Ananya spent the entire day wet.

It didn’t matter that she changed her panties twice before noon. By the afternoon lecture the soft cotton was clinging again, every shift of her thighs sending small sparks through her oversensitive clit. She could still feel the ghost of Rohan’s cock sliding through her folds the night before—thick, hot, deliberately denying her. The memory of his voice saying I’m going to make you beg sat low in her belly like a second pulse.