They spent the entire week at Anisha's official residence in Prayagraj.
Arahan fucked them every day, sometimes separately, sometimes together. Mornings in the sunlit study with files pushed aside; afternoons on the shaded veranda, curtains drawn tight against prying eyes; nights in Anisha's wide bed, mother and daughter side by side, legs spread, taking turns riding him slow and deep, licking each other clean when he finished in one.
Anisha taught Noorzadi new ways to please him, how to swirl her tongue just under the head, and how to squeeze her inner walls at the exact moment he bottomed out.
Noorzadi showed her mother how to beg filthier, voice low and broken, words shameless: "Fill me again, Arahan… breed me like you bred my daughter."
They shared him without jealousy, only hunger, only gratitude.
By the end of the week, both Noorzadi and Anisha discovered they were pregnant.
