The following two days passed in a dangerous mix of normal family life and simmering depravity.

Anjali tried her best to act normal, but the images from that night refused to leave her mind. Every time she looked at Rajesh, she saw the powerful man whose thick cock had been buried in Priya’s mouth. When she glanced at Meena, she remembered her dignified mother-in-law kneeling like a whore, kissing her husband’s thighs. And Priya — the quiet maid — now appeared completely different in Anjali’s eyes.