The morning sun filtered through the sheer curtains of Vikram’s estate, casting golden streaks across the tangled sheets where Riya lay sprawled, her body still humming from the night’s excesses. Priya was curled against her, one arm draped possessively over Riya’s waist, while Vikram and Arjun had already slipped out—likely to discuss whatever mysterious business they had that never seemed to end. The air smelled of sex, sweat, and the faintest trace of Adriana’s expensive perfume, a ghost of her dominance still lingering in the room.