I gave her the Zara denim shorts and the crop top I got when she came out of the bathroom. She kissed and said thank you and that is very sweet. She wore it and she looked like a chick. The crop top was a little short for her, but she managed to wear it. I told her we’ll roam around Mysore and go to a pub in the evening. I dressed and we left our rooms. Everyone on the road stared at her. It was the first time in her life that the public gave her attention. Everyone would always pass-by her in Bangalore when she wore the niqab. Her Zara got her attention and she walked boldly by holding my arms.