The next morning, the mansion was quiet. Ayaan was napping peacefully in the nursery under Miss D’Souza’s watch. Sana was in the kitchen again, wearing one of Arman’s oversized black shirts that barely reached mid-thigh. No bra. No panties. Her full breasts moved freely under the thin fabric as she chopped vegetables for lunch.
Arman walked in silently, still shirtless from his shower, sweatpants hanging low on his hips. The moment he saw her, his cock stirred.
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