The first week of July 2025, my romantic relationship with my cousin had ended after she became pregnant. She and her husband purchased their first apartment and moved out, leaving my place suddenly quiet and lonely.

On a fine afternoon, I was working from home because a storm had disrupted the city. As the rain grew heavier, my best friend Anita called. Her office area was badly flooded; the power had gone out, and there was heavy waterlogging everywhere.

Her bike was stuck in the parking area, and with no sign of the electricity returning soon, everyone was let go early. I grabbed my keys and drove over. When I finally found her, I was struck by how beautiful she looked. Anita was wearing a white kurti with red leggings, delicate earrings, and red lipstick.

The storm had soaked her kurti, which clung tightly to her, exposing her red push-up bra. Her curves were clearly visible beneath her kurti.

About her, she is chubby, with a soft, fuller figure that made her look even more attractive to me. She has a huge ass that could drive any man crazy, with big tanker books, definitely bigger than 36D.

While she opened the door, she caught me staring at her, smiled at me, and said, “What are you staring at?”