By now, the medications had done their job. Roshan had stopped even trying. His desire was gone, replaced by silence. Simran was observing all the changes happening. He used to come into bed and sleep without even touching her.

One night, Simran lay beside him. She slid closer to him, resting a hand on his shoulder. Where the manipulation begins, Simran started her psychological games because it was time to take the next step. “Roshan… will you please hold me?”