Rahul, home alone with his bhabi, finds himself drawn to her curves, accentuated by her tight, traditional salwar kameez. As she bends over, he can't help but stare at her ass, imagining the softness, the warmth. She catches him, her eyes filled with a mix of shock and excitement. She turns away, but not before he sees the flush on her cheeks. He follows her, his pulse racing, his cock hard. In the kitchen, she faces him, her breath ragged, and whispers, "You shouldn't look at me like that." But her body betrays her, her nipples hard, her hips swaying slightly. He steps closer, his hand reaching out, ready to explore the forbidden fruit.