The morning after the orgy, Seema lay curled up in her bed, her body aching and her mind a whirlwind of emotions. The events of the previous night had left her drained, both physically and mentally. She felt violated, humiliated, and yet, there was a strange sense of defiance burning within her. Vikrant's cruel game had pushed her to the edge, but she refused to let him break her completely.

Unbeknownst to Seema, Vikrant's cousin, Ajay, had been a silent observer of the unfolding drama. He had watched as Vikrant manipulated and controlled Seema, his dark desires twisting her into a plaything. Ajay, a man with his own twisted appetites, saw an opportunity in Seema's vulnerability. He approached her the next day, his voice smooth and laced with false concern. "Seema, you look unwell," he said, his eyes scanning her pale face and trembling form. "Vikrant's games are too much for you, aren't they? I can offer you a way out, a chance to escape his control."