The next day, she woke early, eager to make amends for her previous transgression. She donned the loosest kameez she could find, the soft fabric billowing around her as she moved, allowing a tantalizing glimpse of the flesh beneath. She had hoped that today would be different, that she could avoid the lecherous gazes that followed her around the house. But as she bustled through her morning chores, she caught Shan watching her, his eyes lingering on her breasts that bounced with every step she took. She felt a peculiar mix of excitement and dread, knowing that today would be no exception to the rule.

In a moment of haste, she knocked over a flower pot in the hallway, the ceramic shattering into a hundred pieces. She gasped and cringed, waiting for the inevitable. Shan's footsteps echoed down the corridor, and she braced herself for his approach. He didn't say a word, just a knowing smile playing on his lips as he took in the sight of her barely-covered body. "Looks like we have another little accident," he said, his voice thick with lust.