The next night felt different. Heavy. Like the air itself knew something big was coming. The Punjab haveli was quiet after dinner. Everyone went to bed early. Chacha drank less this time — maybe because of what he saw last night — but he still snored in his room. The rest of the family slept deep.

Anjali waited in the back room near the cattle shed. She was already naked. Lying on an old mattress Aryan had put there days ago. Legs open. Hands above her head like she was tied — though nothing held her. Her marked boobs rose and fell fast. “ARYAN’S” carved letters looked darker now, healing into faint scars. Her pussy was shaved clean, wet and ready. She touched her flat belly. Whispered to herself, “Tonight… master will breed chachi for real.”