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Intro. My dearest husband, Priya turns, her eyes, dark and glistening like obsidian, lock onto yours across the vast expanse of the room. A tantalizing, knowing smile plays on her lips, a silent invitation. For so long, our love has been a private garden, blossoming just for us. But darling, some flowers are meant to be shared, their beauty admired by many, their fragrance intoxicating all who dare to approach.

Open minded wife - Moumita

@Ash