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— Z A H I R —

I come out of the closet while arranging the collar of my shirt. I then arrange the lapel, walking towards the vanity as I see my wife standing right in front of it, applying pink lipstick.

The color is light, matching her skin tone. She applied strokes of it smoothly over her plump bottom lip while I traced the movement of them through my needy eyes.

I did not even realize when I ended up staring at her though I came to get my hair done. Well, it can wait, right?

I slow my pace to vanity, still lost in my wife's heavenly beauty. She is wearing just a silk robe over I do not know what. But through the deep cut in her robe, I can see the white-colored sweetheart neckline of a blouse.

Oh, she is wearing a white saree?

As the thought rakes my mind, I raise my eyes to search for her dress anywhere. On either side, as I run my eyes around, I notice a white net saree on a hanger on one of the walls.

It has sequins inlaid and the border seems heavy. Sometimes I wonder how