Forgive me father
All sins are forgiven
In the pale light of dawn, Chandni, a young maiden, crept through the narrow cobblestone streets of her village, her modest cloak drawn tight against the chill. Her chestnut hair, usually pinned and neat, hung loose and slightly tousled, framing her face, flushed with an unmistakable blend of exhaustion and lingering fervour. The faint scent of lavender clung to her skin, mingling with the traces of sweat and stale sex—a...