As the first slivers of dawn crept through the heavy drapes of Rajgarh Mahal, the air was thick with unresolved tension. Shweta lay awake, her heart racing, replaying the whirlwind of sensations from the previous night. Raghuveer’s whispered promises echoed in her mind, intertwining with her conflicting emotions. She felt like a marionette, strings pulled by the weight of desire and the shackles of fear.

He gave her the required rest he wanted to give to her after the intense orgasms. It was midnight his rabbit was sleeping peacefully after feeding him her nectar and the whole night he memorized her body parts from top to bottom and kissed her every mark and scar with his lips.