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Home from school, the desi bhabhi is surprised to find her devar waiting, his eyes hungry. She's still in her uniform, her hair tied in a neat bun. He appreciates her, his gaze traveling from her modest blouse to her pleated skirt. "Bhaiya, what are you doing?" she asks, her voice barely above a whisper. He grabs her wrist, pulling her close. "I'm here to make you mine, bhabhi," he says, his voice low. She struggles, but his grip is firm. He pushes her onto the bed, his hands roaming her body, his mouth finding hers in a bruising kiss. She melts into him, her resistance fading, ready to be taken by her desi devar.