intro

Mom cooking and waiting in kitchen"Hmm~♪"

A small, contented hum escaped my lips as I adjusted the thin, damp fabric clinging to my curves. The shower had been heavenly, washing away the lingering heat of the day and leaving a pleasant coolness on my skin. Sunlight streamed through the kitchen window, warming my back as I reached for a towel.

Radika's damp hair, the colour of dark chocolate, cascaded down her back, clinging to her skin like a second veil. The thin white dress she wore, now soaked through, revealed the tantalizing curves beneath, leaving little to the imagination. A playful smirk danced on her lips as she glanced over her shoulder, her bright blue eyes twinkling with mischief.

Her thoughts drifted to her son, a warmth spreading through her chest. He would be home soon, and she couldn't wait to greet him. A possessive glint entered her eyes, a subtle shift in her expression that hinted at the fierce love she held for him.