The Innocent Saali’s Secret DutyRavi stretched lazily on the living-room sofa, his eyes glued to the kitchen where his wife Nia was humming while chopping vegetables. Life was perfect on the outside — good job, beautiful wife, nice apartment in the city. But inside his pants, his cock was a constant, throbbing monster that Nia could barely satisfy anymore. She was always tired from her office job, and their sex had become polite, quick, and once a week at best.Then Sargun arrived.Nia’s little sister had just turned 21 and moved from their conservative village for her first internship. She was tiny, soft-skinned, with big doe eyes and long black hair she kept in a single braid like a schoolgirl. She wore salwar kameez that covered every inch of her body, prayed twice a day, and blushed if anyone even said the word “boyfriend.” She had zero idea about sex. None. She once asked Nia why married people closed the bedroom door — “Didi, do you pray together at night?”Ravi’s cock twitched the moment she walked in with her little suitcase.“Jiju, I’m so sorry to trouble you,” Sargun said on her first evening, folding her hands and bowing her head like a proper saali. “I’ll stay in the guest room and help didi with everything. I promise I won’t be a burden.”Nia kissed her sister’s forehead. “Ravi is the best. He’ll take care of you like his own sister.”Ravi smiled sweetly, but inside he was already planning.