The rain started at midnight like the sky was pissing itself in anger. Thunder cracked loud enough to shake the old haveli walls. Water hammered the tin roof of the attic. Priya climbed the narrow wooden stairs barefoot, heart slamming against her ribs. She obeyed Raj’s order exactly — nothing under the thin white nightie. No bra. No panties. The fabric stuck to her sweaty skin the moment she stepped into the humid air. Her big dark nipples poked through like hard black berries. Between her thighs, her pussy lips were already swollen and slick from thinking about him all day. Every step made her clit rub against her own thighs. Wetness dripped slow down her inner legs.

The attic door creaked open. Dim moonlight mixed with one flickering oil lamp. Shadows danced on old wooden beams, trunks, and dusty mattresses. Raj waited in the middle like a predator. Shirt gone. Trousers open. His thick cock hung out heavy — dark, veiny, already leaking clear precum from the fat tip. Balls low and full. Hairy chest rising slow. Eyes black with something cruel.