Radhika was a stunning Indian woman with raven-black hair that cascaded down her back in waves, framing her heart-shaped face and accentuating her high cheekbones. Her eyes were dark and mysterious, and her full lips were always curved in a knowing smile. But what truly set Radhika apart were her perfect breasts – full and round, with dark nipples that seemed to beg for attention.
Radhika had been working at the local Indian restaurant for several months, and Arjun, the handsome young chef, had been captivated by her from the moment she walked in the door. He watched as she moved gracefully through the dining room, chatting with customers and making sure everything was just so. And every time she bent over to take an order or refill a glass, Arjun felt his heart race as he caught a glimpse of her cleavage.
One night, after the restaurant had closed and everyone had gone home, Arjun found himself alone in the kitchen with Radhika. She was counting the cash register while he tidied up, and he couldn’t help but steal glances at her as she worked. Finally, he couldn’t take it any longer.
“Radhika,” he said, his voice husky with desire. “Can I ask you something?”
Radhika looked up from the cash register and gave him a seductive smile. “Of course, Arjun. What is it?”
“I’ve been wanting to ask you out for weeks now,” he said, taking a step closer to her. “Will you go on a date with me?”
