I’m Manik , 28, 5’10”, with a lean, muscular frame and a wheatish complexion. My short, scruffy beard and messy black hair give me a rugged look. I’m a software engineer at an IT firm, my days filled with coding, coffee, and occasional nights out with friends. I live alone in a small flat near my office, a cozy setup where I unwind with movies or a cold beer. I’m reserved but can be charming and quick-witted when the mood strikes, especially around someone interesting.

Next door, in another flat, lives a group of girls, including Nandani , 26, a 5’4” knockout with fair skin and a killer 34-26-36 figure. Her long, silky black hair falls to her waist, and her deep brown eyes seem to hide a playful secret. She’s always in tight tops or shorts, her round ass and full breasts impossible to miss. Her smile is mischievous, her voice soft and sultry, like she’s always teasing. She works somewhere, but I’ve never pried. We’ve only exchanged brief hellos, nothing deep.