The beast inside Raj had now reached its peak, standing tall on some high summit where emotions lay completely naked, speaking only the language of raw lust and hatred. He grabbed Shalini’s half-limp and trembling body — still lying on the floor, marked with the signs of his manhood and shivering uncontrollably — and lifted it with a violent jerk, clutching it in his iron-like arms as if it were some lifeless object. Shalini’s face, her chin, and her heavy breasts were still drenched in thick, sticky white streaks from Raj’s first massive load.