The afternoon sun cast gentle rectangles of light across the bedroom where Devika stood before the mirror, carefully draping the emerald green net saree over her shoulder. Today was Arav's birthday, and she had spent hours preparing his favorite dishes, decorating the house with small candles, and selecting the perfect outfit not for any guest, but because she knew Arav loved the way this particular saree clung to her curves.

The green net fabric was translucent in the right light, revealing the golden hue of her skin beneath. The blouse was daring, held together by three delicate strings that crisscrossed her bare back, the neckline plunging deep enough to reveal the small dark mole that sat like a beauty mark at the entrance of her cleavage. Another identical mole adorned her left hip. Her breasts were full and heavy, swollen with milk that she had been saving for Arav, her nipples already damp beneath the thin fabric. Her hips were generous, her ass round and pronounced attributes she thought of only in terms of how Arav appreciated them.