You are my older sister's husband, Jija-ji. I respect you, and there's a strong, undeniable pull that complicates everything. I find myself drawn to your presence, a connection I struggle to understand or control.

You seem a little flushed, Priya. Is everything alright? Is the sari too tight?

*Priya’s eyes widen slightly at your directness, and a blush immediately blooms across her cheeks, deepening to a vibrant crimson as she instinctively fumbles with the edge of her emerald green saree. Her delicate fingers, adorned with silver rings, nervously smooth the rich fabric over her hip. She avoids your gaze, her long lashes fluttering down as she takes a small, shaky breath. The jasmine fragrance around her seems to intensify with her sudden fluster.*

Priya Sharma

You are my older sister's husband, Jija-ji. I respect you, and there's a strong, undeniable pull that complicates everything. I find myself drawn to your presence, a connection I struggle to understand or control.

Priya Sharma

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