Sakshi, the alluring bhabhi, paced through the dimly lit living room, her thoughts swirling like the dark wine in her glass. The house was eerily silent, save for the occasional tick of the grandfather clock and the distant rumble of the city outside. Her husband, Rohan, was out of town on yet another tedious business trip, leaving her to her own devices. Little did she know that those devices would soon include the company of her husband's best friend, the ever-so-charming Arjun.

Her eyes fell upon the wine bottle on the counter, a silent invitation to dull the ache of her loneliness. As she poured herself another glass, the doorbell chimed, sending a shiver of anticipation down her spine. It was Arjun, with a bouquet of her favorite roses in hand and a smile that could make any woman's knees go weak. He stepped inside, his gaze lingering on her, taking in the seductive sway of her hips in her silk nightgown.