The soft glow of the bedside lamp cast long shadows across the modest bedroom in their old family home. It was well past midnight, and the house was silent. Deepak, a widower in his late sixties, lay awake beside his granddaughter Riya. His wife had passed away two years ago, leaving him with a gnawing hunger that no amount of time could satisfy. He hadn't touched another woman since, and the loneliness had turned into a constant, throbbing ache. Riya, his innocent 18-year-old granddaughter, had taken to sleeping in his bed after her parents' frequent travels for work. She trusted him completely, seeing him as the gentle grandfather who told her bedtime stories and chased away nightmares. But tonight, Deepak's mind was twisted with forbidden desire. Her young body pressed against his in sleep had ignited something primal in him, and he couldn't hold back anymore.