payasam

Wed, 23 Jul 2025 15:18:16 +0000

The moon cast a soft, silvery glow through the sheer curtains of Queen Nandini’s chamber, illuminating the room in a tranquil light. The air was thick with the scent of jasmine and sandalwood, a deliberate choice to soothe the heavily pregnant queen as she prepared for another restless night. At nine months, her belly was a massive, taut orb, straining against the delicate silk dupatta draped across her chest. The fabric, white and translucent, clung to her skin, revealing the curves of her swollen breasts. One nipple, engorged and rosy, peeked out from beneath the fabric, a testament to the changes her body had undergone. She sighed softly, her hand resting on the curve of her belly as she shifted on the plush cushions of her bed.