As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting its golden glow over the sprawling fields, the evening air held a soft, seductive promise. The village was quiet, save for the rustling of the wind through the tall grasses, but Ramu's gaze never wavered from her.

Myna.

She stood there, a vision of effortless beauty in the amber light, her youthful form a striking contrast to the heavy work around her. Her milky-white waist, delicate and soft like porcelain, was highlighted by the way her mustard-yellow saree clung to her curves. The fabric, light as air, draped lovingly around her hourglass figure, wrapping her slender body in a perfect embrace. The saree's pleats fell with precision, revealing the smooth curve of her hips, while the silk blouse, slightly open at the collar, framed her neck in the most tantalizing way.

Her soft pillowlike plump Shiney pink lips were heaven. Her sharp sexy eyes shaped like almonds. Her mole on her sexy milky hip.

Every movement she made seemed to invite him closer-a fluid dance of grace and sensuality, her slender fingers brushing against the wheat with an almost languid ease. Ramu couldn't help but watch as her body swayed, the fabric of her saree catching the last rays of the setting sun. Her long, dark hair cascaded over her shoulders, each strand catching the light like midnight silk.

She caught his gaze, her eyes dark as the night sky, holding it for a beat longer than necessary. The air between them seemed to thicken, charged with an invisible tension that neither could deny. Ramu's heart quickened in his chest, his old, weathered hands tightening around the cane he leaned on. He had seen many women in his years, but none with such magnetic beauty. None who could undo him with a single glance.

Despite the years that lined his face and the white hair that fell like soft snow around his temples, he could feel the pull of her youth, her vitality. It was as if the very earth around them had drawn him in, and he was no longer just the village lord-he was a man, captivated by the intoxicating power of her presence.

Myna, young and radiant, turned away as if she felt his stare, but the smile that played at the corners of her lips suggested otherwise. She knew. She knew. Every step she took, every swish of her saree against her perfect waist, seemed to tease him further, drawing him deeper into the spell she had cast upon him.

For a moment, Ramu's breath caught in his chest. She was as far out of his reach as the moon in the sky, yet she seemed so close, so tantalizingly close, that he wondered if he might lose himself to the forbidden pull between them. With a slow, deliberate breath, he took a step forward, drawn by the promise of something he had long forgotten.

However there was only one issue. She was 20 years old and Ramu was 60 years old. Myna's father was a farmer and Ramu was a landlord that her father worked for. However all Ramu could think about was Myna stunning seductive figure.

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