Prachi remained tied, her discomfort evident in the way her body tensed against the restraints. Her breathing quickened as she struggled to find a moment of reprieve. Suddenly, her nostrils caught the strong, savory scent of cooked chicken. Her head turned slightly, and she saw a maid enter the chamber, carrying a tray laden with small pieces of meat.

Shifali leaned back in her seat, her expression gleaming with mischief. "Let's see how well she handles this," she said, motioning toward the tray.