After the chaos in Mumbai, Priya, Rajesh, and Amit fled to a quiet village in Maharashtra, where Rajesh owned a old farmhouse surrounded by sugarcane fields and nosy neighbors. The air was thick with the smell of earth and monsoon rains, but Priya's life was anything but peaceful. Now heavily pregnant with what they suspected was Rajesh's child—though the DNA test was still a secret—they lived openly as a twisted family. Amit had forgiven them, sort of, but his forgiveness came with a price: he wanted to watch. "If you're my slut wife, then let me see you get ruined," he snarled one night, jerking off as Rajesh pounded Priya's swollen pussy on the living room floor.

Rajesh, ever the dominant sasur, loved the idea. "Bahu, you're our village whore now. Time to show off that pregnant belly." Priya's body had changed—her tits were massive, leaking milk, her ass rounder, and her cunt always wet from hormones. She craved cock constantly, fingering herself in the fields when alone.