Chapter 4

My dad smiles at me and says, “Just give me the car keys I will do it.”

I smile at him and passed the car keys before walking towards the stairs.

I enter the room and look at the bed where my clothes and jewelry are placed. 

Shit!

The only exclamation I could say looking at the cloth placed on the bed.  It’s a saree, a fricking saree.  No offense to saree lovers, it is just that I don’t know how to drape a saree myself and the thought of calling my mother for help made me exclaim this way.

To be honest I knew to drape a saree but the only problem is my pallu will be in right shoulder instead of my left shoulder.  It is just a small mistake right?  But my parents react as if it was the biggest mistake one could commit in the life time and they diss me for like a week or so.  That’s the reason I will always depend on my mom when I have to drape a saree.

Ok.  Now I have washed my face and braided my hair into French braid as it was the easier one and also it somewhat goes with every costume.  I just apply my moisturizer and bindi and call my mother for help through my phone.

“Open the door Naina.”, my mother says and I open it for her.

She helps me drape the saree and once it is over she walks out of the door to let me get ready on my own.

I’m just one step away from getting ready and that is wearing my jewelry, Ooo, you guys may be confused as to why I didn’t wear any makeup and that is because I don’t like wearing makeup and I don’t know how to wear them.

I never planned to learn how to wear makeup because I’m satisfied with my non-makeup face.  My skin is fair it isn’t racism, I just point out my appearance, with one or two acne once in a while.  My eyes are hooded and I love it like that and eyebrows which are thick but not so dense but with natural shape which complements my feature.  My nose, I just don’t know how to explain about my nose it is just there and about my lips, they are always dehydrated so I maintain them with my lip balm and lastly my hair, my hair is black not just black but dark black or you could even say it as pitch black and it ends just below my chest.

I can’t say that I’m the most beautiful woman, I just have the normal average appearance but I find myself special.  In the aspect of beauty each one is unique in their own way so if they say to me I can make you more beautiful I would say them ‘Thanks but I’m fine with what I’m now.’

Checking one last time before the mirror I walk out my room and descending to the living room.

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