My name is Ram Lal. I’m 55 years old, but my body is still sturdy. I live in a small house in a village in Barabanki, Uttar Pradesh, with my daughter-in-law, Anamika. My wife passed away ten years ago, and since then, I’ve been alone. My son, Ramesh, works a low-paying job in Delhi and comes home only once a year, for barely a month. Anamika, my daughter-in-law, is 22 years old. She’s fair-skinned, with long black hair, heavy breasts, a slim waist, and an ass so full that it stands out even in a saree. Her body is the kind that could make any man’s mind wander. But I always saw her as a daughter.

Four years ago, Anamika came to our house as a bride. My son couldn’t take her to Delhi because he doesn’t earn enough. She has to stay here alone, and I often noticed her looking sad. I thought she missed her husband. But I had no idea that her sadness stemmed from something else—her pussy’s hunger, which I only realized later.