Priya moved around the kitchen like the perfect, dutiful bahu, the black silk saree still draped low and loose on her body from the morning fuck. The pallu hung carelessly over one shoulder, her heavy tits barely covered, nipples stiff and dark against the thin fabric. No blouse, no petticoat, no panties — just the glossy black silk kissing her cum-filled pussy with every step. Rajesh’s load from the kitchen counter and Rohan’s from last night had dried into faint white streaks along her inner thighs, but fresh wetness was already leaking again at the thought of what she was about to do.

She stirred the dal, the fish curry, and the rice with a sweet smile on her face. From her pallu she pulled out the small packet of crushed sleeping pills she’d bought that afternoon. With quick, careful movements she mixed a heavy dose into Shalini’s and Rohan’s portions — double what the chemist had warned. Her own plate and Rajesh’s stayed clean. The maid Rani had already eaten earlier in the servant quarters and wouldn’t be joining them tonight.