The silence left by the brothers’ departure was a physical thing, thick and humming with the residue of their fucking. Akshara shifted on the mussed sheets, the cotton cool against her flushed skin. Her gaze drifted to Aarohi, who was already sitting up, pulling her knees to her chest.

“So,” Aarohi said, her voice a low, amused murmur. Her eyes, dark and knowing, scanned the room as if taking inventory of the wreckage. “That happened.”