From Hostile, To Hospitable [COMPLETED ✔️]

Chapter 9 - Attires, and the Joyful Event!

Saturday evening, 6PM. The event of Tarun's client Madhu to promote her cosmetics will happen in exactly an hour. Everyone is getting ready for the special event.

HONEY'S HOUSE -

Honey is dressed up in a red frock, dangling red earrings, and rose in her hair. 🌹

She goes to Lisa's room and sees her in a violet embroidered saree. Honey adorns her beauty.

Lisa and Honey at the same time,
"You Are Gorgeous!"

They laugh.

Honey : So MD madam, you are the VIP huh?

Lisa : Kind of... But Madhu would invite more VIPs.

Honey : I know right! Let's leave.

Honey and Lisa get ready for the event.

SUNITA'S HOUSE -

Sunita gets glitzed in blue and white chiffon long frock, hair braided with white artificial flower clips 🌼 in the middle, blue & white jhumkas, a blue bracelet and a pendant with the letter "S" signifying her name.

Anu is dolled up in her favourite yellow lehenga, golden blush on her cheeks, jasmine flower fixed in her hair, gold jhumkas, and a heart shaped 💛 necklace.

Both the sisters looked stunning in their attire!
Ramesh & Vanathi praise their daughters' beauty.

Anu : Sunita, you're so pretty!

Sunita didn't want to spoil her happy mood by getting angry, so she silently speaks to her mother.

Sunita : Ma, tell Anu that her dress looks nice.

Vanathi : Really?

Sunita : Yes.

Ramesh : Shall we go?

Sunita : Yes Pa.

The four of them are on their way to LGH.

TARUN'S HOUSE -

Saritha and Ramanadhan get ready. They smell the deodorant coming from Tarun's room.

Saritha : Your son once again started the habit of spraying deodorant around the house.

Ramanadhan : Instead of a nose ring, better wear a cloth clip. It would suit you.

Saritha : Father teasing like son.

Tarun : Ma! Pa!

They are mesmerized on seeing their ever-charming son ❤, decked up with a red and white stripped black blazers and bottoms, and a red tie.

Ramanadhan : Saritha, I second you. Like father, like son.

Ramanadhan and Tarun hug.

Saritha : Tarun, my handsome son!

Tarun : It is due to both of you.

Saritha : Comb your hair properly da.

When Saritha combs his hair with a brush, he stops her.

Tarun : All Indian moms are the same! Ma, you disfigured my hairstyle within a second! Thank God you didn't oil my hair.