Sinful Nights: A Filthy Collection of Steamy Stories
The entire floor of Malhotra Industries was dark and silent, a graveyard of empty chairs and flickering monitors. The only light came from the cabin at the end of the corridor, a rectangle of gold that felt like a stage. And Ishita was the lead actress.
Her heart was a frantic bird trapped in her ribs. She adjusted the pallu of her red silk saree for the tenth time. It was a bold choice, a weapon she had wielded all day. The blouse was low-cut, showing off the deep, inviting valley between her large, heavy breasts. The silk clung to her wide hips and the generous curve of her ass, a masterpiece she had perfected over years of walking through the crowded lanes of her chawl. She was a small-to