The living room door swung open fully, and her father walked in, tossing his jacket onto a chair. "Sameer! Sorry I’m late, the traffic was a nightmare. Neha, beta, have you looked after our guest?"

Sameer sat back, his massive frame radiating a heat that seemed to fill the room. He gave a calm, fair-skinned smile, though his eyes were still dark with the lingering filth of their secret. "She’s been a perfect hostess, Rajesh. Very... attentive."