The next morning dawned bright and unforgiving in the Rathore bungalow. Priya and Lakshmi had spent the entire night standing naked in the corner as ordered legs spread, hands on their heads, bodies aching from the previous evening’s brutal punishment. Their choot and gaand were still red and swollen from the hard slaps and ice, the permanent marker words still boldly visible on their tits and bellies: “DOODH WALE KI RANDI” and “RATHORE KI RANI NAHI… SADHARAN DOODH WALI RANDI”. The black ink refused to fade, a constant humiliating reminder of their betrayal.

At 7 AM sharp, Rajesh, Aryan, and Suresh walked into the living room, freshly showered and already rock-hard. Four days of business trip plus the rage of discovering outsider cum in their personal randis had turned their hunger into pure animalistic fury. No mercy today. No gentle warm-up. Only raw, savage reclamation.