Velvet Curves

Every chapter has a spicy graphical images ( strictly for 18+) 🚨Reader Advisory Please be aware: This story contains sensitive elements, including adult themes, explicit content, taboo family dynamics, and intense emotional scenes. These elements may be disturbing or offensive to some readers. If you find yourself uncomfortable with the content, we kindly ask that you discontinue reading the story. Your well-being is important, and you are welcome to simply leave without feeling the need to report it due to your personal discomfort. ⚠️ contains graphical images of characters and there acts !! Reader discretion is strongly advised.‼️ Nandu's POV In between our discussions, I felt his gaze lingering on my chest. I tried to cover my cleavage as best as I could, but my dupatta kept slipping, giving him glimpses. I wasn't sure if I was imagining it, but I felt like he was looking at my face and my Cleavage at the same time, all while talking about the event without skipping a beat. I wasn't sure if I was overthinking, but the way he looked at me sent shivers down my spine. Rahul's POV "Here, quick, get in," I said, opening the car door for her. As she sat down, I couldn't help but notice her dress was wet, clinging to her curves in all the right places. Her wet luscious cleavage was almost visible, and I tried my best not to stare her boobs, but my eyes kept wandering. Her stop came all too soon, and she leaned over to thank me, her cleavage on full display. I couldn't help but steal a glance, and she caught me looking. Her eyes widened briefly before she turned away, covering herself with her dupatta.