An unspoken understanding was that tonight was about crossing lines they’d only flirted with.Dinner was a blur. My desi He reached for his pants, pulling out the box of condoms, but Diksha stopped him. Just us.” He knew what this meant. She arched her back, moaning softly as his hands explored every inch of her. One hand gripped her thigh, holding her open while the other teased her entrance, sliding a finger inside her.Diksha’s hands fisted in his hair, her hips bucking against his mouth as she spiralled closer to climax.“Oh God, Harish… don’t stop,” she begged, breathless. He kissed lower, his lips brushing against her inner thighs before finally finding her core.Her taste was intoxicating, and Harish took his time, savouring every moment. The house was quiet, save for the soft hum of the ceiling fan spinning lazily above him.Pallavi had fallen asleep hours ago, her breathing steady and calm.
