It was a humid summer night in Mumbai, and the city was alive with the sounds of car horns and distant laughter. In a small apartment on the outskirts of the city, a woman named Priya was getting ready for bed. She was a thick, voluptuous woman with long, black hair that cascaded down her back. As she slipped off her sari and slipped into a silky nightgown, she couldn’t help but feel a stirring in her belly.
Priya had been thinking about her neighbor, Arjun, all evening. He was a tall, handsome man with piercing brown eyes and a chiseled jawline. She had seen him around the building many times, but they had never really spoken. Tonight, as she lay in bed, she couldn’t shake the feeling that he was thinking about her too.
