My name is Rinki, a 21-year-old college girl from Delhi, living in a modest middle-class neighborhood in a creaky two-story house. I’m fair-skinned, with a slim waist, long black hair, and deep brown eyes that turn heads wherever I go. My 34B tits, perky and firm, fill out my tight tops perfectly, and I know how to flaunt them. My dad, Ramesh, is a government clerk, always buried in files, while my mom, Sunita, is a housewife, keeping our home running. Then there’s my grandpa, Ramlal, a 68-year-old lean man with white whiskers and a glint in his eyes that hides a cunning streak. He’s the local moneylender, flush with cash, respected by the neighborhood but secretly obsessed with young girls. To the outside world, he’s the sweet old man handing out candies to kids, but I know better. My best friend, Pinky, his cousin’s granddaughter, is 22, bubbly, with 32C tits that she loves showing off in skin-tight clothes. She once confessed to me that Grandpa fucked her, and ever since, a twisted spark of curiosity about him has been burning inside me.