The blood trickled from Yashasvi's forehead, slipping slowly along her temple after her head struck the edge of the wooden bed. She barely registered the sting beneath the overwhelming fear that had seized her. Her trembling hand instinctively moved toward her stomach, curling protectively around the small life growing inside her.

Ravish removed his belt, the faint metallic click of the buckle making her heart lurch. He stretched the leather between his hands as he stared at her, his expression hard and unforgiving.