The afternoon sun beat down mercilessly on the courtyard as she stood there, completely bare as she had been commanded to remain since her wedding three months ago. Her husband, Rajesh, had decreed it—she would never wear clothes in the house, always available, always exposed. Her skin had darkened to a rich bronze from the constant exposure, her nipples hardened into permanent dark buds, her shaved cunt on full display.

The sound of motorcycles approaching made her stomach clench. Rajesh's friends—Vikram, Suresh, and that fat bastard Mohan—were coming over as they did every Saturday to drink and play cards.