
Ananya lay on the marital bed with her legs open exactly as she had been told.
The ceiling fan turned in slow circles above her. Afternoon light filtered through the half-drawn curtains. Between her thighs she could feel the slow, thick leak of Rajendra’s cum still seeping out of her and soaking into the sheet. The soft cotton of her kameez was bunched around her waist. Her panties and salwar lay on the floor where she had dropped them.






















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