The past few days had been a whirlwind, a mix of desire, comfort, and an intimacy Vanya had never imagined. Veeraj came home every evening after work, and their time together was unpredictable yet intoxicating. Some nights, they talked for hours, laughing over small things, teasing one another, and sharing little secrets. Other nights, their passion ignited like wildfire, leaving them breathless and clinging to each other long after.

And then there were the quiet nights. They would curl up on the sofa, a blanket draped over their shoulders, watching movies while he rested his arm around her, thumb brushing her hand. Sometimes, he cooked; sometimes, she did. Their shared routine had become a rhythm, a comforting dance of familiarity and desire.