
They ate late.
Arjun had simple food brought to the house β fresh fish, rice, and cold water. Priya sat on the bed wrapped only in one of his shirts. The fabric smelled like him. Every time she moved, the soft cotton rubbed against her sore nipples and the sticky remnants of piss and cum still on her skin. He watched her eat in silence, eyes dark, as if measuring how much she could still take.




















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