The afternoon sun blazed high over the palace, turning the inner gardens into a vivid tapestry of color and light. Lord Vikram had planned a quiet lunch with Ananya in the private dining chamber that overlooked the gardens through delicate lattice windows. Servants brought trays of fragrant biryani, spiced lamb curry, fresh naan, and sweet mango lassi before bowing and leaving them completely alone. The room was cool and intimate, yet the bright daylight streaming through the lattice made everything feel dangerously exposed.

Ananya sat across from him, wearing only the ruby studded golden collar hidden beneath a loose silk dupatta. Her massive breasts were already heavy and full from the morning dose of Shatavari, pressing against the thin fabric of her choli with faint wet spots forming over her dark nipples. She ate slowly, but her mind was clearly elsewhere. After several minutes of silence, she set her spoon down and looked up at him with flushed cheeks.