
((TWO CHAPTERS TOGETHER))
The rapes became ritual, a daily descent into hell. Manik took Nandini wherever anger struck--in the bedroom at dawn, her body still aching from the previous night; in the empty kitchen midday, bent over the counter; even in the courtyard shadows at dusk, hidden from servants. Each time, she begged, 'Ji, no--not again. The pain... Aryan's watching.' But he ignored, forcing her down, cock invading her pussy with violent precision.



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