It was Thursday afternoon. Rohan had left for work at his usual time—8:30 AM, briefcase in hand, barely a glance at Priya. He had a full day of meetings, he said.
Which meant the house belonged to Priya and Vikram.
It had been two weeks since the night on the terrace. Two weeks of unlocked doors at 2 AM, of sneaking up the stairs, of Vikram's hand over her mouth while he f****d her against the wall. Two weeks of secret, dirty, magnificent s*x that had transformed Priya from a starving, neglected wife into a woman who walked around her own house with a constant, throbbing wetness between her legs.
Priya was in the kitchen, prepping lunch. She had just finished kneading the dough for rotis and was chopping vegetables when she felt him. Vikram walked in silently, his bare feet making no s
