The intense release left Giri satisfied. The lingering tension, a constant companion of late, had finally eased. He needed a long, hot bath to wash away the remnants of his inner turmoil before facing the day. His clinic awaited, a place where he, a gynaecologist, offered care and counsel to countless women. Yet, none of their feminine allure held a candle to the forbidden desire that simmered within him – his longing for Mira, his daughter-in-law.

Stepping out of the shower, the aroma of breakfast wafted through the air. Mira, ever the meticulous homemaker, had already laid out a spread on the polished dining table. Giri settled into his usual chair, waiting for Mira’s arrival.