The room filled with the pounding rhythm of two bodies in a passionate collusion, the echo of skin meeting skin reverberating with increasing urgency. Nandini’s walls continued to flutter around Manik, grasping him tighter as he chased his orgasm, wondering if she would fly over the edge again because her noises told him she just might. Sweat mingled and the air became thick with the heat generated by their movements. Manik’s pace was unyielding, harder, faster, every stroke forged in the furnace of desperate craving. As the surges of pleasure began to commandeer his senses, his eyes retreated, rolling back, leaving the world around him, a blur on the outskirts of his awareness. He was on the edge, at the precipice of the monumental climax that threatened to engulf him in its roaring tides. And then, an orchestra of moans and screams filled the room, a raw symphony of unbridled pleasure. Nandini, beneath him, became a tempest of passionate outcries, each moan, each scream, a testame

“I love him!” Nandini felt her legs giving up as she felt numb, her heart was thumping loud and fast in her chest at the discovery. She was unsure of what to feel exactly about her new discovered feelings. “I really don’t know how I’m supposed to sleep on my side or on my stomach the whole night? I sleep on my back generally. It’s such a pain.” Manik spoke in an irritated tone. He looked into the mirror only to find Nandini staring at him with wide eyes. She looked a bit in a daze as well as lost. “Are you okay, Nandini?” He asked, looking at her quizzically. Nandini came out of her chain of thoughts and remained silent for a while before replying to him as she collected her thoughts. “Don’t worry, I’ll keep an eye on you in case you roll onto your back. I’ll also help you to change your position after some gap. I’m sure it’s gonna be okay.” She gulped but didn’t forget to plaster a smile on his face. Manik stared at her face for a while as if trying to read her. He noticed

“You're a whore.” Nandini was staring down at her mobile screen, frozen in denial and disbelief. Her heart was racing with fear. Her brain was whirring away fast, trying its best to rationalize the situation. “No! This can’t be for me. It’s just spam, Nandini. Nothing else. It means nothing. It’s not for you. Nandini, just relax. Calm down. This message can’t be a reference to Manik’s and mine relationship. Because nobody knows about our secret. I know Alys knows everything but she wouldn’t tell a single soul about this. I’m damn sure about it.” She was telling all this to herself to calm her nerves whether Manik had told anyone about them or not. But it was him who was hell bent on keeping things private, he did everything to make sure no one got a hint about them. He chose to keep their secret affair a secret. She doubted he could've told anyone, let alone anyone who would then message her about it. After all, it’s Manik Malhotra and no one would risk their life by revealing his

Manik had rarely ever felt giddy in his life, at least not as an adult. But if there was one way to explain how he felt right then, it was giddy. The love he had for Nandini had always been strong within his heart, despite it not being his own choice at first, but the love now flourished in the light of her own affection. The woman who kept her distance was suddenly clingy, she wanted to talk to him, to hold him and be held, to show affection and receive affection. In ways he had never even imagined.As soon as Manik opened the lock of his flat, his lips found their way to Nandini’s. He closed the door with his leg and picked Nandini up in his arms before walking to his room which was practically their’s now. "Look at me." Manik commanded, breaking the kiss.Her eyes flickered back to meet his."Hmm, you do know how to listen."Nandini’s eyes narrowed angrily like a little bunny. He couldn't help but lean in and kiss her nose."Tell me what you want." Manik whispered as they both pan

Manik had turned clingy. There was no other word for it. With the realization that there was about a week left till Ved and Priya's return, he had suddenly turned touch starved. He couldn't do much apart from text her every now and then when they were in the office, but whenever they were at home, he was acting as if Nandini was some battery and if he didn't stay physically connected to her he'd lose charge and die.He constantly needed to be touching Nandini, even if it was just holding her hand, rubbing his fingers against her arms or pulling her legs across his lap as they sat together on the couch. It was endearing, but quickly became a problem, as apart from going to the toilet Nandini found herself unable to do simple tasks with Manik was literally attached to her."Manik, I really need to find my missing clothes and they are not in the laundry. I don’t know where they’re as I don’t remember putting them anywhere else, so can you please, pretty please let go of me for a few minu