I was 24, living with my family in our old house in Lucknow. My elder sister Priya was 28, recently divorced, and had moved back home. She was the kind of woman who turned heads without even trying — tall, fair, with long wavy black hair, sharp features, and a body that had become fuller and more womanly after marriage. Her breasts were heavy, her waist still slim, and her hips had that soft, inviting curve. She was strict, responsible, and always treated me like her little brother.