The roar of multiple helicopters filled the night sky over Bandra as the international delegations arrived. The apartment — now the epicenter of the greatest scandal in human history — buzzed with raw power and depravity. Ananya lay in the center, a cum-drenched, broken-yet-eager mess. Her young body was swollen, every hole gaping and overflowing with liters of Indian cum from soldiers, politicians, judges, and her own father. Her face, tits, and hair were glazed white. Yet her eyes still burned with insatiable hunger as she looked at Rajesh.

“Papa… the world is coming for your daughter…”