Rohan stood behind Priya in their bedroom, the late afternoon light filtering through the half-drawn curtains. She was still dressed in the simple salwar kameez she had worn earlier, the soft cotton clinging to her curves. He had already removed her dupatta and folded it neatly on the chair. His hands rested on her shoulders as he guided her forward until the edge of the bed pressed against the front of her thighs.

"Lean over," he said, voice low and steady. "Hands behind your back."