Monday Mid-Morning – The Return Home

Thu, 11 Dec 2025 06:27:15 +0000

The Mercedes purred into the porte-cochère just before 11 a.m. Mansi stepped out looking every inch the respectable widow again: peach salwar-kameez neatly pressed, dupatta draped modestly, dark-brown hair in a loose plait, only the faint hickeys peeking above her collar and the satisfied glow in her eyes giving any hint of the weekend’s debauchery.