The storeroom door clicked shut behind Rohan’s retreating footsteps, but the air inside remained thick, charged—like the moment before lightning strikes.

Simran stayed on her knees between Sukhvinder’s parted thighs, lips still tingling with the taste of her saas, chin wet, breath ragged. Karan stood to her right—cock hard again, hand lazily stroking himself while he watched. Arjun knelt to her left—closer now, his own erection straining, eyes fixed on the place where Simran’s tongue had just been buried.