Sunlight streamed through the sheer curtains, waking Shanaya with a groan. Her body ached, a dull, satisfying throb between her legs that reminded her of exactly what she’d done the night before. Aryan’s pathetic face floated in her mind, but she pushed it away, replaced instantly by the image of Rishi’s thick, veiny cock. She stretched, feeling the soreness in her muscles, a smile playing on her lips.

Then came the noise. Shouting from downstairs. The heavy thud of suitcases hitting the marble floor.