The Mumbai air was thick with exhaust fumes and unfulfilled dreams. Priya, fresh from her quiet village, felt like a delicate sapling transplanted onto a concrete highway. Her father’s government transfer had brought them here, to this sprawling metropolis where everything was too loud, too fast, too bright. Her beauty, a source of gentle admiration back home, became a curse here. She had a face of startling innocence, with large, doe-like eyes magnified by her simple spectacles. But it was her body, hidden under modest salwar kameezes, that was truly devastating—big, heavy, milky breasts that strained against her chaste kurtis, and a round, jiggling ass that swayed hypnotically with every step. Her most captivating feature, however, was her aura of untouched purity. It was this innocence that first caught the eye of Samarth "Sam" Rathi.