Vidya… meri rani… tumhare yeh chuchiya… yeh jism… sab mera hai,” usne kaha, uski awaaz bhaari ho gayi thi. Vidya ne apni aankhein band kar li, uske haathon ne bistar ki chadar pakad li, aur woh uske har dhakke ke saath usmein sama gayi. Woh 60 saal ka tha, par us raat usme ek jawaan mard ki taakat thi—Vidya ke liye uska pyaar aur lust dono ek saath ubal rahe the.Ghanthon tak yeh silsila chala—Manohar kabhi uske chuchiyo ko chusta, kabhi uske navel pe chumban deta, kabhi uske poore jism ko apne haathon se sehlata. Vidya, ek nayi dulhan, apne pati ke is roop mein khushi se doob gayi. Jab dono thak kar ruk gaye, Vidya uske seene pe sar rakh kar leti, uske chuchiyo ab bhi uske haathon mein the, aur Manohar ne dheere se kaha, “Tum meri zindagi ka sabse bada inaam ho, Vidya.”
Vidya ne muskura kar kaha, “Aur aap mere liye sab kuch… ab har raat aisi hi hogi na?” Manohar ne uske chuchiyo ko ek aakhiri baar dabaya, aur bola, “Haan, jab tak main zinda hu, yeh meri puja rahenge.” (End of Part – 1)