The next morning, Vikrant woke up with a mind clouded by jealousy and a body throbbing with unquenched lust. The image of Seema with Rajat, her lips on another man’s, had seared itself into his memory, and he couldn’t shake the need to reclaim her—to remind her, and himself, who she belonged to. His plan formed quickly, fueled by a dangerous mix of anger and desire. He would organize an orgy, an extravagant display of decadence, and force Seema to confront her deepest fears and desires. But he wouldn’t humiliate her in front of the crowd. No, he had something far more intimate—and punishing—in mind.