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But her body softened, sinking against him, the bulge a quiet torment. Desiporn Your kurtis, like silk flames, burning my dreams. “No room.”Chippy’s stomach twisted, her kurti too thin, her breasts too prominent. I know it’s wrong, but it’s true. Her hips rubbed against him, slow, deliberate, her kurti clinging to her breasts.His breath hitched, his hands gripping the seat, and she felt it—a spark, forbidden, alive. Planning coconut-milk banquets, tutoring Lal’s literature essays, and melting under Ravi’s touch. Fury flared, and she twisted, glaring at Lal, her whisper venomous. Chippy snapped. “It’s okay, Amma,” he mumbled.She climbed on, her hips settling against him, her kurti riding up, her back rigid as Kochi’s backwaters faded. A scented flame—her perfume?