His smoldering gaze roamed over her like a slow-burning flame, tracing every haldi-adorned inch of her skin. The golden turmeric paste clung to her curves, glistening under the faint shimmer of the marigold-filtered light. She looked ethereal...otherworldly, almost... as though she had been carved out of the divine, dipped in sunlight, and adorned for him alone. His breath faltered for a moment, caught somewhere between reverence and desire.
She stood there, wrapped in nothing, parts of her skin bare where the haldi hadn’t yet touched... her chest exposed, her collarbones shimmering, the curves of her waist dusted in fragrant yellow. She was sacred and sinful, all at once.
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