"Aur yeh movie..." He looked at the flickering screen, a ghost of a smile on his face. "Yeh gramophone se aa rahi madhur dhun... bhi." (And this music coming from the gramophone... too.) His voice dropped back to a low, possessive murmur as he winked, a chilling flash of his true intent. "Our special night, biwi." (Our special night, wife.)
Aniruddh got up from the bed, the sudden, sharp movement a jarring end to their twisted intimacy. He walked away from her, the space between them widening with every step. He didn't go to the movie screen or the gramophone. Instead, he went to his secret drawer, a small, hidden compartment he had built into the wall. He pulled out a bottle, its glass glinting in the candlelight, and poured the dark liquid into a glass. He took a long, steady drink, his head tilted back. Then, with a chilling nonchalance, he went to the snack table and began to eat, the sound of his chewing loud in the otherwise silent room.
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