Naina’s heart was pounding as only her and pandit is present in isolated kutiya. It was deep in the jungle, far from any village — a dark, ancient-looking mud hut with a big open ground in front surrounded by thick trees. No other houses, no people, just silence and the smell of incense and earth. The driver dropped her and Sheru without a word and drove away, leaving her completely alone with her “husband” and whatever waited inside.

Panditji stepped out of the kutiya wearing nothing but a thin yellow shawl loosely wrapped around his waist. His old, wrinkled body was on full display — hairy chest, big belly, and the outline of his heavy cock already visible under the cloth. His eyes lit up with dark hunger the moment he saw Naina standing there in her transparent net saree, no blouse, no petticoat, no panties — just as her mother had dressed her.