The morning sun flooded the Raichand mansion, a stark contrast to the heavy, dark passion that had consumed the master suite just a few hours prior.

Amyra woke up feeling a strange, familiar heaviness in her lower abdomen. It wasn't the lingering ache of Aman’s brutal lovemaking; it was a dull, rhythmic cramping. She sighed, resting her hand on her stomach. Her period was coming. After years of stress-induced irregularity, her body was finally syncing back to a normal rhythm, feeling safe again in the Devil's cage.