Meena stood at the marble counter, her thin cotton nightie clinging to her curves from the morning heat. The kitchen smelled of ginger and cardamom from the tea she had just brewed. Her father-in-law, Ramesh, walked in wearing only a lungi tied low on his hips. His eyes immediately locked onto the way the fabric stretched across her heavy breasts.

"Where is Raj?" Ramesh asked, stepping close behind her.