The next night, tension crackled in the air like electricity before a storm. Vikram had spent the entire day at the office, barking orders at executives and closing a multi-crore deal without a single smile. He returned to the mansion past 11 PM, his mood dark and edged with frustration.

Priya had waited anxiously in their bedroom. She had bathed with scented oils as his mother subtly suggested, wearing a soft, baby-pink satin nightie that barely reached the middle of her smooth thighs. The thin material clung to her fresh curves—full, perky C-cup breasts with sensitive pink nipples, a tiny waist, gently flared hips, and a plump, rounded ass. Her long hair cascaded down her back. She smelled like jasmine and nervous virgin.