The first week inside Rudra’s haveli felt like a fever dream that never ended. Meera no longer slept in her father’s mud house. She slept on the big bed in Rudra’s chamber—or on the floor at its foot when he was angry. Clothes became a privilege she rarely earned. In his private rooms, she stayed naked most of the time. When he allowed her a thin cotton nightie, it was so sheer her dark nipples showed through, and the hem barely covered her ass. Every morning she woke to his hand already between her legs, fingers sliding in her pussy before her eyes even opened.