The heavy wooden door of Armaan's private bedroom clicked shut once more as he entered the room the following night. Anaysha sat on the edge of the massive king sized bed her body still aching from the previous night's relentless teasing. She was no longer tied. The ropes had been removed earlier leaving faint red marks on her wrists. At twenty her innocent beauty appeared even more vulnerable now with her white salwar kameez wrinkled and her long dark hair tangled around her shoulders. Wide fearful eyes glared at him with renewed defiance as he approached. They were entirely alone again in this luxurious enclosed space thick curtains drawn tight and no guards or witnesses anywhere near. The dim lighting cast harsh shadows making Armaan appear even more intimidating.