I spent the whole night hugging Aryan tightly, crying silently so Rajesh wouldn’t wake up. My chut was still swollen and wet from Rohit’s fingers. Every time I moved, I felt the sticky wetness between my thighs reminding me what I had done. Priya, tu kya ho gayi hai? Ek maa… ek patni… aur kal us ladke ke haathon mein apni chut ragadwa rahi thi? The guilt was killing me. I swore on my son’s life that today I would not go anywhere near that kitchen window. I would stay locked in the bedroom the entire afternoon.

But at 2:15 PM, my body started burning again. My nipples turned hard. My chut began throbbing. I tried to fight it. I played with Aryan, read him stories, but my eyes kept drifting to the clock. At 2:25 I couldn’t stop myself anymore.