The ghee rich lunch sat heavy in Priya's belly, a warm, languid torpor mixing with the bhaang infused thandai Ranjeet had insisted she drink. He had fed her with his own hands, each morsel an act of dominance, his other hand working steadily, obscenely, between her thighs beneath the tablecloth. The remnants of that dark feast were on his fingers now, glistening as he brought them to his lips with a wolfish smile.
"Ab chalo, meri randi bahu," he murmured, the words a caress and a brand. "Haveli dikhaata hoon tujhe… proper tarike se. Holi abhi bhi chal rahi hai… aur tu ab is ghar ki nayi property hai."
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