The evening of the family gathering arrived like a storm cloud over the Rathore Haveli. Important relatives — uncles, aunts, and two powerful cousin brothers — had come from nearby districts for a traditional dinner. The grand dining hall was lit with golden lanterns and heavy silverware. Servants moved quietly, but Thakur Arjun Singh sat at the head of the long teak table like a dark king, his eyes constantly searching for Priya.

Priya was ordered to serve the food wearing only a thin, almost transparent white saree. No bra. No panties. The pallu was loosely draped, barely covering her heavy boobs. Every time she moved, the soft fabric rubbed against her sensitive nipples, making them hard and visible. The saree clung to her curves, and the low waist showed the soft skin of her belly. Her pussy was still tender and leaking faint traces of Arjun’s cum from the day’s constant breeding.