Maeyra stood pinned against the ornate wall, her back pressed firmly to the cool surface. Her swollen lips parted as she panted heavily, the continuous kisses having left them plump and throbbing. Her neck and collarbones were already marked with numerous dark hickeys, visible signs of his angry claim. The heavy red lehenga still clung to her lower body, but her dupatta was long gone. Her hazel eyes remained downcast, filled with deep embarrassment and overwhelming humiliation. Her entire body trembled violently, the shivers running through her petite frame making her anklets jingle continuously. She felt exposed even in her partially clothed state, the mangalsutra around her neck a constant reminder of the forced bond.

Arjun’s fingers were already at the front of her tight red choli, tugging slowly at the delicate strings that held the blouse together over her full breasts. Maeyra’s breath hitched sharply. She immediately began to struggle, her small henna-decorated hands rising to push weakly but frantically at his broad chest and wrist.