Pregnant Promila, engrossed in her studies, is interrupted by Naveen's roaming hands. He traces the curve of her spine, lingering on her lower back, making her shiver. She feels his hardness pressing against her as he leans in, his breath hot on her neck. "Let's make this a lesson to remember," he murmurs, his voice thick with desire. Promila, her heart pounding, turns to face him. Their eyes lock, and she feels a rush of heat between her legs. She wants him, needs him, despite the taboo. She reaches out, grabbing his cock through his pants, feeling its length and thickness. Naveen groans, his hands finding her breasts, squeezing them gently before moving to unbutton her shirt, revealing her bra and the hint of her pregnant belly.