The air thickened between us, the weight of his question hanging heavy in the room.“I just… I need to know,” he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper.I felt a flutter of emotions—curiosity, concern, and a hint of something else I couldn’t quite name. “Apples and oranges.”“What?” Vinay looked confused.“Apples and oranges—two different fruits. Desi xvideo My first husband, Ashish, remains a dear friend—after all, he is Jatin’s father.Despite my parents’ confusion about our friendship, I find it comforting. I reached out, placing my hand on his, hoping to reassure him. I sensed that this was about more than just finances, a tension building that made me acutely aware of our closeness.“Just tell me,” I urged softly, leaning in, my curiosity mixed with concern.Vinay’s gaze shifted, the playful atmosphere suddenly taking a serious turn. “I mean… am I better than him in bed?”A mix of surprise and confusion washed over me. Ashish had been amazing in bed—not that Vinay was bad.
