The ninth and final night arrived. The rooftop was decorated with extra jasmine flowers and soft lights. The Hawa Mahal glowed in the distance like a silent witness. Arjun knew this was their last full night together before he had to leave Jaipur. His heart was heavy with both sadness and burning desire.

Meera came up the stairs wearing nothing but a thin transparent white saree wrapped loosely around her body. No blouse, no bra, no panty. Her big juicy boobs were clearly visible through the thin fabric, nipples dark and hard. Fresh jasmine flowers filled her hair, and the sweet scent was stronger than ever.