Naina stood at the kitchen counter, wearing nothing but his oversized shirt. The fabric hung loosely off her shoulders, the hem barely grazing the curve of her thighs, leaving her ass completely bare to the cool morning air. She focused intently on the carrots in front of her, slicing them.

Rishabh entered the room, stepping into the soft morning light. He was wearing nothing but his boxers, a fact that instantly drew her attention. The fabric clung to his hips. He stood in the doorway, arms crossed over his chest, a dark smirk playing on his lips.