The first dress

Choosing the right clothes will be very important in the story as they will determine what kind of choices you get moving forward. Although choosing conservative dresses does not mean that their will be lack of erotic scenes.

As I stood in front of the mirror, I couldn't help but feel a mix of excitement and nervousness about my first day at my new job in the city. I had decided to wear a yellow traditional salwar suit, a piece of clothing that always made me feel confident and connected to my roots.

As I adjusted the dupatta and smoothed down the fabric, I couldn't help but think about the significance of this outfit. It represented where I came from – my small town, my family, and the values that shaped me. But it also symbolized my determination to embrace this new chapter in my life while staying true to myself.

I took a deep breath, trying to calm my nerves. I knew that stepping into this new job meant stepping out of my comfort zone, but I was ready for the challenge. And wearing this traditional outfit felt like a small reminder of who I was and where I came from, giving me the strength and courage to face whatever lay ahead.

When the clock struck 9 am, I left for mu first day of work. It was a good ten minutes walk from my flat, and as soon as I stepped outside, I realized how different it was from what I was used to back home. The streets were bustling with people, cars honked, and there were shops lined up everywhere. It felt like a whole new world compared to the quiet lanes of my hometown.

I reached the shop and met the owner, Mrs. Sharma. She seemed friendly and welcoming, which put me at ease instantly. She showed me around the place, introducing me to the other employees and explaining my duties. I listened carefully, taking notes whenever necessary.

Mrs. Sharma was a pleasant middle-aged woman with kind eyes and a warm smile. She wore a traditional sari, its vibrant colors standing out against the muted tones of the shop. Her demeanor was professional yet approachable, making me feel comfortable in my new surroundings.

As she showed me around, I noticed the shop was filled with beautiful sarees in various colors, patterns, and fabrics. Some were simple and elegant, while others were more elaborate and intricate. Each one told a story, representing a different part of India's rich culture and heritage.

I felt a sense of pride knowing that I would be working with these pieces of art, helping customers find the perfect saree for their special occasions.

"By the way, you look lovely today," Mrs. Sharma said, interrupting my thoughts. "That yellow color suits you very well."

I blushed, feeling a surge of happiness. "Thank you, ma'am. My mother got me this suit for my college farewell party."

She smiled, her eyes crinkling at the corners. "It's a beautiful memory then. Always cherish it."