Rohan left early Monday morning for a business metting. Priya stood at the front door, watching him shove his suitcase into the car. He barely looked at her. He barely looked at anything. He mumbled something about a two-day conference in Pune, told her to take care of the house, and told her to make sure his father was comfortable. Then he drove off, the car disappearing around the corner, and the house went silent.
Priya went back inside and closed the door. She leaned against it, exhaling slowly. Two days. Two whole days with just her and Vikram in the house. The thought made her stomach tighten and her p***y clench. She hated herself for it. He was her father-in-law. A sixty-year-old man. It was wrong. It was dirty. It was forbidden in every way possible.
But her body didn't care abo
