Eleventh night. Kerala moon full and bright. No rain. Only soft wind and jasmine smell from temple garden nearby. House asleep. Rahul waited in room. Collar locked tight around neck. Key between Bhabhi boobs. Cuts from knife nights scabbed but itched. Body full of marks — bites, whip lines, piss stains faint on skin. Mouth craved golden juice. Dick hard waiting.

Door opened. Meera came in. Red saree loose and flowing. Blouse low. Big boobs pushed up. Nipples dark under thin fabric. Red sindoor fresh. Gold bangles clinked. Payal jingled. In hand: small knife again. Blade sharp. Eyes black and deep.