The atmosphere in Sharma Haveli had become unbearably thick with sexual tension. Meher could barely think straight anymore. Everywhere she turned, she saw signs of raw lust — the lingering glances, the love bites on Priya’s neck and breasts, the way Sunita walked with a satisfied glow, and most dangerously, the massive bulge in her Sasur Ji’s clothes that seemed to grow every time he looked at her.

The next morning, Meher came down wearing a simple white cotton kurti and leggings that hugged her firm ass and slender legs. Her nipples were already hard, poking visibly against the fabric.