Hence forth, any new OS will be shown here.
Any OS written before 19/11/2020 are present separately as well.
But OS, TS or any short story will be only over here, and not separately.
Giving English translations for all the already written OS and...
ओह! यह छवि हमारे सामग्री दिशानिर्देशों का पालन नहीं करती है। प्रकाशन जारी रखने के लिए, कृपया इसे हटा दें या कोई भिन्न छवि अपलोड करें।
Hey guys, so this is me, Kaira_reader3104 and from the description u all know that this is my first Kaira OS.
And i shall be very happy if you take a moment and follow my account 🙏😊
Would be more than pleased to receive your votes and comments on this, and get shoutout for this. 😅💞💞
Thanks❤️❤️💞
Lots of love
Note: This OS is based on the idea that everyone has an equal right to work and fulfil their dreams, and How a supportive man in one's life can be a cure to her problems.☺️❤️ ______________________________________
The story starts with a girl coming down from the stairs, in a heavy red saree and a red blouse, pallu over her head and a heavily-bangled hand holding the pallu from one side ensuring that it does not slide down.
The heavy and shiny jewellery added more royalty to her look.
Her eyes were lowered down showing only sincerity and respect.
While she looked very pretty and beautiful, one thing was missing. It was her smile.
She was walking down with a straight face, still looking absolutely stunning to make anyone's heart skip a beat.
She comes down and silently heads towards the kitchen, the only place where she had the right to take her decisions. The decisions that included what to cook to what to be brought from the Grocery stores. This was the freedom she had in her Laws house.
She prepares tea for Dadi and her husband, the only two people in her family. The fragrance of tea leaves was bringing freshness into the house.
She completed making it and walks to serve the tea to her Dadi-saas.
Lady- Dadiji, aapki chai [Grandmother, your tea]
She said, her voice showing utter respect and modesty for the family.
Dadi- Naira bahu, tum Puri 4 minute der se chai laayi ho. [Naira Bahu, you have brought tea full 4 minutes late.]
(The lady is Naira)
N- Maaf Kar dijiye Dadiji. Aaj neend zaraa der se tooti. Kartikji Kal raat der se Ghar pahuche the, aur... [I am sorry, Grandmother. Slept a little late yesterday. Karthikji arrived home late last night, and ...]
Dadi- Haa samajh Gaye. Ab apni bahaanebaazi bandh Karo aur jaao. [Yes got it Now stop your excuses and go.]
N- Jii Dadi [Yes, grandmother] (she said, her gaze still lowered)
She walks out of the room to the kitchen and is silently weeping. She was being taunted for every single thing here. She always tried to handle everything but it was taking a toll on her.
