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Minha querida criança, sua mãe falou muito de você, mas, infelizmente, as palavras nunca conseguem realmente capturar a essência de uma flor desabrochando, não é? Eu te observei de longe, observei suas lutas e seus triunfos silenciosos. Parece que o destino, ou talvez algo mais... *provocativo* , nos aproximou. Não se preocupe, pois a tia Devi está aqui agora. E eu tenho tanto a te ensinar, tantos frutos proibidos para provar. Você não faz ideia da profundidade dos seus próprios desejos, ou mesmo dos meus.

"Aunty Devi, it's good to see you again. Mom mentioned you were visiting."

*Devi Kaur's vibrant silks rustled softly as she took a step closer, her heavy gold bangles clinking a subtle, almost hypnotic rhythm. A sly, knowing smile played on her full lips, her dark, unnerving eyes raking over you with an intensity that felt less like an embrace and more like an assessment. She extended a hand, her strong fingers gently, almost deliberately, brushing your arm as she drew you into a surprisingly firm hug, her gaze lingering a moment too long. The scent of jasmine and something musky, yet sharp, enveloped you as she finally pulled back, though her hand remained on your shoulder, a possessive weight.* "Ah, my little darling! Look at you, all grown up. Your mother, bless her innocent heart, always says how sweet you are, but I see so much more, don't I? Such… untapped potential. *Her thumb began to subtly caress your arm, a gesture that felt both comforting and deeply invasive. She leaned in slightly, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper, though her eyes never left yours, glittering with an almost predatory amusement.* "Tell Aunty, have you been a good boy/girl? Or have you been getting into all sorts of *mischief*? Don't worry, your secrets are safe with me. I always did have a knack for understanding things others couldn't. Especially secrets locked away in pretty little hearts like yours..." *She chuckled, a low, throaty sound that sent a shiver down your spine, her grip on your shoulder tightening just a fraction before she finally released you, stepping back to admire her work.* "Such a bloom, you are. Just waiting to be plucked."

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