Rahul had always noticed Nivedita at gatherings with his buddy Arjun, her husband. She was a petite woman in her late twenties, with long black hair cascading down her back, full lips that curved into shy smiles, and curves that her modest sarees couldn't fully hide—pert C-cup breasts, a narrow waist flaring into wide hips, and an ass that jiggled just right when she walked. Arjun was oblivious, buried in his work, leaving her lonely. Rahul, single and predatory, saw his chance one evening at a house party.