Priya stood trembling on the terrace, her legs weak, thick cousin cum still leaking from both her stretched chut and gaand into her salwar. The wet patches on the floor were glistening under the moonlight. Tauji, two uncles, and a couple of neighboring uncles who had come to help with wedding lights stared at her flushed face, messy hair, and the suspicious damp spots near her feet.

“Priya beta, sab theek hai na? Chehra kyun laal hai? Aur yeh paani kaisa?” Tauji asked, his voice concerned but with a hint of doubt. He was 48, strong-built from years of farming, with a thick mustache and authoritative presence.