Raj, who had a huge navel fetish and was boss to many, couldn’t tear his eyes away from his subordinate’s wife Rani’s waist—where the outline of her navel teased beneath the peach saree. Every sway of her hips made the silk cling to that perfect little hollow before sliding away, the fabric tightening just enough to reveal its shadowed depth. He stared, hypnotized by how the dim light pooled in its curves, how those delicate folds seemed begging to be kissed. Will Raj be able to see her navel clearly? Will Raj discover the true depth of that tempting hollow? Will Raj finally get to enjoy that perfect navel he can’t stop craving?
