The farmhouse door creaked open at midnight, the village outside dead silent except for distant dogs barking. Priya lay naked on the living room floor, still sticky from the clinic steps gangbang, her swollen pussy lips red and puffy, cum crusting her inner thighs. She hadn't bothered cleaning up—why would she? Her body was a public canvas now.

Rajesh had made a call earlier that day. "It's time she meets her real blood, bahu. Your father and uncles have been waiting to claim what's theirs." Priya's real father—her biological one, the man who'd abandoned her mother years ago—lived in a nearby town with his three brothers. They'd heard the rumors, seen the leaked videos. Tonight, they were coming to collect.