5 Viral Beautiful Girls Reels You’ll Love Watching
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Every morning, like clockwork, Raghu would wake up early and head to the kitchen. But today, something was different. His mistress, Ms. Somya, was rolling out dough, wearing a soft pink saree, her hair loose and cascading around her shoulders. The pallu of her saree kept slipping off her shoulder, and each time, she nonchalantly adjusted it. Raghu’s eyes were drawn to her, and he couldn’t look away. He wasn’t just any servant — he had been in this mansion for three years, and each day, his desire for Somya grew deeper.
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He slowly approached her and, with a smile, said, “Mistress, you’re the one making the bread today, but there’s a different kind of heat in the air today, isn’t there?” Somya turned to look at him. For the first time, her eyes held something new — not anger, not surprise, but a quiet acceptance. Raghu lowered the flame on the stove and softly added, “The heat from the tawa is nothing compared to the one I feel when I get close to you.”
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Somya’s hand faltered for a moment. She lowered her gaze, but the smile on her lips couldn’t be hidden. “You’ve learned to speak boldly now,” she said. Raghu, gently adjusting the pallu of her saree that had slipped off her shoulder again, replied, “I’ve learned from you… how to touch everything, how to handle everything.” His touch held a quiet intensity, and Somya’s breath grew heavier.
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Alongside the heat of the stove, something within both of them began to burn. Somya continued kneading the dough slowly and asked, “What if the bread burns?” Raghu touched her fingers lightly and replied, “Then we’ll knead the dough again… but if this moment slips away, we won’t get another chance.” Somya looked at him — no questions remained in her eyes. Only wonder, desire, and a quiet courage.
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Suddenly, a silence fell between them, as though everything that needed to be said had already been spoken. Somya touched his face with her flour-streaked hands and whispered softly, “The heat of your words… it’s too much, Raghu.” Raghu smiled and kissed her hands gently. The kitchen walls, once filled only with the aroma of freshly baked bread, now carried a blend of unspoken desires and a smoldering fire. For the first time, they had crossed that line — the one that should never be crossed between a servant and his mistress.”