In the bustling city of Pune, there lived a college student named Priya. Priya was known for her carefree attitude and a habit of getting lost in her own world, often daydreaming about the latest Bollywood gossip or what new street food she wanted to try. One Sunday morning, Priya woke up late after a night of binge-watching her favorite TV series. She had to quickly get ready for a shopping trip with her mother, Mrs. Sharma.
In her hurry, Priya threw on a comfortable cotton kurta and a pair of leggings, her go-to outfit for almost any occasion. She rushed downstairs where her mom was waiting with her usual impatience. "Priya, jaldi karo! The bazaar will get crowded, and we need to get there before the rush," Mrs. Sharma called out, her voice filled with urgency. Priya, still groggy, grabbed her bag and followed her mom out the door, not realizing she had forgotten one crucial thing: her underwear.
They arrived at the crowded Laxmi Road, known for its vibrant shops and stalls selling everything from sarees to bangles. Priya and her mom began their usual routine, hopping from one store to another, looking for deals on kurtis, dupattas, and other essentials.
After an hour of shopping, they reached Priya's favorite store. Priya picked out a beautiful yellow kurta and decided to try it on. She walked into the trial room, pulled the kurta over her head, and checked herself in the mirror. As she turned to see how it looked from the side, something caught her eye. Her leggings, a bit snugger than usual, were showing off what could only be described as a very prominent "camel toe."
Priya's heart skipped a beat. Panic washed over her as she remembered she hadn't put on any underwear that morning. She cursed herself under her breath, "Arey, Priya, how could you forget something so basic?" She frantically tried adjusting the leggings, pulling at the fabric, but it only seemed to make things worse.
Before she could think of a plan, she heard her mom's voice from outside the trial room. "Priya, how's the kurta? Come out and show me!" Mrs. Sharma was eager to see how it looked on her daughter.
Priya felt trapped. She couldn't just walk out like this! But before she could do anything, Mrs. Sharma, impatient as ever, pulled the curtain aside and stepped in. "What's taking so long? Let me see!" she insisted.
There was no escape. Priya turned reluctantly to face her mother, trying her best to hide the offending area by holding the sides of the kurta down. Mrs. Sharma, being the sharp-eyed mother she was, immediately noticed Priya's awkward stance and the telltale sign of her wardrobe malfunction.
At first, Mrs. Sharma looked puzzled. Then, realization dawned, and her eyes widened in shock. Priya braced herself for the inevitable scolding. But instead, something entirely unexpected happened—Mrs. Sharma burst out laughing.
"Maa! This is so embarrassing! Stop laughing!" Priya pleaded, her face burning with shame.But Mrs. Sharma couldn't stop. She was laughing so hard that she had to hold onto the trial room door for support. "Priya, how on earth did you forget your chaddi?!" she managed to gasp out between fits of laughter.
Priya's face turned beet red as she looked around, hoping no one outside could hear her mom. "Maa, please! Can we just go home?" she whispered, mortified.
Mrs. Sharma, still chuckling, tried to compose herself. "Oh, beta, this is too funny! I'm your mother, so it's okay, but imagine if your friends saw this!" she teased, wiping tears from her eyes.Feeling both embarrassed and slightly amused, Priya sighed in resignation.
"Fine, but let's not talk about this ever again," she muttered, grabbing a new pair of leggings her mom handed her from another rack.
Mrs. Sharma gave her a knowing smile. "First, change into these, and next time, remember to wear your chaddi before leaving the house!" she said, barely holding back another round of giggles.
Priya quickly changed into the new leggings, making sure to wear the underwear she found tucked in the corner of her bag. As they made their way out of the store, Mrs. Sharma couldn't resist one last jab. "So, Priya, should we get you some new chaddis while we're here?" she asked with a wink.
Priya rolled her eyes, but couldn't help but laugh a little herself. As embarrassing as it was, she knew her mom meant well, and the absurdity of the situation was starting to sink in. By the time they reached home, the incident had turned from a mortifying experience into a funny memory they would probably laugh about for years.
That evening, as they sat down for dinner, Mrs. Sharma looked at Priya and said with a smile, "Remember, Priya, always check before you leave the house. You never know when your mother might decide to take you shopping!"And while Priya might never forget the day her mother found out about her unfortunate camel toe, she learned to laugh at herself and double-check her outfit before heading out. After all, in a busy city like Pune, you never know what the day might throw at you—sometimes, all you can do is laugh and move on.
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The Indian Girl Priya
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