The humid Mumbai evening wrapped around them like a lover's secret as Vijay eased the old Maruti Swift out of the Andheri parking lot. Rohan was away on a business trip to Pune—two whole days of freedom. Priya had suggested the drive: "Papa, chalo long drive pe. Ghar mein risk bohot hai." Vijay had smirked, knowing exactly what she meant. Now, with the city lights blurring past the windows, the air inside the car crackled with anticipation. Priya wore a short red sundress that rode up her thighs, no bra, panties already damp from the thoughts swirling in her mind. Vijay's hand rested on the gear shift, but his eyes kept flicking to her exposed legs.

"Beta, aaj raat tu meri randi banegi poori tarah," he said, voice low and gravelly, shifting gears as they hit the Western Express Highway.