The Goa trip had left Riya addicted to the thrill of near-misses. Back in Mumbai, she kept up the "decent saree" act perfectly—silk draped modestly over her curves, pallu pinned, hair in a bun—but under it all, she was Karan's walking wet dream. No panties, no bra, just smooth, shaved skin ready to be used. Meera, oblivious and buried in work, praised her "transformation" every morning. "Riya, tu bilkul family wali lagti hai ab. Arjun ke liye perfect."

But Karan knew the truth. And today, he was going to test it in the riskiest way yet.