The room was thick with the scent of sex, sweat, and damp wood, the storm outside still raging, beating against the windows like a beast desperate to break in. The thunder rolled like drums of war, lightning spilling silver light across the room in harsh flashes.

Manish’s weight pressed Ayushi deeper into the mattress, his chest slick with sweat plastered to her bare back, each ragged breath burning against the sensitive skin of her neck. Every inch of his body screamed possession—hot, heavy, unrelenting.