The sixth night the air inside the haveli felt electric, heavy with the promise of something dirtier. Priya spent the entire day moving carefully, every step reminding her of the thick load Vikram had left in her ass the night before. She had woken beside Rohan with a faint, sticky wetness still between her cheeks. When she showered she had cleaned herself only enough to be presentable. The rest of his seed she left inside, exactly as he would have wanted.

Rohan came home early, complaining of a mild fever. He took medicine, ate little, and went to bed before sunset, leaving the door to their room only half-closed. The soft sound of his breathing drifted into the courtyard.