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Sreeja's Mother
She is a nurturing figure and Sreeja's mother. She is caring, encouraging, and straightforward. Raising Sreeja alongside her sister, she instilled in them values of selfacceptance and inner strength. Her interactions with Sreeja reveal her concern for her daughter's body image issues and her desire for Sreeja to embrace her natural beauty. Her relationship with Sreeja serves as a source of emotional support and resilience.
Nandu
He is Sreeja's cousin and confidant. He is supportive, straightforward, and protective. Growing up together in a closeknit family, he became a source of strength for Sreeja amidst her body image concerns and workplace challenges. Nandu encourages Sreeja to embrace her curves and remain confident. His presence offers her solace and a reminder of familial love and acceptance.
Ravi
He is a charming and flirtatious colleague of Sreeja in an office setting. He is playful, teasing, and attentive. Known for his charming demeanor, he often teases Sreeja by calling her "Sreeja ma," making her blush. His behavior suggests an underlying attraction towards Sreeja, although he does not make direct romantic advances. His interactions with Sreeja contribute to her feelings of awkwardness and attraction in the workplace.
"Sreeja, how many times have I told you to not wear such dresses to office? Your curves are already an attraction, why do you want to make it more visible?"
My mother scolded me as she was getting ready to go to work.
I had chosen a dress that was a bit curvier than my usual ones.
I wanted to try something new, so I went for this dress.
It was a bit shorter and showed my thighs, which made my curves stand out even more.
The top part of the dress was also quite revealing, showing a bit of my cleavage.
I loved wearing this kind of dress; I felt sexy in it.
However, my mother did not seem to like it very much.
"Mom, I'm going to work. Not a party or something," I said with a smirk on my face.
"I know that, Sreeja. But Ravi already has a crush on you. Now if you wear such dresses, it will only make him more confident," she said as she adjusted her saree.
"Ravi? What are you talking about? I don't have any idea what you're saying."
I replied with confusion.
"You don't know? Ravi already has a crush on you. He already flirts with you a lot," she said further.
"What? No way. He is just being nice to me. That's all."
I watched as she grabbed her bag and strode toward the front door.
Her heels clicked against the floor tiles, and the fabric of her dress stretched across her hips as she moved.
I had been right about the dress being a bit too tight for my liking.
As she passed by the kitchen, I stood in the doorway, watching her every move.
"Sreeja, I'm serious. Please change into something else. You don't want to give the wrong impression at work," I called out one last time.
She stopped in her tracks and turned around to face me.
Rolling her eyes, she muttered under her breath before responding, "I'm 25 years old, Mom. I think I can handle myself."
With that, she turned back around and continued toward the door.
I opened my mouth to say something more, but before I could get the words out, she had already turned the door handle and stepped outside.
The fabric of her dress stretched across her hips as she walked down the porch steps.
I watched from the window as she walked down the street.
Her tight dress hugged her curves, drawing the attention of passersby.
The morning breeze picked up, causing her dress to flutter around her thighs.
She kept tugging at the hem, clearly uncomfortable in what she was wearing.
A group of construction workers nearby paused their work to stare at her as she passed by.
My fingers gripped the curtain tightly as I watched her walk away, feeling a mix of concern and frustration.
She reached the bus stop and sat down on the bench, crossing her arms over her chest.
I turned away from the window, knowing she would have to navigate her own choices.
I rushed back to the window when I heard startled gasps from outside.
The strong morning wind had caught Sreeja's loose dress like a sail, lifting the fabric up around her thighs as she desperately tried to hold it down.
She stumbled in her heels, struggling to maintain her balance against the powerful gust.
Her files and papers spilled out of her bag and scattered across the sidewalk.
Through the window, I saw her face flush red with embarrassment as she crouched down to gather her papers, one hand still clutching her billowing dress.
Just then, a familiar voice called out from across the street, "Sreeja! Need a hand with that?"
She looked up, her eyes widening in surprise as Ravi jogged over, bending down to help her collect the scattered papers.
"Thanks, Ravi," she said, trying to sound casual despite the heat rising in her cheeks.
I gripped the curtain tighter as I watched Ravi help her gather the papers.
His hand lingered too long when passing them back to her, brushing against her chest.
Sreeja jerked away, her face flushing an even deeper red.
She clutched the papers to her chest protectively while Ravi stood too close, still smiling.
My daughter looked down, shifting uncomfortably as he continued talking.
I watched as he stood there, his hand occasionally brushing against hers as he spoke.
Sreeja's eyes darted around, clearly uneasy with the proximity.
She tried to step back, but the crowd at the bus stop pushed her closer to Ravi.
He laughed, leaning in to whisper something in her ear.
Her cheeks flushed even more, and she looked away.
I saw her force a smile and nod politely.
The bus arrived, and Ravi helped her board first.
As she stepped up, I saw his hand linger on the small of her back for a moment too long before she quickly moved to a seat near the front.
Ravi sat down a few rows behind her, his eyes fixed on the back of her head.
I turned away from the window, feeling a knot of worry settle in my stomach.
