Priya’s body froze against the cold water tank on the terrace. Rajesh’s massive, still-hard cock was pressed between her ass cheeks, his strong hand clamped tightly over her mouth. His hot breath burned her ear as he whispered dominantly, “Ek bhi awaaz nahi, meri sharmili randi. Warna sab khatam.”

Arjun’s footsteps came closer in the darkness. “Priya? Kya kar rahi hai yahan? Neend nahi aa rahi kya?”