The morning light filtered through the haveli windows, but for Priya, the sun felt like a mocking presence. The memory of the previous night's intimacy—the brutal pleasure, the vulnerable surrender, the sheer act of defiance—replayed in her mind, a constant, relentless loop.

She was alone in her room, the heavy silk drapes drawn, creating a sense of isolated intimacy. She was naked, her swollen, pregnant body a stark testament to her transgression, to her desperate desire. She was pacing, the emptiness in her stomach mirroring the emptiness in her heart.