The day had passed in a haze of deep rest and quiet recovery. Ananya slept for most of the morning and afternoon, her body still humming from the intense stretching, the relentless milking, and the vivid marking under the sunrise. Lord Vikram let her rest without disturbance, only waking her gently in the late afternoon with soft kisses along her shoulder and a tray of light fruits, fresh mango slices, and cool rose scented water.
"You needed the rest, my beautiful bitch," he murmured as she blinked awake. "The pavilion took a lot from you. But today, before the sun begins to set, I am taking you for the drive I promised. Just you and me. I will drive the private black car myself. No one else will be there."
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