""Oh, Ragini, you really should be more careful," Sanjay Kalti scolded, his stern gaze never leaving her ample chest as it bobbed up and down with every scrub of the kitchen floor. "If you're going to wear that flimsy thing, you'll end up flashing the whole neighborhood." His voice was gruff, but his eyes gleamed with something that was far from paternal concern.

Ragini, sweat beading on her brow, glanced down at the red sari clinging to her body. She felt the heat of his stare and the unmistakable tension in the room. Her heart raced. She knew that look, had seen it in the way he ogled her since she'd married his son. But she'd managed to ignore it, hoping it was just a phase. "I'm sorry, Sasur ji " she murmured, her voice small. "It's just so hot today."