The morning of the twelfth day came grey and quiet. Low clouds hung over the Shimla hills. Soft rain tapped the cottage windows. Inside, the four of them woke in the same tangled heap on the big bed. Sheets were kicked to the floor. Skin was marked with the dried white trails of cum and the faint yellow stains of pee that never fully washed away anymore.

Arjun opened his eyes first. Neha’s head lay on his chest. One soft boob pressed warm against his side. Meera slept with her face against his stomach, her hand resting loosely on his dick. Vikram was behind Meera, arm around her waist, face buried in her hair.