Priya stood trembling in the living room, her pallu clutched tightly in her fists, fresh cum still leaking down her inner thighs from the car parking encounter. Arjun’s grip on her arm was tight, his eyes burning with rage and confusion. Rajesh stood at the doorway like a silent mountain — calm, dominating, and in complete control.

“Papa… aap kya keh rahe hain?” Arjun asked, voice low and dangerous.