The next night was darker and hotter. The Punjab haveli felt quiet after dinner. Everyone went to bed. Chacha drank too much daaru again and slept like a dead man. Aryan waited in his room until midnight. Then he went down quietly.

Anjali was already in the small back room near the cattle shed. She knew Aryan would come. She wore only a thin dupatta wrapped around her body — nothing else. Her big boobs pushed against the cloth. Nipples hard. Her ass still red from yesterday’s slaps.