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In the narrow hallway leading to her apartment, Soni felt the weight of the day's thoughts lift from her shoulders as she opened the door and was immediately greeted by the comforting scent of spices lingering from leftover lunch.

"What to make?" she mused aloud, scanning the modest kitchen that seemed to hold the very essence of her culinary memories. The wooden shelves were lined with jars filled with an array of spices—cumin, turmeric, coriander—each one a reminder of meals shared and stories told. Soni let her fingers dance over the jars, contemplating how flavors intertwined like the lives below.

"Maybe a pulao and chicken curry would be fitting," she decided, her heart racing at the thought of creating something that could nurture both body and soul. She turned on the stove, the familiar sound of sizzling oil welcoming her into a world of simmering spices and bubbling broth.

As she cooked the meal, hours slipped by and her mind drifted back to happier times when friends would gather around her with joy and laughter.

Just then, the sound of a knock interrupted her reverie. Soni wiped her hands on a towel and rushed to open the door, revealing Farooq standing there with a lopsided grin and a bottle of wine. Her eyes lit up at the sight of him standing there, dressed in a casual t-shirt and pajama bottoms. However, as she looked closer, she noticed that he seemed to have forgotten to put on any underwear. A slight blush spread across her cheeks as she realized this intimate detail about him. Despite his lack of undergarments, he still managed to look charming and effortlessly handsome. She couldn't help but feel a flutter of excitement at his unexpected, daring fashion choice.

Farooq's breath caught as Soni appeared before him, dressed in a thin, sleeveless nightie that hugged her every curve. The fabric was barely there, revealing the sensual outline of her body. Her hair cascaded down her shoulders, framing her face like a dark halo. As she moved closer, he could see the subtle sway of her hips and the gentle rise and fall of her chest. He couldn't help but smile, feeling a rush of desire for this beautiful woman standing before him.

"Hope I'm not interrupting," he said, his voice a mix of playfulness and sincerity. He held up the bottle of wine as if it were an offering a promise of a shared evening.

Soni chuckled softly, stepping aside to let him in. "Not at all! I just finished cooking and was expecting you," she replied, her heart pounding. The aroma of spices enveloped them both, mingling with the warmth of the moment.

Farooq stepped inside, the door closing behind him with a soft click, sealing them in their own little world. Soni's movements were fluid and graceful as she led Farooq towards the drawing room. Her nightie draped over her curves, accentuating every sway of her hips and causing thoughts to stir within Farooq. The soft fabric revealed tantalizing glimpses of her jiggling butts, provoking a growing sense of arousal within him. As they walked, the subtle scent of her body filled his senses, adding to the allure of her alluring figure.

"Wow, it smells amazing!" Farooq exclaimed, inhaling deeply as they entered the cozy drawing room. The soft glow of dimmed lights cast a warm hue across the space, highlighting Soni's delicate features and the inviting ambiance she had created. "What did you make?"

"Just a little something-some pulao and chicken curry —my special recipe," Soni replied with a playful twinkle in her eye. She glanced over her shoulder, her smile turning mischievous. "I hope you're hungry because I made enough to feed an army."

Farooq chuckled, his gaze following her as she moved gracefully to the sofa. As they settled onto the plush cushions, her laughter echoed softly in the room, wrapping around Farooq like a warm embrace. He joined her, placing the wine bottle on the low table, his eyes never leaving hers. "I think I could take on an army tonight," he replied, a teasing grin tugging at his lips. Soni raised an eyebrow, feigning

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