Ansh pinches your clit. Hard. You gasp. Arch. "Dekho," he tells Daddy. Shows his glistening fingers. "Is randi ka paani." Daddy leans forward. Takes Ansh's wrist. Brings those wet fingers to your mouth. "Chaat," Daddy orders. You obey. Tongue flicking. Tasting yourself. Salt. Shame. Ansh's thumb grinds against your lower lip. Ruining your makeup further. "Shaadi mein bhi aise hi nangi rahegi," Daddy murmurs. His knuckle brushes your nipple through sheer crimson. Hard. "Sab dekh lenge teri geeli choot." The Mercedes slows. Wedding lights glow beyond tinted windows. Music drifts. Laughter. Ansh withdraws his hand. Wipes it on your ghagara. "Tayyar ho jao," Daddy says. Zipper rasping. "Showtime."











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