The heavy monsoon rain beat down hard against the tall glass windows of the Chauhan haveli, but inside the master suite, the air was scorching, thick with the scent of sweat, musk, and heated skin. Jeevika was three months pregnant, her belly swelling softly, but her body was burning with an insatiable, wild heat. The shy, timid girl of the past was entirely gone, replaced by a woman whose every nerve ending screamed for punishment and pleasure.

She stood by the edge of the large double bed, wearing only a thin, completely transparent white saree with no blouse underneath. Her heavy, milk-swollen breasts bounced with every breath, and the dark, engorged nipples were clearly visible through the damp fabric.