The fifth night Maya arrived earlier than usual, body still marked and aching in the best way. Her chuchiyan carried fading bite marks and handprints, her gaand was still tender from being stretched and spanked, and her chut stayed constantly wet at the thought of Digvijay. She wore almost nothing under a thin shawl. The moment she stepped into the back room he locked the door, grabbed her by the throat lightly, and shoved her back against the rough wooden wall.

“Aaj kuch naya karne wala hoon,” he said, voice already thick with hunger. “Teri dono chedein baari baari se lunga, tera muh bhi phaadunga, aur tujhe khade khade chodunga jab tak teri tangen kaampna shuru na kar dein. Bol, ready hai meri randi?”