Intoxicating. The airβs worse than poison. Itβs filling nostrils, pouring down, hurtling into lungs. The neck is stiff. Throat clenched. Enfolded tenderly by spasming muscles, the trachea is trembling, unable to heave body odor. Itβs smeared. And Jaskirat is suffocating.
Ajay picks up the pace and pounds him to the mattress harder.









