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Delhi heat clings like a secret. Parents out, boyfriend in-Liana finally drops to her knees in her own bed, tasting freedom for the first time.
Then the door opens without a sound.
Her father stands there, retired Colonel calm in his eyes. He takes in the scene-his daughter's lips stretched, innocence scattered-and simply closes the door again. Soft. Final.
No explosion. Just that quiet click.
It breaks her harder than any shout ever could. Shame floods hot, then twists into something darker, wetter, unstoppable. The good girl unravels, craving hands that shouldn't touch, mouths that shouldn't claim, every hole begging to be filled until the silence stops ringing.