“Who’s saree this is?”[MF]

During my sister’s wedding days everybody was so busy that they forgot the birthday of my beloved Mausi. I made her feel special that day and took her to her favourite temple. ”What did you ask to God in your wish?” she asked me.

” A wife like you” I replied walking down the stairs as she clutched my arm firmly and laughed out in a burst.

We two sat in the temple garden, her head leaning on my shoulder, her smooth silky hairs kissing me with the breeze. Little did I know my wish was going to get fullfill the same night.

Mom called. “Where are you son? You are missing the event.”

“The Sweets. I have to wait for them for 2 more hours” I said.

“Ok, come quickly” and she hanged.

“You shouldn’t lie to your mom for me.” She said.

“It’s your special day Mausi, I won’t leave you alone.”

“Why did you made me wear this saree? ” She changed the subject.

“I knew you would look mesmerizing in it”

“But your mom wouldn’t appreciate me wearing it without having informed her”

“Don’t think about it. I will take care of her”.

The night came. I sat down beside her in the dinner lane. Her pallu was moving at me because of the fans.

My mother was serving the food and when she saw Mausi struggling with her pallu she genuinely helped her tuck it in.

“Nice saree, Neha!” said my mom to Mausi.

Mausi looked surprised and I nearly choked on the curry I was drinking and began coughing. Mausi quickly patted my back, withdrew her tucked pallu and began cleaning my face with it.

“Drink it slowly,beta” mausi said.

My mom moved ahead serving others.

Before any of us could talk we were distracted by a drunk releative. He went on rampaging the dining lane. Elderly people calmed him down. “Who’s saree this is?” Mausi asked me still confused.

” Don’t think about it” I left her there.

Everybody was tired after the heavy dinner and wanted to sleep.

“You are sleeping in the basement” said my mom rather harshly.

“Why mom?”

“Why???” She shouted. I lowered my head and went to the basement. She was probably tired of all the events and didn’t want to explain to me that we had less space for guests .

I dumped myself in the bed but couldn’t sleep. It may have been 11 30 pm, the house was dead silent. Suddenly I heard the crisp silky noise a saree makes, coming down the stairs towards me in the basement.

Lights turned on and it was Mausi still in the saree but with a serious and determined look in her eyes.

“Remove your t-shirt right now” she said. I obliged. I didn’t want another woman shouting at me.

What followed was even more unrealistic. She started unhooking her blouse.

“What are you doing Mausi” I asked.

With a frisk motion she removed it and put it on me. Went two steps back then held me by my arms and turned me.

“Wow, this fits you perfectly. This is really your saree isn’t it?”

“Please listen to whole thing Mausi, I was gonna tell you soon” I said.

“There’s no need to explain beta. I have figured out everything” she said appreciably and embraced me.

I sighed relief. “I am glad you did not tell my mom”

“Don’t think about it. Think about stealing a saree from above. I want to see you in one right now” she winked.

I put on the t-shirt on the blouse I was in and went up. I went in mom’s room and smuggled in two very expensive silk sarees below. I was able to manage a petticoat that was hanging in bathroom.

The stage was set. My mausi draped me a blue silk saree that had come as a gift. She was so happy to see me in that saree. She embraced me again and since she was only in bra covered by pallu upwards that made me hard.

“It’s okay. Don’t panic” she said.

” listen it’s late now. We really need to sleep. Come on.” She said.

With that gesture she helped me slide in bed and she too jumped in after switching off the lights. She held my hands and I said ” I love you mausi”. “I love you too beta”

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