A text. Early in the morning. “Game?” This was the rule, of course. He never started without her consent. But He had never asked by text before. This might be interesting. “Game.”, she responded. ” I want you to get here in 45 minutes.” “Yes master.” “Wear your pink chiffon saree. The one with the … More Game?
…she was naked. Bare feet, hair a mess of tangles. Kohl-smudged eyes. Just nine yards of red chiffon wrapped around her modesty. She smiled at him and moved away from the door. He walked in. She had issued no invitation save with her eyes, but he knew to come. He knew to wait till the family … More Underneath her saree..