It was a cold night, snowing heavily outside the room. Suhani lay under her blanket, wearing only her bra and panties. It must have been around one o'clock, and even on that snowy night, her body was drenched in sweat. She got up and first removed her bra, and then the tiny panties that were stuck between her full, large buttocks. She slowly rolled them down her wide thighs and tossed them aside. Then, she took a deep breath, caressing the triangular area hidden between her thighs and the hardening curves above. Today was the first time she was lying completely naked under the blanket. Ever since she became a teenager, lying naked had been a dream of hers, and today she felt so relaxed, sleep had eluded her.
It had been a month and a half since Suhani had joined her job. She had been appointed as a manager in a prestigious tourist company, and this was her first major job. Working in a hill station like Shimla was nothing short of a dream, especially since the greenery, snow-capped mountains, and serene atmosphere were so captivating.

Suhani was a beautiful 26-year-old woman. She was tall, her hair so long it hung down to her full curves. She had prominent cheekbones, pink lips, a long neck, and slightly oversized breasts surrounded by large brown circles. She had a slender waist, with a deep navel visible in the center. Her lower back was also wide. Her thighs were full, and her buttocks were perfectly round and large.
As the night waned, she reflected on her past.

She was born into a traditional family. She lived in a joint family, where the discipline was so strict that she couldn't even dry her bra and panties in the open. She remembered how she'd often been unable to remove the thick, curly hair growing on her vagina for six months because someone was always in the bathroom. Whenever she had a free moment, she'd use a shoddy razor, which had often injured the outer lips of her vagina.

Then she also remembered that the room next to her study room was the bedroom of her brother and her Bhabhi, who were newly married. When she studied at night, her Bhabhi's loud sobs would distract her. The sound of her Bhabhi's bangles and anklets would weigh heavy on her heart. A fire would burn within her. She often thought she shouldn't see her brother and Bhabhi in this state. Yet, when she looked through the crack in the door, a volcano would erupt within her. She'd often seen her brother, her Bhabhi's legs on his shoulders, fucking her with his large penis between her thighs, without stopping or tiring.

Sometimes, her Bhabhi would bend like a horse, and Suhani could clearly see her bare, hairy vagina. So clearly that even the red, tender hole in the middle was visible. Sometimes, her brother would lick her Bhabhi's puffy vagina, and sometimes, her Bhabhi would lean on his waist, sucking his penis like a lollipop. Seeing all this, she would often try to reach for the refrigerator. She would think, "If only I could find a long brinjal," but her mind would stop there, because vegetables were so scarce in her house.

Other times, she would satisfy herself by fingering herself or rubbing the pillow between her thighs. But now, in Shimla, she was completely free, and today, for the first time, she lay completely naked. She couldn't sleep at all.

Today was Sunday. The day was rising... The first hints of cold were freezing like showers on Suhani's window panes. She sat in her small rented flat, looking out the window. This flat was located in a quiet neighborhood, a little away from the busy part of the city, with a direct view of the snow-capped mountains.
Shimla was a new beginning for Suhani—a new city, a new job, and a new identity.

She was trying to adjust to the city's pace, but in the lap of nature, she felt a little more at peace with herself every day. After office work, she would often go for walks alone—sometimes to enjoy the hustle and bustle of Mall Road, sometimes to enjoy the tranquility of the Ridge, and sometimes to get lost in the waterfalls and pine forests.

This cool Shimla afternoon was like a poem to her—slow, beautiful, and mysterious. She wanted these moments to linger, so she could absorb every color, every scent, and every feeling of this hill town.
It was a beautiful and powerful beginning. Let's elaborate on this, embellish it with emotional depth and introspection, so that the reader can experience Suhani's sense of freedom and the transformation within her:
Suhani came from a traditional Rajasthani family, where girls were raised within certain boundaries.

A girl's upright posture, soft speech, and a sense of decorum were considered hallmarks of her upbringing. It was even said that a girl's dignity resided in her dress and behavior. From childhood, Suhani had been taught that modesty and respect were her hallmarks—not to enter the courtyard without a veil, to sleep in a full-sleeved kurta and salwar, even at night, and, most importantly, to dry things like her bra and panties secretly, as if they were a crime.
She never fought these rules—perhaps not because she believed them to be right, but because she never had the opportunity to learn or understand anything else.

But coming to Shimla, her life seemed to breathe a completely new air.
Here, in her small flat, she was living for herself for the first time. These four walls were not the limits of her freedom, but the boundaries of her dreams. Now she didn't need anyone's permission to decide when, what, and how she should live.

She could sleep late in the morning, and at night, she could lie comfortably on the floor wearing a light nightie or just a T-shirt. She could expose her bra and panties to the sun without fear of being taunted or cast a glance.
Now it was up to her to decide when to wear them and when to take them off—for now her body belonged solely to her, and there were no restrictions on her thoughts.
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