
The next evening, the haveli felt charged with electricity.
Anjali had spent the entire day in a daze — avoiding eye contact with Rajesh, blushing whenever Priya or Meena came near her, and pressing her thighs together every time the memories of last night’s filthy show flooded her mind. Her innocent pink salwar kameez felt too tight against her heavy breasts, and her panties had stayed damp all day.






















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