Priya’s blood ran cold when Arjun’s fingers traced the dried white stain on her red saree pallu. The unmistakable smell of Rajesh’s cologne mixed with something muskier — the scent of raw sex — lingered on her body. She stood frozen in the living room, her father-in-law watching silently from behind with that calm, dangerous smirk.

“Priya?” Arjun’s voice was low, dominating, but confused. “Yeh kya hai? Tu mandir gayi thi na? Phir yeh smell aur yeh stain…”