The next morning, my alarm jolted me awake, and I groggily made my way to the bathroom, knowing the day's duties awaited. After a refreshing bath, I cautiously peeked into Geeta's room to ensure she was still asleep. Confirming her slumber, I ventured into my closet, where a set of undergarments had been neatly laid out for me. I donned them before tackling the vibrant yellow saree with its orange blouse and matching petticoat.
With a YouTube tutorial playing on my phone, I fumbled my way through the intricate process of draping the saree, not achieving perfection but managing well enough for the day ahead. Seated at the dressing table, I clumsily applied makeup, following the lessons I had received from Anu the day before. My efforts might have looked amateurish, but they sufficed for the task at hand.
Adorning myself further, I placed a mangalsutra around my neck, added a necklace, clip-on earrings, anklets, and an abundance of glass bangles on each wrist. As I ventured into my daily household chores, I couldn't help but feel a sense of joy and fulfillment, embracing my role as a housewife, even if it was a role imposed upon me in a rather extravagant manner.
In the midst of my daily routine, I found myself embracing my transformed identity with growing enthusiasm. As the morning sun streamed through the windows, I embarked on my household chores, each task serving as a stepping stone into my newly assigned life.
After completing my domestic duties, I sauntered into the kitchen, a whirlwind of determination and curiosity. I prepared a delightful cup of tea for Geeta, positioning it with care on the bedside table in her room. A soft kiss on her hand and a warm morning greeting surprised her awake, illuminating her face with both delight and intrigue.
Geeta, dressed in her work attire, graced the scene, ready to conquer her day. I served her breakfast with grace and precision, watching as she savored each bite. As she concluded her meal and readied herself to depart, I sent her off with a polite, "Have a splendid day, Mistress." To my astonishment, she retraced her steps, her eyes twinkling with affection as she drew me close for a lingering kiss. It was a moment of pure connection, a spark reigniting our lost intimacy.
With Geeta's departure, my heart brimmed with renewed vigor and purpose, a newfound determination coursing through my veins. I turned my attention to Anu, serving her breakfast with the same elegance and dedication. Then, with poise, I enjoyed my own meal from the very plate I had set before my esteemed companion. As the clinking of dishes filled the air, I reveled in the transformation of my existence, embracing each moment with fervor and newfound character.
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Reel To Real
General FictionThis is a story of a budding actor, Aryan who is set on a path of self improvement and exploring himself to find his true form after hitting the lowest of lows in his life. Will he find a new found or will everything remain the same? Read to find ou...
