I cried myself to sleep that night, holding my little Aryan tightly in my arms. Rajesh thought I was just tired. He kissed my forehead lovingly and went to sleep, completely unaware that his devoted wife had let a 19-year-old boy squeeze her heavy married breasts behind their own house.

The guilt was unbearable. Every time I remembered Rohit’s rough palms mauling my chuchiyan, pinching my hard nipples, I felt like dying of shame. Priya, tu kya ho gayi hai? Ek maa, ek patni… aur ab kisi ladke ke haathon mein apni gaand aur chuchiyan dabwa rahi hai? I hated my body for betraying me. I hated how wet my chut had become just from his touch. I swore on everything I loved that tomorrow I would not even go near the kitchen.