The day dragged on in a haze of forced normalcy inside the luxurious Sharma villa. Rajesh and Vikram left for the office after breakfast, the two brothers chatting easily about business deals and pending contracts as if nothing had changed. Priya moved through the house with her usual graceful efficiency — overseeing the kitchen, helping Meena with Aryan, and spending time with Dadi in the temple. Her light-blue saree hid the marks on her body well, but every step reminded her of the double claiming she had endured: Rajesh’s rough morning thrust that had jolted her awake, and Vikram’s breeding session just hours before that.

Arjun stayed mostly in his room, pretending to study or scroll on his phone, but his mind was a battlefield. He replayed every sound he had heard through the slightly open master bedroom door — his mother’s startled gasp when Rajesh slammed into her sleeping body, her moans as he fucked her hard from behind, the wet slapping sounds, the dirty talk about owning her married cunt. Then the earlier images from the last room flooded in: Priya begging Vikram to impregnate her while still leaking her husband’s cum.