The poor girl was in for the shock of her life.
She lived downstairs and made a little extra money delivering Namrata's evening meals.
Since the food came from the same shop she worked with, she received five percent commission of every delivery. It had become part of her routine: bring the tiffin upstairs, collect her commission, and head back down.
Tonight was supposed to be no different.
Then she opened the door.
Her eyes immediately landed on the unfamiliar East Asian girl fumbling with her jeans.
For a moment, she simply stared.
So beautiful.
The girl's snow-white, smooth legs looked almost unreal under the room's light. The neighbor's gaze dropped lower.
A flash of dark red fabric appeared above the waistband before disappearing beneath the long top.
Her eyes widened.
Wait… was that her underwear?
Then she noticed the boy.
He was halfway through pulling his T-shirt back on.
Her mind stalled.
Why are they taking their clothes off?
Then she saw Namrata.
