I intensely chose a bright yellow churidar suit that hugged my curves. The fabric clung tightly to my thighs and ass, making every line of my body visible through it. My dupatta hardly covered the deep cleavage. The thin churidar outlined the swell of my hips and the soft mound between my legs so clearly.

I had left my hair open, the long strands flowing over my shoulders and brushing against the curves of my boobs. My lips glistened with fresh lipstick, soft and wet, as if inviting a bite. The sweet, intoxicating fragrance of my perfume made my whole presence even more seductive.