The sound of Pratap Singh’s wet, rhythmic suckling filled the silent hall. Riya was frozen, her mind screaming but her body held firm by the two stone-faced women attendants. She could feel her Shoshor’s teeth scraping against her tender nipple, a brutal contrast to the soft, pampered life she had lived in the city.
"Ahhh... please... Baba, enough," Riya sobbed, her head lolling back as the shame washed over her.






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