Priya woke up to the sound alarm at 5 AM. She lay in bed next to Rohan, listening to the muffled sounds of Vikram moving around in his room opening his cupboard, folding his clothes, zipping his old leather suitcase. Each sound was a small knife in her chest.
He was leaving. Tomorrow morning. The month was over.
She had known this day was coming. She had tried to prepare herself. But nothing could have prepared her for the hollow, gnawing ache that spread through her body as she listened to him pack. Her p***y, which had been so thoroughly satisfied for weeks, already felt the ghost of emptiness returning. The starvation was coming back.
Rohan woke up at seven, completely oblivious as always. He stretched, yawned, and looked at Priya with that vacant, disinterested expression she had c
