The hall was thick with the smell of sweat and the disgusting sounds of wet slurping. Riya’s breasts, once her pride, were now swollen, red, and covered in the sticky saliva of four different men. Her spirit was shattering. Just as she thought the torture was over, the youngest brother of her father-in-law, her Chacha Sasur, stepped forward with a wicked grin.
"Bhaiya, I want a special blessing from this city raand," he said, looking at Pratap Singh.






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