The tension built like a monsoon storm. Priya couldn't focus on household chores; her mind was filled with filthy thoughts of Rajesh. She wore shorter blouses now, her navel exposed, knowing it drove him wild. One hot afternoon, with Amit at the office and Meena napping, Priya was in the balcony watering plants. Rajesh joined her, his body close.

"Bahu, let me help," he said, taking the pot from her. Their hands touched, electricity sparking. He set it down and turned to her, his eyes on her lips. "Priya, you've been teasing me." She bit her lip. "No, Papa ji, I..." But he stepped closer, backing her against the railing.