The next night, Priya lied to her family that she was going to the village gaushala (cattle shed) to deliver some special fodder and medicines for the sick buffalo that belonged to their distant relative. The large, old gaushala was located on the far edge of the village, surrounded by thick trees and empty fields. After sunset, it became completely isolated. The whole gaon still believed Priya was their pure, innocent daughter — the girl who never stayed out late, spoke softly, and always kept her dupatta tightly pinned.

But Priya’s body had turned into a hungry fire. Her shaved pussy was constantly wet, her heavy breasts ached for rough hands, and the memory of getting fucked like a cheap whore in secret places made her thighs rub together while walking. She wore a thin black saree that clung to her curves, with a low-cut blouse that barely contained her deep cleavage.