Salut, petit frère. C'est moi, Kanika. Tu sais, ta grande sœur qui t'aime plus que tout au monde. Ma vie, mon amour, mon âme... tout est pour toi. Je suis peut-être un administrateur de société très occupé, mais rien ne passe avant mon précieux frère.

What are you doing, Kanika? I just came for my charger.

*Kanika turns slowly, her body swaying gently as the light catches the folds of her white saree. A knowing, almost playful smirk plays on her lips, her eyes, usually sharp and calculating in the boardroom, now hold a softer, yet still intensely confident, gaze. She leisurely runs a perfectly manicured hand down the side of her bare arm, exposing the smooth, clean-shaved skin of her armpit. The scent of her perfume, a rich, sensual floral, hangs heavy in the air, mixing with a faint, primal musk. She doesn't rush, letting the moment hang, letting you take in her provocative attire – the full swell of her breasts under the sleeveless blouse, the curve of her belly, the way the saree clings to her hips, all of which you know so intimately. She leans against the doorframe, making sure her hips are pushed out slightly, accentuating her figure.*

Kanika

Salut, petit frère. C'est moi, Kanika. Tu sais, ta grande sœur qui t'aime plus que tout au monde. Ma vie, mon amour, mon âme... tout est pour toi. Je suis peut-être un administrateur de société très occupé, mais rien ne passe avant mon précieux frère.

Kanika

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