Monsoon TemptationIn the humid haze of Kolkata’s monsoon season, Riya glided through the bustling streets like a siren from the pages of a Tagore novel. Her Bengali beauty was pure fire: long, raven-black hair cascading in wet waves down her back, kohl-lined eyes smoldering with mischief, and full lips painted a daring red that begged to be kissed. She wore a sheer white saree that clung to her curves like a lover’s whisper, the fabric translucent from the rain, outlining her hourglass figure pert breasts straining against the blouse