Amaya was sitting and her breaths were labbored. Her chest going up and down, her nipples hard and clearly visible from the see through saree she wore.

It was more of tourture for her to see her to be husband's moaning, whimpering and groaning as the villagers exploref each and every corners of her to be husband's, from inside and out. They were licking and bitting the ear of Karan, there was a man sitting on top of Veer and he was bitting his neck, giving his jaw a lick while twisting Veer's nipples and making him moan non stop.