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CHAPTER 94

Maryam Chaudhary
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"I don't want to wear a saree again", I whined as I watched chachi jaan pick up her own saree from the wardrobe. I don't know how I managed to wear it at the walima. It's difficult to walk in a saree, and it feels like it's going to come undone if we run or walk fast.

Chachi jaan handed me a red saree, stating, "it's amma's order for you to wear this". I wondered why this churail bhudiya is always after me. I couldn't understand her obsession with making me wear a saree.

I pleaded, "please, I will wear a red coloured frock if she wants, but not a saree", I looked at the saree lying on the bed. "You know how she is, she'll create a scene if you don't wear a saree now", chachi jaan said, approaching me and urging me to take the saree.

"I don't even know how to wear a saree", I said with a pout. "I'll help you", chachi jaan said as she instructed me to wear my blouse first. I took the blouse and walked into the bathroom, where I wore the deep-necked blouse. The crimson red blouse fit perfectly around my breasts and back. I posed infront of the mirror, admiring how the color complemented my fair complexion.

Chachi jaan asked me to wear the red leggings she handed me, knocking on the door. I opened the door, extended my hand, and accepted the petticoat from her. I put on my petticoat and walked out of the bathroom to find Maria and chachi jaan chitchatting. "Bhabhi, her friends have arrived", Maria informed me.

"Really, boht jaldi nahi aagaye woh log", I said as I approach chachi jaan and stood in front of her. "Haan, woh log jaldi aagaye", Maria said. Chachi jaan opened the saree and started draping it around me. I stood still as she helped me with the saree. Wearing a saree can be quite a hassle.

Chachi jaan draped the saree tightly around my waist and then created pleats at the front, then she tucked the pleats into my petticoat and secured them with a safety pin. She wrapped the loose end of the saree over my shoulder, creating a pallu.

"It's done" chachi jaan said with a smile. "Thank you", I mumbled as i walked near the mirror and looked at my reflection. I was looking beautiful, but my waist and back were showing a lot. I had to cover it, otherwise Danish would be mad again.

"Maria, can you please keep a safety pin here? My back is showing alot", I pleaded, turning towards her. But Maria, being the cheeky girl she is replied with a wink, "No way, it looks sexy like this. Let it be". I pouted, trying to pull my saree above my waist to hide my curves, but still couldn't cover them completely.

Frustrated, I asked again, "please Maria, just keep the safety pin". But she shook her head and left the room. I sighed, thinking to myself what a brat she can be sometimes. I quickly decided to keep my hair open, knowing that it would help my exposed back and waist.

After putting on some red bangles and simple earrings, I brushed my long hair open. My hair reached below my hips, which could be quite annoying at times, but also had it's benefits, like right now, when they were helping me hide my naked back. Feeling satisfied with my appearance, I did my makeup. I applied kajal do my eyes, making them look even more alluring, and a bright red lipstick to accentuate my features.

I couldn't help but admire myself in the mirror, feeling pretty and confident. My long, thick framed my face perfectly, and the red saree added a touch of elegance to my overall look. With my makeup on point, I was ready to steal the show.

"Wow, beta, you look stunning! The makeup suits you so well, and the saree brings out your beauty even more", chachi jaan said entering the room. I blushed, thanking her for the compliment.

"Assalamualaikum", I greeted Ahmad chacha as I descended the stairs with chachi jaan.

"Walaikumassalam", he replied with a smile. "The guests are in the living room", chacha jaan said, as he sipped on his chai. I followed chachi jaan into the living room and saw dadi jaan and her friends laughing and chitchatting.

"Assalamualaikum", I greeted as I entered the room. All the elderly women's eyes turned to me, making me a little nervous.

"Walaikumassalam. Come beta, sit next to me", a woman with light grey hair said, patting the seat next to her. I walked over and sat on the couch next to her.

"What's your name, beta?", an Asian looking old lady asked, she was so beautiful, I couldn't help but feel a little insecure. "My name is Maryam", I replied, tucking a stray hair behind my ear.

"Such a beautiful name for a beautiful young lady", the Asian lady said with a warm smile. I blushed at her compliment. "She's not even that beautiful, you're just being nice", a woman who looked like an older version of Katherine said. I'm pretty sure she was Katherine's mother.

"In my eyes, she is beautiful. And I didn't ask for your opinion, so please shut your mouth", Asian lady retorted, making Katherine's mother glare at her. I couldn't help but stifle a laugh.

The woman, who happened to be an Asian lady by the name of Ayesha, asked me a bunch of questions about my life. She wanted to know about my parents, my education, and how things were going for me. I couldn't help but admire her friendly nature and her beautiful name. We ended up talking and laughing so much that we exchanged our numbers. Ayesha even told me to call her by her first name because she said she felt way too old and old-fashioned to be called 'aunty'. I couldn't help but agree and decided to obey her words. Sofia Katherine's mother, was constantly glaring at me, as if I had stolen her treasures. I couldn't understand why she had an issue with me. Ayesha advised me to ignore her and just enjoy myself.

Three other ladies had friendly nature, but they were preoccupied with chatting and laughing with dadi jaan. Ayesha and I conversed, with Sofia was engaged in a conversation with Danish's father, Junaid.

After the guests left in the evening, Maria, chachi jaan, dadi jaan, and I were sitting in the garden area, chatting. Suddenly, my dear dadi jaan asked me to make her some chai. I couldn't refuse her request, so I got up and headed to the kitchen. I took the kettle, added water, chai patti, and let it boil. After adding sugar and milk, I stirred with a tea spoon. I prefer plain chai with just chai patti and milk, no spices.

"Sei dannatamente sexy", Azaan muttered from behind as he entered the kitchen. Feeling confused, I asked, "What did you just say?", Azaan looked at me from head to toe and said,"you look absolutely stunning, bhabhi".

I don't understand this man at all. He always looks at me as if he is stripping me naked in his mind. I didn't spare him another glance. Instead, I turned and took the cups from the cupboards, and started pouring chai into them. My hands shook as he stood behind me, his breath fanning my neck and back, causing goosebumps to form on my skin. Uncomfortable, I asked him to step aside, but he blocked my path, making it difficult for me to leave.

He said, "I always get forbidden thoughts whenever i see you", as he attempted to tuck a strand of my hair behind my ear. I quickly stepped back, preventing him from doing so. I firmly stated, "What the hell are you saying? Are you out of your mind? Leave me alone. Ghatiya aadmi". Despite my fear, I tried to appear tough in front of him. He chuckled, "you also like me, are just playing hard to get". Taking the chai cup from my hand, he maintained the eye contact, and took a sip, saying, "Shakkar thodi kam hai agar aap ek sip le lengi toh thik hojayega", with a wink, he left the kitchen.

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