The rain had slowed down to a gentle drizzle outside. The room was still without power - only Mina's phone flashlight gave off a faint glow near the bed.
Neha sat comfortably on Mina's bed, as if she owned the place. One leg folded up, the other dangling loosely off the edge.
Neha (half-smiling, casually):
"Relax, girls... I just wanted to see if you two are actually a couple or just putting on a show."
Mina grew tense.
Mina (coldly):
"What's that supposed to mean? Why are you invading our space like this?"
Neha shrugged with mock innocence.
Neha (taunting):
"If it's fake, then I'm not deleting the video. But if it's real... maybe you two deserve some privacy."
The room fell into a brief, cold silence.
Then, Nisha took a step forward. There was a trace of fear in her eyes - but stronger than that was her resolve.
Nisha (clearly):
"We're not faking it, Neha. We're lovers."
Mina stared at her, shocked. She never expected Nisha to say that.
Nisha (voice shaking slightly):
"That video was real... and I don't want anyone treating our feelings like a joke."
Neha looked amused, like the game was getting interesting.
Neha (thinking):
"She's clearly lying... but let's see how far she's willing to go."
Neha picked up her phone, still smirking.
Neha:
"Alright then. If you're lovers, I'll delete the video."
Nisha (softly):
"Please... just do it."
Neha paused.
Neha:
"But first... I just need to know one little thing."
Mina narrowed her eyes, suspicious.
Mina:
"What do you want to know?"
Neha leaned in slightly, voice soft but her eyes playful and teasing.
Neha:
"You're both girls... and you claim to be lovers. I'm just curious..."
Nisha (nervous):
"Curious about what?"
Neha (smirking):
"Not the kiss from the video - that was just some public display.
I want to see how lovers kiss when they're alone in a room.
Lips locked... tongue... the real, deep kind of kiss."
Mina's face turned cold.
Mina:
"You're disgusting."
Neha shrugged, unfazed.
Neha:
"Call it what you want. I'll delete the video if you can prove you're real."
Silence blanketed the room. The soft glow from the flashlight made the moment feel even more surreal.
Mina looked at Nisha.
Mina (whispering):
"Nisha... you don't have to-"
But Nisha gently reached out and held her hand. Her fingers traced the side of Mina's jaw. For a moment, their eyes locked.
Nisha (softly):
"Maybe it's time we stop pretending."
She leaned in and kissed her.
The first kiss was slow. Soft. Like a delicate pause in time. Mina hesitated for a few seconds... but then her hand moved to Nisha's waist.
The kiss deepened.
Their breaths aligned in rhythm. Nisha gently bit Mina's lower lip, and Mina gasped - her hand sliding up to Nisha's neck, pulling her closer.
One of Nisha's hands moved down Mina's back. The other cupped the back of her neck, possessively, gently guiding her into the kiss.
Now their lips moved with abandon - messy, breathy, passionate. In the dim light, their silhouettes were glowing, entwined in the raw intimacy of the moment.
Neha said nothing.
She stared... frozen.
The kiss wasn't fake. It was real. Erotic. Emotional.
Finally, Nisha pulled away, breathless. Her cheeks flushed.
She looked straight at Neha.
Nisha (calmly):
"Delete it."
Neha looked away, embarrassed.
Neha (murmuring):
"Yeah... okay..."
She pulled out her phone, tapped the screen, and quietly deleted the video. Without another word, she stood up and walked out of the room.
Next episode coming soon