Saree was in Swati's wardrobe and Mishka's first choice. The moment her eyes fell on the lavish silk rose gold saree, she knew this is exactly what she was finding.
And here she is. Draped in South Indian traditional saree, the pleats are neatly tucked and pinned on her shoulder. The golden embroidery borders in the saree and at the end of the blouse's sleeves is perfectly giving a royal vibes. Her feminine curves are highlighting, flowing on her body like a river, teasing the edge yet not crossing the boundaries. Her ivory complexion perfectly and effortlessly coordinated with the fabric.
She wears the bangles she bought the other day, filling up her ears with golden kundan jhumka followed by a thin golden choker around her collarbone with the set of a traditional necklace. The whole set was enhancing her body like a Goddess as she clipped the kamarband.
Mishka stares at her reflection, spellbound by her own beauty. She hates when someone calls her beautiful or appreciates the time God has taken while making her.
Yet at this moment, she couldn't help but appreciate her own beauty. Maybe she's slowly starting to accept herself as she is?
Her face is bare of any make-up, frankly she doesn't know how to do make-up except her usual skin care and applying lipstick. She never bothered to buy anything, not because she's not allowed to but because she never wanted to enhance her natural features. She never cared about presenting herself like other girls.
Her trance of thoughts broke the moment she heard her phone blaring loudly.
Yes, she has learned the basics of using a phone. Picking and Ringing calls, taking pictures and selfies, how to use the text features, albums, video, google and so on.
She wasn't fantasising like the first time she had seen a phone. She is now aware how this modern device works. After seeing Kairav using the phone, she was paying more attention to the people around her who mostly glued their faces on the phone. Hence, it was easy for her to understand whatever Kairav told her.
Oh yeah, she also has numbers saved in her contacts. Kairav already did that.
'Sonakshi' Mishka swipes the green button up, plastering the phone on her ear, "Hello"
"Hey, Are you ready?"
She sits down on the bed, looking straight at her reflection on the mirror across her, "Yeah, I've worn the Saree. Will do my breakfast then I'll come."
"And I suppose, you have nothing in the name of the make-up, right?"
She hummed, twirling a random thread poking out from her pallu. "No worries, you just come and I'll doll you up here!"
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