19-09-2024, 12:11 AM
CHAPTER – 32
In the days that followed the kiss, Kavya found herself caught between two worlds. On the surface, everything appeared normal. She and Danish returned to their usual routines—work, gym sessions, the occasional casual conversation. But beneath the veneer of everyday life, the memory of that kiss lingered in her mind, like a vivid dream she couldn’t shake off.
To lessen the growing guilt that weighed heavily on her, Kavya tried her best to refocus on Rahul. She spent more time with him, convincing herself that this was what she needed—to reconnect with her husband and leave the memory of Danish behind. She planned spontaneous outings, dinners at new restaurants, and long walks in the park. Anything to distract herself from the nagging thoughts of the kiss that had consumed her since that night.
When she was with Rahul, she smiled, laughed, and played the role of the devoted wife, hoping it would bring her the peace she craved. But no matter how much time they spent together, there was always a part of her mind that drifted back to Danish—to the feel of his lips on hers, the way he had held her so tightly, as if he never wanted to let go. It haunted her, and no amount of date nights or forced smiles could erase that memory.
Rahul, oblivious to the storm raging inside his wife, was thrilled with her newfound enthusiasm. He thought the extra attention was a sign that their relationship was growing stronger, unaware that it was Kavya’s desperate attempt to drown her guilt.
At the gym, things between her and Danish remained civil, almost formal. They would exchange polite smiles, the usual small talk, but there was an unspoken tension that neither could ignore. Every time their eyes met, there was a flash of something—something that reminded them of that night, of the kiss they had shared, and the electricity that had sparked between them.
Danish, on the other hand, tried to bury himself in his workouts. He lifted heavier weights, pushed himself harder during training, hoping that physical exhaustion would quiet the thoughts of Kavya. But no matter how much he sweated it out, the image of her lingered. He would catch glimpses of her during their gym sessions, and his mind would wander to the way she had felt in his arms, the softness of her lips, and the heat of that kiss.
Neither of them addressed what had happened, yet it hung between them like a silent specter, always there, just beneath the surface. Kavya couldn’t help but notice how different things felt now. Even though they weren’t talking about the kiss, it was as if an invisible line had been drawn between them—one that they both were afraid to cross again, but neither could completely forget.
Despite her efforts with Rahul, the guilt never fully faded. At night, as she lay beside her husband, Kavya would replay the kiss in her mind. She would tell herself it was just a moment of weakness, a lapse in judgment. But then, in the quiet moments when Rahul was asleep, she would wonder if that was really true. Because a part of her—no matter how much she tried to deny it—had wanted that kiss with Danish. And it scared her how much she had enjoyed it.
Days turned into weeks, and the tension between her and Danish remained unspoken but palpable. They continued to live their separate lives, both trying to bury what had happened, but neither truly succeeding.
As the weeks passed, the weight of unspoken feelings between Kavya and Danish began to take its toll. Kavya found herself in a constant internal tug-of-war. On one hand, she was trying her hardest to be the devoted wife, spending more time with Rahul, planning romantic dinners, and doing everything she could to reconnect with him. But despite her efforts, a part of her mind was always elsewhere—lingering on that one night, that one kiss, and the powerful surge of emotions that had followed.
Rahul, still oblivious, continued to enjoy Kavya’s sudden attentiveness. He assumed she was simply going through a phase of wanting more time together, and while he appreciated it, he didn’t see the desperation behind it. Kavya’s guilt kept growing, and as much as she tried to make things right, she couldn’t shake the undeniable pull she felt toward Danish.
Danish, meanwhile, was just as conflicted. His fling with Aisha had fizzled out after their fight on his birthday, leaving him with even more time to think about Kavya. He tried to convince himself that it had been a mistake—that it was just the heat of the moment, intensified by the emotions and circumstances. But the memory of her kiss, the way she had surrendered herself to him, haunted him. He couldn’t stop wondering what it would be like to experience that again, to go even further.
The gym, once a place of routine and focus, now felt different for both of them. Every time Danish saw Kavya in her workout gear, sweat glistening on her skin, it triggered memories of that night—of her softness, her lips, her warmth. He found it harder and harder to keep his emotions in check, especially when she was so close yet so far away. They didn’t talk about it, but their interactions became more loaded, more fraught with tension. It was as though the air between them crackled with unspoken words.
Kavya noticed it too. Every time she saw Danish, her heart would race. She would replay the night in her head, the way his hands had moved over her, the fire in his eyes. It scared her how easily those memories crept into her thoughts, no matter how much she tried to push them away. Rahul, though attentive, had never made her feel that way—not with that intensity, that passion. And while she loved her husband, she couldn’t help but wonder if she was missing something.
One evening, after another quiet dinner with Rahul, Kavya found herself in bed, staring at the ceiling. Rahul had fallen asleep beside her, his breathing slow and steady. But Kavya couldn’t sleep. She was restless, her thoughts tangled in the what-ifs and the guilt that had consumed her for weeks. She turned over, trying to push it all aside, but the nagging feeling only grew stronger.
She thought about Danish—how different things felt when she was around him, how alive she had felt that night they kissed. A sudden, sharp pang of jealousy hit her when she recalled how close he had once been with Aisha, and she hated that she was even thinking about it. She didn’t want to admit it, but she knew deep down that it wasn’t just guilt she was dealing with; it was longing.
On the other side of the apartment, Danish was similarly consumed by thoughts of Kavya. He tried to focus on anything else—work, gym, even mundane tasks—but her image kept invading his mind. The way she had kissed him, the way she had given herself to the moment. He couldn’t help but wonder what would’ve happened if they hadn’t stopped. How would it have felt to be with her completely? To finally let go of all the tension that had been building between them?
He wasn’t proud of it, but the truth was that Kavya excited him in a way Aisha never had. There was something about her that felt forbidden, something that made him want her more. Maybe it was because she was married, or maybe it was because she was different—so poised, so composed, yet vulnerable in ways he hadn’t expected. And that made her even more tempting.
As the days went by, the space between them grew smaller. Their interactions, though few, were loaded with subtext. Neither of them could bring themselves to talk about it directly, but they both knew the kiss had changed everything. It was like a dam had been breached, and no matter how hard they tried to contain it, the flood of emotions couldn’t be stopped.
Kavya started avoiding moments when she might be alone with Danish, not because she didn’t want to see him, but because she was afraid of what might happen if they were alone again. The kiss had ignited something in her that she wasn’t sure she could control. Yet, despite her efforts, she found herself drawn to him in ways she couldn’t explain.
One night, after Rahul had gone to bed, Kavya stayed up late in the living room, scrolling mindlessly through her phone. She heard a door open and close softly, and her heart skipped a beat. She knew it was Danish. She could hear his footsteps approaching the kitchen, the sound of water being poured into a glass.
The temptation to go out there, to talk to him, was overwhelming. Part of her wanted to confront him, to ask him what he was feeling. But a bigger part of her just wanted to be near him, to feel that connection again, even if it was fleeting.
Kavya stood up, her pulse quickening. She hesitated for a moment, glancing back at the door to the bedroom where Rahul was sleeping soundly. Her mind raced with conflicting thoughts, but her feet seemed to have a mind of their own, leading her toward the kitchen where Danish stood, unaware of her presence.
As she stepped into the dimly lit room, their eyes met, and for a brief moment, it felt like everything else in the world had faded away.
Kavya’s breath caught in her throat as their eyes locked. Danish, standing by the kitchen counter with a glass of water in hand, looked at her with a mix of surprise and something deeper—something that mirrored the same emotions swirling inside her. The air between them was thick with tension, unspoken words hanging in the space, begging to be acknowledged.
"Couldn't sleep?" Danish asked quietly, his voice breaking the silence but not the intensity of the moment.
Kavya shook her head, stepping closer to him. "No," she whispered. Her voice felt far away, as if someone else were speaking. She didn't know what had drawn her out of the bedroom and into this moment, but now that she was here, she couldn't turn back.
Danish watched her approach, his eyes never leaving hers. He set the glass down on the counter, and for a moment, they just stood there—neither speaking, but both knowing exactly what was hanging in the air between them.
Kavya felt her heart racing, each beat louder than the last. She could feel the pull between them, stronger now than it had ever been. Her mind flashed with images of that night—their kiss, his hands on her waist, the way her body had responded to his touch. She swallowed hard, fighting the wave of desire that threatened to consume her again.
"About that night..." Danish began, his voice trailing off as he stepped closer to her, his eyes searching hers for some kind of answer.
Kavya looked down, guilt gnawing at her. She remembered Rahul, asleep just down the hall, completely unaware of what was unfolding. But as much as she tried to remind herself of her marriage, of the love she had for Rahul, she couldn't deny the magnetic pull she felt toward Danish.
"Maybe we shouldn’t talk about it," she said softly, though the words felt like a lie even as they left her lips.
Danish took another step forward, so close now that she could feel the warmth of his body. "Are you sure?" His voice was low, his breath brushing her skin. The tension between them was palpable, a live wire crackling with unspoken desire.
Kavya's pulse quickened as she lifted her gaze to meet his. She was trembling inside, torn between the life she had with Rahul and the undeniable connection she had with Danish. Her mind screamed at her to walk away, to put distance between them before it was too late. But her body had already made the decision for her, leaning slightly toward him, her lips parting as if on instinct.
Danish reached out, his hand brushing her arm, sending a shiver down her spine. His touch was gentle, yet electric, igniting something inside her she hadn’t felt in years. He stepped even closer, their bodies nearly touching now, his eyes dark with longing. "Tell me to stop, Kavya, and I will," he murmured, his voice rough with restraint.
But she couldn’t. She didn’t want to. Instead, she closed the distance between them, her hand reaching up to his chest as if to steady herself. She felt the hard muscle beneath his shirt, the rise and fall of his breath, and in that moment, it was like everything else in the world ceased to exist.
She leaned in, her lips grazing his, barely a whisper of a touch. It was hesitant, cautious, but filled with a yearning that neither of them could deny. Danish exhaled shakily, his hand sliding to the small of her back, pulling her closer. The soft brush of their lips quickly turned into something more—something deeper, more desperate. The kiss they had shared weeks ago was nothing compared to this.
This time, there was no hesitation, no uncertainty. Kavya’s fingers tangled in his shirt, pulling him toward her as if she couldn’t get close enough. Danish responded in kind, his hand moving up to cradle the back of her head, his lips pressing more firmly against hers. Their kiss was hungry, urgent, fueled by all the tension that had been building between them.
Kavya’s mind whirled with a mix of guilt and desire. Rahul was still in the back of her mind, but he felt distant—like a memory that didn’t belong to her in this moment. All she could focus on was Danish: the way he kissed her, the way he made her feel alive, the way her body responded to his every touch.
Danish deepened the kiss, his tongue sliding against hers, exploring her mouth with a tenderness that contrasted the heat of the moment. Kavya’s body pressed against his, and she could feel his heartbeat quicken beneath her fingertips. It was as if they were lost in their own world, a place where nothing else mattered but the intensity of the connection between them.
As the kiss grew more passionate, Danish’s hands roamed over her body, his touch leaving a trail of heat in its wake. Kavya’s breath hitched as he pulled her even closer, his hands finding their way to her waist, gripping her firmly as if he never wanted to let go. The guilt was there, simmering beneath the surface, but it was drowned out by the overwhelming desire that coursed through her veins.
They finally broke the kiss, gasping for air, their foreheads resting against each other, just as they had that night in his room. Their breathing was ragged, their bodies still pressed together, neither of them ready to let go.
Kavya’s heart pounded in her chest as she opened her eyes, her gaze locking with Danish’s. For a moment, they just stood there, their foreheads touching, the weight of what had just happened hanging heavy in the air.
"I can’t believe this..." Kavya whispered, her voice barely audible as she pulled away slightly, her fingers still resting against his chest.
Danish looked at her with a mix of longing and regret. "Neither can I."
She took a step back, her hand slipping away from him. The guilt came crashing back all at once, hitting her like a tidal wave. "I shouldn’t have..." she started, her voice shaky, her thoughts a jumbled mess.
But Danish gently grabbed her hand, stopping her mid-sentence. "Kavya..." His voice was soft, understanding, but filled with a longing that mirrored her own.
She shook her head, pulling her hand free from his. "I... I need to go."
Without waiting for his response, she turned and quickly walked out of the kitchen, her heart racing, her mind a whirlwind of emotions. She slipped back into her bedroom, where Rahul was still soundly asleep, completely unaware of the storm raging inside her.
Kavya crawled into bed, her body still humming from the kiss, her mind battling with the guilt that threatened to consume her. She lay there, staring at the ceiling, unable to quiet the conflicting emotions that warred within her.
In the other room, Danish stood frozen in place, his mind reeling from what had just happened. He leaned back against the counter, running a hand through his hair, trying to make sense of it all. The taste of her still lingered on his lips, and no matter how much he tried, he couldn’t shake the feeling that this was only the beginning.
In the days that followed the kiss, Kavya found herself caught between two worlds. On the surface, everything appeared normal. She and Danish returned to their usual routines—work, gym sessions, the occasional casual conversation. But beneath the veneer of everyday life, the memory of that kiss lingered in her mind, like a vivid dream she couldn’t shake off.
To lessen the growing guilt that weighed heavily on her, Kavya tried her best to refocus on Rahul. She spent more time with him, convincing herself that this was what she needed—to reconnect with her husband and leave the memory of Danish behind. She planned spontaneous outings, dinners at new restaurants, and long walks in the park. Anything to distract herself from the nagging thoughts of the kiss that had consumed her since that night.
When she was with Rahul, she smiled, laughed, and played the role of the devoted wife, hoping it would bring her the peace she craved. But no matter how much time they spent together, there was always a part of her mind that drifted back to Danish—to the feel of his lips on hers, the way he had held her so tightly, as if he never wanted to let go. It haunted her, and no amount of date nights or forced smiles could erase that memory.
Rahul, oblivious to the storm raging inside his wife, was thrilled with her newfound enthusiasm. He thought the extra attention was a sign that their relationship was growing stronger, unaware that it was Kavya’s desperate attempt to drown her guilt.
At the gym, things between her and Danish remained civil, almost formal. They would exchange polite smiles, the usual small talk, but there was an unspoken tension that neither could ignore. Every time their eyes met, there was a flash of something—something that reminded them of that night, of the kiss they had shared, and the electricity that had sparked between them.
Danish, on the other hand, tried to bury himself in his workouts. He lifted heavier weights, pushed himself harder during training, hoping that physical exhaustion would quiet the thoughts of Kavya. But no matter how much he sweated it out, the image of her lingered. He would catch glimpses of her during their gym sessions, and his mind would wander to the way she had felt in his arms, the softness of her lips, and the heat of that kiss.
Neither of them addressed what had happened, yet it hung between them like a silent specter, always there, just beneath the surface. Kavya couldn’t help but notice how different things felt now. Even though they weren’t talking about the kiss, it was as if an invisible line had been drawn between them—one that they both were afraid to cross again, but neither could completely forget.
Despite her efforts with Rahul, the guilt never fully faded. At night, as she lay beside her husband, Kavya would replay the kiss in her mind. She would tell herself it was just a moment of weakness, a lapse in judgment. But then, in the quiet moments when Rahul was asleep, she would wonder if that was really true. Because a part of her—no matter how much she tried to deny it—had wanted that kiss with Danish. And it scared her how much she had enjoyed it.
Days turned into weeks, and the tension between her and Danish remained unspoken but palpable. They continued to live their separate lives, both trying to bury what had happened, but neither truly succeeding.
As the weeks passed, the weight of unspoken feelings between Kavya and Danish began to take its toll. Kavya found herself in a constant internal tug-of-war. On one hand, she was trying her hardest to be the devoted wife, spending more time with Rahul, planning romantic dinners, and doing everything she could to reconnect with him. But despite her efforts, a part of her mind was always elsewhere—lingering on that one night, that one kiss, and the powerful surge of emotions that had followed.
Rahul, still oblivious, continued to enjoy Kavya’s sudden attentiveness. He assumed she was simply going through a phase of wanting more time together, and while he appreciated it, he didn’t see the desperation behind it. Kavya’s guilt kept growing, and as much as she tried to make things right, she couldn’t shake the undeniable pull she felt toward Danish.
Danish, meanwhile, was just as conflicted. His fling with Aisha had fizzled out after their fight on his birthday, leaving him with even more time to think about Kavya. He tried to convince himself that it had been a mistake—that it was just the heat of the moment, intensified by the emotions and circumstances. But the memory of her kiss, the way she had surrendered herself to him, haunted him. He couldn’t stop wondering what it would be like to experience that again, to go even further.
The gym, once a place of routine and focus, now felt different for both of them. Every time Danish saw Kavya in her workout gear, sweat glistening on her skin, it triggered memories of that night—of her softness, her lips, her warmth. He found it harder and harder to keep his emotions in check, especially when she was so close yet so far away. They didn’t talk about it, but their interactions became more loaded, more fraught with tension. It was as though the air between them crackled with unspoken words.
Kavya noticed it too. Every time she saw Danish, her heart would race. She would replay the night in her head, the way his hands had moved over her, the fire in his eyes. It scared her how easily those memories crept into her thoughts, no matter how much she tried to push them away. Rahul, though attentive, had never made her feel that way—not with that intensity, that passion. And while she loved her husband, she couldn’t help but wonder if she was missing something.
One evening, after another quiet dinner with Rahul, Kavya found herself in bed, staring at the ceiling. Rahul had fallen asleep beside her, his breathing slow and steady. But Kavya couldn’t sleep. She was restless, her thoughts tangled in the what-ifs and the guilt that had consumed her for weeks. She turned over, trying to push it all aside, but the nagging feeling only grew stronger.
She thought about Danish—how different things felt when she was around him, how alive she had felt that night they kissed. A sudden, sharp pang of jealousy hit her when she recalled how close he had once been with Aisha, and she hated that she was even thinking about it. She didn’t want to admit it, but she knew deep down that it wasn’t just guilt she was dealing with; it was longing.
On the other side of the apartment, Danish was similarly consumed by thoughts of Kavya. He tried to focus on anything else—work, gym, even mundane tasks—but her image kept invading his mind. The way she had kissed him, the way she had given herself to the moment. He couldn’t help but wonder what would’ve happened if they hadn’t stopped. How would it have felt to be with her completely? To finally let go of all the tension that had been building between them?
He wasn’t proud of it, but the truth was that Kavya excited him in a way Aisha never had. There was something about her that felt forbidden, something that made him want her more. Maybe it was because she was married, or maybe it was because she was different—so poised, so composed, yet vulnerable in ways he hadn’t expected. And that made her even more tempting.
As the days went by, the space between them grew smaller. Their interactions, though few, were loaded with subtext. Neither of them could bring themselves to talk about it directly, but they both knew the kiss had changed everything. It was like a dam had been breached, and no matter how hard they tried to contain it, the flood of emotions couldn’t be stopped.
Kavya started avoiding moments when she might be alone with Danish, not because she didn’t want to see him, but because she was afraid of what might happen if they were alone again. The kiss had ignited something in her that she wasn’t sure she could control. Yet, despite her efforts, she found herself drawn to him in ways she couldn’t explain.
One night, after Rahul had gone to bed, Kavya stayed up late in the living room, scrolling mindlessly through her phone. She heard a door open and close softly, and her heart skipped a beat. She knew it was Danish. She could hear his footsteps approaching the kitchen, the sound of water being poured into a glass.
The temptation to go out there, to talk to him, was overwhelming. Part of her wanted to confront him, to ask him what he was feeling. But a bigger part of her just wanted to be near him, to feel that connection again, even if it was fleeting.
Kavya stood up, her pulse quickening. She hesitated for a moment, glancing back at the door to the bedroom where Rahul was sleeping soundly. Her mind raced with conflicting thoughts, but her feet seemed to have a mind of their own, leading her toward the kitchen where Danish stood, unaware of her presence.
As she stepped into the dimly lit room, their eyes met, and for a brief moment, it felt like everything else in the world had faded away.
Kavya’s breath caught in her throat as their eyes locked. Danish, standing by the kitchen counter with a glass of water in hand, looked at her with a mix of surprise and something deeper—something that mirrored the same emotions swirling inside her. The air between them was thick with tension, unspoken words hanging in the space, begging to be acknowledged.
"Couldn't sleep?" Danish asked quietly, his voice breaking the silence but not the intensity of the moment.
Kavya shook her head, stepping closer to him. "No," she whispered. Her voice felt far away, as if someone else were speaking. She didn't know what had drawn her out of the bedroom and into this moment, but now that she was here, she couldn't turn back.
Danish watched her approach, his eyes never leaving hers. He set the glass down on the counter, and for a moment, they just stood there—neither speaking, but both knowing exactly what was hanging in the air between them.
Kavya felt her heart racing, each beat louder than the last. She could feel the pull between them, stronger now than it had ever been. Her mind flashed with images of that night—their kiss, his hands on her waist, the way her body had responded to his touch. She swallowed hard, fighting the wave of desire that threatened to consume her again.
"About that night..." Danish began, his voice trailing off as he stepped closer to her, his eyes searching hers for some kind of answer.
Kavya looked down, guilt gnawing at her. She remembered Rahul, asleep just down the hall, completely unaware of what was unfolding. But as much as she tried to remind herself of her marriage, of the love she had for Rahul, she couldn't deny the magnetic pull she felt toward Danish.
"Maybe we shouldn’t talk about it," she said softly, though the words felt like a lie even as they left her lips.
Danish took another step forward, so close now that she could feel the warmth of his body. "Are you sure?" His voice was low, his breath brushing her skin. The tension between them was palpable, a live wire crackling with unspoken desire.
Kavya's pulse quickened as she lifted her gaze to meet his. She was trembling inside, torn between the life she had with Rahul and the undeniable connection she had with Danish. Her mind screamed at her to walk away, to put distance between them before it was too late. But her body had already made the decision for her, leaning slightly toward him, her lips parting as if on instinct.
Danish reached out, his hand brushing her arm, sending a shiver down her spine. His touch was gentle, yet electric, igniting something inside her she hadn’t felt in years. He stepped even closer, their bodies nearly touching now, his eyes dark with longing. "Tell me to stop, Kavya, and I will," he murmured, his voice rough with restraint.
But she couldn’t. She didn’t want to. Instead, she closed the distance between them, her hand reaching up to his chest as if to steady herself. She felt the hard muscle beneath his shirt, the rise and fall of his breath, and in that moment, it was like everything else in the world ceased to exist.
She leaned in, her lips grazing his, barely a whisper of a touch. It was hesitant, cautious, but filled with a yearning that neither of them could deny. Danish exhaled shakily, his hand sliding to the small of her back, pulling her closer. The soft brush of their lips quickly turned into something more—something deeper, more desperate. The kiss they had shared weeks ago was nothing compared to this.
This time, there was no hesitation, no uncertainty. Kavya’s fingers tangled in his shirt, pulling him toward her as if she couldn’t get close enough. Danish responded in kind, his hand moving up to cradle the back of her head, his lips pressing more firmly against hers. Their kiss was hungry, urgent, fueled by all the tension that had been building between them.
Kavya’s mind whirled with a mix of guilt and desire. Rahul was still in the back of her mind, but he felt distant—like a memory that didn’t belong to her in this moment. All she could focus on was Danish: the way he kissed her, the way he made her feel alive, the way her body responded to his every touch.
Danish deepened the kiss, his tongue sliding against hers, exploring her mouth with a tenderness that contrasted the heat of the moment. Kavya’s body pressed against his, and she could feel his heartbeat quicken beneath her fingertips. It was as if they were lost in their own world, a place where nothing else mattered but the intensity of the connection between them.
As the kiss grew more passionate, Danish’s hands roamed over her body, his touch leaving a trail of heat in its wake. Kavya’s breath hitched as he pulled her even closer, his hands finding their way to her waist, gripping her firmly as if he never wanted to let go. The guilt was there, simmering beneath the surface, but it was drowned out by the overwhelming desire that coursed through her veins.
They finally broke the kiss, gasping for air, their foreheads resting against each other, just as they had that night in his room. Their breathing was ragged, their bodies still pressed together, neither of them ready to let go.
Kavya’s heart pounded in her chest as she opened her eyes, her gaze locking with Danish’s. For a moment, they just stood there, their foreheads touching, the weight of what had just happened hanging heavy in the air.
"I can’t believe this..." Kavya whispered, her voice barely audible as she pulled away slightly, her fingers still resting against his chest.
Danish looked at her with a mix of longing and regret. "Neither can I."
She took a step back, her hand slipping away from him. The guilt came crashing back all at once, hitting her like a tidal wave. "I shouldn’t have..." she started, her voice shaky, her thoughts a jumbled mess.
But Danish gently grabbed her hand, stopping her mid-sentence. "Kavya..." His voice was soft, understanding, but filled with a longing that mirrored her own.
She shook her head, pulling her hand free from his. "I... I need to go."
Without waiting for his response, she turned and quickly walked out of the kitchen, her heart racing, her mind a whirlwind of emotions. She slipped back into her bedroom, where Rahul was still soundly asleep, completely unaware of the storm raging inside her.
Kavya crawled into bed, her body still humming from the kiss, her mind battling with the guilt that threatened to consume her. She lay there, staring at the ceiling, unable to quiet the conflicting emotions that warred within her.
In the other room, Danish stood frozen in place, his mind reeling from what had just happened. He leaned back against the counter, running a hand through his hair, trying to make sense of it all. The taste of her still lingered on his lips, and no matter how much he tried, he couldn’t shake the feeling that this was only the beginning.
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