The mirror caught her reflection just as the sunlight cut across her cheekbone. Shruti's hair was still messy from last night, lips raw from the fire of Rhea's kisses. She stared at herself — flushed, undone, claimed. There was something different in her eyes now. Not guilt. Not shame. Power.
Behind her, in the bed tangled with sheets and memory, Rhea stretched like a cat — naked, unashamed, her skin shimmering in the morning haze. "Tu kabse itni khoobsurat lagne lagi subah ke waqt?" she asked, voice husky, teasing.
Shruti didn't turn. "Jab tu ne mujhe nanga kiya tha pehli baar…" Her smile curved. "Tab se."
Rhea rose, sauntering to her, barefoot and bare-skinned, arms snaking around Shruti's waist. Her lips pressed between her shoulder blades, tongue licking slowly, deliberately.
"Mujhe lagta hai tu meri aadat ban gayi hai…"
"Aadat nahin… lat ban gayi hoon," Shruti replied, leaning back against her.
And just like that, they were back in it — a raw gravity pulling them together. Rhea spun her around, lips crashing against hers, teeth grazing, breath stolen. Her hands squeezed Shruti's ass, dragging her up against the dresser.
"Tujhe yaad hai, kal raat kya kiya tha?"
"Mujhe abhi dikhana padega kya?" Shruti whispered back, her fingers curling into Rhea's hair, yanking her mouth back to hers.
The kiss turned dirty — tongues fighting, hands groping — as Rhea hoisted Shruti onto the edge of the dresser. The wood creaked beneath her as Rhea pulled her panties to the side, thumb sliding over her soaked folds.
"Hawww… abhi se geeli?" Rhea smirked, lips brushing her ear. "Tujhe toh chodne ka waqt hi nahi lagta, saali."
"Boliye toh sahi… chhodoge kaise?"
Rhea didn't reply. She dropped to her knees.
Her tongue flicked across Shruti's inner thigh, teasing, taunting — before finally tasting her. Shruti's head fell back against the mirror, a loud, raw moan erupting from her chest — "Aaaaahhhh… Rhea… chaat na… aur ganda…"
The rhythm was slow at first — then maddening. Rhea's tongue circled her clit, fingers slipping inside again, stroking, curling just so. Shruti's hips bucked forward, both palms on the mirror now, holding herself upright as her thighs trembled.
"Tu chaatti hi aise hai jaise mujhe nikal dena hai iss duniya se…"
"Bas tera swaad lena hai, jaan…"
The dresser knocked gently against the wall as Shruti thrashed, sweat dripping down her spine.
"Rhea…aaahhh… main phir se… ruk nahi pa rahi…"
Her moans cracked with urgency, her breath breaking — "Mmmhhh… haan… Rhea… aaahhhhhhhhhh…" — her orgasm crashing in like thunder, thighs locked around Rhea's head, her body spasming under the pressure.
They ended up on the floor, tangled in each other, silent and gasping.
"Tu kis cheez se bani hai, Shruti?"
"Usi cheez se… jis se teri har raat ki khwaish banti hai…"
That evening, they weren't lovers. They were conspirators.
Rhea sat on the kitchen counter in a t-shirt that barely covered her thighs, sipping chai while Shruti stood over the stove. Her fingers had been wandering all over Shruti's back ever since she stepped in. And yet, they didn't talk about the world outside. They didn't speak of husbands. Of guilt. Of names that didn't matter in the bedroom.
"Kal Nisha ka phone aaya tha," Rhea said finally.
"Aur kya bola usne?"
"Pooch rahi thi, main kahan hoon itne din se. Maine bola… busy hoon."
"Busy kis mein?"
Rhea laughed, leaping off the counter and sliding behind Shruti, wrapping her arms around her waist. "Ek aurat ko chodne mein."
"Behenchod, chai gir jayegi!"
Rhea grabbed the kettle and poured anyway. "Toh girne de. Par tu toh gir chuki hai, Shruti. Mere liye."
The air thickened. Shruti didn't fight. She turned, holding her face close.
"Agar main teri hoon… toh sab kuch chhodna padega. Sab kuch."
"Main ready hoon."
They kissed. Slow. Steady. Like sealing a pact.
But fate wasn't quiet that night.
At 11:44 PM, Shruti's phone rang. Her husband's name glowed on the screen. She froze.
"Uthaogi?" Rhea asked, naked on the bed, watching.
Shruti stared at the phone until it stopped. A minute passed.
Then she walked over and climbed on top of Rhea, straddling her bare waist.
"Nahi. Maine apna faisla kar liya hai."
Rhea's eyes sparkled. "Toh ab?"
Shruti leaned down, brushing her lips across Rhea's.
"Ab sirf moan karna hai. Har raat. Sirf tere liye."