The resort ballroom in Jodhpur was glowing like a dream. Crystal chandeliers, red rose petals on every table, and the scent of jasmine and burning incense filling the air. My parents, Urvashi Di, Rahul, and I had been up since morning getting ready. Mom and Dad looked elegant in their traditional outfits. Urvashi Di wore a stunning black gown with a deep plunging neckline and a brooch that barely held her massive breasts in place. I was in a sharp black suit. Rahul and Ritu looked like royalty in matching white suits. We four were the hottest group in the entire resort.

Dinner was delicious. We sat together, laughing, touching under the table. Every time our eyes met, the air crackled with heat. When the party ended at 11 PM, we all walked back to our rooms, legs shaky from the anticipation.