The morning sun filtered through the heavy curtains of the grand haveli bedroom as Rahul dragged both sisters upstairs from the underground chamber. Priya could barely walk, her legs shaking, cum still leaking down her inner thighs onto the marble floor with every step. Her torn sari was loosely wrapped around her marked body, doing nothing to hide the welts, bites, and dried filth. Riya followed silently, wrist firmly in Rahul’s grip, her salwar kameez rumpled and her innocent face pale with shock and unspoken confusion.

“From now on, both of you belong to me in this sasural,” Rahul declared, locking the bedroom door behind them. “Priya, you already know your place. Riya will learn quickly.”