The morning sun filtered through the grimy window of Deepika's rented Mumbai apartment, casting stripes of light across her rumpled bed. She groaned and rolled over, pressing her face into the pillow. Monday. The word itself felt heavy in her mouth. But the assignment wouldn't submit itself, and the college fest waited for no one.

Deepika stretched, her body arching like a cat. At twenty, she had the kind of curves that made men stare and women whisper. Her breasts were full and heavy, her waist narrow, flaring out to rounded hips. She ran a hand through her dark hair, then pushed herself up.