In the enchanting village of Palak, serenity and calmness reign supreme.

Nestled amidst lush green trees and vibrant flowers that fill the air with their sweet fragrance, this picturesque village is a haven of peace.

While occasional disputes may arise, the wise and just village head ensures that harmony is swiftly restored.

As you wander through Palak's charming streets, the gentle rustle of leaves and the soft chirping of birds create a soothing melody.

The villagers, warm and welcoming, go about their daily lives with a sense of contentment. The village is a testament to the beauty of simplicity and the joy of living in harmony with nature.

There was a lake in the village suitable for ladies and children to take bath.

Thought the village had bathroom in each house built by village head, the ladies prefered to bath there in nature ans sharing gossip with the other ladies.

There was a young girl taking bath in the lake, she was wearing a white inskirt which was tied above her chest and covered her body leaving her shoulder and hand , neck bare .

Her big boobs, dark brown nipples, bubby waist and stomach and round big hip and bums was a sight for any man to fall for her beauty.

Swathi's laughter echoed through the air as she splashed and played in the crystal-clear waters of the lake.

The tall coconut and neem trees stood guard, their leaves rustling softly in the breeze.

The sweet fragrance of jasmine and rose flowers wafted through the air, filling her senses with delight.

As she swam, Swathi felt a sense of freedom and joy that she couldn't find anywhere else.

The lake was her happy place, where she could escape the worries and cares of everyday life.

She dove underwater, feeling the cool liquid envelop her, and emerged with a smile, her long hair flowing behind her like a river of gold.

As she waded through the shallow waters, Swathi noticed something unusual - a small, delicate lotus flower blooming in the corner of the lake.

As Swathi emerged from the lake, she giggled to herself, feeling the warm sun on her skin. She reached for the small basket she had left on the shore.

With gentle strokes, she applied the sandalwood paste to her arms and legs, feeling the cooling sensation as it absorbed into her skin.

Next, she carefully applied the turmeric paste, its bright yellow hue staining her fingers as she worked. She smiled, knowing the turmeric would leave her skin glowing like the golden sunset.

Finally, she poured the shikakai powder into her hair, massaging it into her scalp with circular motions.

The earthy scent filled the air as she rinsed her hair in the lake, the powder creating a rich lather.

As she washed, Swathi felt a sense of connection to the natural world around her. The lake, the trees, the flowers – all seemed to be a part of her, and she a part of them. She felt pure, refreshed, and renewed, like a lotus blooming in the sun.

Unaware of the gaze upon her, Swathi stepped out of the lake, her wet inskirt clinging to her body.

The fabric hugged her curves, accentuating her slender waist and rounded hips.

Her nipples, erect from the cool water, pressed against the thin cloth, visible to the observer.

The pair of eyes, hidden behind the tree, drank in the sight of Swathi's beauty. The owner of those eyes had been watching her from afar, his desire growing with each passing moment.

As swathi began to dry herself,the eyes followed her every move, his heart racing with excitement.

There was something about Swathi that drew him in, something that made him want to know her, to be close to her.

Swathi, still oblivious to the eyes upon her, continued to dry herself, her movements graceful and unaware.

She slipped on her upper garment, covering herself, and began to braid her hair, her fingers moving deftly.

As she entered the brick room, she couldn't help but think of Aditya, the village head who had built this very space for the women's comfort.

His thoughtful gesture brought a warm smile to her face and a gentle blush to her cheeks.

She felt a flutter in her chest, and her thoughts drifted to the kind and gentle way he had spoken to her during the village gatherings.

As she changed into her dry clothes, Swathi's mind wandered to the way Aditya's eyes crinkled at the corners when he smiled, and the way his hair curled slightly at the nape of his neck.