The afternoon sun filtered through the sheer curtains, casting a warm glow across the modestly furnished living room. She eased into the soft cushion of the sofa, her mind wandering as she fed her baby. The house was quiet, almost too quiet, with her husband away on business. She paused, letting out a slow breath, noticing the weight of solitude."Just a little break," she whispered to herself, feeling a stir of curiosity and desire. She shifted, the movement sending a gentle thrill through her body. Her thoughts drifted to the day, the errands, the chores, but mostly to the lingering yearning she felt. "Maybe it's just me," she thought, yet the sensation grew stronger, tinged with a secret desire.She stood up, her steps light as she walked to the bedroom, her heart racing. The mirror reflected her appearance: the soft curves accentuated by her simple sari, the slight sheen of sweat on her skin hinting at the heat within. As she caught her reflection, she noticed the sparkle in her eyes, the flush on her cheeks. "What if he found out?" she wondered, her mind a whirl of anticipation and doubt. "Will he forgive me, or will he be angry?"