Rohit stepped out of Arya's room frustrated, his aching erection still straining painfully against his shorts. The rest of his clothes hung loosely from his shoulders.
Fucking bitch… Why does she have to be so adamant about being exclusive? Are we getting married or something?
He muttered curses under his breath as he headed toward his own room.
But he paused halfway when he noticed the lights on the ground floor suddenly flicker on. He looked down from the railing and saw Mira opening the main door.
Raj walked in carrying Ananya on his shoulder. She was sobbing hard, her face buried in his neck.
Rohit quickly hid in the shadows and peeked downward.
Mira asked softly, "Master… is no one else coming?"
Raj shook his head. "No. Kalyani and her daughter are staying at the hospital tonight. They'll return in the morning. You can close the door."
Mira nodded. Ananya continued crying on Raj's shoulder. "Why is this happening to my son…? They were supposed to celebrate…"
