Pradeep barely made it back to his room, heart pounding like a war drum, before he dressed quickly and rushed through the attached door into Rohini’s room. He unlocked her main door just in time. She stepped out of the bathroom in a simple kurta and leggings, her fair skin still flushed a deep rose, hair slightly damp, breathing uneven from the intense orgasm he had ripped from her body just minutes earlier. She sat on the edge of the bed, thighs pressed together as if still feeling the aftershocks of his fingers buried deep inside her spasming cunt.

Vikram burst into the room moments later, concern etched across his face. “Rohini, are you alright?”