The first faint blush of dawn painted the sky, but in Shiv's bedroom, the night's depravity still lingered. Mitali was curled against him, her naked body warm and pliant, her head on his chest. His hand rested possessively on her ass, a silent claim of ownership. As the first rays of sun crept through the window, Shiv's eyes opened. He felt the familiar morning ache in his loins, a need that only his bahu could satisfy.

He nudged her awake. "Uth, meri rani. Doodh ka time ho gaya hai."