The heavy, humid air of the bedroom was thick with the scent of sandalwood and sweat, charged with an anticipation that made my skin buzz. I lay back against the pillows, my silk sari already loosened, my heart hammering against my ribs. The two figures by the bed, Madhav and Dilip, my husband’s uncles, watched me with dark, hungry eyes that promised everything my body craved.
“Ab hamari baari hai, Randi Bahu… saath mein chodne ki tayyar hai?” they asked in unison, their voices a low, gravelly harmony that vibrated deep within me.
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