The storeroom felt smaller now—walls pressing in, the single bulb harsher, the red blink of the camera lens like a single unblinking eye that had seen too much and wanted more.

Simran sat curled on the divan, knees drawn to her chest, the thin salwar-kameez doing nothing to hide the fresh marks: cum drying on her face in sticky trails, thighs glistening, lips swollen from Karan’s cock and Arjun’s desperate thrusts. Her breathing was shallow, eyes glassy—shock settling in like cold fog.