Morning light filtered through the villa’s sheer curtains, painting golden streaks across the tangled sheets. Meera stirred first, her body still tender from the night before. Vikrant’s arm lay heavy across her waist, his breathing slow and deep against her neck. She slipped free carefully, padding barefoot across the cool marble toward the en-suite bathroom.

Steam rose the moment she turned on the shower. Hot water cascaded over her shoulders, washing away dried traces of his cum that had leaked down her thighs while she slept. She closed her eyes, letting the heat soothe the faint bruises on her hips where his fingers had gripped her.