The third night came with an air heavier than before. Chandni i thought perhaps things would calm after yesterday’s “naach rasam,” but instead she was dressed even more provocatively.

Her grandmother placed a golden-yellow saree in her hands. The blouse was shorter, its neckline plunging, the saree pleated lower than the before now showing her pussy hole and her hips. Chandni had protested shyly, “Dadi, yeh… yeh bahut chhota hai.” But the elder only smiled, “Bahu, yeh toh rasmon ka hissa hai. Shaant raho.”