The weekend arrived faster than expected. Noida traffic was its usual nightmare, but nothing could dampen my excitement as I drove to the quiet cafe in Gurgaon that Priya had chosen. My hands gripped the steering wheel tightly, heart pounding. We had talked so much online, shared orgasms on video, but this was real.

I arrived first and waited at a corner table. When she walked in, time seemed to slow. Priya looked even better in person — wearing a elegant maroon kurti that hugged her curves, paired with tight jeans that accentuated her wide hips and thick thighs. Her hair flowed freely, and her confident smile lit up the room.