
The front gate creaked open, jolting Meena from her daydream. She was in the kitchen, her body still humming with the memory of Prem's rough handling from the night before. Her ass was sore, her pussy tender, but a deep, satisfying ache that reminded her of her place.
An old woman strode in, her spine ramrod straight, her white saree pleated with military precision. Her face was a roadmap of strict disapproval, her eyes dark and piercing as they swept across the house before landing on Meena.










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