Time in the haveli had lost its normal shape. Days blurred into nights of sweat, moans, and the heavy scent of sex that never quite left the air. Meera’s body had begun to change first. Her boobs grew heavier, fuller—already large, now swollen and tender. Dark circles appeared around her nipples. Her belly started to round, soft at first, then unmistakable. She was pregnant. Rudra’s child. No question whose seed had taken root after months of him filling her pussy almost daily, pulling out only when he wanted to mark her skin instead.

Rudra noticed the moment her period didn’t come. He made her stand naked in the morning light streaming through the jharokha window. Ran his rough palm over the slight swell of her belly. Squeezed her boobs until milk beads appeared at the tips—early, thin, but real.