Vadya chuckled to himself. The girl was something else altogether. Mriganayani was a sheltered child, the most clueless among the Mahindra siblings, but also one of the most intriguing ones for sure. There was something delicate and defiant in her that lingered in Vadya’s chest like a burn.

Vadya’s erection refused to go down despite the frigid temperature of the room. The cold air bit at his skin, curling around his thighs like ice-coated chains, but it did little to quell the heat pooling between his legs. Vadya wondered how long they would keep him in this room. He would not bleed to death, but he would be in a lot of pain if they didn’t let him tend to his wounds. The cut along his wrist throbbed with every heartbeat, a reminder of his restraint and of how close he had come to losing control.