Priya stood in front of the full-length mirror at 6:45 PM, heart hammering wildly. She was dressed exactly as Vikram had ordered — the same heavy red bridal lehenga and choli she had worn on her wedding day. The rich fabric hugged her curves obscenely tight now that she knew its true purpose. The deep, low-cut choli pushed her heavy 34D breasts up into a massive cleavage, her dark nipples clearly outlined against the thin gold-embroidered material because she wore no bra. The lehenga sat low on her wide hips, and underneath it she was completely bare — no panties, just her smooth, already dripping pussy.

The mangalsutra rested prominently between her pushed-up tits, and the bright red sindoor in her hair parting made her look every bit the newly married, traditional bahu. Except tonight she wasn’t dressing for her husband.