The clock struck 11:00 AM. Neha stood outside the apartment door, her heart hammering against her ribs like a trapped bird. She was wearing a simple salwar kameez, but underneath, she wasn't wearing a bra—just like Aryan had commanded. Her heavy breasts felt free and bouncy, their dark nipples rubbing against the rough fabric.
The door opened. Aryan was standing there, smelling of strong deodorant and cigarettes. He didn't say a word. He grabbed Neha by her waist and pulled her inside, slamming the door shut and locking it.
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