The scent of their shared release still hung thick in the air, a potent cocktail of musk and salt and shattered tradition. Harshad’s declaration—“This is just the beginning”—vibrated through Priya’s very bones, a promise and a threat that left her trembling against him. Shivangi watched them, a slow, possessive smile gracing her lips as she saw the dazed surrender in her aunt’s eyes. This was her creation. Her masterpiece of desire.

Her own body, still humming from its recent claiming, hummed with a new, commanding energy. It’s not enough for her to just watch, the thought ignited in her mind. She needs to see it all.