Eighth night. Monsoon rain came back hard in Kerala. Water pounded the roof like drums. Wind howled through coconut trees. House dark and quiet. Rahul waited in his room. Body marked from cuts and chokes. Mouth still tasted Bhabhi golden juice. Neck red from scarf. Chest stung from bites. Dick hard waiting for her.

Door opened. Meera came in. Red saree wet and heavy. Blouse torn from last night. Big boobs half out. Nipples dark and hard. Red sindoor smudged. Gold bangles clinked. In her hand: black strap-on. Thick. Long. Shiny. Straps ready.