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chapter nine: jesus christ 2005 god bless america

neighbor!joel x f!reader

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series rating: E (18+ MDNI)

series summary:

over the course of three summers, joel miller becomes woven into your life. the first summer is spent falling for him; nannying his daughter and sneaking around with him in a burning love affair. you know how you feel about joel, he isn’t so sure about how it all is gonna work. the second summer is brief. a month spent at home after graduation and before you move to boston for your dream job. one look at you, one time hearing your voice, and joel is hooked again. he pines over you for that month, but you think — how is long distance of over a thousand miles going to work for a single dad? the third summer, you return home burnt out and pride bruised from your post-grad life. you need time to feel at home again, like your complete self, so you’ve come back home with no return ticket booked. it’s only a matter of time before joel seeks you out, slowly spending more time with you. without an inevitable end to the summer looming over you both, what chances are you willing to take?

word count: 9.5k

warnings: NO OUTBREAK (don’t need to worry about the mushies), no use of y/n, inexperienced reader, age gap (joel is 30/31, reader is 22), canon-divergent (sarah is 7 y/o), nanny au, pet names (sweetheart, darling, sweet girl, mariposa, etc.), polite southern manners, feeling familial and self-pressure, undefined relationship, small use of spanish cause joel is latino, pining joel, fingering, hand-job, dirty talkkk king joel miller, soft soft soft joel, sprinkle of possessive joel, Big Feelings, crying, mentions of depression diagnosis and symptoms, struggling with self, discussion of co-parenting, signing away parental rights, effects of that situation on children, major guilt form both of 'em, this chapter has some heavier angst than before!

a/n: they're baaaaaaack <333 my babies! it's 2005 and summer #3 is officially underway and i can't wait to share it with you all. thank you so very much to the bestie/cousin/sister wife/sweet, sweet gf @northernbluess for beta-reading this chapter, and for shouting about these two with me. enjoy y'all x

You can count on your two hands the number of times you’ve been able to talk to Joel over the last year. Sarah’s schedule going into third grade was much busier, his work picking up even more business and expanding. Your job was demanding — long hours, coming in early and staying late, rejection after rejection of ideas you excitedly pitched. By a few months in, you took the hint: you were there to get coffees, do the grunt work, fill in the gaps even if it wasn’t in your job description. It wasn’t that you had a problem with doing all of those things; anyone in the industry, basically anyone with a corporate job has told you that you have to do your time, climb the rungs of the ladder to get to where you want to be. But it’s hard to justify a job that has taken you away from the one place that feels like home, the people who make you feel loved.

It came in waves at first, that feeling of heavy limbs, slogging thoughts, the perpetual cinch of your chest as if you were going to cry, with no reason to. In summer, it was easy to blame it on homesickness, adjusting to a new city, or getting used to living with your new roommates. The leaves changing brought new symptoms: staying in over the weekends, curled up in bed with the TV playing cable reruns for 48 hours straight, the lull of sleep overcoming you at odd hours. But this was merely because the cold was creeping in, and the daylight hours were waning.

Joel called one winter evening; well, the Caller ID read his name, but upon answering the phone, you were quick to realize it was someone else.

“Hello?”

“Posey, you answered! Hi!”

“Hey, Sare-Bear. What’s going on?” You find the means to prop yourself up on your pillows, turning down the volume of the TV and curling your knees toward your chest.

“Not too much, I asked Daddy if I could call you and he said yes, so I did! I was sad you couldn’t be home for Christmas last month. Santa brought me lots of presents! Oh, and Daddy took me to Disney World with Uncle Tommy after Christmas before school started again!”

Sarah’s chipper voice is scraping nails against your heart, tightening your lungs until all you can manage is shallow breaths. You hold it together long enough to hear about all her presents and the Miller family trip before you hear Joel in the background, coaxing the phone from his daughter.

“Daddy says he wants to talk to you so I have to give the phone to him. Bye, Posey, miss you!”

“Miss you too, sweet pea,” you choke out, sinking further into your bed with eyes filling with tears. You should be overjoyed to be hearing from Sarah; instead, it fills you with a reminder that you have no idea when you’ll see her again, no clue how to try to make yourself love this place.

“Hey, Mari.”

The sound of his voice was syrupy, the drawl in his tone basking you in the Texas sun that you missed so. He was like the warmth of a bonfire, the summer breeze messing with your hair while you rode in his truck with the windows down. Hearing him was like sinking into his mattress for the night, a solid, weighted arm slung around you safely.

“Hi, Joel.”

“Gotta say thank you again for the watch you sent me for my birthday. I know, you’re going to say that I’ve already said it about ten times but I need to do it again 'cause I just like havin’ a reminder of you every day.”

“You’re welcome,”  your voice wavers slightly, and you make a quick attempt to recover with a deep breath.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

No, not now, you can’t break now, you have to make it through the phone call.

Your tongue sits heavy in your mouth, your ears growing hot and tears pricking your eyes in pain as you hold it all in. One sniffle comes over you before you can catch it, concern lacing the other end of the call.

“Hey, darlin’—Hold on.”

Muffled thumps of footsteps heading upstairs crackle through the phone, the creak and click of a door closing popping in your ear pressed to the speaker.

“Sorry, I had to come up to my room. Now, what’s wrong, darlin’?” Joel’s gentle, airy tone breaks the final splinter of the dam, emotion overflowing.

“I shouldn’t let it all get to me, but, work has been awful, like all I've done this week is get coffee and take minutes for meetings, which don’t even get used because they have someone that gets to actually participate taking the minutes. And—and I can’t seem to find my place. My roommates are way closer with each other cause they’ve been working together before and at the office, it’s so cliquey and everybody keeps calling my accent cute—“

Attempting to make you smile, Joel interjects, “It is cute, sweetheart.”

“Well, you can say that ‘cause you’ve got one too. They just call me ‘Texas’ or ‘Y’all’ cause I said it once in front of the group. These people are all from around here, from generations of East Coast families and they know all about life here and constantly try to one-up each other and I can’t do it, Joel. I can’t—It’s too hard. It hurts so much.”

You’ve fully got tears streaming down your face, your voice thick with phlegm, and sniffling from your runny nose. 

“Oh, my sweet girl…” There’s a strain in his voice too, covered with a stuttered clearing sound. “Mariposa, my Mariposa, you can do It. I know it’s hard, I know. And mean people don’t make the adjustment any easier, but remember you’re the bigger person. Kill ‘em with kindness, baby.”

“It breaks my heart to hear you’re hurtin’, Mari. But you can do it. You’re smart, beautiful, funny, tough…Are you—are you talkin’ to anybody, sweetheart? A professional?”

“No…” you confess meekly, embarrassed by your lack of effort.

“It’s okay, baby, that’s okay. Maybe we can find you someone, alright? Might help to get out of the house, go see them, talk to them. We’ll find you someone, Mari. Promise.”

“Joel, I don’t want you to worry about me. You don’t have to help me find—“

“I want to. I worry about you constantly, mi amor. It’s hard not to when half of my heart’s across the country.” Silence falls over the line, picking up your hand to wipe at your tears. 

“Thank you, Joel.”

“I love you, Mariposa. Always going to.”

That was the last major phone call you had with him. He did help you find someone, a therapist, to talk to. But through them, you had come to the decision that this life wasn’t for you; corporate bullshit was leaving you burned out and defeated, and it was cooking up an unstable environment that let your sadness and disappointment fester into depressive episodes.

After that discovery, the choice was made and you phoned your parents to tell them you were planning on coming home at the end of your first-year contract if they would have you. They agreed, of course, to welcome you back home for as long as you need.  

You couldn’t bring yourself to call Joel. Hearing his disappointment in your quitting would ruin you. And, you couldn’t blame him if he got a bit angry either. You ran off and chose this life, and when it turned out to be shit, you were running home with your tail between your legs at the first opportunity. He expected so much from you and was so proud of you for choosing your dreams.

You couldn’t bear to tell him about your failure. So you didn’t.

Arrangements were made in the next few months: a replacement roommate found, a letter of resignation submitted, a one-way plane ticket purchased.

Joel wipes at his forehead, standing in the middle of the job site he was working by himself. It was rare for him to really get his hands dirty these days; Miller Construction has grown tenfold since it started, a wider team built and Joel taking the helm as more of a manager and owner. He had a hand in every project, being the one to design and plan everything, leaving the execution to be led by Tommy and his employees.

This was a particular job, though, and one he wanted to make sure was perfect.

Your dad had approached him in early Spring, walking over while Joel mowed the lawn. He explained what he was looking to get done — the basement converted into a studio apartment, with a new bathroom and kitchenette.

Joel agreed to help with the task, and out of curiosity he asked why they were making the change. Usually, it was in-laws, but maybe it was to increase the sale value. Maybe they were planning a move?

He heard it and zoned out immediately.

You? You were moving home?

He wracked his brain for any mention of these plans from you over the last few months, but he came up short when he realized it had been a couple of months since the last phone call. Life had gotten so busy, evenings spent with lawyers and Sarah home every weekend, trying to adjust her to the new arrangement as best as he could. There was his own news he had to tell you, but couldn’t ever find the right time to reach out when he knew how stressed out you were. He remembered missing a call from you, but he completely forgot to return it. Were you going to tell him then?

The phone call he made to you that night went to voicemail, and he left one in hopes you would return a call or message.

“Hey, Mariposa… Hope you’re doing well, amor. Your dad, uh, he came over today and asked me for help on the house. They wanna make the apartment a basement and—shit you definitely already know all of this… Are you—are you coming home?”

He couldn’t stand how he sounded, on the verge of begging and filled with nerves, so the voicemail ended after he asked. You didn’t return the call.

Standing back looking at his handiwork, he takes a deep breath. He’s poured over the decisions for every detail, your parents entrusting him with the project completely. He matched the floors to the rest of your house, but the walls are a soft green, one accented with wallpaper he painstakingly installed that is patterned with lavender, marigolds, and hydrangeas — small butterflies hidden in the flowers.

At one side of the studio space, Joel installed the bookshelf he made by hand in his garage, the built-in coming up halfway on the wall, molding covering the surface, and stained a rich, medium tone that complemented the paint choice. He imagined your rows and rows of beat-up paperbacks filling the spaces, knickknacks strewn along the top.

Your furniture was moved down from your bedroom, arranged by your mom to fit nicely within the space. It feels like you’re already living in this space, the touches of you from your things and the new items he tried to get perfectly ‘you’. A faint smile tugs at his lips, excitement trickling into his bloodstream and tingling all over.

You’re coming home.

The first day you were back, you didn’t leave your new room.

It was out of exhaustion, but mostly out of relishing in the new space, nearly brought to tears by the thoughtfulness of your parents. When they were showing you the new studio suite of yours, you couldn’t stop smiling, turning to your mom and asking, “How did you choose the paint color? And where’d you get the bookshelf?”

Your mom laughed, shrugging as she answered, “Believe it or not, Dad and I were so busy these last few months that we told Joel just to go wild! Well, not wild, but he made all the choices — only ran the cost by us.”

“Wait, Joel did this?”

“Oh yeah, did the whole thing for free labor, too. Stand up guy. Said he just wanted to help out a neighbor — and he did the whole thing himself too, none of his guys helped him. He did a great job, huh kiddo?” Your Dad gives you a grin, extending his arms as if showcasing the room you three were already in and poking around in.

“Yeah, he did do a great job. Guess I need to thank him…” You swallow hard and toy with your bedspread as you sit at the edge of your bed, one leg bent onto the mattress, “Thank you both for this and—and for letting me come home.”

“Hey, don’t sweat it, kiddo. We love having you here, always. You stay however long you need, princess.” At that, it was simply closed, your parents never pushing for more detail than you were willing to offer at the time; both gave you a kiss on your head and a tender hug before they made their way back upstairs, leaving you to begin unpacking.

A fresh set of eyes rolls over the space, the context that each choice was Joel’s, made for you, lighting up small details. The color of the wood he used for the shelves, the wallpaper covered in your favorite flowers and butterflies; what catches your attention is a frame set on the surface of the built-ins. You pick it up, free hand jumping to your chest as you study the content.

A drawing, signed in the bottom right corner by a “Sarah M.” It’s of a garden, lush greenery with an opening in the middle. Joel stands at one side, with dark hair and a scribbled beard, Sarah in the middle with her bouncy curls. On the other side of Sarah is a depiction of you in your sundress from the day at the butterfly garden last summer. The closest thing to a photo of the three of you.

Placing the frame back where you had found it, you hold back your tears, rubbing circles in your thumping chest as you look around the room for five things you can see, four things you can touch, three things you can hear, two things you can smell, and one thing you can taste.

At the third out of four things you can touch, your eyes fall to your bed, pink plaid poking out from between your pillows drawing you nearer. You pull out the shape from your bedding, coming face to face with the long-eared, stuffed bunny that you passed down to Sarah last year. Flopsy.

You curl the animal into your chest, squeezing it as you climb onto your bed and lie down. Bringing it up to your face, you inhale the smell of the Miller house, the smell of your previous summers. It calms your rapid pulse, each deep breath lulling you to sleep.

Somehow, despite being each other’s next-door neighbors, you’ve managed to avoid Joel and he’s avoided you for the last few days. It wasn’t like you weren’t thinking about him — no, you were constantly thinking about him. Driving past his house, walking past his driveway, every time you wake up in your room and are faced with all of what he did for you. 

But finally seeing him, talking to him, you were going to be faced with the reality of telling him that you couldn’t make it, even with all of his support. The thought of watching his face fall when you have to admit you moved across the country for what amounted to nothing, broke his heart for dreams that ended up being the opposite of what you wanted.

Joel avoided you, simply to give you some time to adjust and also, to skirt around the fact that he wasn’t there for you when you must have needed him the most. Plus, he had his own news to share with you, and he kept it in to keep you from worrying. He knew if he had told you then, when you were away, you would be on the next flight home to help him. He couldn’t make you do that, and he knew he wouldn’t be able to say no to you coming either. And now, he’ll have to admit all of this to you — to tell you that he kept this from you and watched your face fall into hurt.

This sunny Saturday morning, you’ve taken to walking door to door with all of the parents in the neighborhood, offering yourself to babysit or nanny to fill the summer while you figure out what you want to do with your life. Most were surprised to see you back home, but eager to take down your number, promising to reach out if they needed help. 

On your way back home, you’re on Joel’s side of the cul-de-sac, biting your lip as you get a view of his back in a white tee, shoulders straining as he stretches over the hood of his truck. He squeegees the front windshield, the truck covered in soap suds from him washing it.

As if feeling eyes on him, he turns over his shoulder to see you walking up. Completely turning around, he leans back against the hood, waving to you with a held-back smile. Joel eyes you in your cut-off shorts, licking his lips and humming to himself when he sees his navy t-shirt on you, the one he gave you last summer. 

“Now, Miller, I haven’t seen you wash that dirty ass truck once the past two summers. And now you’re out here in your little shorts and white tee as soon as I get back? Suspicious.”

On his driveway now, you stand a few feet apart, a bright teasing smile on your face. Joel can’t help but feel the familiar itch in his fingers, gripping the squeegee tighter. His butterfly is back in his stomach, stirring to life as its wings start fluttering at the sight of you, rising to his chest at the sound of your voice.

“Bit suspicious that this is the first time you just so happen to stop by to say hello, is it not, Mariposa?” he asks with a raise of his eyebrows, smirk tugging up one side of his lips and exposing his dimple.

“Wha—Oh, shut up. I was stopping by to offer to help you, for your information.”

“Oh yeah? Alright then, grab a sponge, sweetheart,” he nods to the bucket on the asphalt, tossing the squeegee into the grass. You pick up a sponge out of the bucket, ringing it out a bit before going over and starting to wash the other side of his car. Joel disappears around the side of the house, coming back with the hose running water to rinse the car off.

“Think you missed a spot, Joel,” you giggle, moving the sponge in circles.

“Y’know what? I think I missed a really big spot. Kind of on the other side by you.” He’s got a devilish smirk painting his face, mischief glinting his eyes in the sunlight. He stalks around the car, moving his thumb toward the end of the hose.

“Joel, don’t you dare…”

“What, darlin’? You look a little hot. Think you need to cool down.”

“Joel! Don’t, you shithead!”

In a last-ditch effort, you toss your sponge at his chest before trying to run away. It’s fruitless, shrieking as you feel the cold water spray at your legs. You turn around to face Joel chasing you with the hose, his thumb at the end to make the water pressure higher and shoot farther. It’s as if it’s raining, the water dripping from above; you cup your hands over your head, closing your eyes as you attempt to avoid the spray.

“Okay, okay! I've cooled down, please!”

All you hear is a laugh in response, the sound multiplying the goosebumps that the cold water has caused. With your eyes squeezed shut, you're blind as you run around the car, hitting directly into something solid, sturdy, but much softer than metal. A small ‘oof’ exhales out, one arm wrapping around you to steady you.

Opening your eyes, you see Joel with a wide, childish grin and a deepened dimple on his right cheek. The crinkles next to his eyes are showing and you can see the wet spot in his white shirt from the sponge hitting him.

“May I propose a treaty?”

“If it keeps you from spraying me with the hose, sure.”

He laughs again, sliding his hand across your back.

“You come over tonight and I won’t spray you again.”

“Hmm,” you hum as you consider it, eyes widening as Joel moves to get the hose on you again, “Okay, deal! Hose down, Miller!”

Happily, Joel throws the hose into the grass, tightening his arm in a half-hug. His lips as your ear, he speaks sweetly and kisses your cheek. “Good to have you home, Mari.”

You help him clean up the rest after he finishes rinsing the truck and shuts off the hose, lingering with him on the driveway.

He nods inside with a smile, “Someone else’s been waitin’ to see you if you wanna come in for a bit.”

“That would make my day. I’d love to see that someone,” you say through a smile, cheeks hurting from laughing and grinning for the past ten minutes.

Joel leads you inside, spotting Sarah on the couch. He walks ahead of you into the living space, heart swelling at the shocked reaction Sarah has to you standing in their house.

You are feeling the same — the ache in your bones from the last few months quells once you step foot in their house, limbs lightening when Sarah jumps off the couch and runs over, or well, runs into you.

“Posey! I can’t believe you’re back!” Sarah exclaims, giggling excitedly when you scoop her up into a hug and hold her flush against you. A kiss is pressed to the top of her head, a familiar scent in her hair from the product you use. You exchanged equally ecstatic greetings before she pulled you into the kitchen with Joel, sitting at the table to chat. Sarah sits across your lap, kicking her feet as she asks a million questions about why, how, what, and more.

You answer all of them, Joel interjecting for some as you explain to her that you’ll be here for the whole summer, at least, and that you’ll still be right next door.

Rubbing her back, you look down at Sarah with a gentle smile, “I have been meaning to come to ask you, sweet pea, but I found a mutual friend of ours on my bed when I came home. How did Flopsy end up back at my house? Did he get lost while your dad was working on my new room?”

“No, he isn’t lost! I know he’s there cause I put him there. I thought you might’ve missed him, and that he might make you happy and cheer you up because Daddy said you were missing home.”

Joel was unaware of the animal his daughter left behind, swallowing hard as she mentioned how he explained you were feeling homesick back then when you two had talked. His eyes are glued to you as he watches the emotions in your eyes, sadness flashing in them before you recover, visibly sitting up and the corners of your mouth tugging up into a gentle smile.

“He made me feel much better, sweet pea, so thank you. I can bring him back next time, okay?”

Sarah shakes her head firmly, making strong eye contact with you as she says, “No, you should keep him 'cause maybe you might need him while you get used to being home. He helped me get used to staying with Daddy all the time now, so I thought he could help you be at home again, too.”

You glance at Joel, who’s looking away from you now and toying with the edge of a placemat that’s laid out on the surface. Sarah turns her head, looking between the two of you before Joel clears his throat.

“Hey Bug, we gotta head out to get you over to Emily’s house for your sleepover tonight. Can you go get your bag from upstairs? And say goodbye to Posey.”

A quick hug and she is zipping off, leaving the two adults sitting at the table in a moment of silence. It’s Joel who breaks it again, looking at you with something unreadable on his face.

“You’re coming over tonight, yeah? I—I, um, I think we have some catching up to do.”

“Yeah, I think so too. I’ll see you tonight.” You stand up and he follows you to the door, taking your hand in his to pull you back as your hand reaches for the doorknob.

“It is really good to have you home, Mariposa. Feels like—I don’t know, life feels like summer again. I missed you.”

“I missed you too, Joel. I’ll see you tonight,” you lean in, stretching up to kiss his cheek before slipping out of the door and into your backyard. 

At sunset, you slip out of the sliding glass door, walking across the pool area and into Joel’s backyard. Climbing up his deck stairs, you reach his back door and knock, biting back a smile when you can see him approaching with a puzzled expression. He opens the door, looking at you through the screen with a brown raised.

“Back door? This a new thing now?”

“S’closer to my new room.” You shrug and knock your knuckles on the metal frame of the screen door. Joel nods for you to step back, opening the door and holding it for you to come inside, shutting it and the windowed, wooden door behind it. Turning around to you, he steps forward, snaking his arms around your hips. A soft smile peels apart his lips with a relaxed sigh, leaning some of his weight into you.

“Hi, Mari.”

“Hey, J.”

“You smell good,” he says, muffled into your hair, lips pressing a kiss to the side of your head, “And I like that nickname.”

A quiet giggle breathes out from your mouth, hands coasting up and down his biceps. He moves to tuck your head under his chin, swaying back and forth in the middle of his kitchen.

“Thought we had stuff to talk about?” You question, biting your bottom lip and making no move to unfurl yourself from his arms. This is what you had been missing so much, feeling his radiating warmth and care. His tenderness, his love.

“We do. But I get to just hold you first, darlin’. Been waiting too long to do this again.” Squeezing you closer, he tucks his chin in to lay his lips against the top of your head, fingertips ghosting up your spine. It’s at least two minutes before he moves, untangling himself from you with one last kiss on your forehead.

“Alright, mi Mariposa, how about we sit on the couch? You can go first, sweetheart,” his voice crackles in your ears, feeling the reverb in your chest from his low drawl. Hands at your sides guide you into the living room, letting go to allow you to sit down, Joel taking a seat next to you and facing you. “You wanna go first, Mari? S’alright if you don’t…”

“No, I do. I think I should at least…” You sigh and focus your stare on a stitched seam of the back of the couch, tracing it with your fingers as you begin to recount what brought you home, “I don’t know if you remember that one phone call we had in the winter, but it was after that, you helped me find someone to talk to?”

“I remember.”

“Well, I started seeing them weekly, sometimes twice a week, and it helped to be able to talk about everything, but there wasn’t too much I could do to help the situation I was in. My, um, my therapist diagnosed me with depression.”

Your voice was thick, phlegm building up as your emotions started to get the best of you, stare still unfocused from Joel. His hand lays over yours, pulling you away from the movement and to his face. There’s no judgment in his eyes, only concern and piety. Without any words, he slides closer to you, pulling your legs across his lap and slipping an arm around your back.

“And in our sessions, I wasn’t really getting much better with the tools she was giving to me, so we made a plan. It started with her asking me where I felt the most myself, the most comfortable, where I could work on everything without the added…stress of work and feeling isolated. And then it was a bit of a no-brainer to make arrangements to come home. And—and I meant to call you, I really tried, Joel. But I couldn’t bear to have to tell you that I—I failed and that I broke your heart for nothing. You believed in me so much, and I couldn’t do it. I left everything behind, left you behind and nothing came out of it. And I couldn’t bring myself to call cause I couldn’t hear your reaction. I didn’t know if you’d care if I came back. If you would be mad or disappointed…”

You exhale with a long breath, tears flowing freely down your cheeks while Joel’s fingers work to wipe them away as quickly as they fall.

“Sweet girl…My Mariposa, I am so sorry you went through that. I’m so glad that you weren’t alone, that you had support, but I hate that I wasn’t there when you needed me,” he swallows and holds you against his chest, “I love you, sweet girl, always going to. I knew you had to go because I knew you might’ve regretted it if you didn’t try, but, darlin’, mi amor, I could give two shits if you live some big corporate life if it doesn’t make you happy. That is all I want for you, Mari, and if that wasn’t what you had up there, then I want you to find it wherever you are.”

You sniffle and wrap your arms around his neck, both of you embracing each other tightly — so tightly you nearly can’t breathe, but it feels comforting, like a weighted blanket over your body and soul.

“Selfishly, I’m glad you came home. Missed you, my sweet girl, and ‘m always gonna be here for you. I’m so sorry I wasn’t there when you needed me, I should have been better, but there was just so much happening…” he admits, guilt and shame oozing out of his words and tone.

You pull back, brow furrowed as you hold the side of his jaw.

“Did something happen?”

“Um, yeah. Something did happen, in the spring…” he runs a hand over his face, sighing before he drops his forehead against yours, staying silent for a moment before sitting up again and gripping onto the fabric of your shirt.

“I have full custody of Sarah now.”

He watches as confusion falls over your face, melding into concern as he sees your thought process happening. He knows you’re thinking about Sarah, all of the little things she said earlier this afternoon must be clicking finally. The rhythm of his heart is racing, waiting for your questions.

“What? What happened? How? Are you okay, is Sarah okay?”

“It’s alright, Mari, I’m okay. Sarah’s adjusting. It was just sudden, and I had to scramble to get everything in order while also figuring out how to tell her. I really haven’t told her the truth, I c—I can’t do that to her…” His voice drops to a whisper as he trails off, eyes welling with tears of his own.

“Oh, J, babe, what happened? If you want to tell me, I’m here for you.”

He clears his throat, twisting the handful of fabric he’s got, “Tiff approached me after her last drop off when Sarah was inside the house, and she told me that…She basically said she met someone new, he was movin’ out of state for his job, and she wouldn’t be able to afford her child support anymore. I asked her what she was gettin’ at and she said, she said she wanted to sign her rights away. That she couldn’t do it all anymore.”

“I mean, I couldn’t bring myself to tell Sarah that—that her mom didn’t want to take care of her anymore. So I only told her that she would be gone for a while and that she would be staying at home for all her weekends for now. I don’t know what to do, baby. And it was all so chaotic, and I couldn’t call you 'cause I didn’t want to add to your stress with work and life up there.”

In response, you hold yourself around him silently, arms at his neck, straddling his lap and wrapping your legs around his waist like a koala in a tree. Joel relaxes into you, damp droplets soaking into your shirt and skin as he lays his head on your shoulder. All of his stress, his anxieties come out. He knows he should also be comforting you, for everything you’ve told him, but it’s like a door has opened and everything is piling out of him. He’s held it together for months now, his only person to talk to being Tommy, but he doesn’t want to burden his younger brother with all of his problems all the time.

Not that he wants to do that to you, either, especially with what you’ve been through, but at this moment, all he can think about is your touch, your warmth, your care.

“You could never be anything but an addition to my life, Joel. Even if it’s a problem, I want to help you solve it or be there for you while you work through it. ‘M here now, we both are, so we can get through our things together.”

At his next sniffle, he pulls away, staying wrapped up in you but sitting so he can see your face.

“Guess these last few months have been messes for both of us, huh?” You break the seriousness of the moment with your chuckle, sending Joel into a fit of laughter as he nods.

“Guess so. Might’ve been better if either of us called. Don’t think we’d be here right now crying.”

“That’s life though, isn’t it? At least ours. Miscommunication continually brings us back together. I think maybe we should quit that habit though.”

“I agree…” he smiles sweetly, eyes pouring adoration into yours, “All this talk about us, I guess my other question would be, what are we? I mean, you don’t have an end to the summer, right? So maybe we could—“

“Let’s give us a proper shot. No expiration date. We can just be together and see what comes of it, yeah?”

“Yeah, Mariposa, yeah. I would love that,” Joel leans in, catching your lips in a slow, syrupy kiss. It’s languid, stealing your breath and giving you his, melting your tongues together and sighing at the taste of you. He pulls back, ghosting his lips over yours with an infectious smile.

“So, is that it? Are you officially mine, Mariposa? Mi Mariposa es solo mi Mariposa (My butterfly is only my butterfly)?”

“Yours. And you’re mine, so don’t forget it,” you chuckle and he kisses you sweetly again, shaking his head as his nose fits against yours.

“Never going to forget that, are you kidding me? Hearing that automatically entered my top five best life moments.”

“God, you’re such an idiot…”

“Yeah, I am, baby. An idiot in love. A fool for you,” he laughs and tightens his grip around you, arms settling under your thighs as he stands from the couch, carrying you toward the stairs, “Also an idiot who’s getting to go to bed with the girl of his dreams. So, really, who’s an idiot now? Think I made some damn good decisions.”

“Can I take back my answer to your question?” You tease, shrieking when he drops you onto his bed, a smirk on his face as he shakes his head.

“No takebacks. Stuck with me now, Mariposa,” he climbs over you and kisses you again, deeper than before but as innocent as the giggly kisses you shared earlier.

“Good thing you’re a good kisser.”

“Yeah? Bet you know what else I’m good at, don’t you, sweetheart?” He sits back on his haunches, eyes dragging over you laying back on his bed, tongue poking out to lick his lips.

“Can I have you, darlin’? Pretty please?”

A hard swallow comes from your throat, crossing your arms over your stomach as you look up from the mattress to Joel.

“I want you to, but I’ve…I haven’t done anything since—“

“I understand, sweet girl. You wanna ease back into it with me, hermosa? We’ll go slow,” he watches you nod, pushing up the hem of your t-shirt to under your breasts, “No bra? Sigues siendo mi diablita, no? (You’re still my little devil, aren’t you?)”

As you sit up, he tugs the materials over your head, folding over to attach his lips to one of your already pebbled nipples. A whimper slips from your mouth, tangling fingers into his hair and arching into his mouth. He pays the same attention to the other side, soft moans filling the room.

Joel separates from you with a pop of his lips, grinning as he reaches for the back collar of his t-shirt and pulls it over his head. You happily sigh as you run your hands across his strong chest and shoulders, tickling your fingertips down his stomach as he watches you slip his shorts’ waistband down a few inches.

“Mm, I have an idea, sweetheart…You wanna try something we haven’t done before?” Joel kisses your lips before peppering kisses along your jaw.

“What d’you have in mind?”

“Take the rest of your clothes off, darlin’. ‘M gonna sit up at my headboard and you come sit on my lap, m’kay?”

You follow his instructions, licking your lips as you watch him stand and strip in front of you, his hard cock slapping against his stomach, leaking already out of need. He sits on his bed, head leaned against the headboard with pillows supporting his back. With your shorts and panties thrown into a heap with his clothes, you walk over the mattress on your knees, lifting one to the other side of his thighs.

“So beautiful, Mariposa. The most beautiful,” he sighs as he licks into your mouth, grabbing handfuls of your ass, “How did I get so damn lucky?”

“Could say the same thing about you, J. Pretty boy.” 

He chuckles against your lips, shaking his head. “Not as pretty as you, mi amor. Estás preciosa. Mucho más preciosa que cualquier flor o puesta de sol o estrella. La cosa más hermosa que he visto.”

“What does that all mean?”

“You are gorgeous. Much more gorgeous than any flower or sunset or star. The most beautiful thing I've ever seen,” Joel speaks softly, tenderness in his eyes as he brushes your hair away from your face. 

Heat spans across the back of your neck and up to the tips of your ears, heart pounding from the look he is giving you. It feels like it’s breaking down any facade you had left, completely exposed to him with the bashful smile on your face.

“I love you, Mariposa,” he punctuates with a stealing kiss, one hand roaming around to your front to slip between your legs. Two fingers collect your arousal on their tips, dragging some to your clit as you sigh into Joel’s mouth. 

“Now, ‘m gonna touch you, baby, and if you want, you touch me at the same time, yeah?” He pulls away from your lips, nudging his nose into your cheek.

“I want to, I really want to.”

His fingers move to your entrance, gathering more along his whole fingers before pulling from between your legs and wrapping his own hand around his cock. He gives himself a few long strokes, looking into your eyes.

“Think you can spare some for me, sweet girl? Got you fucking drenched from barely even touchin’ you,” he sighs contently, leaning his head back more, “Spit on it for me, baby, and use your own hand, m’kay?”

You nod, eager to follow instructions. Folding forward, you drop saliva onto his waiting cock, watching as it slips down the side and mixes with your slick. He takes his hand away and your own wraps around his base, starting slow and teasing strokes.

“Fuck,” he exhales, dragging it out as long as his sigh is, “Missed you so much, sweet girl. You’re my sweet girl now, aren’t you? Only mine.”

His fingers find your core again, slow circles matching the energy of your strokes. A whine slips out, brows scrunching as you attempt to move your hips to get more friction.

“Please, Joel, please. Want more…”

“You want more, mi Mariposa? You want me to fuck you with my fingers, hm?” At your rapid nod, he chuckles darkly, nipping at your neck.

“Gotta give me more to get more, sweetheart. ‘M aching for you, just giving you the same treatment.”

“Mean,” you breathe out, gasping as his thick fingers tease your entrance.

“You ain’t seen mean yet, cariño,” he kisses you again as he slips one finger inside of you, the pace of your hand moving faster when you get more of what you wanted. He groans, the sound muffled into your tongue as it flicks against his, the heel of his hand rubbing against your clit. You start to bounce your hips in rhythm with your hand, imagining his cock inside of you again.

With a lewd noise, he pulls away, shallow breaths fanning across your collarbone.

“Mm, that’s right, baby. Fuck yourself on my fingers while you stroke my cock.”

His voice makes you flood his finger even more, easily slipping another into you for a few strokes before adding a third.

“Feel full, sweet girl? Feel anything like my cock?” He whispers to you as you continue to ride his hand, moving your hips and hand faster.

“So full, J. Not as good as your cock, nothing ever is, but fuck—oh fuck! Feels so good.” Your eyes close tightly as the frays of tightly coiled rope start to break inside of you. Joel takes over as your body stills with stimulation, fucking his fingers into you quickly with wet noises while his own hips move under your grip to fuck your hand.

“Come for me, my sweet girl. Let me feel what I’ve missed about this pussy. Still mine, isn’t it?”

“Yesyesyes, Joel! Oh my god, fuck I’m coming!” You open your eyes as the last fibers of the rope snap, pleasure radiating over every nerve while he continues to move under you and inside of you. The aftershocks of your orgasm fade as he whimpers in front of you, shots of warm cum coating your hand and his stomach.

“Oh fuck, Mari…” Joel picks his head up and looks at you with a breathless laugh and smile, pressing a chaste kiss to your lips as he pulls his fingers out of you.

“I love you, my girl. Mi Mariposa. Let’s get you cleaned up and get to sleep, yeah?” 

Slumber reaches the edge of your vision, drooping your eyelids as Joel guides you to his en-suite, washing your hands for you before washing his, and wiping a warm cloth between your legs. He peppers kisses to your head, shoulders, and neck as he does it all, whispering sweet nothings as he pulls you back into his bed.

“Night, Mari.”

“Night, J…Mm, before I forget, we’re getting you new sheets tomorrow. No more navy, you’ve got a girl in your life now.”

He laughs, kissing the top of your head and holding you closer to his side as he exhales, “Sure thing, my sweet girl. Can’t have all the other ladies I randomly bring up to my room think I don’t have a woman in my life, Mariposa.”

The tone is overly sarcastic and you flick his chest half awake.

“It’s not for other women to know, it’s so I don’t feel like I’m with a junior in college. Makes you look like a frat star.”

Joel laughs louder, your head shaking with his chest moving and a smile turning your lips up, before he calms himself and strokes your spine, “Okay, okay, it is the task for the morning. We’ll pick up Sarah and head to…”

“HomeGoods.”

“Alright, HomeGoods it is. Now sleep.”

Sarah darts ahead of you both as Joel holds the door open, beelining in her Strawberry Shortcake pajamas to the first open booth she sees. Easily sliding into one side, she moves toward the wall as you two approach, patting the spot next to her.

“Posey, come sit with me!”

With a smile, you take the offered seat and look over to Joel as he settles in on the opposite side, shaking his head as he gives Sarah a playfully hurt face.

“You don’t want me to sit next to you, Bug?” he pouts.

“I wanna sit with Posey 'cause I always have to sit with you when we go places. It gets boring.”

You laugh loudly and cover your mouth when you get glares from other customers, Joel’s jaw drops for a moment before he looks at you and starts laughing as well.

“Never lose your honesty, mija.”

Sarah doesn’t seem phased by her dad’s response, moving to sit on her knees in the booth and look over the kids’ menu. Reaching up, you fluff her curls, smiling at her when she turns to look at you.

“How was the sleepover, Sare-Bear? I see you got some tinsel in your hair, it’s very pretty.”

“It was fun, but I kinda missed my stuffed animals and my own bed. I wanna have a sleepover at our house, Daddy,” Sarah looks up from the menu and to Joel, awaiting an answer. With one look at Joel, you can see the idea makes him nervous, having a handful of young girls to entertain for a whole night as a single dad. Sarah is one thing, she’s his and he can handle her attitude or boredom, but with other kids, he isn’t so sure he has a lot of tolerance.

“Um, I’m not sure, Bug. Can I think about it?” he asks with his brow furrowed, reaching across the table to nudge her arm with a smile. Sarah sighs and sits back, clearly disappointed in her father’s answer.

“Well, what about if you had a sleepover with me? I would be honored to be invited over. We could watch movies and I could do your hair or your makeup. We could paint our nails — a whole girls’ night. Plus your dad,” you turn back to Joel with a grin, winking as he chuckles.

Sarah immediately perks up, grinning wildly and bouncing in her seat, “You would come over for that, Posey? I want to have a sleepover with you. Please, Daddy, please can Posey come over?”

Joel gives you a knowing look, the secret shared between you two not living on for much longer, and he nods with a grin, “Sure, Bug. Posey can come over and stay whenever you want.”

Breakfast is filled with conversation about what you could do at said sleepover, making plans for movies, and going to the drug store to get some new nail polishes. Joel orders for the table so you can stay engrossed in conversation, and he can’t help but put a hand to his chest as he observes the two of you talking like you are best friends, despite the nearly twenty-year age difference. You treat Sarah like your own, and he reminds himself to thank you for that, someday.

When the chocolate waffles are set in front of you and Sarah, and a typical two eggs, toast, and bacon meal is laid in front of Joel, the conversation slows. After taking a sip of water, Joel faces Sarah, sharing one quick glance with you.

“So, mija, do you remember last summer when you were telling me about those classmates of yours that were boyfriend and girlfriend and they spent recess together?”

“Yeah, Luke and Katie. They are not boyfriend girlfriend anymore,” she says with an exasperated sigh, taking another bite of her waffle.

“Well, that’s too bad…Anyways, Bug, d’you remember what you told me when Posey was moving away? Like what you told me I should ask her?” You forgo your breakfast for a moment, sipping your water and darting your eyes between Joel and Sarah. She seems perplexed for a minute, tapping her chin as she thinks back in her young memory.

“I think I remember, Daddy. Why?”

Joel adjusts in his seat, clearing his throat — he’s never had to have this type of conversation with Sarah. Every woman he dated before had never gotten to this point, and after over two years of this back and forth with you, over a year of being head over heels for you, he knows it’s appropriate and that it’s time and that this is going to last until the end. If everything goes, well, how he is hoping it will go, this will be the only time he has to have a conversation like this with Sarah.

If only he knew how you were just as nervous, clammy hands gripping your condensation-covered plastic cup tighter and looking over at Sarah. Sure, she loves you, but that is as her nanny. As a family friend. Would she change her opinion if you were dating her dad? Your mind told you that you couldn’t be sure despite the way your heart was yelling at you to tell you that it would be all fine.

“I was askin’ you all this 'cause I have a big question I wanted to ask you. It’s okay to be honest, princess, I want you to know you can say whatever it is you feel, yeah?” Sarah nods in confirmation, encouraging Joel to continue, “What would you think about Posey being my girlfriend?”

“Is she your girlfriend, Daddy?” Her head whips to the side, curls bouncing as a grin grows on her face, “Are you Daddy’s girlfriend?”

The younger Miller volleys her gaze between you and Joel, eyes widened with her brows raised as she sits up eagerly. You make eye contact with Joel, nodding to him with a gentle smile.

“Yeah, mija, Posey’s my girlfriend now. Can you believe she said yes to your silly dad?” He teases and can’t help but laugh along with her as she giggles excitedly, the infectiousness of it bringing out a laugh from you.

“I’m so excited! Wait, so that means Posey is gonna be hanging out with you lots of times? And she’ll be at our house and can play with me?” Her tiny arms wrap around your bicep closest to her, leaning into your side. You drop your head onto hers and both of you look over at Joel.

“As much as Posey wants to come over, we’d be happy to have her, right Bug?” He smiles sweetly at you, holding your eyes for a lingering moment before Sarah pipes up again.

“Well, you can’t take up all the time Posey is over, Daddy, ‘cause I want to hang out with her, too.” Her arms tighten possessively and you chuckle, shaking your head.

“No need to worry about that, sweet pea,” acting as if you’re sharing a secret with her, you lean in, “Don’t tell your dad, but I think we’ll hang out the most.”

Sarah giggles at your joke, leaning back in the booth and letting go of your arm. Joel’s daughter starts to list everything she wants to do this summer, now with you instead of only her dad, and you look up to face Joel for a moment. He shrugs and smiles at you, reaching over and stealing a bite of your waffle. At your gasp, he chuckles and grins smugly, chewing the swiped sweet.

“Hey, Daddy, that’s not very polite,” Sarah reprimands, turning back to her food.

“I was makin’ sure it wasn’t poisoned, mija, just like I’m going to make sure yours isn’t too,” he takes the same from her plate, and in retaliation, you reach over and grab a piece of bacon, splitting it in half and giving one to Sarah.

“Hey! I don’t have that much bacon, y’all have massive waffles.”

“Sharing is caring. That’s what you always say to me, Daddy.”

“Yeah, J, sharing is caring. Can’t give the lesson if you can’t follow it.” You playfully stick your tongue out and Sarah imitates it, too. Joel sighs and shakes his head, leaning back in the booth.

“Is the two of you teaming up on me gonna be a thing now?”

“Yeah,” you answer at the same time as Sarah, the three of you laughing with each other.

It was bold to come to a HomeGoods on a Sunday, all of the aisles packed with people browsing on this relaxing weekend, stowing away in the air conditioning before venturing to the other stores in the commons. Sarah grips your hand, poking around the shelves while Joel stands behind you, a hand on your waist to keep you close.

The aisle filled with sheet sets is finally discovered by the three of you, excusing yourselves to the center of the aisle past a few fellow shoppers, looking up and down before facing Joel.

“Alright, your choice. Anything but plain ol’ navy, please.”

Joel’s eyes follow the same path that yours had, combing over the options before shrugging and staring down at you again.

“You choose for me.”

“Okay, that is not the point, it is still your room and your house.”

“I made choices for your room for you, sweetheart, you choose for me now,” his timbre rings in your ears as he presses his lips into the side of your head, fingertips rubbing circles in your lower back. Sarah wanders off down the aisle and Joel calls out a warning to stay where he can see her, waiting for you as you peruse the options. After some consideration, you select a thin pinstriped set and a plain white one, holding the sets against your chest.

“What d’ya think of these? Like either of ‘em?” Joel checks them out, shrugging and smiling.

“Both look great to me. You wanna look at anything else, mi amor?” He leads you out of the aisle, taking the sets and holding them under his arm. Pursuing the store, the three of you weave around aisles, checking out some other things. Sarah excitedly runs ahead to explore the kids’ section, drawn in by glitter, sequins, and bright colors. Joel takes your hand with his open one, nodding to some furniture on display.

“D’you like any of that?” You hum, turning your attention to him when you hear his question, following his gaze to the mix of pieces. Shrugging, you squeeze his hand and grab his bicep with your opposite one.

“The chair’s nice. Personally, I prefer my handcrafted, artisan bookshelf though.”

Joel scoffs and laughs a bit at your descriptors, “M’glad to hear that, the amount of splinters I got for that thing was brutal.”

“There’s literally blood, sweat, and tears put into it then,” you tease, continuing to scan over the goods, “None of this compares to a Joel Miller original.”

“I mean, thank you, sweetheart, but I do want you to feel at home with us. I’d get whatever you liked—well, maybe not something I could make 'cause it’s less expensive for me to just do it, but I want you to have a hand in our home. Make it as much of your space as it is ours.”

“I do feel at home with you both cause it’s the two of you. I mean, I didn’t really feel completely at home until I was at your place. The drawing from Sarah and Flopsy and the fact that you built my studio for me made me feel so much more comfortable, but it was like something really settled when I saw you.” 

“Y’know, I like having little reminders of you every day, darlin’. Bedsheets, stolen bites of waffle, the stuffed animals on Sarah’s bed, my watch from you,” he lifts his left wrist to show off the round face with the army green band, kissing your cheek, “And I want whatever you are willing to give me, even if it is just those tiny moments. I would be content with that for the summer; no matter where you decide to end up, I’d cherish all the small things with you.”

Looking up at him, you give his hand a gentle squeeze, “Think we both know what I’m gonna decide, J.”

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[jukti-torko-golpo]

A Moment with the Mothers :

Hiranyavarna

It has always seemed that I am not built for the corporate life. I sit in the office shivering in the cold air conditioned room. The air seems so synthetic. I can see the sky from the large windows, the brilliant clouds painting the sky with so many colours, the birds....I feel trapped. The screen burns my eyes, the fear of failing eats me up. I have dreams to lead a creative life with the love of my life. The corporate life is a stepping stone for that dream life some day. The fear of the dream shattering keeps pulling me down with mind-numbing anxiety. I want to run away...far far away.

I return home, exhausted, after a day in the office. My bag is heavy, hair plastered on my forehead, I feel some deep sadness in my heart, a longing for my freedom. I sit on the bed crying. I know I have privileges but I cannot help feeling how I am feeling.

A soft scent of incense wafts into the room. There is a warm golden glow behind the door. I wipe my tears and open it. I walk into a cozy little hut. I am greeted by a man with a beak-like nose and a familiarity that I cannot explain. It feels like we have been siblings for so long.

'Kire? Etokkhone eli?' (1) He asked me. 'Meye elo naki?' (2) A voice sweeter than honey called out from another room. A woman walked out wiping her hands on the anchol (3) of her saree. A golden glow emanated from her fair skin. She had a heart shaped face radiant like a comforting winter sun. Her lips were the colour of fresh rose petals. She was dressed in a soft pink taant saree with intricate golden borders. Delicate gold jewelleries adorned her body. It seemed as though she was the one for whom solah shringar was made. Her alta stained feet looked like fresh buds of lotus. Her anklets chimed with every steps sending waves of joy each time.

She looked at me and smiled the warmest smile. Her eyes beheld me with the love of a mother who is looking at her child tucked into bed happily and peacefully. 'Hyan re bhaat bere rekhechhi toh...chol...khabi na naki?' (4) She held my hand and led to me to the other room where she had prepared somefood for me. Khichudi and bhaja. It tasted like the first time I had tasted puja bhog. I could not help my tears. I finished every bit of food on that plate. She stood up and walked up to me.

She held me close to her, occasionally wiping my tears. I cried my heart out. She then took me to a bedroom dimly lit only with her glow. 'Ne ghumiye por toh shona meyer moto,' (5) she said smilingly. I laid down and she sat beside me stroking my head. I shift my position to lay my head on her lap. She lets out a loving giggle. There is such a beautiful sense of peace. This is where I belong.

As if hearing my thoughts, she tells me this is where I actually do belong. This is where I can return to anytime. It is not silly to have dreams. It is not silly to be scared of that dream shattering. But we must carry one. She resides in that dream which leads to a happy honest life. Money is not something that should govern life. But it is a blessing from her that lets our spirituality and principles govern our lives efficiently. We often face a bumpy stretch of road. But we must not give up. She is there holding our hands and waiting with food after a tiring time. Vairagya is not everything that fulfills a person. Sometimes the smiling faces of our loved ones are the biggest peace before we attain moksha. In fact it is a stepping stone for the same. We must seek out simple joys and comforts which leaves our hearts feeling warm. Only then can we strive for knowledge and wealth. The perilous road is unavoidable but stopping for a while to look at a pretty wildflower does not deters from our path. In fact it fills us with more motivation and bhakti. Life should be a balance of gyan, samsaar and adhyatma.

I clutch the corner of her anchol tightly. She laughs ever so sweetly and plants a loving kiss on the top of my head. The golden glow fades and I wake up clutching my pillow. My mother is calling me for dinner. My room smells of incense and there is a pink cotton thread on my pillow.

(1) - You came so late? (2) - Is daughter home? (3) - pallu of a saree (4) - I have laid the table for you to eat...won't you eat? (5) - Go to sleep like a good girl. ( Shona literally translates to gold and is a term of endearment )

[studentbyday]

src: study with me by SARE

D-47 DAYS TO FREEDOM

sigh. towards the end of the height of autumn, i start craving for winter bc that means the sooner i am to no-school days but then winter comes and then i'm like WHERE DID THE TIME GO. i am not looking forward to that feeling.

learning:

review lipoproteins ✅

finish biochem module review activities ✅

finish biochem hw ✅ (still gotta chk + send)

finish section 1/2 of mol bio ✅ (i have 4 slides left)

work on biochem term paper (ngh so hard not to procrastinate on this one...but i gotta get the first draft in by early next week so i gotta start nowww 😣😣) ✅ (rewrote the introduction bc apparently intros for papers need a looooot of detail)

finished 1/3 psyc ch from last week ✅

self-care:

physio exercises ✅

🎶 white christmas - bing crosby

[suratfabrics]

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[just-plenty-of-prompts]

Hi, sorry, I really love your writing! You're very descriptive. Could you maybe do a character creation? I'd love to see what a character from you looks like.

say hello to character yellow, this is one I made a while back, I plan on making a character themed by each color, though my PC is busted and I'm waiting to fix it before I'd go on.

I hope you like her~

She enjoys watching leaves fall from a tree, she smiles when she hears kids laugh, she closes her eyes and hums softly when the music reaches her ears. With an eye for art and a love for nature Xania Sared is a happy soul

“Do you know what the word apricity means? It's a word that represents the warmth of the sun during winter, it’s my favorite word because it reminds me that even during the coldest winters, the sun is still there. It might be hard to feel but it’s not gone, just wait and the blessed heat will be back on your skin,”

Name: Xania Sared

Nickname: Nia.

Nia was a character in a popular children's show when Xania was young, it featured a teen who explored the world, and saved countless people through her travels, the teen was confident and cheerful. Xania’s friends always teased her about being similar to the character and started calling her by the last half of her name, due to it being the same as the character's first name.

Character Alignment: Lawful good, Xania is a good person by heart and was raised to hold the law in high regard, she’s not the type to break them for any reason and has a lot of faith in authority figures.

Eye color: A striking rich brown that shines hazel when it reflects light.

Body/build: Due to Xiania’s active lifestyle, she has a rather slim build with simple muscle mass, nothing over the top, and no abs but she looks fit and in good health.

Height: 163 cm Skin: Pale peach, she’s no snow-white but she burns pretty badly.

Face Features: She has an oval-shaped face, with high cheekbones and a small scattering of freckles.

Hair color: Brown Hair description: Her hair is rather long, this is due to the fact that all the woman in her family always grow their hair out until it hits their bum, it’s tradition. She keeps it tied in twin buns, you will scarcely see her with it loose. She loves her hair, but it’s a pain to wash and take good care of. It’s also really soft.

Resemblance: Xania is often mistaken for her father's sister, her parents had her rather early and she looks like a female version of him! Most tend to be shocked when they find out that she’s his daughter and not his sister.

Health: Xania is in great health! She does have a bee allergy and a cat one, which sucks because she loves cats. She hates bee’s though; those things are devils!

Clothes: She has a very colorful and artsy style, often seeming slightly vintage

Bedroom: Her room is a mess! A very organized mess, no seriously she knows there’s a paper clip on the floor by the corner of her desk that has been lying there for a week. She knows. There are some art things in there, plenty of posters, a bed, and eh things? Ohhh she has plants too! Can't forget those.

Mannerism: Xania swings her arms and pushes herself onto her tippy toes before sinking back down to stand normally, a habit she picked up as a kid whenever she felt awkward, if you catch her eye when she does this, she’ll smile rather stiffly and look away. She hops when excited or bored, it’s a more fast passed hop with a bright expression when excited and a slower hopping from place to place while repeating ‘hop, hop, hoppy’ to herself when bored, she does it to amuse herself. She'll fluster and stop with an awkward laugh if she catches you staring while she does it. She blinks repeatedly when she can’t understand what someone is saying.

Education: She was/is really terrible at school, she just can’t concentrate, there are so many more interesting things to see! She'll often forget she has homework and just does some art instead. She doodles in her books a lot.

Personality traits: Chipper, Hyper, Kind, Lazy, stubborn, stingy.

Fears: Desk jobs, no seriously how boring must it be? Xania doesn’t really have much or any fears.

Coping Mechanism: Crying, she cries when she’s angry, she cries when she’s sad, she cries when she’s happy. She cries a lot. It helps her release her pent-up emotions. She draws or paints to force out her emotions.

Family: Her parents are rather young, with her having been an accident when her mom was sixteen, they stuck together though. She has a great relationship with both, her father paints with her and he teases her about getting a grandkid often. Her mom loves to bake, and she has Xania taste test the food. She has plenty of extended family that she sees often, her entire family is very close with family dinners and weekends being spent together. They play boards games after dinner or watch movies together every night. Dinner is eaten around a table together and the chatter is always positive and relaxed. She has a little brother Jureth, he’s a studious little thing and she’s pretty sure he can kick her ass in school work even though he was like six years younger. She teased him a lot and often re-decorated his room, they pranked each other a lot, he gift-wrapped everything in her bedroom once, Xania was pretty sure her dad helped with that one, but she had no proof.

Optimistic or pessimistic: Optimistic, she could be falling to her death from the Eiffel tower and still be ‘I could totally land this and survive’ this girl does not know when to give up.

What would she change about herself? Her voice, she sounds like a wailing banshee when she sings.

Self-esteem: Xania has been called beautiful by well most people her entire life, she wasn’t striking but she was pretty, her self-esteem is rather high, she has a lot of confidence in herself due to her family’s constant support.

Hobbies: Listening to music, painting, bike riding, hiking, rollerblading, poster collecting, pranking, sleeping

Who are their important people: Her family, Xania’s most important people will always be her family.

What is their relationship with food? She savors every bite, Xania loves food and treats herself to new exotic things frequently. The way to her heart really is through her stomach.

How are they with Money? Saving? I'm sorry what’s that? She can’t keep money, the second she sees something artsy or yummy her money is gone.

Emotional or logical? Emotional, overly so, she won’t think through her responses until it's far too late, she gets riled up easily and her anger can distract her a lot. She holds a mean grudge.

What is their voice like? Her voice is chipper but a bit on the deeper side of the range, it’s not train whistle high but well it’s nice.

How do they talk? In fast-paced long sentences when excited or happy, her voice is bright and filled with emotion, she laughs a lot and makes excited or shocked exclamations rather often.

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The Ultimate Guide to Choosing the Perfect Cocktail Saree

Cocktail sarees blend traditional elegance with a modern twist, making them the go-to choice for festive and formal occasions. This guide delves into everything from selecting the right fabric and style to maintaining your saree, ensuring you look your absolute best at every event.

Exploring the Elegance of Cocktail Sarees

Cocktail sarees are more than just attire; they are a statement of personal style and cultural identity. Ideal for weddings, parties, and high-profile gatherings, these sarees often feature intricate designs, luxurious fabrics, and vibrant colors. Understanding what makes a cocktail

saree stand out will help you make informed choices for your next big event.

What Defines a Cocktail Saree?

Cocktail sarees are characterized by their sophisticated design and the ability to strike a perfect balance between glamour and tradition. They are typically crafted from high-quality materials like silk or velvet and may include embellishments such as embroidery, sequins, or beadwork to enhance their allure.

TopFabrics for Cocktail Sarees

Silk Sarees for Weddings

Silk sarees are synonymous with weddings due to their luxurious sheen and elegant drape. A silk cocktail saree, often chosen for its durability and timeless appeal, can make any bride feel like a queen on her special day.

Velvet Sarees: A Touch of Luxury

Velvet, with its rich texture and deep hues, is perfect for evening events. A velvet cocktail saree not only adds a touch of luxury but also keeps the wearer comfortably warm during cooler months, making it a practical choice for winter weddings. 

How to Style Your Cocktail Saree for AnyEvent

The versatility of the cocktail saree makes it suitable for various events, but knowing how to style it can enhance your look dramatically.

Styling

Tips for Wedding Sarees

For weddings, choose a saree with golden or silver motifs to add a festive touch. Pair it with traditional jewelry like Kundan or Polki to complete the look.

AccessorizingParty Sarees

When dressing for a party, opt for a lighter cocktail saree with less embroidery. Accessorize with a stylish clutch and statement earrings to keep the look chic and not overly formal.

Latest Trends in Cocktail and Party Sarees

Fashion evolves, and so do the styles of cocktail sarees. From sarees that feature contemporary prints to those that incorporate Western elements like gown-inspired drapes, staying updated on the latest trends is key. 

The Riseof Modern Designs in Traditional Attire

Modern cocktail sarees often include unconventional colors, patterns, and materials. These innovations make the saree more accessible to a younger audience and suitable for a variety of occasions beyond traditional settings.

FusionSarees: Blending Cultures and Fashion

Fusion sarees combine elements from different cultural garments, offering a unique and modern take that stands out at any event. This blend is especially popular among the younger demographic looking to honor their heritage while embracing modern fashion trends.

Choosing the Right Saree for Your Body Type

Selecting a saree that flatters your body type is crucial. Whether you're tall, petite, curvy, or slim, understanding how different styles and fabrics can accentuate your best features will make you feel more confident and comfortable.

TailoringYour Saree to Flaunt Your Best Features

Custom tailoring your saree can significantly enhance its fit and appearance. Opt for a blouse that complements your body shape and a saree drape that highlights your best features, whether it's your waist, bust, or shoulders.

Care and Maintenance of High-End Sarees

Maintaining the beauty of your cocktail saree involves proper care, especially when it comes to delicate materials like silk and velvet.

Preserving the Beauty of Silk and Velvet Sarees

Always dry-clean silk and velvet sarees to preserve their texture and color. Store them in a cool, dry place and avoid folding them too tightly to prevent creases.

Where to Buy the Best Cocktail Sarees Online

Online shopping for cocktail sarees offers convenience and a wider selection. Look for reputable retailers who provide detailed product descriptions, high-quality images, and customer reviews to ensure you get the best value for your money.

Trusted Online Stores for Wedding and Party Sarees

Some popular online stores for high-quality cocktail sarees include Sareez.com, Utsav Fashion,

and Mirraw. These sites offer a range of options from traditional to modern

designs, catering to all tastes and budgets.

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How to Style Summer Wedding Sarees: Guide to Choose the Right Fabric

Oh, my Gawd, you are getting married in the Summers of the Indian continent - that will be a killer. With the scorching heat pouring down the sun showers right overhead, we know that the summer wedding dates are also very auspicious, as per Hindu mythology. Moreover, the vegetables to an abundant supply of meat all occur in the Summer, which is very different from the winter weddings - but think of the bride, those heavy ornaments, and the traditional heavy work banarasi - she won't be a showstopper but rather a sweat missile!When deciding on a saree for a summer wedding, where do you even begin? The last thing you'd want to wear on a hot July afternoon is dark hues and luxurious fabrics like silk or velvet.So, let us see what are those fabrics we can choose - Revive the Tissue BanarasiThe tissue is definitively sheer, suave, and soothing! Pick a tissue georgette saree in hues of the early morning sky with gold butis for a stunning addition to your summer wedding wardrobe, or own a Tissue Banarasi silk saree in sunset hues with a floral jaal and an elaborate pallu to make a striking splash at the wedding ceremony.Tissue Silk Collection

Choose Lightweight Fabrics: Lightweight fabrics are your best friend when it comes to summer weddings. Choose materials which allow air to circulate, such as organza, georgette, and chiffon, to stay cool even in the intense heat. These materials drape elegantly and are ideal for romantic, ethereal looks.

Choose Vibrant Colors and Prints: Summertime is all about showcasing colorful designs and fresh patterns. Different from common color schemes and try out stunning tones like sunshine yellow, coral, and turquoise. Your saree combination gets a contemporary touch with floral prints, tropical motifs, and geometric patterns that let you stand out from the crowd.

Styling summer wedding sarees is all about achieving the right mix between elegance and comfort. Choose lightweight materials, lively colors, and minimal decorations to create a magnificent appearance that is both elegant and practical for the summer weather. Experiment with draping designs, integrate sheer features, and remember to consider practicality to ensure you look and feel your best on your wedding day. With these professional recommendations, you'll turn heads and make a statement at any summer wedding celebration.

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Discover the Comfort and Style of Cotton Salwar Materials

Everyday ethnic clothing needs to be comfortable, but compromising on style? That’s not an option, particularly for Indian women who value both comfort and taste in their daily outfits. When it comes to everyday comfort, one cannot overlook the importance of a classic must-have clothing fabric: cotton salwar materials. 

You might be wondering why cotton? Because cotton is the best material to wear on an everyday basis. Its texture, breathable quality, and versatility make it the perfect go-to choice. 

Let's talk about the various kinds of cotton fabrics and their different characteristics. There's handloom cotton, which is simple and plain, and then there's block-printed cotton, which comes with different types of patterns. Each type of cotton goes well with different styles and what people like. 

Understanding the Different Types of Cotton Fabrics 

Cotton, known for its breathability, soft texture, and versatile quality has become an everyday essential in all Indian households. When it comes to cotton salwar materials, understanding the different types of cotton fabrics can help you choose better based on your comfort and preferences. 

Let's discuss the three main categories of cotton: lightweight, medium-weight, and medium to heavy-weight cotton fabrics. 

Lightweight Cotton Fabrics 

Perfect for warm weather and casual loungewear, lightweight cotton fabrics possess the most breathability and comfort. For cotton, fabrics like voile and lawn are popular choices, while silk cotton materials combine the softness of cotton with the classy shine of silk. 

Voile has a transparent, breezy feel that makes it ideal for creating salwars and salwar suits. This makes it a favorite summer must-have in India. Lawn fabric, known for its crisp and smooth finish, provides a glossy look while guaranteeing comfort for throughout the day. Batiste, another lightweight cotton fabric, offers a soft and gentle feel, making it a good choice for creating elegant salwar kameez sets. 

Medium Weight Cotton Fabrics 

Medium weight cotton textiles are adaptable for multiple occasions and festivities because they maintain a balance between the breathable quality and the additional weight of the fabric. This category includes textiles including twill, poplin, and chambray. 

Poplin fabric is tightly woven, so it's strong and feels smooth on the skin. It’s used for both casual and fancy salwar materials. 

Chambray looks like denim but it's lighter. It gives a laid-back but stylish vibe to salwar sets. Twill cotton, known for its diagonal rib pattern, provides structure, making it perfect for tailored salwar sets. 

Medium to Heavy-Weight Cotton Fabrics 

For cooler climates or occasions that require a more substantial fabric, medium to heavy-weight cotton fabrics are the go-to pick. Fabrics such as denim, canvas, and corduroy come under this category. 

While denim is commonly known for its rugged quality, it also offers versatility in creating chic salwars. Canvas’s durability, adds a functional feel to cotton salwar materials, perfect for adding a touch of functionality to your outfits. Corduroy, with its ribbed texture, adds a cozy element to salwars, making them ideal as winter wear. 

Shivane’s Boutique: Your Go-To for Sarees & Material Collections 

If you're in search of beautiful pure handloom silk sarees, ready-made kurtis, or fabric collections, Shivane’s Boutique is the perfect place for you. We know that shopping is not just an activity; it's an experience. That's why we are dedicated to curating only the finest sarees and materials, ensuring that every customer’s visit is nothing short of extraordinary. 

At Shivane’s Boutique, we pride ourselves on offering a diverse selection that caters to every taste and celebration. From the timeless handloom silk sarees to the exclusive material collections, our collection embodies sophistication and tradition. Whether you're dressing up for a special occasion, dressing for daily wear, or seeking the perfect gift such as tussar silk materials, our curated selection promises to fulfill your expectations. 

Shivane’s Boutique sets the standard for excellence with their commitment to customer satisfaction, in silk sarees and other clothing products.

For more: Discover the Comfort and Style of Cotton Salwar Materials

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Unlocking Kashmir Box: A Haven of Exquisite Treasures

Nestled amidst the breathtaking Himalayan landscapes lies a treasure trove of culture, heritage, and craftsmanship – welcome to Kashmir Box. Embark on a journey through the rich tapestry of Kashmiri tradition, where every product narrates a story of skill, passion, and timeless elegance.

Exploring the Essence of Kashmiri Fashion

Draped in Elegance: Kashmiri Pheran and Kaftan Tops

Embrace the epitome of Kashmiri fashion with the iconic Pheran and Kaftan tops. Crafted with meticulous attention to detail, these garments seamlessly blend tradition with modernity. The Kashmiri Pheran, with its intricate embroidery and cozy warmth, captures the essence of Kashmiri winters, while the Kaftan tops exude grace and sophistication, perfect for any occasion.

Elegance Personified: Embroidered Silk Suits and Sarees

Indulge in the allure of Kashmiri embroidered silk suits and embroidered sarees. Each piece is a masterpiece, adorned with intricate threadwork and embellishments that reflect the heritage of Kashmiri craftsmanship. From vibrant hues to delicate motifs, these ensembles are a testament to the timeless beauty of Kashmiri culture.

Savoring the Flavors of Kashmir

Enchanting Aromas: Kashmiri Kahwa

Transport your senses to the serene valleys of Kashmir with every sip of our authentic Kashmiri Kahwa. A blend of green tea, saffron, cardamom, and cinnamon, this aromatic concoction is a celebration of flavors. Whether enjoyed hot on a chilly evening or chilled on a sunny day, Kashmiri Kahwa is a delightful indulgence for tea enthusiasts worldwide.

Pure Bliss: Shilajit and Original Honey

Discover the secrets of wellness with our premium selection of Shilajit and Original Honey sourced from the pristine landscapes of Kashmir. Known for their rejuvenating properties, Shilajit and Original Honey are nature's gifts, cherished for their numerous health benefits. From boosting immunity to enhancing vitality, experience the purity and potency of these natural wonders.

Nourishing the Body and Soul

Divine Delights: Kashmiri Dry Fruits

Treat yourself to the exquisite taste of Kashmiri dry fruits, handpicked from the orchards of the Himalayas. From crunchy almonds to luscious walnuts, each bite is a symphony of flavors and nutrients. Packed with essential vitamins and antioxidants, Kashmiri dry fruits are not just a culinary delight but also a wholesome snack for a healthy lifestyle.

Golden Elixir: Kashmiri Saffron

Indulge in the luxury of Kashmiri saffron, renowned for its unmatched quality and flavor. Harvested by skilled artisans amidst the saffron fields of Pampore, Kashmiri saffron is prized for its vibrant color and distinctive aroma. Whether used in culinary creations or as a natural remedy, Kashmiri saffron adds a touch of opulence to every dish and ritual.

Embracing Tradition with Embroidered Kurtis

Timeless Elegance: Embroidered Kurtis

Inspired by the rich legacy of Kashmiri craftsmanship, our gorgeous line of embroidered kurtis will elevate your everyday look. These kurtis, with their elaborate designs and vivid colors, combine traditional and modern styles. Make a statement with our embroidered kurtis that capture the spirit of Kashmiri culture, whether you're dressing up or down.

Crafting Memories: The Artisan's Touch

The expert hands of Kashmiri artisans, who have perfected their trade over generations, are the source of every product at Kashmir Box. Each product is given life by their commitment and skill, which preserve traditional methods while adding a modern twist. Every little detail, from the fine threads on a saree to the elaborate embroidery on a Pheran, reveals the skill and dedication of these expert artisans.

A Taste of Tradition: Culinary Delights

Rich flavors and fragrant spices characterize Kashmiri food, which Kashmir Box delivers right to your door. Every taste is a trip across Kashmir's culinary landscape, whether you're relishing the coziness of Kahwa or delighting in the richness of saffron-infused treats. Additionally, you're supporting sustainable methods and local people in addition to enjoying the taste of Kashmir with each jar of original honey and packet of hand-picked dry fruits.

Wellness from the Himalayas: Natural Remedies

Kashmir Box offers a variety of natural medicines obtained from the pristine landscapes of the Himalayas, in addition to culinary delights. These goods, which range from the mineral-rich Shilajit to the golden elixir of Kashmiri saffron, are more than just ingredients; they are representations of life and wellbeing. Kashmir Box offers an entrance to the restorative properties of nature, whether your goal is to improve your general health or your immunity.

Fashion with a Purpose: Empowering Artisans

Beyond the seduction of embroidered kurtis and silk jackets, every purchase made from Kashmir Box helps to assist Kashmiri artisans. Through our advocacy of fair trade policies and sustainable livelihoods, we guarantee the continued prosperity of the handicraft legacy for future generations. Wearing a Kashmiri Pheran or a handcrafted saree, therefore, is more than just a style choice; it's a way of changing the world.

Conclusion: Unveiling the Charms of Kashmir Box

In the heart of Kashmir, amidst the majestic mountains and serene valleys, lies a treasure trove of exquisite treasures – Kashmir Box. From traditional attire to culinary delights, every product encapsulates the essence of Kashmiri heritage and craftsmanship. Embark on a journey of discovery and immerse yourself in the timeless beauty of Kashmir with Kashmir Box.

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Unveiling the Elegance: Chikan Kurti for Women

In the realm of fashion, where trends come and go, there's a timeless elegance that resides in the intricate craftsmanship of Chikan Kurtis for Women. Rooted in the rich cultural heritage of India, the artistry of Lakhnavi Chikankari Kurtis transcends mere garments, embodying tradition, grace, and sophistication.

The Legacy of Chikankari

Chikankari, an age-old embroidery technique originating from the city of Lucknow in Uttar Pradesh, India, is a labor-intensive craft that has been passed down through generations. Its origins can be traced back to the Mughal era, where it flourished under royal patronage, adorning the attire of nobility with its exquisite embellishments.

The Craftsmanship Behind Lakhnavi Chikankari Kurtis

Each Lakhnavi Chikankari Kurti is a testament to the meticulous skill and artistry of the craftsmen who breathe life into every stitch. Traditionally done by hand, Chikankari involves intricate embroidery work using white cotton threads on fine, lightweight fabrics such as muslin, cotton, or georgette. The motifs, ranging from floral to geometric patterns, are delicately embroidered onto the fabric, creating a symphony of textures and designs.

Timeless Elegance Meets Contemporary Fashion

While rooted in tradition, Chikan Kurtis have seamlessly transitioned into contemporary fashion, becoming a staple in every woman's wardrobe. The versatility of Chikan Kurtis allows them to be dressed up or down, making them suitable for various occasions, from casual outings to formal events.

The Allure of Chikan Kurtis for Women

What sets Chikan Kurtis apart is not just their aesthetic appeal but also their comfort and breathability, making them ideal for the tropical climate of India. Whether it's the sweltering heat of summer or the cool breeze of winter, a Chikan Kurti offers unparalleled comfort without compromising on style.

Versatility Personified

One of the defining characteristics of Chikan Kurtis is their versatility. They can be paired effortlessly with jeans, leggings, palazzos, or even sarees, allowing for endless styling possibilities. Whether you're heading to the office, attending a festive celebration, or simply running errands, a Chikan Kurti effortlessly elevates your look with its timeless charm.

Embracing Sustainable Fashion

In an era where sustainability is paramount, Lakhnavi Chikankari Kurtis stand as a beacon of eco-friendly fashion. Handcrafted using age-old techniques, they promote ethical practices and support local artisans, ensuring the preservation of this cultural heritage for generations to come.

Conclusion

In a world where fashion trends fade as quickly as they emerge, Chikan Kurtis for women stand as a timeless symbol of elegance, grace, and tradition. With their intricate craftsmanship, versatility, and sustainable ethos, they continue to captivate fashion enthusiasts around the globe, transcending borders and cultures.

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The Perfect Fusion of Tradition and Comfort: Embrace Elegance with Khadi Cotton Sarees

In the kaleidoscope of sarees, where each drape tells a story of tradition and grace, the Khadi Cotton Saree emerges as a timeless emblem of elegance and comfort. TaureanTrend proudly presents a collection that celebrates the marriage of tradition and modernity, where every thread weaves a tale of heritage and every fold exudes sophistication. Let’s delve into the world of Khadi Cotton Sarees and discover why owning one is not just a fashion choice but a celebration of timeless style and cultural heritage.

Embracing Tradition, Redefining Fashion

Khadi, with its roots deeply embedded in India’s rich heritage, represents more than just a fabric — it’s a symbol of resilience, self-sufficiency, and cultural identity. The Khadi Cotton Saree embodies the essence of tradition, crafted with love and dedication by skilled artisans using age-old weaving techniques. Each saree is a testament to the timeless appeal of handwoven textiles, bridging the gap between the past and the present. When you choose to buy a Khadi Cotton Saree, you’re not just adding to your wardrobe; you’re embracing a legacy of craftsmanship and cultural heritage.

Comfort Redefined, Style Elevated

What sets Khadi Cotton Sarees apart is their unmatched comfort and versatility. The lightweight nature of khadi cotton ensures that these sarees drape beautifully, allowing for effortless movement and grace. Whether you’re attending a formal event or a casual gathering, a Khadi Cotton Saree ensures you look and feel your best. The breathable fabric keeps you cool in summer and warm in winter, making it an ideal choice for all seasons. With a Khadi Cotton Saree, comfort and style go hand in hand, making every moment a memorable one.

Timeless Elegance, Enduring Charm

In a world of fleeting fashion trends, Khadi Cotton Sarees stand as timeless classics that never go out of style. Their understated elegance and simplicity make them a wardrobe essential for every discerning woman. Whether it’s a traditional occasion or a modern event, a Khadi Cotton Saree ensures you stand out with grace and poise. It’s not just about following fashion trends; it’s about setting your own standards of elegance and sophistication.

Sustainable Fashion Choice, Ethical Consciousness

At TaureanTrend, we believe in fashion with a conscience. That’s why our Khadi Cotton Sarees are crafted using sustainable practices and eco-friendly materials. From ethically sourced cotton to environmentally responsible production processes, we ensure that every saree is a reflection of our commitment to the planet. By choosing to buy a Khadi Cotton Saree from TaureanTrend, you’re not just adding to your wardrobe; you’re making a statement in support of sustainable fashion.

Warli Art Infusion, Cultural Fusion

Many of our Khadi Cotton Sarees feature intricate Warli art prints, adding a touch of cultural heritage to your ensemble. Warli art, with its tribal origins, brings a sense of rustic charm and authenticity to each saree, making it a true work of art. When you wear a Khadi Cotton Saree from TaureanTrend, you’re not just wearing clothing; you’re wearing a piece of history and culture.

Conclusion: Elevate Your Style, Embrace Tradition

To buy a Khadi Cotton Saree is to make a statement — a statement of style, of culture, and of conscience. It’s a decision to embrace tradition while celebrating individuality, to redefine fashion while preserving heritage. At TaureanTrend, we invite you to experience the magic of Khadi Cotton Sarees and elevate your style to new heights. With their timeless appeal and enduring charm, these sarees are more than just garments; they’re a celebration of elegance, comfort, and cultural heritage. Choose tradition, choose sustainability, choose a Khadi Cotton Saree from TaureanTrend.

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Experience Luxury and Comfort: Buy Cotton Cloth Online with Ease!

In the realm of fashion, comfort and luxury often seem like distant relatives, with one sacrificing for the other. However, in recent times, there has been a notable shift towards embracing both elements simultaneously, and cotton cloth emerges as the perfect embodiment of this fusion. With the convenience of online shopping, finding luxurious cotton fabrics that offer unparalleled comfort has never been easier. At Saheli Ethnic Indian Wear, we take pride in offering a diverse range of premium cotton cloth options that promise to elevate your wardrobe while ensuring maximum comfort.

The Allure of Cotton Cloth

Cotton has been cherished for centuries for its softness, breathability, and versatility. Its natural fibers make it ideal for various climates, keeping you cool in the summer and providing warmth in the winter. Additionally, cotton is renowned for its hypoallergenic properties, making it suitable for even the most sensitive skin types. Whether you're lounging at home, running errands, or attending a formal event, cotton cloth ensures that you look and feel your best throughout the day.

Exploring Saheli Ethnic Indian Wear

At Saheli Ethnic Indian Wear, we understand the timeless appeal of cotton cloth and curate a collection that celebrates its luxurious yet comfortable nature. Our online platform offers a seamless shopping experience, allowing you to browse through a wide array of cotton fabrics from the comfort of your home. From traditional Indian attire to contemporary fusion wear, we cater to diverse tastes and preferences, ensuring that there's something for everyone in our collection.

The Versatility of Cotton Cloth

One of the most appealing aspects of cotton cloth is its versatility. Whether you prefer classic designs or modern silhouettes, cotton can effortlessly adapt to your style preferences. At Saheli Ethnic Indian Wear, we offer cotton fabrics in a myriad of colors, prints, and textures, allowing you to unleash your creativity and express your individuality through your wardrobe choices. Whether you're looking for a breezy cotton saree for a summer soirée or a tailored cotton kurta for a formal occasion, you'll find plenty of options to suit your needs.

Luxury Meets Comfort: The Saheli Experience

When you shop for cotton cloth at Saheli Ethnic Indian Wear, you're not just purchasing fabric; you're investing in an experience. Our commitment to quality craftsmanship and attention to detail ensures that each piece in our collection meets the highest standards of excellence. From the sourcing of premium cotton fibers to the intricacies of weaving and dyeing, we prioritize quality at every step of the production process. As a result, when you drape yourself in a garment made from Saheli's cotton cloth, you experience the perfect blend of luxury and comfort that transcends mere aesthetics.

Making Cotton Cloth Accessible

At Saheli Ethnic Indian Wear, we believe that luxury should be accessible to all. That's why we offer competitive pricing on our cotton cloth collection, making it affordable for everyone to experience the joy of wearing premium fabrics. Furthermore, our user-friendly website and secure payment gateway ensure a hassle-free shopping experience, allowing you to shop with confidence and peace of mind. Whether you're a seasoned fashion enthusiast or a novice exploring the world of cotton couture, Saheli Ethnic Indian Wear welcomes you to embark on a journey of style, comfort, and elegance.

Conclusion

In conclusion, cotton cloth epitomizes the perfect marriage of luxury and comfort, offering a timeless appeal that transcends trends and seasons. At Saheli Ethnic Indian Wear, we invite you to indulge in the sheer pleasure of wearing premium cotton fabrics that elevate your style quotient while cocooning you in unmatched comfort. With our diverse collection, seamless shopping experience, and commitment to quality, we strive to redefine the way you perceive and experience fashion. So why wait? Explore our collection today and treat yourself to the luxury of cotton cloth that's just a click away!

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LAUNDRY & STEAM IRONING SERVICES - Unveiling the Art of Fabric Care at Whiten Dry

Welcome to Whiten Dry, where we redefine the standard for laundry and steam ironing services. Our commitment goes beyond just cleaning clothes; we aim to preserve the quality, colors, and textures of your garments. At Whiten Dry, we understand that each fabric is unique, and our specialized services cater to a variety of clothing needs. Explore the world of impeccable fabric care with us.

Ethnic Wear:

Dive into the rich tapestry of colors and fabrics with our specialized ethnic wear cleaning services. Whether it’s a vibrant saree, an elegant kurta, or intricate traditional attire, we handle each piece with care. Our team is trained to preserve the intricate details and vibrant hues, ensuring that your ethnic wear looks as good as new after every cleaning.

Woolen Dry Cleaning:

Winter calls for cozy woolens, and at Whiten Dry, we ensure that your woolen garments receive the care they deserve. Our woolen dry cleaning services are designed to maintain the softness and warmth of your favorite sweaters, scarves, and blankets, making them ready for the next chilly day.

Sweaters Dry Cleaning:

Say goodbye to stretched-out sleeves and misshapen sweaters. Our sweater dry cleaning services focus on restoring the shape and structure of your knits, leaving you with cozy, well-maintained garments that are perfect for the winter season.

BEST LEATHER DRY CLEANING SERVICES:

Leather requires a special touch, and at Whiten Dry, we take pride in offering the best leather dry cleaning services. Our experts use gentle yet effective methods to clean and condition your leather items, ensuring they stay supple and stylish for years to come.

Long Coat Dry Cleaning:

Long coats make a bold fashion statement, but they also require extra attention when it comes to cleaning. Trust Whiten Dry to handle your long coats with care, providing thorough cleaning without compromising on the integrity of the fabric.

Shawl Dry Cleaning:

Delicate shawls deserve delicate care. Our shawl dry cleaning services are tailored to handle even the most intricate designs and delicate fabrics, leaving your shawls looking as beautiful as the day you bought them.

Jacket Dry Cleaning:

From leather jackets to trendy denim styles, our jacket dry cleaning services cater to a wide range of materials and designs. Trust us to bring new life to your favorite jackets, ensuring they remain a staple in your wardrobe.

Silk Dry Cleaning Services:

Silk is a luxurious fabric that demands special attention. Our silk dry cleaning services are designed to maintain the sheen and softness of your silk garments, making sure you always make a sophisticated entrance.

Conclusion:

At Whiten Dry, we believe that every garment has a story, and we’re here to help you preserve those stories for years to come. Our laundry and steam ironing services are dedicated to providing the utmost care for your clothes. Experience the difference with Whiten Dry — where quality meets expertise.

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Different Types of Beautiful Sangeet Sandhya Lehengas by Chansi Trendz, India’s Top Sangeet Sandhya Lehenga Manufacturer in Surat

If you have come here in search of the top sangeet sandhya lehenga manufacturer in Surat, Gujarat, then well done, you came to the right place. Among all the manufacturers of sangeet sandhya lehengas in Surat, We, Chansi Trendz stand out for our unlimited varieties of exclusive wholesale sangeet sandhya lehengas, competitive and budget-friendly rates and secure online delivery on time. We bet that everyone will cherish your flawless beauty and you will adore your sangeet sandhya moments with our adorable lehenga collection. 

1. Sequinsed Lehenga for An Unbeatable Glam 

Sequinsed lehengas are always the true gem for a gorgeous sangeet sandhya night. These lehengas are cherished a lot by everyone because of their all-over dazzling sequin work. You might remember how Bollywood diva Kiara Advani dazzled her sangeet night in a royal gold sequinsed lehenga. You too can look drop-dead glamorous like her if you try the wholesale sequinsed lehenga from Chansi Trendz. From this best sangeet sandhya lehenga manufacturer in Surat, you can have so many color variations in sequinsed lehengas to choose from.

2. Indo Western Lehenga: Uniqueness at Its Best

Wanna create the most unique and a contemporary sangeet look to keep all in awe? Then go for modern Indo-Western lehenga, offered by Chansi trendz, a renowned online sangeet sandhya lehenga manufacturer in Surat, India 

3. Jacket Style Lehenga for A Cozy Winter Sangeet Night

Jacket style lehengas are the new go-to-option for sangeet evenings in Winter. It comes with a designer lehenga, a blue and an embellished jacket instead of a dupatta. The jacket makes you feel cozy on Winter nights, and at the same time makes you a modern style icon.

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It is your sangeet night and its obvious that you want all the limelights on you. Ruffle lehengas are the ideal option to make you the star of your sangeet party. 

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6. Create A Royal Vibe with Heavy Designer Ethnic Lehenga

7. Wine Lehenga Set for A Breathtaking beauty

8. Make Way for Peplum Lehengaas

9. Velvet Lehenga for A Rich Look and Warm Feeling

10. Lehenga Saree to Bring Back the Ancient Tradition with Modern Twist

11. Be A Disneyland Princess with Layered Lehenga

12. Pastel Vibes to Follow the Latest Trend

13. Recreate the Bollywood Vibe with Bollywood Style Lehengas

14. Royalty at Its Best with Anarkali Lehenga