Vikram stayed in his room for most of the day. He did not want to come out and face Priya. Every time he thought about the kitchen moment, the way he was on his knees in front of her, the eye contact, and the hickey on her neck, his cock would start to harden again. He felt ashamed of himself. He kept telling himself that he was a fifty two year old man and a respected Thakur. He should not be behaving like this.

In the afternoon, he decided to wash his clothes. He thought if he kept himself busy with small work, his mind would stay away from dirty thoughts. He collected his used kurta and pajama and walked towards the small laundry area at the back of the apartment.