
Raniβs life had become a secret hell of pleasure and shame. Every night she sneaked out of her small room while her drunk husband Ramesh snored loudly on the thin mattress. She would quietly walk to Mr. Guptaβs bigger house at the end of the slum lane, her heart beating fast with fear and excitement.
Tonight was especially risky. Ramesh had come home early and was sleeping just a few meters away from Mr. Guptaβs room. The thin walls of the slum houses made every sound dangerous.




















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