Mrs. Arora

As time passed, Mrs. Arora's demands became more and more ridiculous. She wanted me to sit, stand, walk, and even dance in the sarees to check their flow and movement. I complied reluctantly, feeling embarrassed and humiliated.

Mrs. Sharma remained silent throughout this ordeal, offering no support or sympathy. In fact, she seemed to enjoy watching me squirm under Mrs. Arora's commands

Finally, I couldn't take it anymore. When Mrs. Arora asked me to twirl again in a green Chanderi saree, I refused point-blank. "No, I won't do this anymore."

Mrs. Arora looked taken aback, her eyebrows arching in surprise. "Excuse me?"

Before she could say anything else, Mrs. Sharma intervened. "Arora Ji she is young and not very experienced let me deal with her."

She took me aside and spoke to me softly. "Look Anjali I understand it's difficult but she is a very important client. We need to keep her happy. Please cooperate with her."

I nodded reluctantly, feeling defeated.

Mrs. Sharma then apologized to Mrs. Arora for the inconvenience caused by my behavior. She assured her that I would follow her instructions henceforth without any complaint.

However, Mrs. Arora refused to accept her apology. "No, that's not enough. You must teach her a lesson for disrespecting me."

She called out to her maid and instructed her to bring a specific saree from her special collection.

Soon, the maid returned with a black net saree that barely covered anything. It had a deep neckline that exposed my cleavage and a slit that reached up to my thighs. Even the petticoat was transparent, leaving nothing to imagination.

Mrs. Arora looked at me with a smirk. "Put this on."

I stared at her, horrified. "But madam..."

She cut me off sharply. "There's no but here. Either you put this on or leave right now."

I looked towards Mrs. Sharma for help, but she avoided my gaze, unable to meet my eyes.

With **** left, I reluctantly agreed to wear the saree. As I changed into it, I felt ashamed and humiliated.

The thin material clung to my skin, leaving little to imagination. It felt like I was almost naked in front of these strangers.