Aarohi’s phone buzzed at 11:47 p.m. on a Thursday night. She was already in bed, lights off, thighs still sticky from the shameful solo session she’d just finished—fingers circling her clit while replaying the memory of Dr. Mehra’s bare cock stretching her open on the examination table, his cum flooding her unprotected womb.

The message was from an unknown number, but she knew instantly.