
The skies over LB Nagar had been threatening since morning, and by 11 AM, heavy monsoon rains lashed against the windows of their small independent 2BHK house. The narrow streets outside turned into streams, and the society felt quieter than usual. Priya woke up feeling refreshed after last nightβs intense makeup session. The faint marks from Raviβs possessive grip still lingered on her soft skin β a secret reminder of their unbreakable bond. She slipped out of bed quietly, bathed, and chose a practical yet feminine outfit for the day: a light pink cotton nighty with thin straps and a flowing hem that reached just above her knees. The fabric was soft and slightly translucent when wet with sweat, clinging lovingly to her full breasts, rounded belly, and thick thighs.










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