By evening, the apartment had grown quieter, the day's excitement giving way to a hushed intimacy.

Aryansh returned to their room after a quick errand, his heart skipping when he found Aru curled on the bed, tears streaming down her face as she clutched her chest. "It hurts," she whimpered, her voice breaking, and he rushed to her side, realizing the lactating pills he'd given her earlier, in fulfillment of her whispered fantasies, were causing this discomfort.