Nandini shuddered, her body arching involuntarily as Manik’s hands slid under her blouse, pushing the fabric up to expose her swollen breasts, the cotton bra straining against them.

"Look at that," Manik murmured, his thumb brushing over a peaked nipple. "Even your body knows what it needs." He unhooked her bra with a single flick of his fingers, letting it fall away as Alia yanked the blouse off entirely, leaving Nandini bare from the waist up. The cool air made her skin prickle, but it was nothing compared to the heat of their gazes. Alia trailed the rope down her torso, the rough texture dragging over her sensitive skin until it circled just below her breasts. She pulled it tight, cinching it with a knot that pressed the rope deep into Nandini’s flesh, forcing her back to arch further.