It was midnight.

A well-built man sat shirtless on a large sofa in the bedroom, smoking a cigarette. His eyes were red, a result of intoxication but his face bore a strange satisfaction. His gaze was fixed on the bed in front of him, where a woman lay under a blanket, all nude from the waist up. She was lying on her stomach, her fair and smooth skin illuminated clearly under the dim lighting of the room.

The man took a deep drag from his cigarette and said in a husky voice, “Wake up, darling.”

The woman stared and slowly sat up, clutching the blanket to cover herself. Her eyes gleamed with an intoxication and with a seductive way she walked toward him.

She stood right in front of him. And let the blanket slip from her hand, revealing her perfectly curved, flawless body.

The man’s eyes roamed over her nude body, filled with raw desire. He pulled her up into his lap with a swift motion. His mischievous smile hinted at the storm within.

Leaning her closer, he whispered in a teasing yet commanding tone, “Oh Amara, I want you right now.”

Yes, it was Amara.

She wrapped her bare arms around his neck and replied in a sultry voice, “Just don’t stop yourself.”

Her words ignited a fire within him.

He began kissing her hungrily, as though trying to consume her every essence.

Amara matched his intensity. Her fingers trailing over his body. He bites her neck, leaving red marks that symbolized his under‑restrained passion.

While Amara moans softly, her nails wracking down his back.

The man was none other than Nikhil George.

Their kisses became more wild,

For an hour, Nikhil explored her body, claiming her in ways that left her gasping.

The night continued, filled with raw passion as they indulged in each other, until exhaustion took over and sleep claimed them both.

The next morning,

when Amara woke up, her entire body had pain due to the previous night. She stretched, her muscles protesting and then she glanced around.

Nikhil was not there. Assuming he might be in the bathroom, she called out to him. “Nikhil”

But there was no response.

Confused she slipped out of bed, searching for her clothes across the room.

Once dressed she walked downstairs into the hall. The house felt eerily quiet and a strange unease settled over her.

“Where was Nikhil? Why had he not responded?”

The silence of the morning felt too heavy as if it carried secrets waiting to unravel.