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Mon, 18 May 2026 12:47:24 +0000

The morning sun filtered through the heavy velvet curtains of the Thakur estate, casting long, golden streaks across the polished mahogany of the dining room. The air smelled of expensive sandalwood incense and the heavy, musk-laden scent of arousal. This was the hour of the family’s morning ritual, a time when the boundaries of blood and law dissolved into a primal, rhythmic synchronization.