Five Weeks by Shruti Omar (ebook reader that looks like a book .TXT) 📗

"If you think that I am so impudent that I will neglect your teaching and values, there's no point in trying to shut up others because if you doubt your nurturing mom then I believe I've already lost everything and now," Anahita matched her mother's gaze, "I will say that yes, I have slept with him. Not just once but numerous times. Now what are you going to do? Will you get me married to him, huh?"

Mrs. Maurya gaped at her in shock, wondering if this was her daughter talking. "Look at your audacity! One slap, one tight slap you will have from me Anahita. I am not your dad to look over your crudity." Mrs. Maurya glanced at the girls who were watching the mother daughter duo with their jaw dropped. "Get her ready."

"I am doing the right thing mom and with every passing second, you are just making me certain of it." Anahita laughed, sarcastically. "Thank you mom for removing traces of guilt from my conscience."

Mrs. Maurya glared her but she avoided her and turned to the beautician, "Have you been paid to gawk at me?"

The girls immediately looked away, passing her the pious yellow saree. She changed into that, dueling to drape it properly. She pressed her lips and burbled with laughter, "Actually, I tried but couldn't drape it around me. Guess it is not my day."

"Don't worry." The head beautician smiled, taking charge. Anahita smiled at her. After a shitty day, the lady was one good thing to her.

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"No, no... Red one, use that." Anahita guided the girl who was trying shades of lipstick that would match her ocher skin tone and would go best complementing her yellow saree.

"This?" The girl eyed the Cherry red lip color. Her eyes indicated that she wasn't very pleased but Anahita insisted, “Tsk, come on, it will look good on me. At least, try.”

"Okay." The girl painted her lips in red, making them look kissable and sexy. Anahita was sitting before her giant Victorian dresser, attired in heavy, scintillating jewelry and bordered traditional Saree. Mundavalya was dangling from her forehead, framing her face. Her hairs were perfectly clutched in a decent bun and her face was caked with thick layers of foundation and cosmetics. Her eyes looked more voluminous with eyelash extensions and double coating of charcoal liner.

Pleased at her attire, she winked at her reflection and wore the big ruby studded nose ring that rested upon her upper lip, slightly covering it with the diamond. So what if her wedding was a faux, it was a lifetime event and she wasn't going to give up on the opportunity of looking prettiest bride present on earth.

“So, how am I looking?” she twirled, wiggling her eyebrows at the girls.

"Sexy!" They giggled, making wow sign with thumb and finger. She gracefully perched and grinned. "When I will remarry, I will contact you girls. You are magician."

The girls gaped, "What?"

"Just kidding, babe!  Come on, let's take a selfie. Who want to click a picture with the most beautiful bride?" she pulled them in a row and with that somewhat, fifty snaps were taken and uploaded on social media, flooding others with notifications.

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Okay, so there may be a few terms that you may not be aware of. I will list them here - 

Kaki means aunt (father's younger brother's wife)

Fui means aunt (father's sister)

Vehini means sister in law 

Dada means elder brother

{Munduvalya, Nauvari saree ae some pious things that a bride wears when she gets married according to Marathi Rituals}

I hope, I have covered most of things but if there's anything left, please tell me through comments. Have a happy reading.