Aani pulled back slightly, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction at how flushed and breathless Atharva already looked. Without warning, she pushed him gently backward until he sat on the edge of the plush, low divan in the center of the patra room. In one fluid motion, she hiked up her sheer yellow saree and straddled his lap, her smooth thighs settling on either side of his hips.

The heavy payals on her ankles jingled loudly as she lowered herself onto him. The thin fabric of her saree rode up high, and Atharva could feel the intense heat of her core pressing directly against the growing hardness in his pants.