The night was warm and humid in the small village of Vihar, the air thick with the scent of jasmine and anticipation. Tonight was Meera's 18th birthday, a milestone that Vikram( 45 yrs old step father of Meera ) had been waiting for with bated breath after her mother's death.

Meera lay asleep in her small room, her body curled under a thin sheet. The moonlight cast a silver glow on her face, highlighting her delicate features and the gentle rise and fall of her chest. Vikram stood in the doorway, his eyes roaming over his stepdaughter's form hungry .Vikram's heart raced a he stepped into the room. He had waited so long for this moment, keeping his desires locked away, pretending to be the caring father figure. But tonight, he could hold back no longer.