The first rays of the sun spilled through the floor-to-ceiling windows, painting the bedroom in golden hues. The city below was already waking—horns blaring, life moving—but inside the apartment, time had slowed.
Aarav stirred first, the scent of jasmine and something uniquely Nisha still lingering on his sheets. His arm was draped over her waist, her bare back pressed against his chest. He exhaled slowly, his lips ghosting over the curve of her shoulder, his fingers tracing lazy patterns along her hip.
Nisha let out a soft sigh, stretching like a cat beneath his touch. “You’re awake,” she murmured, voice laced with sleep.
His grip tightened slightly, pulling her closer. “So are you.”
She smiled, rolling onto her back, her dark eyes meeting his. The night had left its mark—her lips were still swollen from his kisses, her skin dotted with the evidence of his desire. She didn’t bother covering herself, and neither did he. There was no room for shyness between them now.
“Last night was…” She let the words trail off, a teasing smile playing on her lips.
Aarav propped himself up on one elbow, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “Go on. Say it.”
Nisha smirked. “Unexpected.”
He chuckled, fingers tracing a slow path down her stomach. “And?”
She inhaled sharply at the way his touch ignited something deep within her, even after hours of indulgence. “Intense.”
His smirk darkened. “Good.”
Before she could say another word, he rolled on top of her, pinning her wrists above her head. His body pressed against hers, heat already sparking between them again.
“You’re insatiable,” she whispered, her breath hitching as his lips trailed down the column of her throat.
“You were the one who suggested round two,” he murmured against her skin, his voice rough with morning desire.
“And you never said no.”
His teeth grazed her collarbone. “I never say no to things worth having.”
And just like that, the morning burned as hot as the night before.
Later That Morning…
The smell of fresh coffee filled the air as Nisha walked into the kitchen, draped in nothing but one of Aarav’s shirts. It was far too big for her, the fabric hanging loosely off one shoulder, barely covering her thighs. She knew exactly what she was doing.
Aarav leaned against the counter, watching her with darkened eyes. He was shirtless, grey sweatpants hanging low on his hips, revealing the hard lines of his abdomen.
“You know, if you keep walking around like that,” he said, sipping his coffee, “we’re never leaving this apartment.”
She smirked, pouring herself a cup. “And that’s a bad thing?”
He chuckled. “I have a meeting in two hours.”
She took a slow sip, watching him over the rim of her cup. “Cancel it.”
His jaw clenched. “Nisha…”
She sauntered over, placing her coffee cup on the counter beside him. “What’s more important—some boring meeting or…” She ran a finger down his chest, stopping just above the waistband of his sweatpants. “…this?”
Aarav inhaled sharply, his grip tightening on the counter. “You’re trouble.”
She smiled. “And you love it.”
He grabbed her waist, lifting her onto the counter in one swift move. She gasped, laughing as he stepped between her legs.
“Alright,” he murmured against her lips, “you win.”
And just like that, the morning stretched into something more.
The Question That Changed Everything…
By noon, they were dressed—reluctantly.
Nisha adjusted the pleats of her saree in the mirror while Aarav buttoned his shirt, watching her from behind. She caught his gaze in the reflection, raising a brow.
“You keep looking at me like that, and we’ll never leave.”
He smirked, stepping behind her, hands sliding over her waist. “Tempting thought.”
She turned to face him, running a hand through his hair. “So… what now?”
Aarav studied her, something unreadable flickering in his gaze. “That depends. Are you the type to disappear after one night?”
Nisha tilted her head. “Are you the type to let someone disappear if you want more?”
Silence hung between them for a moment. Then, Aarav exhaled, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “How about dinner?”
She smiled. “Like a date?”
“Like a continuation.”
Nisha considered him for a long moment, then smirked. “Pick me up at eight.”
And just like that, a night meant to be forgotten turned into something neither of them was ready to let go of.
To be continued…?
