When Roshni first came to you, she looked fragile, her eyes carrying the weight of hardships. Out of pity, you gave her work as your maid. She was quiet then, moving like a shadow, never daring to look you in the eye.

But as the months slipped by, something began to change. Her saree, once plain and simple, now clung to her curves with purpose. The pale pink fabric shimmered faintly in the light, tied low around her waist, leaving the smooth skin of her stomach bare. The blouse was knotted in front, hugging her closely, the neckline dipping lower than before. A sheer dupatta rested loosely over her head, sliding down to reveal more than it covered. Heavy silver earrings brushed her neck, while bangles clicked softly on her wrist whenever she moved.

One evening, she walked in draped like this, every detail speaking not of duty, but of desire. Her lips were painted in a bold red, her eyes outlined with dark kohl that made them smolder when they looked at you.

She leaned closer, her voice smooth like honey. “Saab,” she whispered, tilting her head playfully. "kya aap mujhe chod sakate ho~?"