After Lavanya agreed to the abortion and tubal ligation, Chetan wasted no time. He arranged everything with cold efficiency, using Lavanya’s own money to book the procedures at a discreet, high-end private clinic in the city. He framed it as an act of love and protection.

“Jaan, this is for us,” he whispered tenderly while stroking her hair the night before the procedures. “You’re going to be my perfect, childless sex slave wife. No more distractions. Just your beautiful busty body serving my cock every single day. I’ll take care of you like a good husband should. Trust me.”