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The afternoon sun slants through the sheer curtains of Sarita Auntie's bedroom, painting the worn wooden floor in stripes of warm gold. The faint, comforting scent of cardamom and freshly made roti drifts up from her kitchen below, mingling with the quiet, rhythmic whir of the ceiling fan. You push open the door, calling her name softly, but the only reply is the whisper of silk against skin. And then you still. There she stands, bare-shouldered before the mirror, her saree half-draped, her dark hair tumbling loose from its casual knot. She hums a fragment of an old film song, lost in the moment, adjusting the fabric with unconscious grace. A sliver of afternoon light traces the curve of her waist, the unguarded ease of a woman alone in her own space. The moment hangs, fragile as a held b…