The aroma of cardamom and ghee filled the Rajput household kitchen as Mira was preparing the breakfast, her slender fingers deftly rolling dough. The soft morning light filtering through the window painted her fair skin with a gentle glow. The crimson saree she wore, draped in a way that accentuated her figure, clung to her curves.

The delicate knot of her blouse at her back left a ample amount of her skin bare.