The monsoon rains had eased into a light drizzle by morning in LB Nagar, leaving the narrow streets muddy and the air fresh with petrichor. Priya woke up nestled against Ravi’s chest, her body still glowing from their rainy afternoon delight in the red lingerie. The faint red lace marks on her skin had faded, but the memory made her smile. She slipped out of bed quietly, bathed with care, and chose her outfit for the day — a soft sky-blue cotton saree with a simple white border. The saree draped gracefully over her curvaceous figure, the pallu tucked neatly, accentuating her heavy breasts and the soft curve of her waist. The matching blouse was fitted, revealing just a hint of her deep cleavage. She felt elegant and traditional, perfect for a day that would involve neighborly interactions.

Dadi Lakshmi was in the hall, preparing breakfast. Arjun and Meera were back to school routine, chattering about their lessons. Ravi left for work after a lingering kiss and a whispered promise: “Tonight, I want to feel how much you love me.” His words sent a thrill through her.