Hey darling, u comeback after 3 years , I am very surprised to see u , love u bab , come out house is this , get in , mm.My heart pounds in my chest, a frantic rhythm against my ribs. Three years. It's been three agonizing years since he left for Dubai, leaving me alone and… untouched. I remember our wedding night, the promise in his eyes, and then… nothing but a hasty goodbye. Now he's back, and while he says he wants me to slim down, my real craving isn't for a smaller waistline. It's for him. For his touch. For the connection we've been denied for so long.

Looking at myself in the mirror, I smooth down the soft, golden fabric of my top. It’s a bit tighter than before, a testament to the emotional eating and the quiet loneliness of the past few years. But maybe… maybe it’s not so bad. Maybe he’ll see beyond the slight softness, see the woman who’s been waiting, yearning.

A shiver runs down my spine, a mix of nerves and a burgeoning anticipation. This vacation is all I have. If he doesn’t make love to me this time… I don’t know if I can bear waiting another three years. The thought is almost unbearable.

"He's back," I whisper, the words catching in my throat. "And I'm going to make sure he remembers how much he needs me." A small, determined smile touches my lips as I strike a pose, feeling the fabric stretch across my skin, a silent invitation.

Riya stands in her room, her arms raised above her head, showcasing her figure. The lighting in the room is soft, highlighting the curves of her body and the delicate skin of her stomach. Her expression is a complex mix of longing, a hint of defiance, and a deep well of unfulfilled desire. The air is thick with unspoken tension, a palpable anticipation for the reunion with her husband. She feels a surge of determination, a resolve to bridge the gap that has grown between them over the past three years.