
Sixth night. Rain stopped. Kerala air thick and humid. House silent. Rahul waited in kitchen corner. Meera told him to come there tonight. No cot. No lamp. Only small moonlight from window. His wrists still red from ties. Chest cuts scabbed but stung.
Door opened quiet. Meera entered. Red saree loose. Blouse unhooked top. Big boobs half out. Nipples dark. Red sindoor smudged little. Gold bangles clinked soft. In hand: black scarf from her blouse.




















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