Husbands swapped their lactating wives after making them fully drunk

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Scene 4

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[Priya and Rohan’s Apartment – Dining Room – Late Night/Early Morning]

(The four of them are sitting around the dining table. Empty glasses and bottles are scattered around. Everyone looks a little drunk and tired. Vikram, however, is talking with a passion he rarely shows.)

Vikram: Look, it’s not just about being open. It’s about finding that connection! That… that echo in someone else’s soul! How many people actually listen? Most people just wait for their turn to speak! I want that deeper understanding. It takes me so long to open up because I'm looking for that.

Priya: (Her eyes wide, captivated) You are so right, Vikram. It feels like… you just said what was in my heart.

Ananya: (Smiling at Vikram) I told you. He’s a deep one when he gets going. He just needs to loosen up.

Rohan: (Looking at his watch) Wow, it’s 2 in the morning! You guys should just stay here! It’s too late. Our other room is ready. No problem at all!

Vikram: No, Rohan. It’s okay. Thank you so much, but we should go.

Ananya: (To Vikram) Are you crazy? Look at you! You’re totally drunk. Who will drive? We’re staying. Rohan, Priya, thank you so much!

Rohan: Perfect!
(The night continues. They have more drinks. The laughter dies down, replaced by a quiet, drowsy calm. Ananya falls back on the sofa, her eyes closed. Rohan, also very tired, sits next to her. Their thighs are touching. At the same time, Vikram and Priya move closer to each other on the other sofa. Priya’s head rests on his shoulder.)
(Everyone is tired and half-asleep. Ananya reaches for Rohan’s hand and their fingers intertwine. He smiles faintly. Vikram puts his arm around Priya’s waist, and she sighs contentedly. Then, as if on cue, they all turn to face each other.)

Ananya: (Softly, her eyes still closed) Mmm.

Rohan: (His lips brush hers) Hmm.
(Ananya’s lips meet Rohan’s in a soft, drunken kiss. At the same time, Vikram’s lips find Priya’s. The kisses start out gentle, then grow more passionate, more wild. They are lost in the moment. The kisses become French kisses, with tongues exploring. Their hands move over each other's faces.)

(Vikram’s hands slide to Priya’s waist, pulling her closer. His mouth leaves hers and he begins to kiss her jaw and neck. Priya moans, her hands tangled in his hair. At the same time, Rohan’s hands move to Ananya's back, pulling her body flush against his. His kisses move from her mouth to her shoulder. Ananya gasps, her hands grabbing his shirt. They are completely consumed by each other, in a world of their own.)