Ninth night turned into morning. No rain now. Kerala sun rose soft through coconut trees. House still quiet. Rahul woke early. Neck sore from scarf. Ass still ached from strap last night. Body full of Bhabhi marks — cuts scabbed, bites red, piss smell faint on skin. Mouth dry. Waiting.

Door opened quiet. Meera came in. Red saree fresh. Blouse tight on big boobs. Red sindoor perfect. Gold bangles and payal shining. In hand: black leather collar. Thick. Silver lock. Small key on chain between her boobs.