*** Back at Rohits room ***
"Relax." Aisha grinned, completely unbothered. "Everyone's out, and the maids don't come up here unless someone calls them."
She stepped closer, fingers already playing with the edge of her towel as she stood between his knees.
"So… are we playing or not?"
A slow, crooked smile spread across Rohit's face. He pushed the laptop aside and pulled her straight onto his lap in one smooth motion. His hands settled on her bare thighs as he tilted his head, pretending to think.
"Play?" he murmured, voice low. "What kind of game are you hinting at, exactly?"
Aisha raised an eyebrow, a smug little smile curling her lips as she caught the invitation in his tone.
"The kind where we don't stop until we're both ruined," she answered. "No holding back. No leftover patience."
As if to prove her point, she slowly stood up and tugged the towel loose.
The soft fabric slipped from her body and pooled at her feet, leaving her in nothing but a tiny yellow thong.
