Morning came slow in the Punjab haveli. Sunlight entered through small windows. The family gathered in the courtyard for tea and parathas. Everyone looked normal. But nothing was normal anymore.

Anjali came down last. She wore a loose salwar-kameez. Dupatta covered her neck and chest carefully. The knife marks on her boobs — “ARYAN’S” — were hidden under cloth. But every move made them sting. Cum from last night’s breeding still leaked slow from her pussy. She walked careful. Legs shaky.