Hey guys, I’m Nishant, living in Delhi. This is a raw, twisted truth from my life I’m about to spill. It’s a bit heavy, but damn, it was fun too. It’s a long tale, but if you stick till the end, you’ll feel the heat. My family’s got four people: me, Nishant, 22, a college guy, average height, fit, a bit shy but curious as hell. My younger sister Nisha, 18, in 12th grade, with those fair legs and innocent face that turn heads in her school uniform. My mom, Reema, 42, a housewife who loves her social life and kitty parties, with a figure so hot the neighbor aunties burn with jealousy. My dad, Rajesh, 45, a shopkeeper, strict outside but chill at home, always sneaking back for “lunch.”