Bani couldn’t stop shaking after watching that video. She had deleted the message immediately, but the images were burned into her mind — her own face twisted in orgasm, moaning like a whore on the terrace while Arjun filled her. Her pussy still ached from last night’s brutal fucking, and dried cum stains were still on her thighs even after two showers. Guilt crushed her. Main kya ban gayi hoon? Maa-baap ne itna sanskaar diya, aur main terrace pe chudwa rahi thi? Yet every time she remembered the feeling of Arjun’s thick cock stretching her, her clit throbbed and fresh wetness leaked.

The next message came at 8 PM: “Auditorium basement rehearsal room. 10 PM sharp. Wear short skirt and no panty. Delete this chat. Come alone or the video goes to your family WhatsApp group.”