Maya Mohini was the epitome of Mumbai’s elite desi housewife—curvy as hell, with those killer measurements that turned heads even in the stuffy lanes of Bandra: 42E tits that strained against any blouse she wore, a 36-inch waist that flared out into a 44-inch ass so thicc it could make a rickshaw driver swerve. At 40, she carried her voluptuous frame like a queen, her skin a warm caramel glow from all those lazy afternoons by the Arabian Sea balcony. Her armpits were a wild, untamed bush of dark curls—she never shaved there, calling it “natural womanhood” in that haughty ... Read more