The first rays of sunlight filtered through the carved windows, painting the room in soft gold. Chandni stirred slowly, her body aching in ways she had never known before. Her lips were swollen, her thighs sore, her chest marked with kisses and bites that told the story of the night.

She tried to pull the sheet over herself, but it slipped away — her saree and blouse were nowhere to be seen. Only her nakedness remained, glowing in the dawn light.