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Sabitri said “Asif why don’t you show me what you mean” pointing to the catalogue. He flipped a few pages showing her the design by placing his finger on it. She saw the picture, it was sleeveless, it had narrow shoulders but still not aggressive on the bust line.
Compared to her present blouse this was surely a big leap forward. She decided to go all out and do it right to get what she wanted…lots of male attention. She mockingly said “Asif this is not even close to what I have in mind”.
Asif raised his eyebrows looking at her because he was expecting her to reject this design because it was too aggressive compared to the one she was wearing but the opposite happened. He curiously asked “what did you have in mind madam”?
Sabitri sarcastically said “Asif do you think I am going on a pilgrimage to wear something like this? I want a blouse which attracts lots of attention…the desired male attention…you know what I mean”? Asif was stunned hearing this, he flipped a page showing her the similar blouse with a more aggressive neckline.
Sabitri put her finger on the picture and said “now this is very close to what I have in mind”. This was quite a deep neck blouse with an equally wide open back. This blouse covered only the bra cups and straps just enough and was held together with two more strings on the upper back.
She looked at his surprised face and said “Asif I want this and I want this ASAP”. She put the new dress material along with her old blouse for measurements on the table. Asif said “madam for this new design your old blouse is useless, I will have to take your measurements again”.
Sabitri simply dropped her saree pallu and stood facing him. She said “take all your measurements now”. Asif was stumped because he had never seen any woman bare her modesty so brazenly. Each time he had to work hard using all his tricks to fool the women to make them believe that he was undressing them only for the sake of measurements.
But here he had a woman who was dropping her clothes without even batting an eyelid. Asif was dazed and speechless trying to understand who he was dealing with now. He swallowed and said “madam let’s go inside that room so we have full privacy” pointing to the room where he had taken the other woman.
Sabitri picked up her fallen saree pallu and went to the room with Asif following behind. She looked around, this room had a table and hooks on the wall to hang clothes. It also had a full size mirror for trials and an overhead fan barely running for namesake.
She said “please turn up the fan Asif, it is getting really hot in here”. Asif turned the fan to mid speed and placed his notebook on the table. She turned to face him dropping her saree pallu again. He said “madam this is not enough” pointing at her saree.
In one swift jerk, Sabitri pulled the folds of her saree out of her petticoat letting it drop to her feet and stepped out. Asif picked up her saree and kept it on the table after neatly folding it. She teasingly asked “so what else do you want me to remove before you can start taking your measurements”?