
The college mess at Haryana University was a noisy hellhole during dinner rush. Steam hissed from giant pressure cookers, the air thick with the smell of dal, cheap spices, and overcooked rotis. Four sweaty male cooks ruled this kingdom: Raju (the head, burly and bearded), Babu (short but strong with a permanent smirk), Suresh (tall and lanky, always oiled up), and young Vicky (the new helper, skinny but hung like a horse). They worked twelve-hour shifts for peanuts, and the only thing that kept them sane was the occasional fresh pussy from the girls who bitched about the food.
Tonight, that fresh pussy walked in wearing a tight white salwar kameez that hugged her 34D tits and round ass like a second skin. Jiya. Second-year B.Com bitch. Fair skin, long black hair in a ponytail, full lips painted red, and the kind of attitude that made cooks want to slap her. She slammed her steel plate on the counter.



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