The next day dawned heavy with guilt and fear in the old Jaipur haveli. Priya moved like a ghost through the house, her body still aching from the kitchen encounter. Every time she bent to sweep the floor or reached for a vessel in the kitchen, she felt Rajesh’s rough fingers on her breasts and his thick digits stretching her dripping choot. Her cheeks burned with shame. Yeh kya ho raha hai mujhse? Main Arjun ki patni hoon... lekin Sasurji ke haath ne mujhe itna garam kar diya.

Arjun called in the afternoon from Mumbai. His deep, commanding voice sent shivers down her spine.